"I have to pee," Rose said quietly.
"Seriously?" I asked my best friend's 20-year-old daughter. We'd been sitting in the blind since dawn and seen several nice hens walk through our artificial flock of decoys in the last three hours, but to our disappointment no gobblers yet. We knew there were at least two close by, but they hadn't come in because of the real hens. Why go to a hen if the hen will come to you?
"Yeah," she said, biting her lower lip.
"Well. If you go outside the blind, we can give up on any birds today. In here we're masked and they can't see us, but out there it's a totally different story. If you spook one of those hens, they all go."
"So what should I do? I can't hold it a whole lot longer."
"Hold it?"
"Not gonna happen," she said with a frown.
"Okay," I answered, looking around the blind floor. I quickly spotted what I wanted, an empty twenty ounce soda bottle. I picked it up and dug out my knife, quickly cutting the top off. "Here. You can pee in this and we'll pour it outside."
"Pee in this? Really?" she asked, looking at me like I had three heads.
"Unless you have another idea," I said, beginning to regret bringing her out. I'd have thought Don would have taken his daughter years ago, but even now he was reluctant to take her and quickly jumped in to encourage me to take her when she asked me two weeks ago. She didn't ask her dad, but asked me, telling me that her dad just didn't have the patience I did, like when I was teaching her how to fish.
I reluctantly agreed, knowing that she didn't really have all the camo clothing to stalk, so I set us up for a stationary hunt. It was mid-morning and the sun beating on the two man blind was making it like an oven. She'd long since peeled off the sweat pants she'd worn to ward off the morning chill and was sitting in shorts and a light weight long sleeve camo shirt I'd loaned her. I'd ditched all I could as well, and was down to just my light weight camo pants and long sleeved shirt.
"Okay, so I'm going to have to take my pants off to do this. Especially with as little room as there is."
"Okay. I guess I can close my eyes."
"Come on mister S. You want me to believe that you're not going to look, with me half naked in front of you?"
"I won't. I promise."
"Mister S. I've seen you look at me in a bikini. I'm not sure I really believe you're NOT going to look."
"If I say I won't, then I won't," I answered.
We sat in silence for several minutes. "Okay. I have to go and I don't care if you look or not," she said as she stood up, half bent over in the tight confines. I closed my eyes as she started to push down her shorts and did my level best to NOT peek at her while she was going. I heard the sound of water flowing and knew she was peeing in the cut off bottle. "So what do I do with it now?" I heard her ask.
"Just dump it outside from under the edge of the blind." I said, keeping my eyes closed. I could hear her pour it out and then the rustle of fabric which I assumed was her getting dressed again.
"Okay you can open your eyes now."
"OH SHIT! ROSE!" I said in shock as I looked at her, wearing nothing but her shoes as she squatted in front of me, her shaved mound and teen age looking pussy as exposed as her bare tits and rock hard nipples. Her breasts were probably a modest C cup, looking soft and inviting, her pink round areola at least a full third of the front of each breast. Her nipples were nearly as big around as my pinky, sticking out nearly as far.
"Your turn," she said, ignoring my shock at her nudity.
"I didn't say I had to pee," I protested, not sure what to do or say.
"No. But it's only fair, right? I mean you've been looking at me, don't you think I should get to see you back?" she said as she stayed squatted in front of me, one knee on each side of my legs. She reached into my lap with her free hand and rubbed her palm against my inexplicably hard cock through my hunting pants. "Besides, I'd kinda like to see it when it's hard like this."
"Shit Rose! How is this anywhere even close to appropriate?"
"Hey. Come on Mister S. I mean it IS fair, isn't it? You get to see me, I get to see you?"
"Rose! What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking that you wouldn't want me to tell my dad that you were staring at me naked out here, or Missus S, would you?"
"First off, I'm not staring, and second, I didn't have anything to do with you being undressed!"
