Author's Note: Nothing in this story should be taken as encouraging or condoning the sort of activities described therein. It is a story, for the enjoyment of those who enjoy reading about such things

First Published on this site: 13 June 2016

Sunday in the Park
by Lewis

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Story Code: gg, ped, ws, Msolo voy

I know it had happened again...

Woke up with the biggest erection I am capable of, nothing too spectacular but strong enough to give me pleasure. My ex-wife used to complain about it being too small to touch the sides but I always contend that her vagina was too slack to get full benefit from my endowment. After all when I look in the mirror it seems perfectly adequate to me and it sure as hell works well. I have never had any problems getting an erection, in fact sometimes; it can be a bit of an embarrassment. Like that time in the shopping centre, but let's leave that until another time.

Why is it that men and women have differing opinions when it comes to penis size? Men always think size matters and are either convinced that theirs doesn't measure up or suffer from delusions of grandeur thinking they are hung like a horse. Women, however, say that size is not important and as long as the man knows how to use it that is what counts. Great theory and that works when a relationship is new but as time goes by I have found that women change their opinion and unless you have at least eight inches of hard, muscular, heavily veined meat then forget it. That description is alien to me, I have never been able to produce more than six inches, alright so it gets very hard and the venous issue is not a problem but length and circumference have always let me down.

Actually it's probably just me this happens to and maybe that is why I have given up on permanent relationships with women of my age or is it that they have given up on me. Either way I can cope with it. Masturbating fills a gap and as long as the brain is active and imagination flourishes actually not being able to get it on with a real woman isn't that important.... Deluded or what? If I am not careful there will be a very expensive order winging its way to Orlando Florida for one of those real life sex dolls you find on the internet.

Anyway as I was saying, woke up with a hard on spent a couple of minutes thinking about my little Amy and WHAM!!! The usual cum explosion happened. It doesn't take much these days especially when Amy is in my mind's eye.

So, got up, went and had a shower and got dressed in something casual but smart enough to go out in public later. Had to change the sheets of course and stick them in the washer. I have a tremendously high water and detergent bill these days. I leave it to you fertile imagination to figure out why. I made the bed and settled down to have some lunch. Fortunately I had a few things in the freezer I had prepared earlier in the week. Not your average useless male, I can cook. Actually I like a bit of knitting and embroidery as well but that's just my feminine side running riot.

Sunday afternoon, sun's shining outside for once. Not something that happens a lot round here so better take advantage of it. The question is where to go and what to do. There is obviously lots of choice in places to visit in a village as large as Penstone. I could go to the local shop, it seems to be always open but hardly the most exhilarating experience. I could get a train into Woolchester, the shops in Princesshay are open until late afternoon but that seems a bit of a waste of the sunshine. I could go to a matinee showing at the Odeon cinema but that is even more of a waste. Or, I suppose, just possibly, I could drive over to Badgery St John, go to the park and take in the beauty of the trees and the flowers. I could enjoy watching the people walking their dogs, the couples cuddling on the benches, everybody enjoying the summer sun. The pretty little girls in the bathing pool and playing on the lawns with their friends... The cuties in their bathing costumes and bikinis... The sexy little skirts and dresses and dainty limbs... The rippling laughter and giggles... The insistent chatter of their pretty voices rippling through the air is like music to the ears of a man with raging hormones and nowhere to expend them.

Yep, no contest, it has to be the Park.

I finish lunch, deal with the dishes, well put them in the washer, check that I look reasonably presentable and head off out into the heat of day. Unaccountably despite this morning's relief I am getting stirrings again. I make a quick dash upstairs to change out of my boxers and into the tight briefs which tend to keep me from embarrassing myself if things get too exciting. Put my trousers back on, fasten the belt, check again in the mirror, downstairs, shoes, car keys, phone, wallet and into the garage to fire up the MX5.

