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Dartmoor Pussy Adventure

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Dartmoor Pussy AdventureA true story of early experience; all details, except the girl’s name, are as accurate as my memory allows.When I was 13, I went on an Adventure Training Holiday, in a remote area of Dartmoor, England. The course was supposed to be for ages 14-18, but they made an exception for me because I was fully grown. Most of the people on the course were around 16, including ‘Andi’, a fit girl who you would describe as ‘Handsome’ rather than ‘Pretty’. Imagine the lead female character in the Harry Potter movies, aged 16, and you get the picture.If I even had a preferred type, at 13, Andi wasn’t it, and I didn’t particularly notice her, before the day of the “Behind Enemy Lines” exercise. You know the sort of thing? We were bused out, to a point on the moor, then given a map and compass. We then had to work out where we were on the map, and make our way to a rendezvous point. I was in a group of 5; myself and another lad, Andi and another girl, plus a 20-ish youth leader to make sure we didn’t get into too much trouble.After a couple of hours trudging across boggy, peaty moor, Andi announced that she needed to pee. In fact, she was desperate, and had been waiting for quite a while to pass a bush, or even a rock pile to go behind; there were none in this especially barren part of the moor. The youth leader told her to just walk 20 yards away from us, and we would turn out backs. This was no good to Andi, who complained “But I can’t squat in these hiking boots without something to hold on to, and there’s nothing here! Someone will have to come and steady me.” We all understood it would have to be the other girl, who immediately protested, “No way, it’s not my job to help you pee; you’ll just have to hold it!”.I think I was being facetious when I piped up, “If it’s the only way to stop you complaining, I’ll come with you.” Obviously, the youth leader couldn’t allow that, but even as he opened his mouth to forbid it, Andi grabbed my wrist and yanked me off in her chosen direction. Regretting my funny remark, I looked back to the Youth Leader for help. He looked panicked, but I suppose he couldn’t offer a better solution, so after we were a few paces away, he shrugged, and at his instruction they all turned turned their backs. Andi carried on dragging me until we were a good 30 yards away, out of earshot; she wanted the illusion of privacy.Once we stopped, I was extremely embarrassed, and didn’t quite know what to do. I stood beside her, with her to my right, and held my arm out stiffly for her to grab. I was chivalrously looking to my left. Andi wasn’t satisfied though. “You can’t hold me steady if you don’t look at me; if I start to topple, you’ll need to adjust your grip. You’ve seen a girl pee before, havn’t you? Don’t be such a prude.” Well, as it happened, I hadn’t seen a girl pee before, but I was struggling all week to fit into a group 3-to-4 years my senior, and I wasn’t about to remind canlı kaçak iddaa her again how young I was. So I turned to face her. She pushed her walking trousers down as far below her knees as they would go. Wow, nice legs! I had a moment of realisation; nice legs, nice face, nice personality, nice tits, … nice everything. I might fancy this girl! Then my eyes automatically took in her red-and white stripped panties. Cute!She caught my gaze, and chastised me, “No staring down there, look at my face while I do this!”. But she said it kindly, and with an amused smile, as if she didn’t really expect me to be able to obey. Then in a swift single move, she whipped down the pretty panties, grabbed both my wrists, and squatted. I had to brace, as she had been right, she was pulling me hard forward, and would have toppled backwards without my help. She really had needed to go, and as soon we were steady, I heard a sound like the garden hose, going full blast. Whether I had intended to hold her gaze, I don’t know, but the extraordinary sound made me glance down. And once I glanced, I couldn’t break away. This was my first pussy, and I remember it like a photo. Her ankles were tied together by the bunched up trousers, but to give her pussy space to pee, she had her knees as wide appart as she could get them. She had a triangle of dark brown curly hair, quite thick, but not completely hiding the skin beneath. Below that, hanging down by about 1/4 of an inch, were the wonderful pink flaps I didn’t know anything about before that day. And from them, almost straight down, came a fierce stream of almost clear pee. I was mesmerised, and beyond excited. Finally, the stream ebbed, and then trickled to a halt. Andi’s pussy twitched a couple of times, and finally I came to my senses, and quickly looked back up at Andi’s face.I expected to find her red-face with anger, but instead she looked very amused. “Did you enjoy that then, you bad boy?”. I tried to bluff it, “Um, no, of course not, I’m just trying to help you”. But her eyes flicked down to the bulge in my trousers, and we both knew I was completely aroused. I felt my face go crimson, and I couldn’t understand why she wasn’t mortified, too. “Never mind that now, we’ll discuss your punishment later. Meanwhile, I didn’t think to bring a tissue with me; I don’t suppose you have one? Otherwise I’m going to have to finish the walk with a wet crotch, which will be horrid.” The words “wet crotch” sent me almost wild with desire, but I was starting to have feelings for the girl, and didn’t want her uncomfortable. I had no tissue, but the jumper I was wearing had been on me for three days, in rugged outdoor use. It even had some sheep crap on it, so how much more disgusting could it get? I slipped my right wrist from Andi’s grip, making sure she was still fully supported by my left. Then I found a clean part of my cuff, and pulled that down over my hand. I held canlı kaçak bahis Andi’s eye for a few moments, allowing