Ellie's Return (3 page)

The maître d who had all but ignored
Alfonse when he had arrived on his own had not taken his eyes off Ellie since
she walked in, and now he showed them straight to a table that he had
previously told Alfonse may be some considerable time. He pulled a chair back
for Ellie but she stopped and turned and looked to the middle of the room,
smiling widely at him and touching her lips shyly with her finger. The maître d
understood and called to a waiter to clear a table almost before the previous
couple had left it. Ellie crinkled up her face in a gesture of thanks and took
her seat where she was far more visible. Alfonse was trying very hard to be
cool but Ellie looked electric, her eyes and her teeth seemed to sparkle and
her earrings only exaggerated that effect. Her teardrop pendant pointed
directly down her décolletage to her pushed up cleavage behind the white
front-laced bustier where he was trying so hard not to look. As she sat
opposite him, her high angular shoulders bare and large expanse of her nape
browned to perfection, she looked around her but very rarely at him, glancing
at him occasionally when he spoke to her, but mostly appreciating the glances
of men who tried to catch her eye whilst they thought their wives and
girlfriends were not looking on.
 
He
was trying very hard but she wanted his full attention, and he could not ignore
her while she was ignoring him, nor could he sulk the way he often did when he
wanted attention himself, so he would have to try harder with her. He was after
all, very much looking forward to the evening and he regarded this stage as an
expensive formality.

Alfonse wished he could think of something
to say to her. He told her she looked beautiful and she smiled, as at a child
who had said something adorable but obvious, and she looked away again. This
continued for some time, with Alfonse stealing glances at the smooth skin
around her bustier, while she largely ignored him unless she happened to catch
the glance of an especially attractive man at which she became very animated
and excited about something Alfonse might have said or done, losing interest as
quickly when he began to respond to her. Eventually she decided that she had
done this for long enough, and told him he was being very quiet this evening.
In her head, Ellie was being hilarious; she was just sorry she had no one to
tell about this. Alfonse was so used to controlling women with his moods, and
whilst Ellie generally did not put up with that kind of thing very much, it had
been the last straw when he stormed off three weeks ago because she had been
left stood on her own in a bar. As he stormed off she had watched after him for
a moment in disbelief, then getting a grip she had looked around to see if
anybody had been watching. A couple stood nearby had seen and she was thankful
that instead of looking away when she knew they had seen, the man had come up
and asked if she was ok and if she wanted to join them. It had given her time
to regain her composure and she refused to join them but thanked them, and as
she left alone she promised herself not to put up with that kind of behaviour
anymore. She and Tom had argued before, of course they had, but he would never
have walked out on her in a public place. That didn’t change the fact that he
had walked out on her in the end, and she wished she did not always think of
Tom first when anything went wrong.

Alfonse did not think he was being quiet so
much as being ignored, but he could not say that, he could not jeopardise what
was in store this evening and Ellie’s confidence was already proving a threat
to him. If he was honest, he was being a bit quiet anyway, not just because she
had ignored anything he tried to say but also partly because he did not really
know what to say to her most of the time. His main attraction to Ellie, to most
women come to that, was his body, and Ellie found that useful but she certainly
did not want to discuss how many pull ups he had done that day, which left
little in his repertoire to discuss. If that was not bad enough he was almost
entranced with her this evening, and was struggling to think of anything except
piercing her and pumping himself into her until she begged him to stop. He
might have been thinking just this when she looked directly at him and asked
again why he was so quiet, since he seemed to snap out of it for a moment when
she spoke. By this time they had finished their entrees and Alfonse had been ignored
by several attentive waiters as they served food, removed plates, poured wine,
asked if everything was to Madam’s satisfaction, and looked at him in turn as
though they couldn’t believe it either.