Yeah I know an MX5 is a hairdresser's car but it was the one thing apart from the house that I managed to salvage from my marriage and I haven't had the heart or the cash to change it yet. There goes the dreams of a silicone love lady then. If I can't afford to change the car then spending thousands on a silent bed mate is a non-starter.

The engine fires with a gentle throaty roar, not quite a Lamborghini but it will do. Roll the roof down and back out onto the driveway. The sun is high in the sky now and for the time of year it is pleasantly hot. I move out on to the road and turning left start my drive to the park.

As I move away from the house two girls from a few doors down are walking towards me on the pavement. Lucy is sixteen and she always wears denim shorts in the summer. Today she has teamed them with a red T-shirt and sandals. The T-shirt is too tight. Well no, it isn't too tight that's just me being a middle aged man with society's views of how a sixteen year old should dress. Actually it is perfect, but too tight for a sixteen year old, if the doomsayers are to be believed. As for the shorts, micro isn't the right word for them. Legs all the way from her ankles until forever. We all know what you find at forever... Like the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. Walking with her is Sarah a mousy little girl maybe fifteen years old, although it is so difficult to tell these days, with auburn hair down below her shoulders. Sarah doesn't go for the chavy shorts look she is more of a little lady. Today she is wearing a really pretty summer dress, cotton with cute little flowers on a white ground. Halter neck and just the lightest of shaping to the bodice which accentuates her small but somewhat cute breasts.

"Hi Lewis." from Sarah.

Lucy never speaks, she spends all her time with her iPhone to her ear chatting or texting with both hands while she walks. How she manages without crashing into street lamps and such I never understood.

"Well Hello Sarah" I reply as I bring the car to a stop alongside them.

"Where are you girls off to today?"

"Lucy wants to go the swimming pool at the Sports Centre so I said I would go along with her although I would much rather be out in the sun than inside, in that smelly old pool."

Lucy looks up from her phone throws me a weak smile and then buries herself back in her digital life. Well that is an improvement. She actually looked up.

Just for a fleeting second the thought crossed my mind that perhaps, just perhaps Sarah would like to come for a drive but then reality kicked in and I remembered that the last time I gave her a lift home her Dad, Jack Evans, was not pleased with me. I don't know whether he thinks I am some kind of pervert? After all it was raining and Sarah was getting soaked. But she did have on the thinnest of cotton blouses which showed her little lacy bra where the rain had soaked through the material and I, I... did think she looked absolutely stunning. But no, I am sure he couldn't possibly have thought anything bad after all I was just being a helpful neighbour.

It is strange though that every time he and I pass in the street he gives me that sort of knowing look which says in no uncertain terms. You go anywhere near my daughter and you are a dead man.

Sarah is a delightful girl but I convince myself that nothing is worth a risk like that.

"Guess you had better get off then Sarah, don't want to keep little Lucy waiting"

"Huh. What?" Lucy emerged from her stupor and spoke to me. Probably only the second or third time I had actually heard her voice. Surprisingly she had a sweet low soprano with the slightest hint of a Scottish accent. I had never thought about it before but with a surname like McGregor I guess she would have.

"Oh, Hi Mr. Adams, me and Sarah are going swimming"

I do wish these kids would concentrate more on grammar at school.

"O I know Lucy, Sarah just told me" I turned to look at Sarah who had the sweetest little smile running across her face.

"Have fun girls". My vivid imagination was starting to fill in pictures of what they would look like at the pool. Pictures which made something stir in my trousers. Just the slightest twitch but enough to remind me what was there.

I gunned the accelerator and waving behind me as I drove off I headed away from the girls towards my planned destination.

Lovely girls, somebody was going to be very lucky one day.

Lucy had always been a bit of a capricious youngster right from the day she and her family moved into the Lane about ten years ago. A really cute little blonde with fairly tight curls in those days, which have now turned into long flowing blonde locks which I don't think she has ever had cut, just trimmed. The curls have long gone leaving just a beautiful soft wave. Right from the first time I met her and her parents it had been obvious that she was a willful child and was going to be difficult to control. Everything she wanted she got and I don't think that is good for anyone, certainly not the lovely Lucy. Now although she is really nice I guess her parents are reaping the rewards of letting her have her own way for so long.

