Excited part 2

We drive through the city, farther and farther to the west, to the setting sun. Then I see the Elbe. Here, so far from the center, almost out of town I have never been. Alexander stops in front of a large, reed-covered half-timbered house. There are many cars in the parking lot. It seems to be a well-visited house. Alexander helps me out of the car, hands me his arm and we go the short way to the entrance. My shoes are painful. I set an arrogant expression on my face to cover my painful face. Alexander looks at me in surprise, but says nothing.

In the restaurant, a waiter receives us and asks us to the bar, because our table is still occupied. On the high barstool I can let my legs dangle and relax my tormented feet. I take the opportunity to look at the locality and the guests. The decor is rustic, with heavy oak carpets and wrought iron candle lights. The guests, however, seem to be without exception of the high-profile variety. Elegantly dressed ladies, distinguished gentlemen, all very distinguished and cultured. Quiet conversations, muted, pearling laughter, glasses. As a very pleasant I feel that no one stares us curiously.

Alexander ordered champagne and handed me a glass. I want to push him, but he looks at me thoughtfully. “Victoria, you are a woman with so many different faces. I have experienced you in your presentation at the conference, very cool, professional and businesslike. Today, on the other hand, you are kind, amiable and a pleasant conversation partner. And when we entered the restaurant, you looked so incredibly haughty. I would like to know how you really are. Should we Play a game?”

I look at him in astonishment. “What a game? And where? “It’s a kind of bet, Victoria, I’ve introduced myself to a four-course meal, and you can only eat the next course if you’ve done a task before. “

I look around the restaurant. Tasks here? Well, he will hardly ask me to dance on the table. After all, he will not want to embarrass me. It can not be so bad. And somehow it irritates me to show him that I am not a coward. I laugh at him: “And what do I get when I have solved all the tasks? The food alone can not be. You promised me that. Your assignment, then? “

He looks at me hesitantly. “My commitment? When you have solved all the tasks, I invite you to the opera next weekend. “

I’m speechless. Another appointment. With him to the opera! I am delighted. Without thinking, I say, “Alexander, you will have to buy the opera tickets.”

He laughs his irresistible laughter, takes my hand and gently kisses the palm of his hand. Even before I can really enjoy the feeling, the boss comes to bring us to our table.

I let myself slip from the barstool glide and promptly remind me of my shoes in a despicable way to their existence. Just leave nothing to say. Nose high and through! The table is not far. This time I noticed the looks of the guests. Inconspicuously pleasing the gentlemen, less unobtrusive and less pleasing to the ladies.

The Ober brought our still half-full glasses to the table and now put the chair to me. I sit down and find a tolerable position under my table for my aching feet. This is relieved to me unexpectedly, because Alexander does not sit on the square, but to the left of me to the narrow side of the table.

When the top brings the menus, Alexander says, “Victoria, I have already voted for us. “I do not mind,” I shake my head, smiling, thinking of my dream of a huge rib-eye-steak, and setting my heart on the tightly-wrapped shells Sure to have guessed a task, and if you do not break the lobster, dear Victoria, you can not eat it.

Alexander whispers with the waiter, while I imagine all the possibilities to embarrass myself at dinner. Two individual gentlemen are smiling at the aftermath, when they notice my miserable expression. Quickly I smile back and banish the thoughts of all sorts of embarrassments.

Alexander has given up his order and now looks at me smiling. He takes my hand in his. “Well, Victoria, are you ready for the first task?”

I look at him. “Yes, of course. What is the first task? “

He bends to me and whispers softly: “Get up, go to the toilet and bring me your panties.”

I open my eyes. What did he say? This can not be. I was interrogated. A glance into his laughing eyes teaches me a better one. He really said that! My thoughts are racing. I look around the place. Sample the ladies present. If one of them had no panties, would one notice? No, of course not. So it will not notice with me either. The dress is long enough.

With an uncertain look in Alexander’s eyes I get up and go to the damentoilette. In the cabin I quickly pull out the red tip particles. It is so tender that it disappears in my hand. As I walk back to the table through the restaurant, I can not conceal a triumphant smile despite these unspeakable shoes.

Alexander looks up at me, gets up, straightens my chair. I put my fist on the table with the panties and looked at him smiling. He puts his hand on mine. I enjoy the warmth of this big hand a little more, then gently pull my fingers away from her. Alexander feels the delicate fabric and leaves his hand on the table. He just looks at me.

The top brings two large plates. Carpaccio of beef fillet with rocket. It looks wonderful. For this, he serves a wonderfully cool Franconian Riesling. When he left, Alexander’s hand with his panties had disappeared from the table.

I enjoy my appetizer, the deliciously tender raw meat and the crisp lettuce leaves. At least I will not have to leave the place completely hungry.

After the plates were cleared, Alexander placed a box on the table. I look at him. Another piece of jewelery? He says nothing, just smiles. I open the box and see a silvery, probably quite long necklace. I look at Alexander without understanding. “The chain has two carabiners, Victoria. Your collar has a small ring at the back and the large ring ring at the front. Go to the toilet and hack the carabiners into the rings. But you have to take the chain under your dress, between your legs and directly along the skin. “

I wonder. What are these strange tasks? Slightly annoyed I take the box and go to the toilet. In front mirror I look for the ring in the neck and hake the carabiner. Then I let the chain slide down my back and thread it between my legs, up to my neckline. There I hack her into the big ring. The chain is quite long, touching my naked pussy just lightly. I pluck my dress and look into the mirror. Only now I realize that the chain in my neck is to be seen. Does anyone think about it? Perhaps I underestimated the task. Oh, what the hell, I do not know anyone.

I go back to the table. The chain pushes as I walk between my buttocks. I have to laugh. A rather strange boxer.

When I return to the table, Alexander looks at me attentively. He stood up, straightened my chair, and noticed the chain in my cleavage. As I sit down, he puts his hand in my neck. A short jerk on the chain and she squeezes painfully between my labia.

I shriek in a low voice. The people at the neighboring tables looked amazed. Alexander pushes me to the chair and leaves his hand on my neck as he sits down. I have an incredible goose bumps.

The waiter with the soup prevents me from dealing with the reaction of the other guests. He puts a plate with two small cups of tomato soup in front of each of us. One is creamy, one clear. I’ll start with the creamy soup. It is sweet, fruity and the dab of cream makes it simply irresistible. Then the clear tomato soup. It tastes incredibly intense and powerful. In addition the fresh Italian white bread. It is simply a pleasure.

I completely forgot the other people in the restaurant. It just tastes so good. However, I did not forget the feeling of the hand in my neck. To this she was too heavy, too warm and too exciting. Also the feeling of the chain I can not forget. She presses into my pussy and every little movement irritates my clit.

The top clears the dishes. I notice the two gentlemen at the table. Your eyes pursue interested the path of the chain from my collar to the neckline. A wide grin covers her faces. Only my dark look caused her to apologize and to turn back to her conversation.

I sigh resigned. Well, that was to be expected.