I was kind of disappointed. Did that mean that we wouldn't be able to take things further? On the other hand, maybe I could sneak out of the office early and catch a look at Daniela in a short white tennis skirt. In fact, maybe I could even take a camera with me.
'So look, I've got to rush off. I'll see you later on. Take care. Bye.'
'Bye. See you later.'
***
Three days later and I was ready for action. The thought of the coming weekend had robbed me of a certain amount of sleep but I had come to work on Friday prepared to carry out my plan. I had checked out the tennis club where Daniela was due to play and found that it was possible to sit unobserved at a nearby park bench with an unobstructed view of the outdoor courts. That and my trusty digital camera with its 400mm telephoto objective and 2x converter meant that I was ready for action.
As I pulled up onto the public car park, I could see that Daniela was already playing tennis. I got out, locked the door and wandered over to the park bench that I had identified earlier. Setting up the camera, I was pleased to see that there was no-one nearby. I turned towards the tennis courts and focussed on Daniela. As always, the unbelievable speed of the digital focus surprised and pleased me as Daniela suddenly appeared in close-up before my eye. She was wearing a pale blue top and white pleated tennis skirt and I had to zoom back a bit to see all of her sleek body. She danced before me, completely unaware of me and my camera as she raced across the court, chasing the ball. I took photo after photo and noticed with pleasure that her panties were also of a pale blue that matched her top. At first I thought that it was some kind of one-piece outfit that she had got on, but as I review the photo's, I could make out a small strip of bare tummy between the waistband of her skirt and the top of her knickers.
Each time she served or stretched to return a well-placed shot, her short white skirt flew up, exposing the pale blue panties that were stretched over taught muscles. I relished in the view of her briefly exposed crotch and wondered briefly whether she was wearing anything under the matching panties. After 15 minutes, I decided that I had enough photo's and headed back to the car, painfully aware of the full erection that I was sporting. Oh, well, if everything went according to plan, I would be able to get some relief later on!
***
8pm. We were heading to the restaurant in the car. Neither of us was talking, wrapped up in our own nervous thoughts about what was going to happen later on that evening. Petra had got changed in the bathroom, preventing me from seeing what she was planning to wear. When she finally appeared, I was pleasantly suprised to see that she was wearing a very short grey mini-skirt that I had never seen before and a royal blue silk blouse that she had recently bought, but never worn. To top things off she was wearing thin black tights - or stockings - and a pair of relatively flat black shoes.
As I drove towards town, I looked down at Petra's legs, where I could see that the skirt had pulled up until it was only just covering the crotch. I reached down to pull the skirt up a bit further so that I could see what she was wearing underneath. Petra smacked me playfully on the wrist.
'Patience, patience. You'll get to see my panties soon enough!'
'Promises, promises!'
I tried to console myself with thoughts of the last time we had all met up and pulled into the car park outside the restaurant. Strangely enough, the windows of the restaurant were covered completely by curtains so that you couldn't see into the restaurant at all from the outside. As we entered the restaurant, we were greeted in a small ante-room by an elegantly dressed slim blonde who asked as the name under which we had reserved and told us that she would show us to our table. I was surprised to see that the restaurant was split up into what I can only described as "SeparΓ©e's" - small areas separated from one another by curtains which came up to just over head height of the sitting guests. This meant that the waiters and other guests could not see the dining party as they were effectively hidden by the thick dark red velvet curtains.
We were shown to a horse-shoe-shaped seating area with soft cushioned seats and a small oblong table in the middle. Smiling at us, the woman asked us if should bring us anything to drink and told us that she would be our waitress for the evening. Thanking her, we said that we would wait for our friends before ordering. With a smile, she disappeared, pulling the curtain closed behind her as she left.
'What a weird place!'
'No kidding. This is more like a brothel than a restaurant!'
'Oh, so you have experience of brothels do you?'
I grinned.
'No, but even if I did, I probably wouldn't tell you!'
