WARNING: English is NOT my first language – I have learned it in school and practiced it a lot in trading, but this is (even though pornographic) supposed to be literature.
So please bear with me, or, if not, just read something else.
I also need to mention that the story is true, depicting my personal memory.
All the names and/or places may have been changed, due to privacy reasons.
God, it's so hot!
The sun is practically burning!
The terrace is full, and I'm thirsty. I really am!
I look around, absolutely no empty tables, except for a chair at a table for four, where there are sitting three persons. A he and a she, in their early fifties, and a she, in her very early twenties, probably their daughter...
Honestly, I'm not the kind of guy to get with my boots full of mud into the privacy of a family, but I've already been standing at the entrance, for more than ten minutes, and I couldn't help but notice that they aren't really having a conversation over there...
Finally, what the heck!
It's a public place, and I'm thiiiiiiirsty!
Finally, I approach their table, salute them, and politely ask them if I can take a seat at their table...
The two old guys smile at me, and invite me to take a seat, while the young lady just takes care of the plate and the food she's serving...
I thank them and take a seat.
Like it so usually happens, especially when you feel an urge, the bloody cold bear appears on my table after more than ten minutes...
I'm careful enough to ask for another one...
When the next beer appears on my table, the waiter also brings a bill, and leaves it in front of the guy.
After five minutes, he's back, gets the money and the tip, thanks them, and leaves.
The guy stands up, helps his wife to do the same, then they say good bye, and leave...
I say good bye, and, to my surprise, the one that I've thought that she was their daughter says good bye too!
I look at her, more attentive this time.
She's blond, blue eyes, beautiful face, a very refined texture of skin, with no makeup, a nice pair of boobs, with the nipples protruding through her white teeshirt – it's clear that she's not wearing a bra, but, please believe me, she doesn't need to – the rest is hidden by the table and by the table cloth...
She's finished eating, and now she's taking care of her beer, also lighting a cigarette.
I haven't ordered anything to eat, since, in this heat, I can do anything but grab something to eat...
After another five minutes, or so, I gather enough courage to try to start a conversation.
"Please excuse me, but I've thought that the lady and the gentleman that just left were... your parents"...
The young lady looks at me, clearly understanding that I've been talking to her, then she explains to me, in French, that she... doesn't speak Romanian.
Gosh! Great! It so happens that I do speak, beside my native Romanian, English, French, Italian, and even a very little of Arabic.
So, I just start laughing, explaining, this time in French, what I've been thinking about the connection between her and the two folks...
The girl is clearly surprised by the quality of my French, and, when I explain to her that I also speak English and so on, she asks me to speak with her in English, since that is the only foreign language that she knows, and she would love to have some more training at it...
Gosh! English, spoken with French accent! Great! Sweet! Silly!...
When I see the waiter, I order another two fresh beers, and then I start telling Hortensia, since this is her name, how, while being in high school, we, the pupils, were complaining that we couldn't learn the French way and accent, since our main foreign language that we've learned, was English...
I simply explain how our teacher, a very well known Don Juan, has spoken to us in a bewildering English, impeccable, for about ten minutes, and how, afterwards, I have sworn to God that I shall do whatever it takes to make myself speak French as it should be really spoken, with accents and everything...
Maybe I was born to be a teacher, or, maybe, I'm just crazy, but I start and keep correcting poor Hortensia at every phrase that she dares to speak in English...
To my surprise, she isn't bothered, but, on the contrary, when I excuse myself for being such a jerk, she just thanks me and encourages me to keep on doing it...
She's graduated her sociology studies, she's a member of The French Communist Party, or something, and she has come to Romania to do I don't know what studies, in the core of communism...
Her guide, a young student, has had to go and see after her dieing grand mother, so that, at least for today, she is alone – actually, she's said lonely, so that I've had to explain to her the difference between alone and lonely...
She bursts into laughter, then tells me, in French this time, looking straight into my eyes, that, in fact, without intending, she's told me the truth...
She really feels lonely!
She has arrived, ten days ago, at the Bucharest airport, and, ever since, she's only has had official meetings, accompanied by her guide, with people who are much more attentive to what they shouldn't say...
It's the era of Ceausescu,and people are being... careful...
I do realize that, in fact, she's surely being supervised, but, since I've already crossed the line, and my father is who he is, I consider that I shouldn't care...
Finally, the girl comes from I don't know what shit of a communist organization, so... what the heck?!?
I simply ask her if her guide has taken her time to show her the beautiful park that we do have here, but she tells me that, except from the few streets in the neighborhood of the hotel where she's living, she hasn't seen shit...
We ask for the bills, pay, and get away from the terrace, in the heat of the street, with the asphalt melting around our feet...
I cannot tell why, but, a minute after we get out from the terrace, it so "happens" that an empty taxi is approaching...
I'm not stupid, but, also, not afraid, so that I wave with my hand, and the taxi stops.
I say hi to the driver, who looks anything but a taxi driver, and ask him to take us at the park...
Reaching there, I take Hortensia by her hand – she doesn't protest – and lead her to the rowing boats.
I start rowing, and, after reaching at the middle of the lake, I ask her if she is aware that she is being watched, step by step...
She looks at me, bursts into a laughter, then asks me:
"What? Do you mean that you aren't in the bunch of the guys that are following me?!?"
She then explains that she's been told by her guide that, in no time, someone else will come and take care of her...
Gosh! I can realize now that she has completely misinterpreted my presence...
I give her a hint about who my father is, then let her know that, this time, she sees a guy with no mission...
She surely doesn't believe me, but... what else can I say?...
Actually, I feel that things are too complicated, so that I decide to get back to the shore, and lead Hortensia back to her hotel, and... bye, bye...
She suddenly stands up, takes off her teeshirt and her skirt, remaining only in a pair of panties, and,,, out she is, jumping into the water of the lake...
Gosh! In this place, swimming is forbidden!
Shit, shit, shit!...
I'm explaining to her, but she laughs, telling me that she's expecting the authorities to come and arrest her...
Shit!
I'm absolutely sure that we are being watched from the shore, from, probably some other boats on the lake, and so on...
Shit! But... now I'm in it!...
She keeps on telling me how cool and good the water is being...
Well, if this is the French communist attitude, then... I like it!
Finally, after more than twenty minutes of tormenting my mind, feelings, fears, and so on, Hortensia decides to get back on the boat...
She asks me, in a mixed English and French, since she doesn't know how to say island in English, to take her to the island in the middle of the lake...
We reach there, and she lays on her back on some grass, from where a water snake leaves in a hurry...
She's not afraid of snakes...
Suddenly, she takes off her panties, putting them on a branch of a tree, to get dry...
Now, look at me – a guy in a pair of jeans and a short sleeved shirt, standing, like a stupid monument, beside a completely naked girl...
I get closer to her, intending to say... I really don't know what...
She grabs me by the belt of my jeans, unbuckles it, then encourages me to take off my trousers and shorts, and... here I am, with my throbbing dick deeply impaled in her mouth...
Gosh! How she's sucking me!
Her hair is filling my fists, while I keep on making her take more, and more dick inside her mouth...
She's a real champ! She keeps on sucking, licking, engorging, without gagging, only with enthusiasm...
We are surrounded by trees and bushes, so that I hope that nobody can see what we are being doing over here...
Looking around, the natural environment gives me a kick to fuck...
I take away my dick from her mouth, and ask her:
"Honey, will you let me fuck you?"
She jumps at me, making me lay on my back, and, in a second, she's riding me, telling me some words in a French that I really do not understand...