"Mister S? Seriously? Who's gonna believe that? I mean here I am, naked, and you're saying you're not staring at my cunt?"
"What is it with kids and dirty mouths these days?" I said, hoping to change the topic and damn fast.
"What's wrong with cunt?"
"Vagina, pussy, but not cunt. Cunt is dirty!"
"Doesn't matter what I call it. You're still staring at it. I just think I should get the same chance."
"Same chance as what?"
"To see you."
"What?"
"To see your dick, cock, prick, whatever you want to call it."
"Jesus you can't be serious!"
"I am!" she said as she rubbed her hand on my groin again. "I mean it's only fair that I should get to see your hardon, since it's making my pussy so wet thinking about it."
"Shit Rose! Put your damn clothes back on!" I swore as I pulled her hand from my lap.
"No. Not until you return the favor."
"Return the favor? Like get naked? You gotta be kidding!" I answered, practically in shock.
"Yeah. I mean why not? You lived through the sixties. You know, free love and all that stuff, right?"
"Rose. I was a KID when the sixties were going on. I wasn't part of the sexual revolution!"
"Well, today kids my age are a lot less uptight about sex and nudity and that kind of thing. So for me, yeah, turnabout is fair play."
"God Rose. I'm more than twice your age. Why the hell would you even WANT to see me naked?"
"Well, this for one," she said, reaching her hand into my lap again and rubbing the bulge there. "I've seen how hard you get in your swim suit when I'm wearing a bikini. I mean you try and hide it, but I can see it. I know you have the hots for me."
"I DON'T have the hots for you!"
"Oh Mister S. You don't fool me. I KNOW you have the hots for my body. I mean come on, how could you not. Nice young pussy, firm boobies. How could you NOT wanna touch it?" she said, moving her hand from my lap where I'd tried to push her hand away, instead pulling my hand with hers to press my palm against her bare breast. "Doesn't that feel nice? Soft and smooth. Can you feel how hard my nipple is? I bet you'd like to touch my pussy too, wouldn't you?"
"ROSE!" I protested as she rolled herself to her knees, lifting her body higher in front of me. She pushed my knees apart with one hand and leaned in closer to me between them, pulling my hand down from her tit to her crotch at the same time.
She pushed my hand between her legs, my fingers feeling her hot wet pussy until she had it far enough between her legs to press my palm up against her pussy. "Oh yeah. Feel how hot and wet I am? God, I'm sooooo fuckng horny right now."
"Rose. This isn't right."
"Oh come on Mister S. You know you've wanted to see me naked. Well, here I am. All I want in return is the same thing. That's not too much to ask is it?"
"I still don't understand why you'd even want to see an old fart like me naked. I mean don't you have younger guys you wanna see?"
"I've seen younger guys. I wanna see you. I wanna see what always makes that bulge. You know, I'll tell you a secret," she said before dropping to a whisper. "I always wear the tiniest bikini my dad will let me when I know you're gonna be around."
"Rose! Why? I'm more than twice your age!"
"So? Come on Mister S. I mean, who's gonna know, right? We're out here in the woods. No one to see, no one to hear except some turkeys. Come on. Do it for me."
"Geez Rose," I said, pulling my hand from her pussy after she let go of my wrist. Her hands moved to my shirt and started unbuttoning it.
"I know you're hot, so why not get comfortable?" she said as she undid the last button at the top. She pushed the shoulders of the shirt off and tried to pull it down my arms until I finally gave in and allowed her to pull the shirt over my head and off both arms. "There. That's a start," she said as she stood up, bending over me, her tits practically in my face as she pulled on my camo t-shirt. "Help me out here, unless of course you LIKE having my tits in your face."
"Can't say I don't," I mumbled, leaning forward slightly to let her pull my shirt up my body. She leaned toward me a little farther, her firm little C cup boob pressing against my face as she eased my shirt up my back. She leaned away to pull my shirt up over my head, pulling her chest away from my face.