Unexpected circumstances.

Unexpected Circumstances.

Chapter 5.

As I hurriedly made my way back upstairs to change, the carpet once again became the repository for my clothes, this time my sweater and the the simple yet elegant white satin and lace bra I'd chosen to wear an hour earlier. I kicked off my sandals. then tugged my jeans down and stepped out of them, leaving them, like my already removed bra and sweater, on the floor where they were pulled off. My panties were next to be cast aside, these too finding a new home on the floor, then I moved to the dresser and pulled open the drawers.

While Sir was old enough to be my father, he still had a pulse and a healthy libido. Smirking at that thought, I knew that simple subtle white lingerie would not be the instrument of allure required to entice him to tie me up then ram his cock into me once he had me bound and at his whim. I rummaged through the drawers quickly before settling upon a red lace bra and matching  panties. I donned the super sexy lingerie quickly then moved to the side of the bed and sat down on its edge.

Just as I'd done the night before, I reached into the top drawer of my bedside table for an unopened package of black stockings, deciding to wear stay ups this morning rather than ones requiring the matching garter belt which went with my bra and panties. I sighed when I realised the only brand new stockings still in the drawer weren't stay ups, then settled on a pair of ebony pantyhose.

I tore the packaging off and carefully pulled the sheer ebony nylon up my legs and fitted the panty portion in place over the top of the red lace that hugged my crotch and ass like a jealous lover.  I rose from the edge of the bed and headed then into my walk in closet. Fifteen minutes later, after  warring back and forth in my mind about which outfit to wear, I stepped from the closet wearing a bright red sheer silk blouse, my pale gray business suit, a pair of black high heeled court shoes and with a bright red and yellow patterned Hermes scarf tied around my neck.

Dressed for business, or in this case, the man I was hoping would put me through a wildly erotic weekend of bondage and fucking, I headed downstairs and gathered my purse. I made a point of checking the contents, then gathered my cell phone and headed for the door. I stepped from the porch to my car, slipped gracefully in behind the wheel, gunned the motor into life and eased it out of the driveway and headed for what I hoped would be the illicit rendezvous with Sir I'd missed out on the night before.

I was about ten minutes into my journey when I realized that in my haste to meet up with Sir I hadn't brought any other clothes in the event that my breakfast with him eventuated further and turned, as I was hoping it might, into being a weekend of subjugation and servitude to him. I pulled the car to the kerbside and weighed up my options, warring back and forth mentally between continuing or heading back to the house to hastily throw some other clothes into a bag. “Are you going to need clothes this weekend Monica?” I asked myself, again calling myself by the pseudonym Sir knew me by. A wicked grin formed on my face and a light lilting laugh rippled from my throat a moment later, then I gunned the engine again and continued on my journey.

I arrived in the street where Alfredo's is located a little after 10 AM then spent the next fifteen minutes looking for a parking space. Satisfied that my car was safe where I finally found a place to leave it, I climbed out, locked the vehicle then started making my way down the street towards the restaurant, three blocks away.

Even though I hadn't seen him for nearly seven years, I knew I'd know his face immediately when I spotted him. When I did, my mouth dropped and I stopped in my tracks. He'd grayed prematurely, at least in my eyes, despite him heading on towards fifty. The look suited him though, I reasoned to myself as I enjoyed seeing him with that distinguished look I'd read and heard so much about. He was dressed simply in dark blue designer jeans, a body hugging vee necked shirt, and a black woolen jacket with leather sleeves.

The contrast between his smart casual attire and my no nonsense businesswoman look couldn't have been more glaring. Right then I wanted the sidewalk to open up and swallow me for not having had the sense to ask him what I should wear. I took a few moments to compose myself despite the throbbing in my crotch then pressed on and finally approached the outdoor table where he was sitting.

“Oh my. Don't I seem over dressed.” he grinned then rose from his chair when I stood at the table in front of him. “I hope I haven't drawn you away from anything.” he then said simply as he leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “You look lovely.” he then praised me before pulling out a chair for me to sit in.

“I...I...I...” I stammered as I looked at how casually he was dressed and thought how out of place I must have looked amid the sea of Saturday morning shop patrons passing by on the sidewalk. “When you said Alfredo's, I thought...” I then offered feebly.

