Excited part 3

I turn to Alexander and look forward to my next task. Again I get a box. A Hummerbesteck can not be in size. So at least this cup has passed me.

I look at Alexander questioningly. “Damentoilette?”

He nods, smiling and whispering, “The instruction is there.”

Sighing, I take the box and make my way through the place. People must think I have a weak bubble! I can already see amused grins.

In the toilet cabin I open the box. I see two silver colored balls connected by a thin chain with a loop. I’m looking for the description. Love Balls! I’ve heard of that. They are introduced into the pussy. Should I do that? What if I give him the empty box and put the things in my handbag? He will not be able to control it. I laugh softly at the performance. Should I take the risk? But how would I feel? Could I enjoy it as a little prank? Probably not.

So I take the balls out of the box. They are not very heavy and the inner balls click quietly. Is it possible to hear from the outside?

I still hesitate a little, then I think of the main course, which is already served. Carefully I insert the Love Balls, put the box in the handbag and make me back on the way. The clacking of my heels on the tiles is much louder than the soft ringing of the love balls. And how much my feet actually hurt, I immediately forgot, with the sensations, which trigger the Love balls.

I am trying to give my enthusiastic smile an unmistakable touch. Will I succeed? The looks of the gentlemen in the restaurant are at all times attentive and those of the ladies quite irritated.

As I returned to the table, Alexander was sitting in his seat. He jumps to the chair. I remember the hand in my neck and the jerk on the chain and look at him waiting with a slightly raised eyebrow. He laughs softly and his hand sits gently in my neck. A gentle pull on the chain and my knees, which are softening at the moment, make me sink to the chair. Alexander comes closer to me, his hand is warm and heavy in my neck, and his fingers caress my neck. I feel an incredible goose bumps and hardly notice the head serving a red wine St. Emilion Grand Cru 2001.

Suddenly I flinch. In my heart it is buzzing. I look at Alexander, puzzled. He smiles brightly and shows me a small black part. I can not believe it. A radio remote control! Before my eyes he presses a red button. In me it buzzes stronger. At the same time, I feel a slight pull on the chain. She rubs my clitoris. I begin to tremble, and hastily reach for my glass. A deep draft of wine should help me to sort out my senses. But it is in vain. The movements of the balls inside me are getting stronger. The chain irritates my most sensitive areas. I can see Alexander’s glittering eyes. Feel his hand in my neck, gently pulling the chain. I can not suppress a groan. Shivers run over my skin.

The top brings the main course. I hear him murmur something of beef fillet in herb crust and little bacon in the bacon coat.

Alexander thanks in a cheerful voice. I keep silent. Never before was a main court so no matter. I am completely occupied with keeping my facial expression under control and not giving any compromising sounds. I can not suppress the twitching in my abdomen. Alexander presses the red button again and then puts the remote into his pocket. His left hand grips my cramped hands and holds them tight while his right hand continues to pluck the chain. I feel like an orgasm is brewing inside me. My eyes blurred and I bite my lips almost bloody in the desperate attempt to dominate me.

Alexander looks at me attentively, lets loose the chain and my hands, gets up, kneels down beside my chair and takes me in his arms. I shiver like Espenlaub while the waves of the orgasm shake me. When I can no longer control my groans, he closes my mouth with a tender kiss. He presses me, caresses me and kisses me again and again, until the twitching in me ebbs. Then he stood up, smiling, looking down at me, pouring wine, handing my glass to me, and sitting down again.

The upper comes, looks up at the unspoiled plates with raised eyebrows, and walks back, shaking his head.

Alexander sees that I’m still shaking and switching off the bullets. I hastily empty my glass. As I trace the last waves in me, I notice that it has become quite quiet in the restaurant. The two gentlemen are staring at me with their mouths open, and silence also prevails at the other tables.

I dare not look around. On a sign from Alexander, the head clears the unspoilt plate. The thought shot through my head, what would have happened if I had left the balls in the handbag. Probably the steak tasted wonderful to me.

My faint laughter awakens the two gentlemen from their rigidity. They look at me and a mokant grin makes them very similar to each other. I guess all the other men in the room now look the same. For nothing in the world I go back to the toilet today. That’s for sure. I can not even imagine the expression of the ladies’ face. On the other hand, my most arrogant face does not come.

