Highschool Fieldtrip Lunch

[Bill Thane 365]

"Wendy's? Lame. Anyone wanna come with me over to A&W?"

My friend Andrew had already begun walking off towards the restaurant as he called back the invitation, so I just started to walk with him. Glancing back, I noticed one student who hadn't gone with the rest of the band to Wendy's, and was looking at Andrew and I, her brows slightly furrowed. "Hey, Emily, you coming?" I asked. She smiled and nodded, running briefly to catch up to us. Both Emily and I were trumpet players, while Andrew played some saxophone variant. We'd just performed in our highschool band for a local festival, and this lunch stop was a nice reprieve before returning to school.

Entering the A&W, we lined up to give our orders. Standing behind Emily, I couldn't help but admire her figure as we waited. A slim girl, she nevertheless had a pleasantly round ass trapped in her tight jeans. Her shoulder length obsidian hair hung straight down, long bangs slightly shading her eyes. She'd always been one of the more attractive women in the band, but with all the flute and clarinet players out of the picture I found myself appreciating her even more.

"Hello? Sir? Ready to order?" I jerked my head up, focusing my eyes on the cashier asking the question. "Uh, yeah, yeah thanks. Just the single bacon cheeseburger combo, rootbeer to drink, thanks." Having been snapped out of my thoughts, my voice was rough and my cheeks flushed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Emily looking at me with a hint of a smirk crossing her lips - had I been that obvious? Nah, she was probably just laughing at how unobservant I was.

In any case, nothing was said of it. Collecting our food, we went to find a table, sliding into a booth on the other side of a half-wall, shielding us from view of the cashiers as we sat. Andrew sat next to me, facing Emily. No one else was in our part of the restaurant, giving us perfect freedom to discuss all the goofy and vulgar rubbish highschool kids are wont to. 

"Hang on, I gotta hit the restroom," Andrew said as we approached the end of our meal. Leaving Emily and I alone, he wandered off to find the toilets. As he disappeared from sight, Emily looked up at me through the dark veil of her bangs. "You know, I kind of need to piss too," she said. Her questioning voice was innocent, sweet even, but a mischievous grin tugged at her lips as she continued, "I don't want to wait for Andrew, mind if I just go now?"

I don't recall what I said in response, but Emily just smiled. As she pushed herself forward in her seat I could see her elbows press against her body as she hunched over, fiddling with her belt, but the table blocked my view of her lower body. Looking up at me, and perhaps noticing my unwavering attention, she laughed. "Look under the table, I don't mind."

I wasted no time, leaning to the side to peer below the table. Emily's jeans were pulled down halfway to her knees, exposing the smooth pale skin of her thighs, currently pressed together. A hand reached down between them, delicate fingers sinking out of sight while her palm lay against her stomach. Suddenly her knees parted, for the first time giving me a look at what lay past them. Dark trimmed hairs carpeted her womanhood, her fingers holding them out of the way as she spread her slit open, revealing the gentle folds of her pussy. Within seconds of having spread her legs, Emily began to relieve herself.

The quiet hiss of her stream was swiftly eclipsed by the pattering of her piss striking the tile floor, an uncontrolled spray erupting from between her fingers and falling to the ground. Just as the deluge seemed to be reaching it's end Emily sighed with relief and the torrent was renewed, briefly jetting out with enough force to splatter against my ankles. She laughed as I felt the warmth of her urine reach my skin - had she done that on purpose? Finally her bladder emptied the last of its contents, the last drips catching in her hairs and running down her fingers. Emily's hand dropped down to press her palm against her pussy, giving it a vigorous rub to dry things off, and perhaps a little more. Pulling up her pants, she glanced down to survey her handiwork - a puddle spanned from under both her feet to under mine, still expanding slowly as it cooled. 

Sitting up again, I met eyes with Emily, her face pink but not ashamed. "God, I needed that so bad. Pity the toilets were busy..."

The twinkle in her eyes and slight smirk told a different story than her words, however. Reaching across the table for my drink, she grabbed a handful of ice. "Anyways, guess I should go tell the staff about spilling my drink," she said, tossing the ice under the table. We both laughed, standing up just as Andrew arrived back. 

"Alright Andrew, we're all set to go. Great idea coming here, we should do this more often," I said, catching Emily's eye as I did. We should do this more often indeed...

[Lutab 1,052]

I hope they get up to more naughty fun 🙂