All characters are of legal age.
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Chapter One: Right on time.
She got off the bus at the same time as yesterday and the day before. I had never noticed her around the neighborhood, but then again, retirement is new to me, and I find that I now have a lot of time on my hands. Time for observing, and she was so cute that it was hard not to notice her.
Light brown hair with a shag cut, and a cute body on about a 5'2" frame. She wore the same outfit as she had before; a short sleeved white blouse and a red plaid skirt, with white knee-high socks and brown loafers. Nice legs and an adorable butt too.
It was a pleasant fall day, with a bright sun that took the hint of chill out of the air. With the leaves changing colors, I thought it would be a perfect day to take a walk in the woods. The fact that the young lady had just gone through the little park and into the woods across from my house - well, that had a little something to do with my decision as well.
She was about 100 feet ahead of me, and as she went around the winding path into the denser part of the woods, she glanced back and saw me behind her. As she disappeared around the bend I picked up my pace, but despite that, when I got to where the path straightened out, she was gone.
I put my hands on my hips and tried to catch my breath after that mild exertion, wondering how she could have disappeared from sight so quickly, when I was startled to hear the rustling of leaves behind me.
"Hello," the girl said softly, standing behind a tree.
"Hello yourself," I replied after my heart resumed a somewhat normal rhythm, embarrassed at being caught in such an awkward position.
"Are you going to hurt me, mister?"
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Chapter Two: What?
"What?" I answered quickly. "Hurt you? Heavens no, my dear."
"You were following me, weren't you?"
"No," I lied. "I mean, not exactly. I was just taking a walk in the woods. I live across the road, and I go through here a lot."
We stood and stared at each other for a long minute, neither of us saying a word, before she broke the silence.
"I have to go pee."
"Uh - I live across the road," I said as I gestured toward where I had come from.
"I know. You said that already."
"I...I...I know," I said, stuttering. "I meant that if you wanted to use my bathroom, you could."
"No, that's okay," she said, and after looking around took a couple of steps off of the trail and proceeded to lift her skirt up and squat down right in front of me.
I stared dumbfounded at the girl while a torrent of pee spattered loudly onto the fallen leaves. She kept staring at me very calmly, like it was not a big deal at all, and when she finished she just straightened up, still holding her skirt up at her waist.
"Did you like watching me pee?"
"Uh... yes," I said, unable to look her in the eye, mainly because I was staring at her pussy. "No panties?"
"Just get in the way," she said, shrugging her shoulders.
"You're very pretty," I said.
"You like my pussy?" she asked as she made a couple of small steps toward me, and I found myself stunned at the way the girl was talking to me - a man old enough to be her grandfather.
"Yes, it's lovely," I managed to say, feeling the sweat roll down my spine. "You - uh - don't have very much hair between your legs, do you?"
"Does that matter to you?" she asked, and after I shook my head she continued. "The hair. It's really soft. Do you want to feel it?"
I nodded back and found myself next to her, putting my hand between her legs and letting my fingers sift through the modest tuft of golden brown hair, and she was right. It was soft. Almost like down instead of hair, and it felt like a cloud as I touched it, noticing the dampness around her opening.
"Nice," was all I could say.
"Do you have to pee?" she asked bluntly.
"Me? Uh - I don't know," I answered, and then stunned myself by suddenly offering to try.
My hands were shaking as I lowered my zipper, looking around to make sure nobody was coming. What would this look like to somebody else taking a walk through the woods, I wondered? It would look just like what it was, I answered mentally, cringing at the thought of being seen by anyone like this.
I finally got my zipper down and pulled my cock out of my boxers, letting it dangle out in the cool air. I had been a little aroused by the show the girl had been putting on, and so I must have been quite a sight, judging by the look on her face when she saw my semi-turgid tool.
"Wow!" she exclaimed as I strained to pee a little, finally managing a weak trickle. "You really got a big dick, mister."
"You've seen a lot of them?" I asked as she watched my trickle quickly run dry.
"Seen some," she replied, as fascinated by my going as I had been hers. "Aren't you supposed to shake it now?"
"Yes," I answered. "Unless you would like to do it for me, that is."
"Sure," she said calmly, reaching over and grabbing the shaft of my tool and wiggling it. "But what happened to the head of it?"
"Oh, nothing," I chuckled, realizing her ignorance. "I'm not circumcised. Just pull the skin back toward my body."
"Cool!" she said as she peeled my foreskin back, revealing the fat mushroom head, and as she worked it back and forth my cock kept getting stiffer. "It really is fucking big."
"It's going to get even bigger if you keep doing that," I cautioned her, and then mentally kicked myself when she took her hand off.
"Want to see it hard," she said calmly, spitting into her hand before putting her hand back on my cock and milking it in her fist.
"Ohhh," I moaned while my cock surged.
"Gee mister, it's gotten so fat now that I can't even get my hand all the way around it. See?"
I looked down at my cock and at the tiny fingers which were gripping it tightly, and had to look away before I came.
"What's your name, honey?" I asked, looking down the opening at the top of her blouse as my breathing grew louder and heavier.