I look at Alexander. He smiles his irresistible smile, whispering softly, “Victoria, I am impressed.”

I look at him and say loudly, “I hope so!” He looks at me in amazement and I hiss at him: “I missed the main court and in no case I go to the loo once more!”

He laughs and puts his hand on mine, “But did not you enjoy it?”

I am indignant. “Fun? I will never be able to see you again. You made me impossible. “

Alexander pulls my hand to his lips and says, “Oh Viktoria, you’ve never been to this restaurant in your entire life. And probably will never come back again. So what is it? “

I have to admit that I am right. I would not go to the city for dinner. But that is not the point. With a sad expression, I ask, “And what do I have to do to get at least a dessert?”

Alexander leaned over to me and whispered something to my ear. I open my eyes and look at him, aghast. Then I look around the place. People have resumed their conversations, no one is paying attention to us. The two gentlemen at Nachbartisch are also absorbed in their conversation.

I move with my chair a little closer to Alexander and see the spread linen pennies on his lap. His laughing eyes make me angry. I will show him how to feel when one is so exposed. My left hand crawls under the napkin and I immediately feel his excited limb. The Mistkerl was so sure that he had already opened the pants. My hand is tight. I do not look at him, but hears a suppressed gasp. With my right hand I take my glass and let the wine circling boredom.

The top comes and brings the dessert. Strawberries with green pepper in Grand Marnier with vanilla ice cream. I am starting to relish my ice cream. My left hand, on the other hand, still occupies itself under the napkin. Alexander does not pay attention to the dessert. He looks at me from half-closed eyes. I smile at him, pull my hand out from under the napkin, and look deeply into his eyes. Then I briefly dab the ice on my spoon with my pointing finger. I look at him unrelatedly, while my hand again takes its place in his lap and caresses the wet, cold finger over his glans.

Alexander pulls the air sharply between his teeth and opens his eyes. I smiled at him coolly and stroked him. I eat one strawberry after another. When my dessert is eaten, I see a light welding film on Alexander’s forehead. I put my place aside and take my smile. He is not able to say anything. I offer him a strawberry on the spoon, but he shakes his head with a glassy look. I feel it twitch in my hand and get faster.

As he groaned softly, I leaned toward him and offered him a strawberry from my mouth. He kisses me greedily and the strawberry changes her owner. Alexander trembles and I moan every moan with a strawberry. As the last strawberry waits for her end between my lips, I feel Alexander grow up. I kiss him quickly and we gobble together the sweet fruit. The kiss is hot and passionate and I feel Alexander exploding in my hand. I hold his head with his right hand and press his limb with his left. He shrugs and trembles and I caress him tenderly. Then it is over and I stuff him the napkin in his pants and close the zipper.

We ignore the head who clears the dishes. I enjoy a feeling of excitement as long ago, and when the bill arrives, I take the credit card from the completely exhausted Alexander and settle the payment with a princely tip.

In response to Alexander’s raised eyebrows, I say dryly, “Do you think linen napkins are cheap?”

Now Alexander smiles, stands up and I avoid with difficulty a laugh attack. The chic of his pants is clear through the ninette. We leave the place and I forbear to look into the faces of the other guests. I would not like what I could see in it.

We go to the car, Alexander opens the door and I drop into the seat. The chain rubs again over my most sensitive areas. This and the vibrations of the Love balls make me moan softly. There is silence on the way home. I think about the past evening about how it could ever happen that I had embarked on this strange game and that even my girlfriend Anna would not believe me a word.

Faster than expected we arrived before my house. Alexander goes out and opens the door. I take his hand, he helps me out of the car and pulls me to him. His kiss has nothing to say goodbye to. Regretfully, I think of the chaos in my bedroom.

Hopefully, he follows me into the house. I close my apartment door and turn to him. His eyes shine, and his irresistible smile still robs my mind.

I kiss him tenderly and say quietly, “Think of the opera tickets.” Then I hit the door in front of him.

On the next day I call a glass-maker and order a small, foldable glass shrine. When he is delivered, I put the red shoes inside and say softly, “Here you will never come out again!” The box comes into the small shelf above the bed and I smile at the thought of Anna’s face when she sees this.