Out for a walk in the hills the next Saturday, I was enjoying the air and the exercise, and my mind wasn't particularly on my master's task. In front of me was a youngish chap, about twenty-five, in good shape, with a nice tan. He was wearing shorts and hiking boots, a combination which showed off his muscular calves and thighs to very good effect. I speeded up a little so I was just a few paces behind him and began to walk in step with him, enjoying the lateral movement of his trim ass, the swish of his thighs as they rubbed sensuously against one another.

After a mile or so of this ogling, I was disappointed to see my man veer off towards the side of the rough path we were on, towards the bushes. Then I began to wonder what he was doing. He went into the bushes, and it dawned on me he must be going for a pee. Damn! How was I going to get to see this? I was certain it was what he was up to, and I wanted to see, but could think of no way to do it. I slowed down and stopped, looking back at him, but he had disappeared into the thick undergrowth.

I'd missed my chance, but it had my mind racing now, my temperature raised. I began to think naughty thoughts, and my master's order came to me. This was my chance, for sure. I began to get excited at the thought of what I was soon to do, butterflies collecting in my stomach, my pussy quivering with anticipation. I could feel myself getting moist, and I was becoming very randy. I slowed down a bit to make sure my man came back out from the bushes and continued on the path. He did! This really was going to be it.

I sped up again, to get some good ground between us, so that I could choose my spot and lie in wait. I kept walking for ages, passing some perfectly good spots because I chickened out. Then I came around a corner and saw just the place. The path was raised as you came round the corner, and there was a small wide gully which could easily be seen from the path as soon as anyone came past.

My heart was pounding, the pulse was racing in my ears; I was so excited I was almost working on automatic pilot. I jumped down into the gully and selected my spot, with a rock just behind so that I could reach out with my hand and lean on it for support. I undid my trousers button and zip and slid them down to my knees, then my ankles. The cold air on my thighs was bracing, but very exciting. I stood for a moment, scarcely able to breathe. Then, taking a deep breath, I slipped my white panties down to my ankles. I could feel the wind whispering around my pussy, and I was exposed for anyone to see.

I crouched down into a peeing position, adjusted my clothing to ensure I didn't splash on it and waited. He must be coming soon, I thought. I strained my ears, listening for footsteps on the rough stone surface. Finally, I could hear a faint crunching sound. This was it. I couldn't back out now. I made sure I was visible face on to him as he came round the corner and reached down to part my lips. The cold air on my pussy sent a thrill careering through me. I began to let my muscles go, willing myself to pee. Just as he came round the corner I started, a faint dribble at first, and then a steady jet.

"Oh!" I said, feigning surprise. He stopped dead in his tracks and stared at me in amazement. He looked embarrassed, and I thought for a moment he was about to walk on, so I continued speaking.

"I'm so sorry. How embarrassing. I didn't think anyone would come by just now. I can't stop myself now." All the while I was still peeing, and stared at him as I did so. His eyes shifted from mine to my pussy and to my eyes again. I was trying to slow the stream down as much as possible, making it last as long as possible.

"That's okay," he said. "I got caught short myself just a few minutes ago. Mind you, I took more cover than you," he laughed. I had finished by now, and searched my pockets for a handkerchief to wipe myself dry with. Seeing that I couldn't find one, my man offered me a paper hankie from his pocket. He was still staring at me in a very open way, and I was very turned on. I wiped myself and, as if absent-mindedly, passed the hankie back to him. My heart leaped in my chest when he took it from me and put it in his pocket.

I pulled up my trousers again and my man gave me a hand bck up on to the path. I joked that, since he had seen quite a lot of me, I ought to introduce myself, and we exchanged pleasantries as we headed back down the hill. He was very easy to speak to, relaxed and funny, and definitely flirtatious. I warmed to him. It transpired that we were heading for the same town, so we continued to walk together.

Spying a pub in the distance, I suggested we break up our walk with a quick drink. Happily, he agreed, and we set off for the pub with renewed vigour. We had a couple of drinks, me on half pints and him on pints of bitter. It was very pleasant, and I could have stayed there for the rest of the day, but we had to get back down to town, which was another couple of miles or so away, before dusk. We gathered our stuff and set off back down the path. Neither of us, I noticed, went to the toilet before we left.

True enough, it wasn't much more than ten minutes later when he turned to me with a sheepish look and said he needed to pee. "Me too," I confessed cheerfully. "Still," I added, with a laugh in my voice "at least it'll give me the chance to see you in a compromising position like you did with me earlier." I waited to see what his response was, and he grinned enigmatically.

"Let's find some bushes then," he said, "I don't do it in quite such open spaces as you." He took my hand and led me through the undergrowth. I was still a little uncertain about whether he was playing me along or really only did want to have a pee in private. However I followed him all the way in, and he began to unzip his trousers. He wasn't exactly facing me, but he hadn't gone out of his way to hid from me either, so I took a deep breath and walked forward to have a look. He continued to look downward at his cock, but didn't tell me to go away, so I stayed.

A strong jet of pee was flying from his lovely, thick, circumcised cock. It looked so sexy. I heard myself sigh out loud, and he looked at me and smiled. I couldn't resist it, and put my hand out to his cock. I felt his hand and splayed my fingers outwards. My little finger caught the jet of pee, causing it to cascade wildly around my fingers. It was so hot.

"Stop yourself!" I shouted. "Hold it in a minute!" With difficulty, he did as I asked and stood beside me, holding his cock. I knelt down before him and took his hand. I prised his fingers from his cock, and took hold of it myself. I placed his shiny purple helmet between my lips.

"Now," I said.

And he continued again. The first spurt was powerful and missed my mouth, spraying my face with his hot liquid, but then it came in a controlled flow again and slithered into my mouth and down my throat. There wasn't much left to come now, but I swallowed what there was gratefully, savouring the slightly bitter, salty taste. His last few spurts dribbled out and I sucked his cock dry. This inevitably aroused his interest and he began to swell and erect in my mouth, but I still needed to pee, desperately.

"Sorry," I said, "my turn to pee. I can't wait."

"Neither can I," he said. He bent down and pulled at my trousers, undoing the button and zip and pulling them down. He grasped my panties and pulled them over my my hips, exposing my pussy to his gaze for the second time that afternoon. "I want it all," he said, lying back in the undergrowth.

With my feet either side of his head, pulling me trousers away from his eyes, I squatted down. It wasn't easy because of the trousers, and he gripped my thighs to keep me upright. I was squatting, my pussy only inches above his face. "Oh, now," I cried, and a hot gush of golden liquid flooded out of me. Looking down, I saw it cascade downwards and land on his face, soaking him. I adjusted my position so that I was above his mouth and directed my flow straight downwards towards it. He opened his mouth, staring straight at me, and accepted my full flood of liquid. I was at the peak of my flow now, and he couldn't quite manage it all. Some escaped from his mouth and dribbled down his cheek and neck. Still he kept swallowing, though, manfully taking as much as he could possibly manage. I felt my pee subside, and the last few drops descended from me on to his glorious face. He lifted himself up and sensitively licked around my pussy lips, lapping up the last few drops, licking me clean.

This was going to be a story and a half to tell my master. I hope he likes it.