Boating Girl

This story is based on actual events but the names are fictitious.
When I was in my late teens, my local park had a boating lake, and Bill, the boatman used to let some of us help him and in return we would get free trips out on the rowing boats. There were several of us– including girl called Tracey, who was about 3 years younger than I. I found her quite attractive and often took the opportunity to share a rowing boat with her.
One day we rowed into the centre of the lake and drew in the oars, allowing the boat to just drift. We chatted for a while, and soon found ourselves looking into each other’s eyes. We kissed, gently at first but soon quite passionately. Tracey’s hand strayed to my leg, just above my knee, and I made no objection as she gradually moved it higher and higher up.
Naturally I had risen to the occasion, and as she reached my crotch I gently put my hand on her breast. As we kissed Tracey undid my zip, put her hand inside and began playing with me. At the same time I unbuttoned her blouse enough for me to get my hand inside and began playing with her breasts and her nipples, which were quite erect. Of course, the middle of the boating lake was sometimes a little too public to continue our passion for long, and so caressing and fondling was as far as we went.
We met and did this quite often but never really went any further. I did once put my hand on her leg but before I reached my intended target Tracey stopped me and shook her head. I respected her wishes and didn’t try that approach again. One day we had stayed in the park a bit longer than we had intended and it had started to get dark before we realised it, so I walked home with her. When we got to her house her dad was on the doorstep looking for her. He looked at me and thanked me for bringing her home safely, but the next time I saw Tracey she told me her dad was quite cross when she had got inside and she was forbidden from coming to the boating park again. She was also not allowed to see me again because I was too old for her. We kissed and then parted, and I thought that was the end of what might have been a good relationship. I continued to frequent the park and the boating lake for a while, but somehow there wasn’t the attraction that there used to be when Tracey was there. Gradually my interest faded and my visits became infrequent and stopped altogether.
About three or four years later, I happened to be walking through town when who should come along but Tracey. We exchanged greetings and asked how each other were, and I asked her if she’d like to go for a coffee. She agreed and we went into a nearby caf’.
We spoke about old times and the fun we used to have when we went on the boats. I told her that I was sorry we had had to stop and she said she felt the same way. She asked me if I was going with another girl and I told her no, I hadn’t been seeing anyone else since we had broken up, and I then asked about her, whether she had been dating someone or not. She said she hadn’t either and said that she’d moved out of her parents’ house and into a room in a house she shared with a couple of her friends. I asked if she ever went to the boating park now, and she said she’d been there a couple of times but had only walked through.
We left the caf’, walked around together for a while, and then we decided we’d go visit the boating park and hire a boat for an hour for old time’s sake. We arrived at the park, paid the boatman and took out our rowing boat. We rowed around the lake and then we went into the middle, drew the oars in and just drifted as we admired the views.
Before long we looked into each other’s eyes, just like before, drew together, and kissed passionately. Tracey by passed my leg this time and went straight for my trouser zip, undoing it and slipping her hand inside. She had a good fondle and feel and of course found my member solid and erect. I slid my hand up under her jumper and caressed her firm breasts. Just like before her nipples were erect and firm. We continued to kiss and to fondle each other, and to my surprise Tracey took my other hand with her free hand and slid it under her skirt. I slid my hand up inside her knickers, ruffled her pubic hair a bit and fondled her soft pussy. Once again we had gone about as far as we dared go in the middle of the boating lake, and it seemed all too soon that the boatman called out “Come in number 4, your time’s up,” and we rowed to shore.
As we got out of the boat, Bill, the boatman must have recognised us because he smiled, winked and said, “Reliving old times eh? If I’d realised it was you I’d have left you alone.” We smiled at him, said thanks, and walked away, seeking a quiet way to walk and chat and whatever.
We took a walk along a disused railway, where hardly anyone goes, and after a while we found a decent secluded place to sit. We kissed and caressed and resumed our fondling, which had been interrupted when we’d been called in off the boat. As I slid my hands up Tracey’s skirt her knickers felt a bit damp, so I asked her if she was feeling horny or if she was in need of a pee. She smiled at me and said, “Actually a bit of both.” I couldn’t help it but my already stiff member twitched with excitement as she said that. “Aha,” she teased me, “I see the idea turns you on. Now what is it you like? Would it be the thought of a poor girl with a full bladder dying for a pee, or would it be the sight or feel of a girl having a pee?”
I could hardly believe my luck. I had no idea she was into this sort of thing. Mimicking her I replied, “Actually a bit of both.”
“We’ll see what we can do for you then,” she responded, with a smile on her face. “Shall we nip back to the shop and get ourselves some drinks? Oh, and by the way, I adore seeing a man who’s bursting to pee, and watching and feeling him pee too.”
At this I too grinned from ear to ear, so we walked, hand in each other’s crotch, back as far as we dared, and then hand in hand to the shop to get ourselves plenty to drink. We then walked hand in hand, then hand in each other’s crotch back to our secluded spot. We discussed how we were going to play this game, and we decided that we would give each other drinks and that we would both hold on until one of us was absolutely bursting and couldn’t possibly hold on any longer, then we’d let them do it before the other relieved themselves. We drank and chatted and drank and kissed and drank and fondled and drank some more. Soon we were both feeling very close to bursting point and Tracey began to dance about. I suggested that it might be best if she take her clothes off. That way it would make it easier for us to play around, and of course Tracey said I had to as well. Free of the restrictions of clothes gave us both a bit more time, so it was a couple of drinks and fondles later before she resumed dancing. I was feeling quite full but the pressure was only just starting to get to me, whereas Tracey was much closer to losing it.
“I reckon you’re gonna be the first.” I teased. Tracey just danced and pressed her pee hole with her finger. “Here, let me,” I offered and replaced her finger with mine. After just a few more seconds I felt a little trickle. “I… can’t… hold…It…in,” she stammered, “here… here…. it…comes,” and a spurt of hot golden pee forced my finger out of the way. I was transfixed. Never before had I watched a girl peeing, and here was this gorgeous girl with all revealed giving me the best demonstration I could hope for. I was in ecstasy. I moved my fingers so they were on her lips and moved them to move the stream about, I put my hand into the stream and splashed it around, and I cupped my hands together to catch some of it and then threw the hot golden liquid into the air, watching to fall again like golden rain.
When she’d finished she reminded me it was my turn and as I relaxed I was able to begin releasing my own golden stream, which Tracey splashed around. Then she took hold of my member and started writing on the ground with my pee. Finally she cupped her hands to catch some of it and threw it up into the air. However, she was standing in the wrong place because it went all over her gorgeous breasts, streaming and running down her body and down her legs. Finally after I had finished she pulled me close to her and we kissed passionately before I lay her down and penetrated her.
We had many repeat and similar performances, and always it was good fun. We were good together, Tracey and I. Really good together.
By: Gopher