The Adventures of Karen - Part 2 - The Dinner
It was almost eight o'clock. They smiled nervously at one another as they drove
up the road to the big house. Andy had already told Karen that, when Karl had
invited them, he had specified the time and suggested that they arrive then 'if
they knew what was good for them'. It was probably a hint that punctuality was
a virtue that was admired in the company, and it seemed only reasonable to make
sure that they started the evening off on the right foot.
Andy had dressed casually in jeans and light shirt, whilst Karen had decided to
wear a light, short, dress, with matching, high heeled, strappy sandals. Karen
felt that the thin straps across her painted toes showed off her light golden
tan to maximum effect. To a casual observer they could have been young couple
out for a walk on a warm summers evening, but they knew differently. They knew
that an invite such as this was special, as their hosts were known around the
village for being aloof, even arrogant. In fact, as far as anyone knew, no one
from the village had ever been invited up to the house.
A feeling of anticipation ran through them as they arrived at the main door and
rang the bell. The door was opened almost immediately by someone who could
only be the lady of the house, which surprised Karen. Judging by the size of
the house and grounds she felt sure that there would be some staff to assist in
running things
'Do not worry my dear', Greta, sensing Karen's bewilderment, explained, 'I've
given the staff the weekend off, after all, we don't want to be disturbed do
we?'
As she spoke, she stepped from behind the door. Karen and Andy were quite
stunned by the sight of her. Dressed in a long dress, slit up to the thigh, and
tightly fitting around her ample bust, Greta made a fine, a fetching, sight.
The slit in her dress revealed that she was wearing, unusually for the time of
year, a pair of black patent knee high, spike heeled boots. She was wearing
around her neck what appeared to be a narrow, black, soft leather collar with
some sort of silver attachment.
'Oh, I'm so sorry, Mrs, err...', said Karen, 'we thought this was an informal
occasion. Had we known we would have dressed more appropriately'. Karen nudged
Andy, whose eyes were fixing on the attractive figure before him.
'No my dear, there is no need for you to worry about that', Greta smiled, 'it
won't be a problem for us I'm sure.' There was something about the glint in her
eye as spoke that made them both wonder exactly what on earth it was that she
meant.
Greta led the way to a large room. As they entered, her husband came through
the large, windowed, doors which were opened onto sweeping lawns. He was
dressed rather more casually than his wife.
'Let me introduce you to my husband, Karl', Greta smiled and turned towards him,
'and, by the way, do call me Greta, for now anyway.'
Karl came towards them smiling and offering his hand to Karen. She smiled at
him and offered hers in return. His grip was firm, strong, indeed, very strong.
'So pleased to meet you, my dear, and this is your partner is it?' He released
her hand and approached Andy.
'My dear, do forgive me', Greta smiled at Karen, 'I should have introduced
myself properly.' She offered Karen her smoothly manicured hand and held Karen
in a firm grip, gently squeezing her fingers. As she released hand her finger
tips lightly brushed against the palm of Karen's hand. Karen felt a slight,
almost imperceptible, but undeniable, tremor at the contact. Clearly Greta was
making some kind on statement.
'Now, a drink for you both?' Karl took over the proceedings.
'Just a tonic water for me', Karen spoke shyly.
'Come, come, my dear girl, do have something a little stronger. A drop of gin
with your tonic perhaps? And you? You'll have one won't you my love?' Karl
raised his eyebrows at his wife.
'Yes please, but you always know what I want don't you?' Greta smiled at her
husband. Karen noticed the look between them but thought no more of it for the
moment.'
'Andy, what can I get you?' Karl turned, 'Andy?'. But Andy was not listening,
he was staring at his hostess.
Greta had sat down and crossed her long legs. As she had done so the slit in
her dress had fallen further apart, revealing more of her smooth white thigh,
starkly contrasting with the black leather of her boot. Andy blushed as he
realised he had been caught, and stuttered that he would like a whisky if that
would be all right.
'Oh Andy, Andy don't be so embarrassed, we're all adults after all', Greta
smiled as she patted the seat beside her, 'Now come sit next to me and enjoy
your drink'
Andy sat nervously on the edge of the seat as Karl handed him the drink, a very
large drink.
As this was going on Karen was admiring the room which was much larger than she
had expected. In fact it could probably contain the whole of the small, two
bedroom, apartment that she and Andy shared. She sipped her drink as she took
in the splendor of the room.
As she stood looking out of the big picture window, she was aware of a movement
behind her. She turned to see Karl, smiling down at her. His tall, broad frame
towered over her.
'It's a wonderful view isn't it? he asked, moving closer.
'Y-y-yes', Karen managed to reply. She was a little overcome by these, to her,
unnatural surroundings. Even so, she was excited by the way this man looked
down at her, with his natural air of superiority.
'Come and sit down and let us have a little talk', Karl took her arm and led her
to another seat, 'by the way,. my dear, did I mention that I love your outfit?
Those sandals compliment your feet perfectly.'
Karen blushed, becoming aware of the effect he was having on her, feeling
butterflies in her stomach, which she had not known since she first met Andy.
She looked across to where Andy sat now. Greta actually had her hand at the top
of his thigh!
'Yes, this house has belonged to relatives of ours for very many years. I often
visited as a child and know the place inside out.' Karl smiled at Karen and
moved closer to her. 'We have a huge, I think you would call it, wine cellar.