Sarah, is different. Her family was already resident when I moved here in the early nineties. A newly married couple at that time, Jack and Laura were, and still are, devoted to each other. Laura had decided she was going to be a stay at home Mum while Jack brought in the necessary to allow her to live a quiet comfortable life. It was at the end of the millennium when Laura got pregnant and once the baby was born and it was a girl, Jack became a devoted parent. Typical of many men with daughters he treated her like his own private princess. Unlike Lucy's dad, Jack didn't spoil Sarah rotten. She had everything she needed and was treated with real love. They were an 'old-fashioned' family and the way they dressed Sarah showed it. Always immaculately turned out even when she was rough-housing with the other kids. She was never seen in jeans, always in skirts and dresses. A real girly, girl who loved playing with her dolls and teddies. Even now she is a teenager you can tell that she isn't happy with the way some of the other girls in her school behave. Bookish but not frumpy she is a really lovely girl and her parents can be so proud of the way she has grown up. It is clearly no coincidence that Jack has kept her on a tight rein, not that she needed it, and has been so fastidious in keeping an eye on any male that came within a mile of her. If I had a daughter she is exactly what I would wish for.

I made a sharp right turn over the bridge and drove alongside the river for about another half a mile. It is quite amazing what a bit of sunshine does for getting the pretty things out of the house. In the next few minutes I pass two or three little groups of schoolies, nearly all playing with their mobile phones, all of them looking delightfully pretty in their summer clothes. One in that last little bevy of beauties was especially entrancing but too late now, I am well down the road and they are in their own little world of makeup, fashion, music and boys.

I have arrived.

Positioning the car in the chevron parking bays just outside the park. Put the lid back up. Check that the embarrassing tumescence has subsided before getting out. Oh shit, the smallest of wet spots on my fly. Better try and dry that off a bit before I leave the car, although anybody noticing would probably think I am just a poor old guy with slight leakage problems, not a lecherous pervert with an unsatiated longing for the younger girl.

Time to go for a walk.

I flick the remote lock on the car and turn toward the gates to the park. No hurry, just idling along the pathway taking in the wonderful scent from the flowers that line each side of the walkway. I'm no gardener but I think these are stocks and behind them a mixed hedge of lilac and rhododendron. A really heady mix of perfumes and all the flowers alive with butterflies and bees.

Just to give you a feel for the layout of the park, it is not large, maybe two acres or slightly more. As you enter the main gate there are two paths leading off diagonally around a central area mainly grass and small borders. Each of these walkways is bounded on one side with the flowers and shrubs I already mentioned. In the centre of the park there is a small cafeteria cum tearoom with maybe a dozen or so chairs and a few tables outside. Lovely place to get quick refreshment if the day is too hot. That strikes me as mildly amusing. Whatever is a 'cum' tearoom? Whatever it is I doubt it has the connotation I have associated with it. Highly unlikely.

If you take the right hand path it eventually comes to a covered part where ancient yew trees have been carved into fanciful shapes and shade the path from the sun. If you proceed through this green archway you eventually come to a bowling green on the left and a kiddies' play area on the right.

The other path, the one I am following is out in the open for the whole length of maybe a couple of hundred yards culminating in a rose garden where it forks in two directions, left to another exit from the park which leads out, close to Badgery parish church. The church is said to be modeled on Woolchester Cathedral but on a much smaller scale obviously. The right hand path goes all around the rest of the park toward the play area. Before reaching that point however there is a little outdoor swimming pool and a paddling pool for the younger children. Surprisingly, given today's paranoia over paedophiles lurking behind every bush, the people who designed the park had planted several bits of shade cover with benches overlooking the swimming pool, each one quite discreetly placed. One in particular allowed the occupant to sit unobserved while providing a good view of whoever was in the pool. It was to this that I was heading today in hope that nobody else had got to it before me.

