Britslut’s
Slutty Stories
P is for Park
© Copyright britslut 2007. No re-use allowed without permission.
It’s my habit, if the weather is good enough, to take my sandwiches into the local park and sit on a bench and enjoy the peace and quiet. I’ve found a corner which hardly anyone uses - it’s a dead-end path - and I can watch the birds and squirrels and let the morning’s stresses unwind.
For once, there was another person in my private little hideaway. A young woman occupied one of the benches. Feeling a little peeved that my solitude was disturbed, I sat opposite and got out my lunchbox and water bottle, observing her discreetly out of the corner of my eye. I guessed she was about 25, attractive in a strong way rather than conventionally pretty, dressed in a T shirt that was knotted below her smallish bust leaving her stomach bare, and skin-tight grey jeans that showed off her long legs. She sat with her thighs spread, arrogantly displaying her crotch to the world - i.e. me. It made me feel a little uncomfortable, and I crossed my legs and pulled the hem of my skirt down.
The girl rested her arms on the back of the bench and gazed at me coolly. Then she took a 2-litre bottle from the bag by her side and gulped down a good quarter of it. I could see the muscles in her neck rippling. She gave me a slight smile and put her hands on her thighs, pushing them apart further, tilting her denim-clad hips upwards. My eyes were drawn to the centre of her body.
With something akin to a double-take, I saw that a dark patch was appearing along the centre-line of her crotch. My pulse began to race. The dark area grew and flowered, and suddenly I realised that the girl was peeing in her jeans! It was unmistakeable now - the dark wet area was spreading outwards along her inner thighs, and liquid was flowing onto the seat and dripping onto the tarmac below. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, horrified and fascinated at the same time. She continued to pee until the whole of her jeans from the knees upwards were wet and dark, and there was a big puddle underneath the bench.
Trembling inwardly, I raised my eyes to her face. She gave me a big grin which sent shivers to the core of my body, then took another huge swig of water. I sat there, head swimming, looking again at her soaking wet jeans, wondering what sort of person could do something so flagrant.
After a while she stood up sinuously, took her sandals off and unbuttoned her jeans. Slowly she peeled them down her hips, taking with them a pair of small white panties - also dripping wet, of course. Just as her pubes were about to be revealed, she turned around and showed me her firm buttocks instead. The jeans were now around her ankles, and she rested one foot on the bench to slip them off completely. I had a perfect view of her pussy, the labia big and dangling, like curtains.
When the jeans were off she tossed them aside and sat back on the bench, legs akimbo as before. Her crotch was completely shaven, her labia dark and crinkled. She drank another half-litre of water. I was hypnotised, and if I was honest with myself, also quite turned-on by the sight of the girl’s naked, open pussy. Grinning at me again, she held the edges of her labia between her fingertips and pulled them wide open until they were stretched and thin, like bat wings. The pink, glistening interior of her pussy gaped at me. I held my breath.
A thin jet of colourless pee arced upwards from her, a perfect parabola sparkling in the sunlight. It lasted for several seconds, then she cut it off suddenly, held herself, then emitted a series of short arcs, splashing onto the tarmac between us. When she had died away to a dribble, she just sat there, displaying her pussy, smiling contentedly.
I was hot and bothered. The sight of her peeing blatantly in front of me - for my benefit - aroused me more than I liked to admit. I wondered how much courage and self-confidence it took to do such a thing in front of a stranger. Presumably this was not the first time ... presumably she found it intensely erotic ...
With that thought came the realisation that I too needed to pee, quite urgently. I should go back to work, to the bathrooms there. But I didn’t want to break the spell between us - I wanted to see what she would do next. Then it occurred to me that she was waiting for me to make the next move. But did I have the courage?
As if in a dream I found myself slowly hiking my skirt up to my hips, making sure I wasn’t sitting on it. Fortunately I was wearing some small plain white panties. Unable to look at the girl opposite, I spread my legs and tried to relax the right muscles. The inhibition against peeing while wearing panties and while not sitting on a loo was very strong ... finally I managed to let go and felt a warm wetness gushing into my knickers. I closed my eyes in relief, hearing the liquid splashing onto the tarmac below the bench. The hot acrid smell of pee rose into my nostrils - there was a good pint of it spurting out of me, saturating my panties and running down my thighs and buttocks. I knew that the cotton would now be almost transparent, letting the girl see my fat labia and neat brown bush. I shivered with forbidden ecstasy as the pee deied away.
When I opened my eyes, the girl gave me a big smile. She stood up, untied the T shirt and let it fall loose. I saw that it was quite long, long enough to make her decent unless she bent over or sat down. She came over to me and knelt between my legs. I trembled, wondering what she intended. To my surprise she produced a felt-tip pen and quickly wrote a phone number on my left thigh, then got up, gathered up her wet jeans and panties, stuffed them in a plastic bag, stuffed that in her tote bag with her water bottle, and strolled away without a backward glance.
Clumsily I peeled off my wet panties and stood up. It felt strange to be naked, with a wet crotch, under my work skirt. I shook myself mentally, picked up my bag, and walked away, depositing the panties in the nearest litter bin. I would have to wash somehow at work.
So, she had left me her phone number. I could contact her if I wanted. What games did she want to play with me, I wondered? Did I dare to find out?
last modified 12 Sept 2007