her the chance to protest. Her eyes went soft, and she looked down at the ground, which was all the permission I needed.I looked back down, reached between her thighs, and gently wiped her pussy, to make sure I got her completely comfortable. I tell you, I was entirely innocent at the time, and had no idea that what I was doing might arouse Andi. After I was sure she was dry, I gave a couple more rubs directly up and down her slot, just for my own pleasure. It was a thin summer jumper, and I was trying to feel what a pussy was like through it. Who knew when I might get the chance again? I knew I was taking a huge liberty now, and I expected her to sharply tell me “That’s enough!”, and to be in some real trouble after the walk. Instead she sounded calm, and almost out of breath, when she simply announced that “We had better get back to the others”. I was just wondering what to do about the lump in my trousers, when I felt myself cum! I hadn’t rubbed myself or anything; just the act of drying Andi’s pussy had made me cum in my pants. So now I was the one having to walk with a wet crotch, but at least I got back to the group without an obvious boner.I was in a daze for the rest of the Exercise, but my team made it to the rendezvous on time, and without further incident. Andi and I didn’t say much to one another, and I avoided eye contact, but we hadn’t interacted much before, so noone noticed anything odd in our behaviour. In the bus back to the farm where we were staying, I was brooding on the fact that I had definitely been very ‘naughty’, and I was afraid Andi would complain about me, and I would be in serious trouble, maybe even sent home. But we got back late afternoon, and had a free couple of hours, followed by supper, and by late evening, I was starting to relax. I had enjoyed my first pussy, and got away with it!Around 20 minutes before lights-out, during the regular after-supper free period, Andi found me in the courtyard, leaning on a dry stone wall, enjoying the sunset in solitude. I heard someone approach, but didn’t know who, and didn’t turn around until, close by, she softly told me, “You don’t suppose I can let your behaviour go un-punished, do you?” I felt sick with panic, and turned intending to plead with her. But she had that amused smile again, so I just waited to see what she was thinking. After an uncomfortably long pause, I tried bluff again. “I just held your balance, and dried you when you asked me to!”. She came back with a hissed whisper, “You stared at my pussy, and then rubbed me until you came!”. Damn, she had noticed that, had she? And now she seemed fierce, not amused at all. She carried on, still in the angry whisper, “Come to the barn with me, and let me punish you myself, or should I just tell everyone?”Obviously, I followed her to the barn, on bahis siteleri canlı the opposite side of the courtyard to the main buildings. Once inside, and dimly lit by light from the main buildings, she revealed my punishment. “You stared at my pussy, now I get to see your cock. Drop your trousers!”. Frightened, I obeyed. She looked at my floppy cock. She snarled, “It wasn’t like that this afternoon, was it? Make it grow for me!”. But I couldn’t; I was 13, and didn’t understand that this was a sex game. I thought I was really being punished, and so not at all excited. “I… I can’t!” I waivered, close to tears. Realising her approach was too stern, Andi immediately softened again. “Please, I want to see it big, so I’ll help you, but you HAVE to stay where you are standing; ok? No coming closer.” More confused than ever, I could do nothing but agree. Andi stood by hay bale about 8 feet from where I stood, then took off her panties from under the knee length skirt she was wearing. Then she tossed me the panties, and told me to keep then as a souvenir! Part of my brain was still functioning, and I remarked that these, a plain lemon yellow pair, were not the ones she had on earlier. “Of course not”, she explained, “After what you did to me on the moor, I creamed those ones all the way home! I had to change before supper.”I was more relaxed now, and dimly starting to understand that she was being flirty. But my cock was still limp. Andi lifted the skirt, and then sat on the bale. She had her knees as far apart as she had on the moor, but now her feet were planted wide outside her knees, on the bale, with her back to a rough timber joist. I was looking much less down on her, and more on a level, and had a much better view than before, even in the dim light. I could now see a dark hole, near the back of her slit, which I knew wasn’t her asshole, and it had some milky wet stuff coming from it. Then Andi took a little of the wet stuff on her fingers, and began to rub it in, like hand cream, to the very top of her slit. I began to feel dizzy, when she barked, “Don’t move!”, and I realised I had been shuffling nearer to this fascinating sight. I checked by progress, without retreating, and my cock finally caught up with the situation, and was soon rigid. “That’s better”, she approved, “Now, can you wank for me?”I could! I did! I managed only a few strokes though, before I shot my second load of the day. I caught it in my left hand, which still had the lemon panties in it; damn, I ruined my souvenir. Andi then had some kind of fit, but before I could become concerned, it was over, and she stood up, smiling at me. “Did you just cum in my panties”, she asked. I admitted I had. “In that case, give them to me. They’ll be MY souvenir; I’ll give you another pair”. I handed her the spoiled panties, and we adjusted our clothes, and went to our separate dorms for lights out.My tale ends there. Whether she just forgot, or thought better of it, I don’t know, but I never got those souvenir panties. The next day the course ended, and I had no contact details, so Andi slipped out of my life. I still sometimes thrill at the memory though, and I hope you enjoyed my tale.

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