“You look fine. Trust me.” Sir said with a warm friendly smile, trying to make me feel less out of place than I already did. “Have a seat.” he then gestured to the chair he'd pulled from the table. I accepted his offer and made myself comfortable in the chair then shifted sideways slightly and crossed my legs, making sure I gave him a good view of my ebony nylon sheathed stems.

“It was a pity your car got the flat last night.” Sir said as he sat down again. “From what I read in your email, you went a lot of trouble with your outfit last night.” he then stated, grinning broadly as he poured me a glass of water then sipped from his own.

“Yes.” I muttered in response, my head bowing as I felt my cheeks flood with color at his flattery. I finally lifted it up and looked at him then removed my jacket and set it down with my purse on the chair beside me. “As I did today.” I then added, becoming more confident in his presence as each minute ticked past, then rested my arms on the frame of the chair to afford him the best possible view of the outline of my lace bra through my blouse.

A waiter stopped at our table and leered at me for a few moments which made me blush even more, this time out of pleasure rather than shame. I felt good that I'd dressed up for one man, and another man was ogling me while the one I'd dressed up for sat barely an arm's length away. Sir ordered breakfast for us, eggs Florentine and tea, in glasses rather than cups.

I reached for my goblet of water and sipped the cooling liquid slowly then put it back on the table and looked at the man with the graying hair sitting nearby. “Please don't call me on that number again.” I ventured boldly.

“Why?” Sir then asked calmly. “Because it's a company phone? Is that the reason Alexandra?” he followed up, calling me by my real name.

“Yes.”I replied tersely, folding my arms under my bountiful breasts, closing myself off to him with my body language even while my actions caused my lace bra encased breasts to press harder against the thin material of my blouse. As I stared at him I realised I was once again acting like a bitch towards the man who seemed to always take my temper tantrums and mood swings in his stride and not be angry. I shook my head and unfolded my arms then relaxed once again. “I'm sorry.” I apologised. “That was rude of me. I shouldn't have spoken to you that way.

“It's fine.” Sir replied simply, a faint smile forming on his face. “As for your privacy, I'll respect your wishes.” he then stated as if my request was something he dealt with all day every day. I was about to say something when the waiter returned with our breakfast and set the two meals on the table in front of us. There was still tension in the air as we began to eat, though I drew many lingering looks from many men who passed by our table.

I looked up from my breakfast at him then spied my openly displayed fingers and the wedding ring so proudly sported on the third one of my left hand. I felt my heart race at that moment, as I was sure my secret was out. If it was however, Sir was being a true gentleman and saying nothing. “So, no lecture about wanting to preserve my privacy?” I finally asked while moving my left hand into a position that secreted my wedding ring.

“No.” Sir replied simply before he sipped his tea. “Your private life is your business. I'm just one small part of it, and if you want that part kept separate from the rest, that's fine with me.” he then added, his words spoken softly as he continued eating the meal he'd ordered.

“Thank you.” I replied, trying to sound as sincere as I could, then kept eating trying to keep my left hand hidden. Finally I could take no more of trying to deceive the man whom again today had welcomed me with open arms. “I'm married.” I then volunteered without thinking, immediately wondering what possessed me to pass on that information right then.

“Well good for you!” Sir replied enthusiastically. “I knew you'd find some great guy and settle down someday.” he then added, the brilliant beaming smile on his face reassuring me that he was genuinely happy for me. “Kids?” he then asked.

“Two.” I nodded then reached for my purse. “Twin boys. Just turned five.” I declared proudly before pulling out a picture of the boys to show him.

“Wow! They're great looking boys.” Sir said brightly. “But then again, their mother is quite the looker, so they had a pretty good head start.” he then flattered me.

I blushed instantly at his flattery and smiled at him, enjoying having a man nearly as old as my own father flirt with me. “Andy's taken them away camping.” I then confessed, gasping almost immediately the words left my lips, hoping, praying that something would stall time so I could jam them back into my mouth and leave them unsaid.

“And they'll be back when?” Sir asked simply, not making me feel like a fool for having volunteered intimate information about my life only a minute or so after demanding that he not call me on my company cell phone so I could preserve my privacy.

“About four Monday afternoon.” I replied without thinking, the answer coming from my mouth as naturally and casually as if I'd been giving it to my next door neighbor Carla. The moment immediately after I heard my own words in my ears, I silently cursed myself as I realised my answer must have sounded like I'd contacted him the night before because I had the weekend all to myself.

