A Strange Encounter - Sex Stories

A Strange Encounter

... that moment the headline band began their set so the line of peeing men thinned then disappeared as they hurried back to the field. In the blink of an eye I found myself practically alone with no-one looking my way. Finally, I could pee and still retain a degree of dignity. Greatly relieved I headed towards the hedge. Ok, that would do. Standing in the shadow of the hedgerow, I lifted my skirt, pushed my thong to one side and opened my legs. It was time to release the floodgates and end the discomfort. My bladder, however, had other ideas. The muscles, having been clamped shut for hours, refused to relax. I pushed down on them but try as I might nothing happened. I was painfully aware of how exposed I was peeing in a field and I was still on edge after my encounter with Tim. Those two factors, along with my over-tightened muscles, conspired against me to prevent release. It simply wouldn’t happen. “Oh come on, come on, relax…” I told myself. Closing my eyes I concentrated. It was coming, I could feel it. “Oh yes, yes…” The first tiny drop of warm liquid squeezed out. “Oh, yes…” “Have you ever tired finger fucking whilst you pee?” “SHIT!” I nearly jumped out of my skin! Who said that? I spun around to find myself face to face with a woman, a stranger. My poor bladder clamped shut again sending a searing pain tearing through my groin. “Where did you spring from?” I winced as I hastily pulled my skirt down. “No-where. Well? Have you tried it?” she asked in a soft voice that was ...

... totally calm and oddly seductive. “Tried what?” “Stroking your clit whilst you pee of course,” she smiled. I didn’t answer. In my embarrassment I merely shrugged. The woman laughed. “Sorry, did I startle you?” “No, well, yes, urm, I didn’t see you that’s all.” “Don’t mind me, you go ahead and pee,” she cooed. “I’m going to. I’m desperate. You don’t mind if I get myself off at the same time do you? You know, have a little play? I always do if I get the chance.” I shook my head nervously. Was she serious? A man had just masturbated then pissed on me now this woman going to have a go too ? Really? Did I have “please wank on me” tattooed on my forehead or something? Giving me what I can only describe as a truly radiant smile the woman proceeded to wriggle out of her pretty lacy panties as if doing so were the most natural thing in the world. She stepped gracefully out of them and tucked them neatly under the bra strap peeping out from beneath her skimpy top. “Oh I do love doing this outdoors,” she breathed, “it makes me feel so naughty .” She winked at me then hitched up her skirt to expose her rounded backside and smooth shaved pussy. “Ummm, sure you don’t mind?” I made no response, I just stared, my eyes drinking her in. She was about my age, my stature and her chestnut hair was tousled in a most carefree way. Her figure was stunning, all curves and soft lines with richly tanned skin and her eyes were captivating, the deepest green with a bewitchingly devious glint. And there ...