I had reached the bend in the path and could see the pools in the distance. There were several swimmers and a few paddlers, mostly girls although one or two boys of maybe six or seven years of age also paddling. The girls were significantly older. The mothers and one or two fathers were lounging around on the grass keeping a watchful eye on their offspring. Walking slowly but purposefully toward the main pool I kept it to my right and headed for my favourite secluded spot.

Yes, I was in luck, the bench was empty. Trying not to appear too obvious I increased my pace, walked to the bench and positioned myself so that I had a good view of the pool but also where none of the parents could see me. This is when I usually get feelings of anxiety wondering what would happen if anybody noticed this old guy nonchalantly observing the girls in the pool. I dread to think what their reaction would be but I am sure it would not be particularly pleasant. They would be bound to assume I had nefarious intentions towards their youngsters when in fact I was just enjoying the view.

The bench is not that far away from the water and offered a brilliant view of the activities going on just a few yards away. If the weather is nice I love to spend a few hours sitting here watching the bathing beauties. Today there are maybe four or five little mermaids splashing in and out of the water. One, a cute little blonde with short hair and a tiny pink bikini immediately attracts my gaze. She is a skinny little thing, a body straight up and down and a bikini with nothing to fill the top half. I cannot guess how old she is, still no sign of any breast development and a pair of bikini bottoms that were probably last years because they are a wee bit too small for her and when wet are almost transparent. Her little pussy making the distinctive outline of a camel toe between her skinny legs. She leaps in and out of the pool giggling insanely as one of her friends splashes her with water making her laugh even more. Why is it so difficult to judge the ages of girls? They all grow up at such differing speeds. One who looks as if she might still be in primary school is in fact an underdeveloped teenager while the ones who seem to be ready to leave school, go out to work and get themselves laid by some lecherous youth, may in fact be dangerously underage.

It is at this point that I find an unavoidable desire to give my cock some attention. I can feel it pushing against the fly of my trousers. Not possible or appropriate to get it out here, I am no exhibitionist, but still time to get my hand in a pocket to give the head a gentle squeeze. I make it a habit to always buy trousers with darts under the waistband so that there is a little bit more room to play just in case it becomes necessary. There is a definite swelling going on and as I reach into my right pocket I can wrap my hand around it without giving myself away.

Pink bikini is still playing only a few yards away from me and I am 'playing' only a few yards from her. Mutual enjoyment in blissful ignorance of each other's so different pleasures. Her's innocent whereas mine is clearly not.

My cock is straining against the material now and each squeeze results in a corresponding reaction. There is something dangerously naughty about masturbating quietly within sight of a group of bubbly young girls without them knowing anything about it. Fortunately the fact that I had already released the pressure this morning means that I can edge it for quite a long time without any unexpected consequences.

I wonder what pink bikinis name is? Not that it actually matters; I am not planning to introduce myself to her and her parents. She is sitting on the opposite side of the pool now. One leg in the water the other foot resting on the edge of the pool. Her little crotch delightfully displaying her lovely pussy mound and the barely concealed outline of her lower lips. She rocks her right leg back and forth while wiggling her toes under the water. Obviously she has no idea the effect she is having on this aging gentleman. Stroking discreetly I can feel my cock throbbing in my hand, perhaps not so much of a gentleman after all.

The other girls around the pool were all running around, in and out of the water, splashing, swimming, making a lot of noise and generally enjoying themselves. I'm sure they were having a great time, and so disturbingly was I.

Taking a closer look at some of those young beauties, those little water nymphs, they were mostly all cute, petite and ethereal, or was it just my heightened emotions making them seem so.

All of them were wearing bikinis. I couldn't see any in a one-piece. Girls these days grow up so much faster and even if their bodies are not developed their sense of their own place in the world is very advanced.