“So when the cat's away...” Sir said with a slight smirk, leaving the age old saying unfinished.

“Let me guess, you forgot your husband was taking your boys away, hadn't made any plans with your girlfriends to do anything, so you thought you'd call the number in the email I sent you all those months ago. Right?” Sir then asked, sounding as though he was reading my mind.

I nodded my head silently, not daring to speak lest I once again put my foot in my mouth. “Please don't think badly of me.” I then pleaded softly with him. “It's not like I do this sort of thing all the time.” I added, trying to justify my presence at the restaurant with him. “I'm not a bad person.” I then uttered, my eyes lowering towards the table for a few seconds before I looked back at Sir hoping for his approval.

“Just a kinky one who had an itch to scratch. Right?” Sir then teased me, winking and grinning at me. “In all seriousness though, what led to you being here, is none of my business.” Sir replied with a warm inviting smile. “The fact you are is all that matters.” he then added as he reached for his glass of tea and sipped from it, his words having the effect of making me sigh with relief. “I take it, Andy, isn't into...” he then asked leaving the question unfinished.

“Not really.” I sighed slightly while gently shaking my head from side to side. “Occasionally. Sometimes.” I replied, faltering over the answer, flustered that I was now talking about my sex life with my husband and our attempts at bondage. “He tries hard when he indulges me. He really does.” I then added as I ate some more of my breakfast. “But no, he's not really into it.” I then added, a tinge of sadness finding its way into my voice.

“Take off your panties.” Sir then commanded, shocking me into a wide eyed mouth agape stare.

“Excuse me?” I asked incredulously, not believing what I'd just heard.

“I said, take off your panties, Monica.” Sir repeated, confirming that I had heard him correctly and also calling me by the name reserved just for him.

I shook my head and closed my eyes hoping that when I opened them I'd have just woken from a dream. As expected when I did, I saw Sir sitting opposite me and the Saturday morning shoppers walking happily up and down the street. “I...I...can't.” I protested meekly, my voice barely having enough volume to it to carry across the table.

“You can, and you will.” Sir replied calmly, though his voice held that air of authority to it that I remembered from our previous encounters together.

“I...I...it's not...that I won't...or don't want to...it's just...” I fumbled for the words as I felt the color flooding from my cheeks down my neck to the top of my chest. “I'm wearing pantyhose.” I then declared, lowering my voice almost to a husky conspiratorial whisper as I leaned towards him.

“And your point is?” Sir replied, his right eyebrow raising slightly

I gulped slightly and stared at him for a few moments, then looked around in all directions at the other open air diners and also the pedestrians making their way along the sidewalk. Finally I summoned up my courage and spoke. “I'll need to use the ladies room. May I be excused please?” I asked, as if I was seeking my father's permission to leave the family dinner table.

“What for?” Sir inquired.

My face filled with shock at his casualnees and the inference behind his words. “You don't think I'm going to do something like that right here do you?” I then challenged him while trying to keep my voice down so others couldn't hear it, not realising as I uttered the words that I was tacitly agreeing to do his bidding.

“Actually,” Sir replied as he sipped his tea again, “Yes. I do.” he added as he looked over the rim of the glass he held. “But since you asked so politely and properly, you may go to the ladies room to do it.” he then declared, giving me permission to leave the table and use the restroom to facilitate the removal of my underwear.

I smiled weakly at him then gathered my purse and started to rise from the table. Sie, was as usual, the perfect gentleman, rising from his own chair and drawing mine back. “Thank you.” I said softly, my voice taking on a tone of warmth and genuine affection for the man old enough to be my father. He nodded then swept an arm to one side, showing me the way.

I strode purposefully inside the bistro and headed into the ladies room. Inside, I moved straight to the mirrored wall and set my purse down on the vanity counter then looked at my reflection. “What the hell are you doing Alexandra?” I asked myself as I looked from side to side into the mirror, checking I was alone, while at the same time my fingers clutched the hem of my skirt and started pulling it up my thighs.

“Taking my panties off like he just ordered.” I replied to my reflection then grinned as the naughtiness of what I was doing filled my mind. Leaving the house without underwear on at all didn't seem to bother me, but for some reason, removing my panties in public was having an effect on me.

