It may already have become clear to you that walking is one of my 'things.' I like walking, I enjoy the exercise, the relaxation, the slow way the country or, indeed, town passes. You have the time to stop and look. Not the rush of the motor car or even the bicycle; walking is the way to see the countryside. I like the peace and tranquillity - so was not best pleased to find my Saturday walk disturbed by a party of ramblers going my way.
I had passed a lovely morning, been up with the dew still wet on the grass, had already walked for three and a half hours and not seen a soul. The birds had been singing, the sun had been warming and my little legs in their khaki shorts had been working away. All the joy of nature, summer and exercise had been with me and, strangely for me, not a thought of sex or desire to spot a pretty girl or two out walking on the downs. No reason to use my special ability, no reason for Time Stop Man to spring into action. Just a lovely walk until, that is, the gaggle joined me unexpectedly coming up a side path.
You know how it is, you have been walking along with the world completely to yourself and it occurs to you that taking a pee would be a good idea. You are getting uncomfortable. You pause and undo your fly, or if a girl undo your shorts and bob down, and just at that very moment someone or some people hove into view. It does just so seem to happen.
Perhaps it was because they were climbing a hill that they had been so quiet but it was just a bit annoying. I had not finished - not even started.
Of course I should have stopped time rather than let my automatic reaction kick in but instead I hurriedly tucked myself away feeling all embarrassed. And the giggles did nothing to lessen that. I let them pass but the trouble was they were going in my direction and were going at my pace. There was a dozen of them or so, a mixed party of ramblers.
Such a nuisance. My morning disturbed: but of course I also clocked half the party were female and not exactly old either. My eyes noted the girls' bottom cheeks moving up and down inside their walking shorts. I smiled to myself as I envisaged stopping time and undressing the dozen and hiding all of their clothes. Imagine their consternation at suddenly finding themselves naked, seeing their friends in the all together but not having any idea how it had happened. I knew who would be laughing then! I could then calmly take out my cock in full view and start to pee. That would surprise them perhaps enough for them to look at me strangely as if , perhaps, I had caused their sudden loss of clothes - which of course would have been true.
"You can have them back, you know, but, first, I want to see everyone taking a pee. I don't see why you should laugh at me taking a call of nature. Everyone does it. Come on public urination - let everyone see everybody else. No, not in the woods. Right here."
Protests, perhaps even attempts to grab me but with time stop I could appear to magically jump from one place to another. That would frighten them! They would have to do what I said. Girls bobbing down and revealing their sex as the bright, sparkly streams rushed out from between their legs, the streams curving downwards to the ground; for the men, foreskins retracted and penises hosing. What a sight! And imagine if other walkers wandered into view. What a shock they would get. What was this strange ritual of watering the land?
Perhaps I could dress them again all in the wrong clothes. Yes the boys with the bras so they had to undress again and sort themselves out as I watched and smiled.
If I wanted to, perhaps, I could make them all do sexual things. How far would they go to get their clothes back. Their alternative was a walk into town completely starkers! Find out who was paired with whom and get one girl to go down on her boyfriend as the others - and me - watched open mouthed at the exhibitionism. Perhaps then get her to bring him off by hand - an even more embarrassing thing for the boy to do whilst being watched by his friends - male and female. Eleven of them watching as he spurted or flowed. Perhaps get others to fuck as we all watched. Maybe...
Well, all a bit extreme perhaps! But of course now not only did I want a pee but the thoughts had brought hardness to the contents of my own shorts. I was certainly not getting it out like that in front of them. I turned off the track into the woods.
"Bye," called a couple and in a sing song voice, "we know where you're going."
How had they known I was turning off? They were walking away from me at the time; not looking my way; they must have heard a twig snap or something. I had tried to be quiet. They had all turned and looked. I was not happy.
Suddenly it all went very quiet. They had made a mistake - a big mistake. I was cross and I was going to do something - I just had not quite decided what. With a tug to my zip rather in the manner of a gunfighter loosening his gun, I sauntered over to them releasing my erection from its confinement. Nice to walk up to girls like that: yeah, it shows you mean business - not that any noticed.
