Hanging from a sapling
Bareassed and bent in half
Like a C-shaped windsurfer,
She moaned. Let loose
A thumb-thick stream of urine
That shot from her vulva
Like a spouting silver dick.
The stream slowed to a dribble,
Wiggling her ass, she moaned again
In relief, then slapped me for staring.
Walking was a little difficult
With warmth in my shorts,
That swelled to a thickness
I couldn’t deny nor overcome.
We crested the dune, her tight butt
Flexing in front of me, a damp spot
Evident between her thighs.
When we stopped atop, breathless,
I offered her my water, watched a trickle,
Run down her chin, meet with the
Sheen on her chest and disappear
Into the cleft of her breasts.
I had seen enough.
I shoved my hand into her sweaty crotch
Groping with swift and nibble fingers.
She recoiled but came back when she saw
The throbbing shape of my cock,
Ready to burst free from my shorts.
When I had turned her sweat to slick
We slipped between the white pines.
Bending over a low branch, she slid
Her panties to her ankles and wiggled
Her ass against my dripping cock.
Slick we slapped together, humping
In the pine scented breeze
Overlooking the freshwater sea.