"Gosh. You are a a full grown woman now. People will get funny ideas, like I am some old, lecherous guy preying on some young, sweet, pretty black woman. Lets get a bite..."
He led her by the hand and to the dining room, for breakfast. He ordered for her. Trish saw happiness, love and affection in his eyes. The same she had seen on the few occasions she had visited him. It was confusing for her. She had a feeling her dad loved her when he saw her, and forgot about her when he didn't. Out of sight, out of mind. joined her for breakfast. They hadn't seen each other for four years.
"Wow! You are now a big woman!" he said. "A big, pretty woman."
"Thanks dad. You are looking good. I hear you are a politician now."
"I talked to your mom, or rather, she shouted at me. But we came to an agreement. I will pay an apartment for you, and your tuition, I will give you a generous monthly allowance, and you can study anything you want."
"I want to meet my family."
"Eh, that is not so easy. You can have anything else, but have to keep away from my family."
"And what am I? A dog?" Trish burst out emotionally.
"No. You don't understand. My wife would not be able to deal with this. And I am involved in an election. Something like this could really hurt me."
"Dad, I want to spend some time with you, get to know you. And I wanna meet my sisters and brothers. I will go and introduce myself, if you wont take me," Trish said defiantly.
"Tut tut. Patricia! I flew you all the way here from your impoverished, war torn country to give you a chance in life. Now don't bite the hand that feeds you like an ungrateful dog! All right!" Rudiger sneered, his voice and eyes going hard.
Trish broke into a loud wail and started sobbing heavily. The other diners turned to look at them. Rudiger was very uncomfortable. He took her hand in both of his.
"Come on Trish. Calm down honey. Papa is under a lot of stress right now. We will sort everything out once the election is over, I promise. OK honey!"
Rudiger tasked Harald with enrolling Trish in a language school and getting her a place to stay in a student's hostel. He also took her to a driving school. Though she had a licence, she would have to do two months and pass a driving test before she could drive in Germany.
Trish threw herself into the language course, polishing up her German for her mom had always sent her to German classes back home, insisting she learn the language of her dad. Trish was now glad.
Trish called home often, and talked for hours with Dez and her mom and siblings. Rudiger called often, but she rarely saw him. She saw him on TV and in the press quite often, for he was involved in a campaign for a senate seat. He gave her a generous allowance and she could shop and eat out regularly, something she had nothing against.
Trish's first impressions of Germany were very favorable. She couldn't believe how affluent the European country was. The streets were filled with new cars and people in fashionable, nice clothes. Anything you wanted, you could buy. People without jobs even got money from the state. The public transportation was punctual and efficient.
The only thing she hated was the cloudy, wet weather in Hamburg, for it was a cloudy, rainy and a bone chilling winter.
Chapter 2
Trish spent a lot of time with Harald for he dropped by regularly. He showed her around, took her to diner or the movies and helped her get stuff. She could see that the tall, handsome, young, blond, well groomed German was besotted with her. She found him attractive too, for she liked tall, athletic men. And he was nice and polite, if a bit humourless and reserved. She had never been with a white guy, so she found attractive in an exotic way. She would catch him gazing at her with fascination and lust. However, he seemed shy and reserved. He never shot game at her, unlike the African, Arab, Asian and Latino guys from her language school, who were always trying to hook up with her and seduce her and fuck her at the first chance if she would have let them. Trish always enjoyed flirting with them but never let them have it, for she was only thinking of her man, Dez.
After she had been in Germany for nearly four weeks, she received a call from Dez. The war was nearing the capital city, but he was still safe. Though he was worried, for several members of his family were in the fighting. Trish was very worried about him travelling through several unknown countries to reach Libya, where he would try and cross to Italy. But he was feeling adventurous, and looking forward to visiting all the African countries on the way.
Trish was feeling lonely and horny. She dirty talked him for a while, then he handed her to Paida. Trish spoke happily with her friend and dirty talked her too, asking her how the pussy was. Paida told her gaping and sore, for she and Dez had been fucking. Trish didn't mind, for she and Dez had fucked with Paida quite often. But now she felt envious and left out, all alone and feeling so horny, in Europe, while her boyfriend and her girlfriend, fucking their brains out, and here she was, 8000 kilometres away, lonely, and horny, without anybody to hug, hold, kiss or fuck.
After she hung up, Trish decided to get a white dick. She had always been curious anyway. She called up Harald and asked him if he wanted to take her out and show her some discos. Harald was twenty five and lived with his single mom. He was having supper with her when she called. He sounded very excited and said he would pick her up at ten.
Trish showered, shaved her armpits and pussy, put on a skimpy, lace thong and matching bra, and slid into a cream, armless top with a dropping colour, that draped sexily over her breasts, exposing their sides, and revealing a strip of her belly, all the way down to her navel. She put on a knee length, tight black skirt, black mid thigh stockings and high heeled shoes. She combed her long, curly hair, put lavender gloss on her full lips and made her face up lightly. she dabbed some perfume between her breast and the nape of her neck.
She drank a couple of glasses of wine to calm her nerves for she was excited. She wanted to fuck that night. Harald arrived, dressed in a long coat, short blond hair combed slickly. She could tell that he had gone to lengths to look good, for he looked dashing, almost like Brad Pitt, whom she had always liked. He gazed at her with admiration and open lust. She welcomed him with a soft hug and a kiss on the lips. He almost jumped with nervousness. He was jittery. She handed him her fur coat, and he looked kind of confused. She told him to hold it up and he did it like he had never done that before. She slipped into the elegant, warm, ankle length fur coat her dad had bought her.
Harald took her to the Reeperbahn. Trish took his arm and leaned into him as they walked down the street, which was teeming with revellers. Trish started giggling. There were several sex shops on the street. The windows were filled with dildos, naughty under wear, dolls and covers of hard core porn DVDs and rags. Trish blushed, but the people were just walking by or stopping and looking like it was nothing. Trish wondered if these people had no shame at all, or if they were sex maniacs.
Harald took her into several pubs for drinks. Trish tried out several cocktails but he stuck to beer. He seemed too nervous to talk much but Trish was a chatterbox anyway, so she kept bubbling away as she knocked back the cocktails. Then she told him she wanted to dance.
They hit a disco which he said was in. They saw black men being taken out of the queue and Harald said they were drug dealers. The ultra modernistic Disco played Hip Hop music and was filled with young people, dressed in the latest styles and fashion. When he took off his coat, she saw that Harald was wearing a dark, silk shirt that stuck to his well defined chest and torso and made him look good. Trish felt the shivers. She removed her coat and saw him gasp as he gazed at her with desire. The excited young woman now became very horny. got drinks and perched on high bar stools, at a small table, before the dance floor.
She pushed her breasts out and gave him her dirtiest come on smile. She saw him gazing with fires in his eyes. However, despite the smoke signals, he didn't respond. Trish was used to the guys back home who took the initiative, but she realized after a while that if she just sat back, she would wait for a train that never came. She therefore took matters into her own hands. As they sat in the next pub, she sat very close to him and started to flirt openly with him. Harald blushed and started averting his eyes. She moved very close to him and pushed her soft breast into his arm and started stroking the back of his hand, whispering softly into his ear how happy she was to be there with him. He shivered and his face became red.
