Susan O'Malley hadn't been to a football game in years. But she was at one now, the local high school variety, stopping by to see the grandson of one of her close friends.
And that someone was Brett Hannigan. A young man she'd dominated with her piss, her pussy, her asshole, one day at the beach. Which later turned to doing the same with the boy's mother. The grandmother soon joined the pissy mix, all of which made Susan a very happy woman.
Susan bought a hot chocolate at the concession stand near the gate and walked to the far end of the high school bleachers, away from most of the crowd, wearing a mid-thigh tweed skirt, heavy sweater and tight tan leggings on this chilly fall day. As she approached, she couldn't help but notice a gorgeous high school girl with long red hair, milky white face dotted by sexy freckles, wearing a sweater, short jean skirt and dark red knee socks that hugged her muscular young calves.
Susan licked her lips. She liked what she saw and immediately started plotting the girl's domination.
She stood next to the girl, smiling, offering a quick hello, engaging in small talk.
"Oh, I'm Susan by the way, Susan O'Malley," Susan said, shaking the gorgeous redhead's hand.
"Kim O'Hara," the redhead smiled, a very friendly girl. "I go to school here."
"Oh, you must be a senior then, you're what, 17, 18?" Susan asked, eager for the answer to be the latter.
"Yeah, 18, just turned a few weeks ago," Kim said, stamping one foot then the other to keep warm, Susan's eyes drawn to the quivering white thighs as she did.
"Happy birthday, Kim," Susan smiled. "You are certainly a pretty young thing..."
The girl blushed, looking away then out to the field where the slam-bang of helmets and pads was heard, followed by cheers from various parts of the crowd supporting each team.
"Do you...are you here to see someone play, your son maybe?" Kim asked.
"Aren't you a darling!" Susan laughed, touching the girl's forearm, feeling her tense up. "Son? No, not a son. Grandson if anything...honey, I'm 65!"
Kim's eyes widened, mouth open.
"You are not!" she said earnestly. "Mrs. O'Malley, you sure don't look 65..I mean you're so..well, you're so pretty for..."
"An old lady?" Susan laughed. "Well, thanks!"
"No, no, not old, I'm sorry," Kim said, embarrassed. "It's just..."
"Flattering is what it is, sweet thing, flattering," Susan sighed, squeezing that forearm harder and leaning into Kim's pretty freckled face. "Thank you, honey child, that makes this old woman feel sexy!"
"It...it does?" Kim said softly, looking at Susan's pretty eyes and wrinkled skin, admiring her ageless beauty.
"Yup, sexy," Susan said in a low hiss.
"Uh...who are you here to watch play then?" Kim asked.
"Friend of mine's grandson, maybe you know him," Susan said. "Brett Hannigan?"
Kim's eyes brightened and she fairly squealed, "Get OUT! He's my boyfriend! Well, we've dated a few times and it's getting...well, you know."
Susan looked at Kim and smiled.
"Oh, I know, I know, believe me," she laughed. "He's a fine young man...you're lucky to have one another."
"Yeah," Kim said, grinning.
They chatted for a few more minutes as the game progressed, when the urge to pee hit Susan. She loved that precise moment, when the need to piss made her pussy feel electric, alive. Looking at Kim made it even more so.
"Darn it, I gotta go to the pottie," she said, twirling her nearly empty hot chocolate cup. "Stuff goes right through me!"
"Oh, the portable toilets are down there," Kim said helpfully, pointing to the gate area.
"So far away," Susan moaned, shifting from foot to foot, exaggerating the need for the girl's benefit who seemed to watch more attentively. "Maybe...back there?"
She and Kim looked beneath the bleachers, behind which was a thick growth of trees.
"Oh, sure, that would work," Kim giggled. "I was just thinking...well, a pretty woman like you...so classy and all, maybe that wouldn't be fitting, you know?"
Susan turned and smiled at Kim, putting her cup on the ground and holding the young woman's slender shoulders.
"You say the sweetest things, darlin'," Susan said, leaning in for a quick hug, whispering into Kim's ear through the silky red hair. "Thanks for making me feel sexy again..."
Kim trembled. Susan noticed.
"Be right back, cutie," she finally said, breaking the hug and trotting off under the bleachers.
She found a spot not too far in, hidden from the people in the bleachers -- and in direct line with the spot on which Kim stood. Susan wriggled down her leggings, hiking up her skirt and pulling aside her tiny white thong, squatting. She looked Kim's way, not wanting to be obvious, as she forked her fingers into her hairy pussy, spreading the meaty lips.
Her pussy soaked, even before she peed, that glorious warmth of urgency flooding her loins, her clit poking out, slick, eager and ready. She grunted and let it flow, a thick, yellow stream of piss splashing out over her fingers and into the leaf-covered forest floor. Peripherally, she saw Kim standing there and at the height of her forceful flow, turned her head.
To look right into the eyes staring at the piss jetting from between her squatting, sexy old thighs.
"My, my, my," Susan groaned, scissoring her clit with her fingers soaked with piss. "I'm so glad I decided to take in this football game...."
Kim's eyes were riveted on Susan's gushing crotch, so much so she didn't notice she was busted. Until her eyes wandered up and into Susan's. The squatting sexy old woman flashed a sly smile, and she waved to Kim with her piss-glistening fingers.
