It was unknown why she had to break rule number 2 this time. The rules had always been simple and very clear. Rule 1, whenever he called for her she needed to be in a skirt or dress. Rule 2, never be wearing underwear. Rule 3, always have the 3 letter acronym written on the finger she masturbated with, to remind her that she was his plaything. She knew what had happened when she was disobedient and sometimes she had been disobedient on purpose. But this time it seemed a bit different.
They had talked about this game before – she would go first and find a place at the bar with an open seat next to her, he would pretend to be a stranger, enter and ask if it was OK to sit by her. She would act disinterested but reluctantly grant permission and then it would slowly build from there. Small chit-chat, as if they really were strangers. That chit chat would gradually move into laughter and flirting. That would be the safe part of the game, two strangers flirting in a slightly public way, but in a way that becomes progressively seductive and sexy to those witnessing it. The thrilling part of the game would be when those attentive people in the bar start to get tiny glimpses of the physical intimacy she knew would happen. The art of the game would be to push the boundary of this public intimacy without crossing the line…and of course she had to stay composed as it slowly heats up.
And so there she found herself, sitting at the restaurant bar in a dress – rule 1, with 3 letters written on her right middle finger in small blue writing – rule 3, but wearing a sexy pair of lacy red underwear. The restaurant was softly lit and the bar had small candles on it. She sat on a high chair and could easily lean forward to put her elbows on the bar. She had a tingle of anticipation because he would have no problem eventually getting close to her, and moving his hands under her dress… and that is where the game would get less safe.
She could imagine he would start by gently teasing the back of her neck with his hand and then lightly scratching the spot he liked to kiss. She knew he would slowly graze her arms in a soft and erotic way before his hand would gradually moved down beneath the bar and gently raised the hemline of her dress. She knew the attentive eyes around the restaurant would be seeing that hand softly moving up her legs and thigh. They would see him pull her legs apart ever-so-slightly so she was accessible to him. She knew they would be staring more intently, when he leaned in closer and whispered a strict command for her to remain cool and submissive while his fingers teased her inner thighs ever so lightly. Those attentive bar patrons would probably also notice the intensity pick up a notch as he would begin playing with her seductively. They may even catch glimpses of him gently touching the lacy red underwear, touching her pussy for a instant and then retreating.
She knew he would find her pussy and the lacy red underwear wet, and that he would be fully hard beneath his pants…but that she was forbidden to touch him. She knew what the the 3 letter acronym written on her middle finger stood for, and that it would happen later that evening in their hotel room, but that she would desperately be wanting it right there, in the bar, at that moment. Most importantly she knew that she would have to remain absolutely composed and obedient during this game, or the entire evening would end instantly. She knew all of this…but she did not know why she had to wear the lacy red underwear.
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