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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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‘Am I doing something wrong?’ I asked.
‘No,’ said Liz,’but if you don’t stop I’m going to pee. I should have gone before we left the pub.’
She stood up and said: ‘Come on, we’ll have to go home.’
‘OK’, I said somewhat dejectedly.
We set off across the field. After a short distance Liz said; ‘It’s no good, I’m bursting!’
‘You’re not to look, watch for any people’, she said as she hitched up her dress, took down her pants and squatted.
But I couldn’t resist peeping. She squatted low with her legs wide apart. I could see the triangle of her gingery pubes and her pink pussy lips. She began to pee with a loud hiss.
‘You dirty bugger’, she said, ‘You’re supposed to be keeping nicks!’
I was mesmerised - I watched the jet of pee hitting the grass and dry earth, then run away in little rivulets. After a short while the flow subsided to a trickle, then a few drops. She gave a kind of shiver, then shook her arse and stood up, hitching up her panties as she did.
‘I needed that’, Liz giggled, ‘You weren’t a very good lookout!’
‘I’m sorry, I was distracted’, I replied with a big grin across my face.
‘Come on!’ she shouted and raced through the grass to the next gate. This took us onto the lane that led to her home. We walked to her home and, if I remember correctly, carried on with our fumblings in her bedroom.
I went out with Liz for a couple of months, but we drifted apart when we went off to different universities. I have seen her a few times in the years since and she’s still a lovely, attractive woman. She still seems to be a bit of a free spirit. I’m sure he doesn’t realise the impact she had on me at what was an impressionable stage in my developing sexuality.
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