Perhaps we could show you after dinner?'
'Oh yes we'd like that wouldn't we Karen?' Andy had turned to look at Karen,
and noticed the look in her eyes. He knew that look, one he had not seen since
they had first met. This time, he knew, it wasn't for him. Despite himself he
felt a stirring in his loins. He blushed as he realised he was growing hard at
the thought of Karen, his Karen, being with someone else. But then Greta was
giving him a lot of attention, so perhaps it was to be a different night for
both of them. He smiled inwardly at the thought. He realised that Karen was,
most likely, just as willing to explore the possibilities.
Dinner was a light meal, with plenty of wine, and completed by coffee and then
liqueurs all round. Despite drinking perhaps a little too much during the meal,
both Karen and Andy had noticed that their hosts had not only been flirting with
them both, but had been exchanging knowing glances between themselves. However,
by the end of the meal neither of them noticed the nods and smiles between Karl
and Greta, as if some personal, private, decision had been made
Back in the main room, where they had been earlier, Andy sat next to Greta, with
Karen and Karl on a large deep sofa opposite. The room was lit entirely by
candles, their soft glow and the heady combination of alcohol added to the feel
of the room. There was an atmosphere, a tenseness, in the room, and both Andy
and Karen wondered what the next step was to be. Neither dared to make a move
for themselves, it would not be proper, they were both quite happy to follow the
lead of their hosts.
The small talk from dinner continued as they sat and continued drinking but it
soon became a little more specific, with sexual comments and innuendoes. Andy
became, aware once again, of Greta's hand resting on his thigh, and turned to
look at her aware that she was staring intently at him. He broke his gaze to
look across at Karen, knowing this was the moment, knowing that he somehow
needed her approval before this could go on. She looked back at him, as if
considering the situation, there was no doubt she knew what he was asking, and
finally she smiled at him, and nodded her head. Turning back to Greta, he leant
towards her, and made to kiss her, but she shook her head.
'No Andy, that is not how it is going to be. You play by our rules or not at
all'
Confused he sat back
'And what rules would they be', he asked, not sure what she had meant.
'Myself and Karl both have rather, shall we say, unconventional tastes', she
explained, 'or, rather, they may seem unconventional to you. But, and you must
believe me, the highs, the pleasures, that can be achieved are quite
incredible.'
Greta paused and looked across at Karen. 'To us, our tastes are conventional.
So, if you feel you can trust us, I, we, can introduce you both to sexual highs
that you cannot even dream about.'
Andy looked across at Karen, who had leant forward and was listening intently, a
look of fear, excitement and interest on her face. He caught her eye, and once
again she gave a slight nod of her head, but no smile this time, her fear of the
unknown prevented that. The sexual tension in the room tangible, and Andy knew
that he had to let himself go, had to find out what Greta was talking about.
Finally he turned to her and smiled.
'So, Greta, where do we begin?'
Smiling, Greta stood and took his hand, pulling him to his feet. As she did so,
Karl also pulled Karen to her feet.
'Remove all of your clothes now! Strip naked, both of you,' Greta commanded,
'and kneel before us'
Karen started to protest, but remembered what Greta had said earlier about
trusting them. In a curious way she did. After all she reflected, this seems
rather like some of my adventures years ago when I was still married.
Both Karen and Andy quickly stripped, and knelt before their hosts, as they had
been instructed. Immediately their hosts moved, Karl behind Karen and Greta
behind Andy, and applied, strapped, a leather blindfold to each.
'This is the first part of the trust we asked of you, and you have both done
well' Greta took charge of the proceedings. 'Now, you remember we promised to
show you our little wine cellar? That is where we are going now. When we get
you there you will find that it is rather different to any you may have seen
before"
The naked couple were helped to their feet and walked, led, slowly through the
house, with Karl leading Karen by the hand. She could feel cold flagstones on
the soles of her bare feet as they started to descend steps to some lower level.
Her full nipples were hardening with the cold, but, somehow, her nakedness, her
vulnerability, excited her, even the fear of what was to come excited her. She
knew that, whatever was to happen, she had never felt this way before. She felt
a trickle of her wetness dribble down her leg as she walked, her smooth labia
doing nothing to retain or hide the signs of her arousal.
Andy followed with Greta. He was somewhat embarrassed to be paraded like this,
especially as his body was, he thought, not as presentable as it was in the
past. What did Greta see in him, he wondered, and, more to the point what was
in store for them?
Intruding on their thoughts, they heard a door being opened. They stepped into
a cold room, although they were aware of a heat source, possibly an open fire,
off to one side.
'Now kneel before us again, and we shall remove the blindfolds.' For the first
time in all of this Karl had spoken.
Andy was aware of Karen beside him as they knelt, and reached out and squeezed
her hand slightly.
'Do that again and you will be punished.' Greta said, her tone harsh.
Immediately their hands parted.
Karen knelt expectantly. Then she felt hands unstrapping the leather, the soft
leather, blindfold, removing it.
Finally, she was completely, totally naked: her and she could see the room. Her
eyes widened in surprise. There was no longer any doubt in her mind, this wine
cellar was unlike anything she could ever have imagined.
End of Part 2
(c) 2002 Cathy P
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