Roundtrip(18+) On behalf of Hunter Green

10

I decided to take her to my father’s restaurant.
I looked at Tris. She's so weird. She looks out the window, looks out at the street and smiles.
--- What? --- I asked.
--- What? --- she looked at me.
--- I'm talking about the window. You look like that.
--- Simply, I have never been here.
--- And how did you go to university?
--- My father drove me. We did not drive through the city, but cut off along the district. So more economical.
--- What? --- I laughed .-- More economical? How much? By fifty bucks?
--- Well, maybe fifty.
She frowned.
--- We are not rich like you. The father has to work for days to pay twenty percent of his studies.
--- Why twenty?
--- I'm not from a complete family, so I have privileges.
It just amazes me. It can be seen from it that it saves on clothes.
I stopped the car and we got out.
She continued to look at everything around her.
---Let's go to.
I led her into a large hall.
And she abruptly went behind me.
--- What are you doing? --- I asked.
“I'm shy.” She replied in a whisper.
--- What? Who?
--- Everyone here is so beautiful, but I'm not very dressed.
--- Come on, Triss.
Well, in this she is right, but you can’t tell her this. I think that she’s offended.
I just took her by the elbow and put her at the table. The waiter gave us a menu.
--- Choose what you love .--- I said.
She closed the menu and laid it on the table.
--- Already chosen?
Tris leaned toward me and whispered.
--- I do not know any of this.
I should have anticipated this. Then I snapped my fingers and the waiter approached us.
--- Us as usual.
He nodded and left.
I turned to Tris.
--- So what is there?
---Where?
--- You talked about benefits and not a complete family.
To be honest, this does not interest me. But I need to have some kind of conversation.
--- Ah, you mean it. Well, I don’t have a mom. No, more precisely, she is, she just doesn’t live with us. She left her father when I was one year old. She went to a rich man ...so the father told .... And then he got angry at her, and stripped me of all rights.
I silently listened to her and looked around. I hope that there are no friends now. I would not like to see me at breakfast with her.
I never went out with anyone, let alone have breakfast.
usually they were whores with whom I slept and never met again.
And then ......... Tris ....
--- Now it's your turn .--- she interrupted my thoughts.
--- What are you talking about? --- I did not understand what she was talking about.
--- Tell about yourself, about the family.
Hmm ... come up with.
--- No, no. I do not play these games.
I raised my hands.
---Well....
--- I said .--- I snapped. Why is she asking about this?
---Good.
Suddenly I felt her push my leg under the table.
I looked sharply at her.
---What are you doing?
--- What are you talking about? --- she pretended not to understand me. And she pushed again. What is she doing?
--- I'm talking about it.
I showed my hand under the table.
--- I don't understand you .-- and pushed me again.
This is she in vain.
--- Tris, stop .--- I whispered.
"Hunter, what's wrong with you? What are you talking about?"
She smiled and pushed me again. She is indeed strange.
I smiled to myself.
--- You play with fire.
She smiled at me.
Then she got up from the table.
--- I need to go to the restroom.
So what does it mean? She wants to play? There will be a game for her.
I got up from the table and headed towards the restroom. Not only men’s, but women’s.
As soon as she opened the booth, I immediately ran into her from behind.
She did not have time to say anything, as I pressed my lips against her.
I don’t know why, but now I want her right here and now.
I really want to.
I pulled up her dress and lowered her panties.
--- I told you that you play with fire.
I smiled maliciously.
She moaned and I touched my clit with her fingers. She moaned again.
it’s impossible to resist such sweet moans. She has such a thin voice when she moans.
From this I have a feeling that I can finish right in my underpants.
Then I knelt down and began to tongue her pussy licking lips pulling the clitoris. She tried to moan a little quieter, but she did not succeed.
I want to insert my penis into it, but I decide to bring it to orgasm with my lips.
Then I stick my tongue into her vagina.
She moaned louder and louder, barely holding her hands on the wall of the cabin.
I caressed her and I liked the way she reacts. How she behaves with me.
then I went into it with my fingers and sucked the clitoris with my lips.
She shouted at my touch.
My dick rested on my pants.
--- Yes, Tris, yes.
I whispered. How I want her to end from my touches.
And not a lot, and she poured out.
I let her catch her breath, then she put on her panties and lowered her dress. I bent and kissed her on the lips. Then I turned to go out. Tris grabbed my hand. I turned around. She silently pulled me to her. Then she unfastened my belt.
What is she doing?we looked into each other's eyes. Then she unfastened her fly and I inhaled.
Is she going to give me a blow job? Isn't she as modest as she seems?
As soon as she touched my underpants, someone knocked on the door.
---What are you doing there?
we looked at each other, I quickly fastened my pants and we looked out of the booth. An old woman was looking at us.
--- Oh Lord. Protection.
She started screaming. We quickly ran out of the toilet and ran into the hall. Then we stopped abruptly so as not to attract attention and walked slowly.
this screaming grandmother ran behind us and continued to scream.
--- Guard, stop these perverts. They are there ..... such .....
The guard began to walk in our direction and we abruptly ran to the exit.
They quickly got into the car and I gave the gas.
That bitch is old. But Tris almost sucked me.
We laughed all the way.
this is the first time I’ve ever had. I’ve never run away from a restaurant from an old loud grandmother who prevented us from having oral sex.
I laughed, unable to stop. It seems that the last time I laughed so much when I was a child.
But this situation is really rush.
driving off a bit, I stopped the car and we got out, continuing to laugh.
--- Now you are unlikely to be able to go into that cafe .- Tris said through laughter.
But this is unlikely.
--- This is my father's restaurant.
--- What? --- she didn’t calm down much.
--- He is the owner of a restaurant and not only that. His restaurants are in every country.
---Wow.
I went to the curb and sat down.
--- When I was little, this bastard took me to all open, to every country.
--- You call your father ......
--- Yes, Tris. Believe me, I have every right to do so.
I would call it much worse, but Tris should not know about it.
No one should know about this.
---What happened?
--- He left me when I needed him. Not just left, but for the sake of another slut. Can you imagine?
From the memories I began to get angry. I can’t recall it.
--- Hunter, I'm really sorry.
I jumped up and started yelling at her.
Who does she think she is? A psychologist? what the hell is bothering with these moronic questions?
--- Don't you dare to feel sorry for me. Do you understand?
I screamed louder and Tris jerked. It seems I scared her.
--- This vile bastard left me, and that's enough.
She came up to me and hugged. She's definitely not normal. She should run away from me, and instead hugs.
I stood rooted to the spot.
I never hugged the girls, never took their hand. And I don’t have any idea how to react to her arms now.
--- Tris, what are you doing?
From her touch, I got a member.
---Hug you.
---I am not talking about that.
I pointed at my pants.
She looked into my eyes and I smiled.
---Do not worry.
She looked around.
“Come on.” She said.
---Where?
--- We never had breakfast.
Indeed, in the restaurant we did not wait for food.
She went ahead, and I followed her.
I wonder where is she?
And then I see ..... Oh shit .......