These cute little angels were like wonderful, summer flowers. Each blooming with the rainbow colours of their swimsuits, their shining hair, their pretty, sun-tanned faces. I spotted one who immediately attracted my interest. She had lovely blonde hair which had not got wet yet and so had not lost its luminosity. The sun was bursting through her golden tresses forming a halo around her head. I looked closer

She seemed to me to be around ten or eleven years old but like I said, could well have been several years older. Once they put on the Lycra suits everything is held in so tight that unless the bra-line is wired a 36C could look like a 32A. I didn't dwell on the problem, as long as I wasn't going to approach them and just enjoyed the view then I convinced myself I was doing nothing wrong. But whatever, just looking at those goddesses enhanced my erection which was desperately trying to escape from my trousers.

From my position I had a great view of the activity round and in the pool. Both of the girls who had drawn my attention, pink bikini and blonde halo, although they appeared young, or maybe, heaven forbid, just because of that, had great bottoms. Pink bikini had jumped into the water too and I was now freely admiring their young, firm buttocks, working just under the surface of the water as they swam.

Pink bikini's bottoms consisted of only a thin strap of material in the back that, because it was a size too small now moved up, high between her cheeks, giving her a lovely wedgie and leaving her buttocks almost bare.

Looking at the other girl, her bikini bottoms also rode up, tight and wet, right into the crack of her bottom. She had beautiful, round, full, firm buttocks already without any traces of baby fat even though she seemed not yet to be in the full flush of puberty.

I felt involuntarily tempted to get up off the bench and go over to the pool but I knew that would be somewhat foolish. I so wanted to grab one of halo girls buttocks, grab one of them, squeeze, caress, stroke, and feel. Well not just her bottom but also the tantalizing triangle between her legs.

I sighed inwardly; as I felt my cock swelling and enlarging even more.

Halo girls bikini top was hooked in front, between her tiny breasts and it had no shoulder straps. I wasn't sure whether that was the design or whether she had just decided to drop the straps off her shoulders. Whatever the reason, the fact is, when she pulled herself up on the edge of the pool right in front of me her bikini top snapped. The hook broke and the colourful bikini top fell off and landed on the edge of the pool in front of her.

For what seemed an age I looked on as she balanced on the edge of the pool, both arms in use keeping her up and her lithe body half naked open to my steady gaze.

She struggled to balance, surprised by what had just happened, especially as she had noticed me staring at her. She was clearly ashamed to be open to the full view of others around the pool.

I let my gaze drop as I looked enviously at her young, fresh beauty. She had small breasts, like buds that were just about to bloom. Little round mounds with big, pink, puffy nipples that topped those lovely tiny twin orbs.

This was obviously my lucky day. I used the precious seconds before she regained her composure to let this wonderful image sink deep into my mind. Halo girl tried to cover herself with her hands, but in doing so she completely lost her balance and fell back into the pool. I did nothing but keep my eyes fixed on her chest as it slipped softly beneath the water.

A woman in her late thirties but still very attractive, presumably her mother, leapt up from the surrounding grass and running across to the pool, grabbed the flimsy cotton top with its broken clasp and handing the towel she had with her to the girl helped her cover her embarrassment. If they were mother and daughter the older woman had certainly passed on the benefits of her gene pool to the younger. The woman was between me and the pool and therefore between me and Halo girl. While she was attempting to wrap the towel around her, the little girl was watching me over the woman's shoulder.

It may be wishful thinking but I was sure that she gave me a little smile before lowering her gaze. I felt a sudden surge of desire for this cute angel and gave my cock a quick firm squeeze. If she had meant that smile for me she obviously read something into my expression which I had hoped to keep hidden. I am obviously not as good at subterfuge as I had thought. But similarly she must have guessed what I was thinking and was not worried by it. Perhaps she made a habit of parading her beauty around in front of other adult men? Or perhaps she had just suddenly discovered that her body could attract attention which she had not anticipated. This was a facility which would stand her in very good stead in the years ahead.

Now that the woman had regained the child's modesty, the girl who had been feigning panic, now gave the impression of having calmed down and with the woman's assistance got out of the pool without any more startling revelations, much to my disappointment. Feeling the ground under her feet, she stood up and with the towel wrapped around her she ran away from the pool, holding the towel firmly against her bare chest with her hands.