"Right girls, let's have a look at you". The smirks on their faces did not endear anyone to me. An irrational dislike but it is not good to get on the wrong side of TSM! So nice really to be able to just lift a tee shirt and have a look at a girl's bra, even more to be able to hold the contents in your hands, all soft and warm and then unclip. Oh yes, let them spill out - except they don't spill out of time, they are just there. The first girl - quite tall, fair hair in a pony tail, nicely rounded breasts with the usual so pretty pink flowers at their summit. Pleasant to play with, pleasant to tweak the nipples - perhaps tweaking a little too hard but that was her fault.
Pleasant to unzip the shorts and undo the button, pleasant to pull them a little way down and open up the panties and admire the fine delicate tracery of hair across her mons veneris and see the little valley of her slit. Nice, actually, to push my penis down and slide it between her sex and the gusset of her panties. A nice warm little nest with just a little tickling of hair. Perhaps even more pleasant to do that for a little time and leave a little sticky calling card, a deposit of gooey semen right there to make her wonder what had happened. It was an idea.
But it occurred to me I could do something else, at least to start with, using my remarkable multi function device. Should I? Well, I did want to go for a pee. A bit of concentration and a slight relaxation of a sphincter and - oooh that was nice - yes I had actually peed inside her pants! A strange thing to do and everything suddenly felt a lot wetter! This was going to be amusing. She was going to think she had suddenly wet herself. I mean no one was going to think it was somebody else's wee which had appeared! She was not going to think that it was I who had wetted her! Another few spurts and I pulled out of the panties. I felt a bit better but there was plenty more to come where that had come from! I could have slipped my erection into another eleven pairs of pants, yes even the boys if I had been so minded. Had them all finding, most surprisingly, that just watching me going into the bushes had caused a mass bladder release.
They would have looked a sight, all feeling suddenly very wet, suddenly horrified but then realising everyone else was in the same predicament - staring immobile at each other's wet shorts. Perhaps the only answer would then be for them all to walk along with shorts and pants flapping on their packs drying in the sun with their genitalia and bottoms peeking and poking out from under their shirts. A lovely sight for any passing walker and catering for all sexes and interests!
Another girl, dark straight haired and indeed dark skinned and slightly exotic with wonderful big breasts and so dark nipples. A delicious dark patch of hair down below, all really tight curls and plenty of them to boot. I looked at her boyfriend (I presumed that was what he was as he was close beside her) and wondered what his white semen splashed across those dark curls would look like - did it made an interesting contrast? I was sure my own would look just as good but, rather than trying to be artistic, I contented myself with slipping under the curly hair (a bit ticklish but nice sliding in) and once again letting loose with my wee. Whoops! A bit much and so odd how having left my body it stopped moving, just building up as a reservoir in her panties. No splashing to the ground to be absorbed by the leaf mould. No, that would come later when time restarted. Once the force of its expulsion by me was used up it simply stopped moving and stayed all hot and wet ready to cascade down her legs - her lovely dark legs once time restarted.
Should I do the same to the others? I thought perhaps two was enough for amusement and let my stream splash away happily onto the leaf mould. A shake or two but still an erection. Well, a pity to waste that. I moved to a third girl - the one who had particularly, I thought, laughed at me. There she was, hand in hand with her boyfriend. Well, that did not stop me undoing the buttons of her shirt. He was not going to stop me.
Another really nice pair, perhaps they could have been a little bigger but nothing you could not get your hands on - and I did! Sweet little nipples even a little raised. Had the glimpse of my willy done that? Unlikely! More the sun, exercise and walking with her boyfriend. A dark curly haired girl. Such a pretty thing but she had annoyed me and I was not at all pleased with her. Nice, though, as with the others to open up the denim shorts, undoing all the buttons, and peer within. Yes, the expected dark curls; pleasing to stroke like a cat; I expected her boyfriend liked to do that - and rather more no doubt. Perhaps they might be thinking of doing that later. So nice to slip a hand under, twixt panty and sex, and feel, yes, a certain moistness to match her nipples. Of course there was a considerable moistness in two of her friends' knickers but for a very different reason and I could not provide any more of that. I had though, another fluid I could offer... should I... should I make her feel all strangely wet and sticky as she walked along?
So easy to just slip between panty and sex, so pleasant to watch my shiny purple knob disappear and feel it all warm and slippery against her sex. So pleasing to slide back and forth as I played with her breasts and, all the while, she held her boyfriend's hand.