Fearing I might be caught in the act by someone coming in, I gathered my purse and headed into one of the stalls, then closed and locked the door. Blessed now with a modicum of privacy, I hiked my skirt up to my waist, slipped out of my shoes then drew my pantyhose down my legs and removed them. With my underwear now fully accessible I quickly tugged them down my legs, to my dismay discovering they were now quite damp in the crotch. Once shed, I stuffed my panties into my purse then set about putting my hose back on.

Dressed seemingly respectably again, I stepped from the stall then moved back to the vanity counter and looked into the mirror, a guilty grin forming on my face as I saw my cheeks flush with color. Barely five seconds later, I heard the door opening and quickly turned on the faucet as another woman entered. I offered her a polite smile as I went through the motions of washing my hands and dried them, then made my way out of the restroom and headed back to where Sir was sitting at our outdoor table.

“You, are wicked!” I giggled when I resumed my seat, my face infusing with even more color as I smiled brightly across the table at Sir.

“How so?” he replied almost nonchalantly, his own face filling with a teasing grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“You know exactly what I'm talking about.” I responded, my mood decidely more light hearted now than it had been when I sat down.

“So, you did it then huh?” Sir questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh huh.” I grinned like the Cheshire cat back at him.

“Show me.” he then declared, giving me another order.

If I was feeling confident and proud that I'd gone through with his demand I was swiftly brought crashing back into reality at his latest demand. My grin dissipated far more quickly than it appeared and I pondered how to facilitate proving to him that I'd done his bidding. I moved from my seat and took up the one to his left, then angled it towards him and parted my legs, then began drawing my skirt up my thighs, thankful at that moment I'd chosen the kerbside of our outdoor booth from which to perform my brazen display.

Inch by inch my skirt rose until the wide dark bands at the tops of my stockings, and the satin ribbons on the ends of my garter straps were peeking out below the hem of my skirt. I blushed furiously as I kept drawing my skirt up, hoping Sir would soon give me some kind of signal to let me know he could see my pantiless pussy.

“Let's do it the easy way. Shall we?” Sir winked at me as he got a good eyeful of my exposed stocking clad thighs, then he tapped his left index finger on the table top. “Show me the panties.” he then commanded.

Once more the mature man I'd headed to meet for breakfast found a way to make me stare at him wide eyed and open mouthed. My jaw worked up and down, trying to protest, but the words remained in my head and didn't find their way to my tongue. As I sat there trying to digest just how humiliating it would be for someone to spy me putting my panties on the table, Sir leaned across and placed his hand on my exposed right thigh.

“I've seen your pretty pussy before Monica.” he said softly, his words barely carrying to my ears. “In and out of pantyhose. I've fucked it a few times also.” he continued in his soft commanding tone. “This time, I want to see the panties you removed for me.” he then added before his hand slid higher on my thigh, clasped the hem of my skirt and drew it back down to a more modest and respectable length.

I gulped at Sir's assertiveness and calmness as he demanded to see my removed underwear. I looked from side to side up and down the street either side of where we sat then reached for my purse. I laid it on the table facing towards him then while again checking for anyone being able to see what I was doing, unfastened the clasp on it and opened it, revealing the red lace underwear I'd taken off in the ladies room a few minutes earlier.

“Give them to me.” Sir then demanded.

Once again my eyes widened like saucers and my mouth gaped in disbelief, yet for some reason, my shock and embarrassment were overcome by the wanton betrayal of my body. More of my cunt crème leaked from my throbbing needy slit and mostened the tops of my thighs above my stocking tops as I turned the opening of my purse back to face me.

I wanted to protest about Sir's demand. Surely seeing my underwear was evidence enough that I'd complied with his order? Yet for some reason, I felt strangely compelled to further publicly  embarrass myself and put on a show for the man seated beside me. I reached inside my purse and bunched the sodden red lace into my hand then withdrew it and held it out towards Sir, offering him the underwear clutched tightly in my fist.

“Put them here.” Sir responded, his left index finger tapping the table top as if he was doing it to try and gain my attention.

“Please?” I whimpered softly, leaning towards him and resting my tightly closed fist on his forearm, hoping he'd spare me the indignity of placing my underwear on the table top where anyone passing could see it.

“Put them here.” Sir repeated as he looked into my eyes while still tapping his finger on the tabletop. “Now.”

The determination in Sir's gaze as he looked deeply into my eyes told me I wasn't getting away from the table without making a presentation to him of my underwear. Again I looked from side to side, checking out the movements of the people in both directions as they made their way up the sidewalk. I willed the passersby to move faster and when I decided the coast was clear, I uncurled my fingers and let the damp red lace fall from my grasp onto the table top.