Alfonse could not cite any of the
legitimate reasons for being quiet, since being too stupid or thinking about
wanting to bend her over the table there and then would not have gone down well
and telling her that she was ignoring him would have been even worse. He was
learning then, but too late. She asked him if it was because of the last time
they had met that he was being so quiet. He looked confused, but she gave him a
knowing look and he admitted, since that was a possible way out of this, that
yes, it was partly because of last time. He was thinking now, perhaps he should
apologise, maybe that was what this was about, since there had been a bit of a
spat but it was about nothing. In fact it was really only about the fact that
he needed to get away and pursue another girl he had seen that day for the
first time, and causing a scene was the best way not to have to answer questions
about that, or answer Ellie’s concerns about his moods. Cause a scene, then
wait three weeks; that was the perfect way not to have to answer questions, but
now it seemed he may have to apologise after all. Except that as he was about
to do it she told him that she was sorry, she did not know what she had done
but she was sorry for whatever it was. Alfonse had just managed to stop himself
from also apologizing at that point, but he took the initiative and nodded
sagely in acknowledgement.

Then Ellie told him she was going to make
it up to him. This he had not expected, but he saw that she was coming back to him
so he decided to wait. Ellie ordered another bottle of champagne. She asked him
if he liked what she was wearing, since he had not said he did. Alfonse was
quite sure that he had said he liked it very much, but reassured her again now.
She told him that she was not sure whether to wear a revealing top like this
one, and a longer skirt, or a plainer top and a very short skirt. Alfonse was
not sure why she could not wear both, since that would have been his ideal but as
she explained, that would have been unacceptably tarty; you have to leave
something to the imagination. She put her hands to the edge of the table in
front of her, clasped it and pushed her elbows together so that her breasts
rose against her bustier, and she squeezed her shoulders together to give a
fuller effect. She heard a choking effect from a man on the next table but they
both ignored it tactfully and a waiter came to the man’s rescue.

Besides, she advised now, there is a bit
of a breeze this evening, so I couldn’t wear a short skirt, in a case it blew
up when I went out. Alfonse had been struggling to maintain some kind of
composure throughout the meal and had left most of his because he could not
cope with eating when his hormones were going so crazy. The thought of her
skirt blowing up had reminded him of all the lingerie shots she had posted to
him that afternoon; some of them were of lingerie in shops, but she ha sent
others that afternoon, lower body shots of herself, her body smooth, tanned and
hairless, with only a line of lace or a strap of something satiny to interrupt
the perfect flow of skin. Would it be so awful if the wind took her, he asked?
After all she had so much lingerie that anything she wore would be a delight
for a passer by who happened to be there when the wind blew. He magnanimously
agreed that he would not begrudge his fellowman such a view. Ellie agreed but
she leant forward now, lowering her body across the table so that her voluptuous
breasts were all but spilling out, and keeping eye contact was an act of will
for Alfonse. The problem is I have too much now, she told him, and in the end
she just couldn’t decide on anything. She still could not decide when she was
leaving so she had to come out without any on underneath. Alfonse froze.

Ellie sat back and pushed her breasts
forward, and they rose up again against their captor. The man at the next table
started coughing again and his wife clutched her forehead and stood up to
leave. Alfonse noticed nothing of this.
 
He had his eyes closed and was concentrating on keeping some kind of
control. He thought of her back at home, leaning back on an upright chair, her
bustier slightly undone as she spilled out of it. He thought of her legs raised
and parted, her skirt pulled up high and the smooth uninterrupted skin of her
awaiting his touch, the lips of her mouth slightly parted, the lips of her sex
slightly parted by her fingers in anticipation of his tongue finding the warmth
of her juices as she welcomed his body so slowly to hers. This was what he
conjured up when he tried not to think about it, so he never really stood a
chance.

He felt her foot come up between his legs.
He asked her what she was doing. This was why she had wanted tablecloths, you
see, she told him, for the privacy they give out in the middle of this restaurant
with so many people looking on. He looked helpless. She told him that she had
stockings on; that he should not be worrying that she may be cold outside. He
reached under the table with one hand and felt the soft, sheer stocking, and
imagined where it rose to, and then the bare expanse of soft thigh above that,
that beautiful soft landscape that awaited him. He moved his hand away as he
had to focus. She moved her foot though; she had his tumid penis under her toes
and she pushed against it. At first it had been firm but as she offered
resistance to it she felt it grow harder and stronger. She was conscious of not
being seen to move her foot, but the only people who may have seen that were
the people who had just left the next table. Alfonse was gasping, his lips
parted, he was trying to tell her to stop but the pleasure was so great he was
almost powerless.

