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

One Day in Germany (2 of 2)

... weren’t being watched and then ducked underneath the table and edged over to Karin’s crossed legs. He reached up and tried to push his fingers into one of the front pockets of her jeans. The jeans had been well fitting when she’d been standing, but now she was sitting, the denim was pulled even more tightly around her hips. This in turn sealed the entrance to her pockets even more tightly. James soon gave that up and instead ran his hands along the outside of her jeans only to find that both front pockets were empty. With Karin pretending to ignore the guy touching her under the table, James reached around and soon discovered that the back pockets of her jeans were pinned beneath her butt and therefore completely inaccessible. “Karin, lift up, please,” he whispered. To James surprise, Karin leant over and lifted one side of her butt off the black vinyl bench. James saw a small bulge in her back pocket which he guessed was the keys. He reacted as fast as he was able, but still couldn’t get his chained hands to her pocket before she sat back down. James tried to push her to one side so he could access her pocket, or at least slip a hand inside, but she was easily able to stop him. “Karin, please!” This time he heard giggling from above the table. Karin couldn’t help herself, James’s predicament and the feel of his strong hands on her body were making her feel hot and sexy. She was eager that he stay down there longer. She uncrossed her legs, lifted one and placed it back down ...

... between his chained hands. She then wrapped her ankles together to form a continuous loop, a loop that was now linked with the continuous loop of James’s chained hands. She looked forward to feeling him try to escape from that one. James realised what she’d done just as Karin called the waitress. Fuck, he didn’t want to be under the table when the waitress arrived. Karin’s ankles were still crossed, but she’d opened her knees. James decided to lean forward and use his shoulders as leverage to force open her ankles. He moved forward, but Karin was way ahead of him. As soon as his head passed between her knees, she snapped them back together around his neck. He knew things must be getting worst as he heard Karin trying to suppress more giggles. The waitress was now standing by the table talking to Karin, though fortunately he was still out of sight beneath the far end of the booth table. He just had to keep quiet , but even that wasn’t easy as Karin was squeezing him hard between her knees and he struggled to avoid choking. Karin was getting off on the situation and the harder she squeezed, the better it felt. By the time she released him and he’d struggled back to his seat, she was very aroused. “Karin, I need the keys!” “Key in my jeans, I tell you.” “Mmm, it’s dangerous down there,” James observed as he sipped his new coffee and watched her intently, the fact that she was close to orgasm was easy to see. No doubt she could see the same in his eyes. Karin had to get some air ...