One Day in Germany (2 of 2) - Sex Stories

One Day in Germany (2 of 2)

Karin closed her front door in his face and locked it leaving James standing on the door step, unsure of what to do next. Only then did he realise that he’d left his bag inside her flat. Being separated from a few dirty clothes wasn’t a problem, but she now had his passport which made returning home even harder. He knelt down and looked through the keyhole just as Karin inserted her key and all he could do was listen as she engaged the deadlock. “Karin, my bag?” She giggled as she withdrew the key and walked back through the small hallway. James looked down at his chained hands and experimented until he could clasp his hands together in a way that both hid the chain and looked least suspicious. He surveyed the street and saw a cafe just up a little and started to walk there as naturally as he could. Karin didn’t live in the nicest neighbourhood and James felt out of place in his suit. Getting into a fight with his hands chained up would only end badly. He ducked into the cafe and was pleased to that it was reasonably OK, with booths at the back. He slid as far as he could into the very back booth and ordered coffee and toast from the blonde waitress. James had already decided that he would cancel his meetings and stay in Germany for another day. That was easy enough, but spending the day in an unknown city while hiding the fact that his hands were chained was not going to be easy. What had Karin been thinking? He thought through his options. Buying a hacksaw or bolt cutters ...

... wouldn’t work. With his wrists chained so closely together there was no way he could use the tools without help. A locksmith was also out of the question, there was no way he was going to share his predicament with anyone. Anyway, he didn’t know the German words for ‘I let some crazy girl padlock my hands together.’ Picking the locks was also impossible. The way she’d chained him, with his wrists almost touching, he could barely even reach them. There was only one option. ‘Cafe across road, let me buy you breakfast. James x.’ He sent the text and started to drink his coffee two handed. He had to wait half an hour before Karin finally appeared, dressed in leather jacket and jeans. With her hair up in a ponytail, wearing glasses and carrying books she looked every bit the student. She slid along the booth and sat opposite James. “What would you like?” he asked as he smiled to the waitress and let Karin order for herself. “What?” she was leaning forward and staring right into his eyes. “I really can’t spend the day like this,” James pulled his shackled hands from under the table to show her and then quickly hid them back out of sight. “Key in my jeans pocket, come.” James knew she wasn’t going to make this easy for him, but he probably didn’t realise how difficult she would make it. As he started to slide back out of the booth, Karin stopped him and pointed under the table. James protested, but Karin just ignored him and drank her coffee. With no option, James checked that they ...