“Listen to me”, she said, stopping a
moment. “That night when you walked out on me in the bar, three weeks ago, that
was bad, that was very bad”.

Alfonse looked confused, helpless. The
pressure was growing now even though she had moved her foot, or maybe because
of that. The rhythm was broken and he needed it back, he just needed the relief
and then he could hear her again, engage with her and understand what she
wanted. She pushed again, kneading his hard extended penis against his leg.
When she rubbed her foot against it, it was a relief and whenever she stopped
he was frantic. It was a shame, Ellie thought, as she used the sole of her foot
to roll it against his leg, and she wondered if she should have got one more
use out of him; one more night of pushing down on that thing, one more night of
his rampaging sexuality. She could still change her mind, but that was why she
had needed the special shower earlier on, so she would not weaken now.
 
She was turned on though, and she could
feel her legs starting to tremble. She felt the weakness between her own legs
and knew she would have to leave soon. Alfonse seemed to have given up any
attempt to hide his pleasure from anyone else in the restaurant, and was sat
with his eyes closed, his mouth rounded into an expression of ecstasy. His face
was very flushed.

She stopped again. “Anyway”, she said, “it
was very bad what you did, and I decided to make it up to you. But you got off
lightly because I need to go and find someone, a man I know, more of a man than
you will ever be, who would never walk out on me like you did. You won’t see me
again.”

She resumed the kneading motion again.
Alfonse looked bewildered. He was too absorbed to stop himself, too confused to
know what she meant. Was this a joke? What man? What was going on?

Ellie saw as the wine waiter approached
with the bottle of champagne. He tried to show it to Alfonse but his face was
frozen into a contortion between ecstasy and horror, and he was fixed on Ellie.
She in turn was now vigorously alternating between intense foot rubbing of his
almost bursting penis, and withdrawing the pleasure for moments at a time to
increase the intensity. The waiter showed her the label, and she nodded without
paying much attention.

“I thought we would have one more glass of
bubbly”, she said.

As the waiter worked out the cork she gave
one more intense rub with her foot, then she sat up straight, pulled her
bustier down just slightly, to reveal enough of her cleavage to allow him,
momentarily, the scantest sight of the top of one pink nipple. She threw her
head back, just as she knew he liked to watch her do when she was straddling
him, and grabbing the arms of her chair she raised herself up very slightly as
she did it. Then she looked him directly in the eye. As the cork exploded he
let out a momentous grunt, and his eyes flew up as his body trembled.

The waiter looked horrified at him.
 
Ellie stood up to go. A waiter helped
with her chair. Everybody else was still staring at Alfonse.
 

“Sadly, I have a plane to catch, she said,
but I hope you will enjoy the champagne, it’s the most expensive one they
have”.

Five

Once she had got home and had another
power shower, Ellie felt quite relieved and able to get on. Alfonse may be
feeling more than usually diminished and she couldn’t help laughing inside at
the thought of him sat there unable to move. He was confronted with the most
expensive champagne he had ever paid for but would be unable to drink it, or
would have to drink it alone before he was confronted with a huge bill, and
banished forever from the restaurant.
 
She had not wanted her last memory of him to be the memory of her
humiliation at his hands, that time he had shouted at her and left her alone in
the bar. Now her enduring image of Alfonse would be of him sat in the middle of
an expensive restaurant on his own, having ejaculated into his own trousers in
plain sight of all onlookers, and faced with a huge bill, which he had only been
content to pay when he thought he was getting something out of it. Alfonse
could repent at his leisure, he would get over it eventually, he was too thick
skinned not to, and of the two possible parting images of him this was
certainly the one that Ellie favoured, but having corrected the situation she
was able to put it out of her mind much more quickly then if she had not, and
did not think much about it from then on.