I went into a coffee shop to kill time, and a young woman who looked like an office lady was sitting alone opposite me. She was dressed in a sharp suit, had long, slender legs, and a relaxed, easy-going expression. As I looked casually at her, I caught a glimpse of her white triangle beneath her short skirt. Although I was flustered and shaken by this unexpected good fortune, I pretended to be calm and casually admired what was under her skirt. Sensing my lewd gaze, the woman became more conscious of me than necessary...