“Good girl.” Sir smiled warmly at me when finally I let my panties tumble from my fingers onto the table top. “That wasn't so hard now, was it?” he then asked as he winked at me. I shook my head silently in agreement with him as I fet a sudden throbbing in my ebony nylon covered crotch. “Andy's never made you do that. Has he?” Sir asked. Again I shook my head to confirm his inquiry. “Next time, you don't get the luxury of going to the ladies room.” he then declared, his words bringing another pang of desire to my loins and drawing a low throaty moan of desire from my throat.

I gnawed at my bottom ip with my teeth while Sir spoke of there being a next time for me to remove my panties in public, and that I'd not be afforded the benefit of even the semi privacy of the restroom.“What makes you think we'll be doing something like this again?” I finally asked, clenching my thighs together tightly as I crossed my legs after taking several seconds to regain my composure and fill myself with false bravado.

Sir was silent for a long time after I asked my question. I tried to sit still and be patient, but couldn't and instead for reasons known only in my subconscious I started fidgeting, and crossing and recressing my legs, desperately trying to quell the fire building inside me, praying the chaing need between my legs would subside.Finally, after fraining what was left of his glass of tea he replied.

“Well, you're here while your husband's away camping with your twin boys, and you just removed your panties at my instruction. Isn't that sufficient grounds to believe you'll be wanting to do this again?” he said calmly and pointedly while managing to maintain a look of casualness about himself. “Or should I also toss in the multiple self bondage sessions and orgasms resulting there from last night, and the fact that your cunt is creaming right now in anticipation of what I'm going to do to and with you after we leave this table?” he then added while staring straight into my deep brown eyes. “Plus, you have no plans for the weekend.” he then added almost flippantly.

I blushed profusely at the truth behind his words,. Indeed, I had no plans for the weekend other than being Sir's slut to use and abuse as he pleased. The inference in his statement that at some stage in the future I'd somehow manufacture a way to again be with him while Andy took the boys away somewhere made my blushing intensify. Finally, I smirked to myself for a moment about just how right he might possibly be then responded to his statement teasingly. “Might I ask what plans you've made for me for this weekend?”

“You may ask.” Sir laughed in response to my quip before he picked up his own goblet of water and drank from it. “Until you turned up, I hadn't made any.” he then added, my face forming into a slight scowl at the innuendo behind his words that he'd not expected me to actually turn up to meet him. “But now that you're here, let's just say, you won't be disappointed.” he then added confidently, grinning brightly as he gestured to my plate and what was left of my now cold breakfast. “Done?”

I looked at my plate, pondered for a moment trying to eat the rest of the delicious meal Sir had invited me to share with him then nodded my head. “Yes, thank you.” I replied politely. Question asked and answered, Sir rose from his chair, took enough money from his wallet to pay for our meals as well as leave a sizeable tip, then stepped behind me and took hold of the frame of my chair. “Let's go.”

“Where?” I asked looking over my shoulder and tilting my head back slightly as I strained to look at him before I rose to my feet.

“Where would you like?” Sir responded simply, his question once again putting the ball in my court as I rose and stepped away from the table then took his arm.

I looked blankly at him for a few moments as his simple answer sank in along with what  the ramifications of my next words would mean. I turned and looked away from him, my head moving in all directions as I gazed up and down the street. I gnawed at my bottom lip with my teeth again for a moment, the gesture showing my indecisiveness then finally flashed him a brilliant, beaming shameless smile. “Your place.” I declared eagerly, my heart racing as once again my mind filled with a myriad of images of what lay in store for me while I looked up at him hopefully.

Sir smiled and nodded his head in reply then gestured down the street towards my waiting vehicle. “Thank you!” I exclaimed huskily then pulled my arm from his, threw both arms around his neck, pushed up onto the balls of my feet and kissed him full on the mouth, not caring this time about the public spectacle I was creating or the attention I was drawing to myself. When I broke the kiss, I looked sheepishly at him then wiped the cherry colored gloss from his lips with the pad of my thumb. I took his arm again and rested my head against his shoulder while a contented smile lit up my face. When we resumed walking to where I'd parked my car, a soft purring moan emanated from my throat as my mind filled once again with thoughts of just how perfect the weekend was going to be.