It is a brilliant sunny day and we are walking idly, hand in hand. It will soon be time for me to go and we are trying to make the most of the passing hours. We are at the county fair, admiring the floral displays, sampling the traditional foods and beers, and giggling as we speculate on how long it will be before the high mannered woman with the perfect nose and fine stud roan grabs the buxom blond country girl slopping out the stall and pulls her into a pile of golden hay.
We wander out, revelling in the warm air and honey scent of the meadow, moving away from the picnickers and snogging youth. I pause, drop your hand and turn, moving off toward the dark stand of the surrounding forest.
"Where are you going?" you ask, standing still where I left you.
"I feel the need to pee, pet."
"The toilets are over there," you say, pointing past your left shoulder.
"I know, but they are far and the trees are near. Besides, I like the open-air..."
I turn at the field's edge, raise my hand and curl a finger, beckon you to come. You catch up and we move further in, stopping at a little hidden sunlit oasis in the mossy grove. I turn and face you.
"Open my pants and lower them."
You move forward, looking up into my face, as your hands undo my buckle and zipper. You kneel, sliding my pants down, your fingers caressing my legs as they descend. When they have reached the ground, I step out and you set them carefully aside. You turn back and look up slowly, following the line of my inner leg and thigh and stopping at my cunt. You hold for a long second, take a ragged breath, then look up into my face, questioning.
"Stay"
Stepping close, I squat down, splaying my legs. I reach out and put one of your hands on each knee. Your eyes lower, as I run my fingers through the thick curls on my mons before reaching lower and spreading my labia open. I feel your hands squeeze as you whimper and look back up. I look hard into your smouldering eyes and let a quick, sharp stream of pee out to splatter in the soft earth.