It took me a few moments to regain my composure after this incident. My erection was by now a raging hard-on so I decided that I had better take some time out from my afternoon of lechery before I either exploded or somebody walking by spotted the tent in my trousers. To be discovered near a bevy of young beauties whilst in possession of a rampant penis was not acceptable behavior. A couple of minutes later after concentrating on looking at the trees and flowers so my tumescence could abate slightly I decided it was time now for me to get a coffee and cake at the cafeteria cum whatever. I quickly checked that there were no other tell-tale signs of my actions on the front of my trousers, and there were none. So I mentally bade farewell to my little gaggle of giggly girls and walked quite slowly to the cafeteria in the heart of the park.

I was not the only customer there when I arrived; there were a couple of elderly ladies at one table enjoying a cup of tea and a scone. At another was the old guy with the walking stick who is here most weekend afternoons when the weather is nice enough. Apart from them the only other occupied table was taken by a group of schoolboys poring over a music magazine and trying to make one bottle of coke last between three of them.

I went up to the counter, ordered a latte and Danish pastry and when they were ready took them back to a table just outside to the right of the door. I thought from this position I would be able to see any girls who might be passing from the pool to the main gate but there were none. Never mind I had had a good time so far and planned to go back for some more lascivious perving soon.

It must have taken me about a quarter of an hour to eat the pastry and finish my latte and during that time absolutely no little ladies passed my observation point. Back to work then. I wonder whether halo girl will have found a change of costume or whether her mum will have taken her home. I hope she is still by the pool because that little smile got my heart beating really fast and it was a sensation I thoroughly enjoyed. I set off up the path but on the way back from the cafeteria I decided to take a slightly different route back. It is possible to get around the park without using the paths, there are several lawned areas and so this time I thought I would cut diagonally across the grass, through the bushes and approach my favourite bench from the back.

As I got within about twenty yards or so of the bench, amongst some quite tall lilac and azalea bushes I heard a noise. Somebody else was approaching from the opposite direction. Presumably coming from the pool area. I heard a twig break, not loud as if it was a large foot trampling it but a small snap such as might be made by a child's foot.

My view was obstructed by a large azalea bush, so I moved a little to the right and then I saw her. No more than a few yards ahead of me in a small patch of sunlight. She was petite, very skinny and rather gorgeous. She had dark blonde hair, quite long, that framed her face. I didn't recognize her from any of the girls who had been at the pool when I was there earlier and she was not wearing a costume so had probably not been there yet or had only arrived while I was having my coffee.

It was quite shady underneath the cover of the trees and shrubs but I could still see her quite well, the sunlight illuminated her like a stage spotlight. She came closer to where I was standing holding my breath in case I startled her. I quietly crouched down further so that she wouldn't see me. I did not want to be found by a young girl, in the bushes. That would definitely trigger a hue and cry from enraged parents even though all I was doing was taking a short cut.

Slowly so as not to make a sound I edged forward around the bole of a tree, not the most comfortable place to conceal yourself but I didn't really care, trembling in anticipation as I wondered why she would be here. The girl didn't notice me, somebody must be looking out for me because my luck doesn't usually run this good.

She scanned around to make sure she was alone and apparently didn't notice my crouching presence hiding amongst the bushes. From my position I could see her lovely skinny little legs as she approached. I watched as she lifted up the hem of her skirt and, oh heaven, she pulled down her knickers. To my surprise she took them completely off and dropped them on the ground. She then crouched, facing my hideout although she could not know she was being so closely observed by a horny opportunistic male. As she did so, she pulled her skirt up and as I was now only about a yard or two from her I could not avoid the sight which appeared in front of me even had I wanted to.

Quickly and quietly as if mirroring her actions I unfastened my trousers and slid them down thrusting my hand inside my underpants and grasping the stiff rod which had suddenly come back to life. I didn't even realise I was doing it, my libido had taken over.

