The lady who wanted to be peed on - Sex Stories

The lady who wanted to be peed on

... the flies of my pants and move my hands to the zipper. What is she thinking now? A few seconds ago she laughed and had fun with her friends. Soon she will find herself in a situation where a strange man is peeing in front of her. This must be an exciting moment for her! I open my zipper. My penis appears. She can see it from her position next to me. A jet of pee shoots out of my cock into the bush in front of me. At this moment, I shift my gaze from my cock towards her, expecting to see a smile on her face. She stands in the same place but is about to turn her face away from me. I am amazed -- didn't she want to see me pee? Suddenly I get an impulse. Quickly, I turn the pee stream towards her. There is a rustling sound as the pee stream sweeps over some leaves, and there some pee drops fly past her throat. It is uncertain whether the pee stream has hit her. Now I aim at her ankle. The lowest part of her dress moves, so the pee stream has probably hit it. I swing my pee stream upwards, towards her shoulder. Now she has undoubtedly been hit. However, it is unclear whether she has sensed something because her dress is long and has 3/4 sleeves, so maybe no pee drops have landed on her skin. However, then she starts giggling, so I assume that she has noticed that I have peed on her. She begins to move slowly away from me while she with a gesture with her hand suggests that I follow. I stop peeing, stick my dick into my pants, and follow her like an obedient dog. She walks in ...

... the direction of a passage between the short side of the barn and the rocky knoll. I start thinking about her friends. What are they doing now? Do they look at us? What do they think? A glance at the thick, tall bushes along the lane tells me nothing -- her friends are not in view. Have they gone? "No, they are probably looking at us from behind the bushes," I think, "That's why she leads me to behind the barn where we can be more private!" We enter the passage, and she stops. I look around. A kind of roof, maybe a barn bridge covers us. The ground is rocky. The air is raw. She puts her handbag down and lifts her skirt. A pair of white silk panties with lace edges appears. It more highlights than hides her heart-shaped and plump butt. She lifts her skirt halfway up her back. A naked part of her back is visible above her panties. I quickly take my penis out of my pants and point it at the small of her back. The pee stream hits. Pee squirts out to the sides, and there is a splashing sound. I lower the pee stream and aim at the middle of her panties. There is no pee running down her knickers, so the pee stream probably passes through the fabric. She gives a start. Does the pee hit her butt crack, and does it flow down the crack towards her pussy? I get the urge to go over to her, stick my penis against her panties right in front of the crack between those voluptuous buttocks of hers and pump pee through the knickers. I decide to do it and stop peeing, but then she takes the ...