Just then we heard voices approaching and the curtain was jerked open. In walked Daniela and James accompanied by the cool slim blonde. After greetings all around, Daniela and James settled into their seats opposite us as the blonde once again asked what we would like to drink. Having taken our order of a round of Prosecco, she disappeared telling us that we should not leave the seating area unless she accompanied us. She pointed to a small button on the table and told us to press it if we needed anything.
I looked over to our hosts and was pleased to see that Daniela was also wearing a really short black pleated mini-skirt. It was at least as short as the one that Petra was wearing and if it wasn't for the fact that she had pressed her thighs closely together, I would have a great view up her skirt. Her pullover was in a bright pink with a V-neck under which I could make out an almost transparent white top. James was wearing a plain black cotton shirt open at the neck and a pair of tight faded jeans.
'Have you two ever been here before?'
'No, never. It's a bit strange - what's with all the curtains?'
Daniela and James grinned at one another.
'You'll see!'
I wondered what on earth they were going on about. The restaurant was certainly unusual and had a strange atmosphere but it seemed to be OK.
'Don't look so worried - you'll enjoy it and hopefully it will get us in the mood for later on.'
'Talking of which, I'm feeling rather warm. I think I'll take off my jumper.'
Daniela reached down and grabbed the bottom of her pink jumper and started slowly pulling it up her body. As she did so, I could see that my first impression was correct - her 'top' was made of a white material that appeared to be little thicker than your average stocking. As her navel was revealed, I could clearly make out her tummy button through the thin material, which made my interest in seeing her bra even greater.
She continued to pull the bright pink jumper up over her body until it became very clear - as the lower curve of her breasts appeared - that she had not bothered wearing a bra. Up and up her jumper went until I could finally see her breasts in their full glory. Hidden as they were by the thin white material of her 'body', we now once again see her dark brown nipples, which were as stiff as I remembered from the last time I saw them. Her beautiful firm breasts were uninterrupted by bikini lines of any sort so it was clear that she either sunbathed topless or spent a lot of time in the solarium. Since the material of her body was fairly tight, her breasts were slightly flattened and held up firmly for us to see.
I glanced over at Petra who was obviously as surprised as I was. Daniela had by now pulled the jumper up over her head and now sat calmly in front of us with her breasts freely visible to anyone who might come in. Daniela's top was sleeveless and had thin white spaghetti straps over her shoulders to hold it in place.
I felt Petra's hand on my thigh and looked at her. Her eyes were gleaming with excitement. It was now clear to all of us that there was going to be a repeat performance of our last evening together. The rules of the game had obviously changed in some subtle way and now we were also free to play around as we saw fit. I was just about to lean forwards and suggest something to Petra when the curtain was pulled back. Our waitress came back in.
To my surprise, Daniela made no attempt to cover herself. She continued as if sitting almost topless in front of a group of people in a restaurant was the most natural thing in the world. The next surprise was that the waitress acted as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. She continued to take our orders and wrote them down on her small note pad.
As she disappeared, pulling the curtain shut behind her, Petra broke the stunned silence with the question that was also on the tip of my lips.
'What is going on here? Didn't she notice that you are sitting there exposed for the world to see?'
'First of all, I'm not exposing myself for the whole world - just for you three - and the staff of course - and secondly, this is a rather special restaurant, as you will see as the evening progresses. In the mean time, Petra, are you wearing a bra under that rather nice blouse of yours?'
'Er, yes.' Petra flushed red.
'Don't you think it would be rather nice if you let the two boys - and me of course - see what you are wearing for us today?'
'Er, I don't know. I mean ... what about the waitress? This is a public restaurant!'
'Well yes and no. It is a public restaurant, but only for members and their guests. And the waitress has seen a lot more than a very attractive woman in her bra, believe me.'
'I don't know. I've never done anything like that before.'
She looked at me. I encouraged her with a shrug and a smile before Daniela spoke again.
'A couple of weeks ago, you had never sat in your knickers and watched someone give her husband a blow-job or held another man's cock while he came and while your husband watched ... but you enjoyed that didn't you?'