From my position under the lowest branches of the tree I had an unobstructed view of her cunt. She had a smooth, completely bare crotch, slightly lighter than the suntanned skin of her legs. As she crouched, she spread her legs and that action pulled her pussy lips wide open. She had the prettiest, puffiest labia. These soft, tender folds of untanned flesh covered the darker, pink interior of her vagina.

Slowly stroking my erect member I felt the familiar sensation of arousal as I dragged my foreskin gently down the shaft and back up again taking care to make not the slightest sound. From my shaded position watching her in the pool of sunlight I could clearly make out her little slit glistening with moisture. She squatted, spreading her legs.

I massaged my penis, wrapping my fist fully around the head and enjoying the lovely feeling as the sensation, pulsing from the bulbous head, hidden and then revealed by my sliding the foreskin down the shaft of my penis, exploded inside me. I know men are not supposed to feel anything except in the penis but I was experiencing the start of an orgasm like no other I had yet had. Not just in the sensitive part of my cock but like I imagine a female orgasm must feel, a tensing deep in my belly.

Her pussy lips opened, revealing her inner most secrets.

My penis throbbed in response to the sight.

I could clearly see the little button at the top of her slit and the slightly darker shade of pink where her vagina was partially obstructed by her young hymen. She tensed slightly and then a stream of hot, yellow, translucent liquid gushed forth uncontrolled from her beautiful cleft, splashing on the ground under the tree, so close to me I could almost feel the heat on my face. I could definitely smell the unmistakable scent of her pretty pee stream even at this distance.

I increased the speed of my strokes until my hand was almost a blur thrashing my rampant member into submission. I wondered whether she could hear the slapping sounds but she showed no signs of it.

I watched in amazement as she peed, her water flowing in an almost endless stream of gold. It seemed to go on for such a long time. Every second seeming like a minute I was so engrossed in the beautiful sight. The thick stream of urine continued to flow from her urethra, on and on and on... forming a small puddle between her sandaled feet.

I was forming a puddle of my own as my ejaculation hit and great spurts of semen shot from the engorged tip of my penis towards the puddle her pee had formed on the mossy ground. The girl was so engrossed in her own activity and so worried somebody might be watching from the pool area or from the paths not far away that she failed to notice my ejaculate creating little white islands on the moss soaked by her golden shower.

Finally the stream started to weaken, then it changed into short splashes and finally into single drops.

My orgasm also started to ease off and I too was just dripping white spots on the ground.

She sighed deeply and pulled a handkerchief from a pocket on the front of her white blouse. She took her time to carefully wipe all the remains of urine from her slit, while at the same time spreading her soft bald pussy lips wide apart. When she was satisfied with her efforts she forced the wet hankie under a tussock of grass and stood up, reaching for her knickers. She pulled them on, looked around to make sure nobody was watching, turned her back on my hideout and slowly walked away.

I just crouched there, completely awestruck, unable to move or think clearly. I never thought a girl urinating could be so sexy, but this little girl had unknowingly introduced me to yet another new experience. I felt certain that I would be investigating water sports in more detail as soon as I got back to my PC tonight.

I watched as she went away, staring intently at her back. She didn't realize just how sexy and exciting she was for me. She didn't even realize that I had seen her peeing in front of me. I took a deep breath and reached down to pull up my trousers and fasten them concealing my fast becoming flaccid penis. My balls ached in the aftermath of such a mind-blowing orgasm.

A few minutes later I looked carefully around, found what I had been searching for and picked up her urine soaked hankie. A lot smaller than the ones I used, white with a lacy trim and some small embroidered flowers in one corner. I bet she really would not have wanted to lose it. I lifted it to my nose, sniffed it and luxuriated in the sweet scented mixture of her urine and the scent she obviously used. I tucked it away in my trouser pocket. Turning my back on the pool I worked my way back through the bushes to the path and then regaining my car I drove home glad to be alive.

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