Cyclist in the park
Another hot day, the cheerful shouts of kids playing ball can be heard outside the window. It's nice that nowadays not everyone sits at home on computers and they find time for sports. Personally, I love riding my bike in our park in the evenings, with music in my headphones—I forget all the worries and problems that are catching up with me more and more often due to the summer internship at the university. The fourth year is coming to an end, and I still haven't cleared my debts. It's all because of my laziness, and it seems, precisely thanks to it, I still don't have a girlfriend and I live with my mother, who doesn't miss an opportunity to reproach me for it. Like, I've lived to be twenty
two, and I'm sitting like a parasite on her neck—a familiar and banal topic, but to my great regret, it's present in my life."Artyom, if you're going for a ride tonight, could you drop by Nastya's?"—my mother interrupted my inner monologue.
"Why? You know..."—I mumbled under my breath, displeased.
"I know! Just give her mother an envelope! That's all!"—closing the door, my mother left the room.
The thing is, Nastya is my cousin. It so happened that since childhood, we haven't liked each other much; by the way, she's a year younger than me. Although I've always liked her appearance, she has the worst character, constantly trying to insert critical comments, always some remarks, it's terribly annoying! During our last meeting, which was about a month ago, she made a remark about my wrinkled T-shirt when I came to them again at my mother's request, so I—as a rule—try not to appear in her sight.
After sitting at the computer for a couple of hours, evening came. I threw on a light T-shirt and sweatpants and trudged to the exit, anticipating the upcoming meeting with Nastya. Still, I should try to be polite; I don't want to ruin the mood.
I took my bike, grabbed the letter, and left the building. Despite the evening, it was still quite stuffy. Getting on my bike, I rode to Nastya's house; fortunately, it wasn't far, so after a five-minute ride, I was there. Carrying my bike up to the second floor, I rang the doorbell.
"Who is it?"—Nastya's voice came from behind the door.
"Artyom, my mom asked me to give your mom an envelope."
The door opened, where Nastya stood; judging by her wet hair and damp robe clinging to her slender body, she had just gotten out of the shower.
"Hey there, still on your old clunker,"—she quipped and smiled.
Silently handing over the envelope, I was about to go downstairs; I had no desire to continue our conversation.
"Wait, Artyom, can you help me with something?"—Nastya stopped me.
"Actually, I'm in a hurry, what is it?"
My tone hinted at a clear unwillingness to get involved with her, but she didn't care.
"I don't understand what's wrong with the laptop; it worked fine yesterday, but today everything is lagging."
"Well... I don't know, have you tried restarting it?"
"Are you kidding? Please, take a look, just leave your bike here, it won't get stolen."
Sighing at the hopelessness of the situation, I followed Nastya into the apartment; apparently, she was alone.
"Come in,"—she said and went into one of the doors.
Following her, a typical girl's room opened before me: scattered trinkets on the tables, half-open shelves in the closet, a carefully made bed, and a slight sweet vanilla scent lingering in the room.
"Here, look,"—sitting at the desk, Nastya pointed to an old laptop.
"I'll take a look now, but don't get your hopes up too much,"—I said bluntly.
Sitting down next to her, I smelled mint shampoo.
"See, as soon as I go somewhere, it starts lagging, it's driving me crazy!"—Nastya said nervously and lightly hit the table.
"Can't tell just like that, Nastya. Let me take it home, I'll figure it out tonight and bring it tomorrow."
This suggestion was the most optimal, as I didn't particularly want to sit here.
"Umm... okay, let me unplug the charger."
Nastya bent down under the table to disconnect the plug; as she lowered herself, the back of her robe slid to the side, thanks to which my view opened to a part of her pale butt, and since she had recently gotten out of the bath, she wasn't wearing panties.
"Where is it!"—Nastya shouted and delved deeper under the table.
Now I could fully see her ass and crotch, which was two meters away from me; the wet, carelessly shaved labia of Nastya's vagina were looking at me, my dick immediately got hard. Maybe what's happening right now isn't an accident, and she invited me specifically for this?
Gathering courage, I gradually approached closer, hoping to grab her by the waist and penetrate her.
"Finally!"—said Nastya and started crawling out from under the table.
No, this clearly doesn't look like a hint at sex. Adjusting her robe, she stared at the floor for a moment and blushed; it seems she realized I saw her slit.
"Umm... here,"—Nastya said in an uncertain tone and handed over the bag with the laptop.
"Yeah... I... I'll go,"—covering my erection with the bag, I turned around.
I answered similarly and started leaving quickly; I felt extremely awkward.
"So... tomorrow?"—she reminded me on the way out.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow."
Nastya abruptly closed the door behind me, and I started going down the stairs. Maybe this situation will bring us closer; on the other hand, maybe the opposite—she'll be angry with me for this. And although I wasn't to blame, I felt a slight sense of awkwardness. I should have said something or at least turned away, but the sight of her pussy was just too beautiful; as they say, it was impossible to tear my eyes away.
Getting on my bike, I hung the laptop bag on the handlebars and headed to the park; outside, it was gradually starting to get dark. Today is a weekday, so there weren't many people in the park.
Riding near the alley, I noticed a girl about eighteen years old riding past me on a bike with a happy expression on her face; it seemed that at that moment she was absolutely happy. Her long blonde hair gently fluttered in the wind, and due to the heat outside—her body was quite sweaty; I saw a bra showing through her white tank top.
For a second, our eyes met, and she rode past; I looked back to take a final look at her from behind. A beautiful butt, hugged by black leggings, slid with each pedal stroke on the seat; in my opinion, she was doing it with special effort.
After enjoying the sight, I rode home. It's quite strange; I've been riding here almost every day for many years, but I'm seeing her for the first time; well, I hope the meeting wasn't the last.
Coming home, I took a shower and lay down to rest. After a while, the phone rang; it was Nastya. Damn, I completely forgot about the laptop.
"Figured out what's wrong with the laptop?!"—she asked sharply.
"Umm... not yet, I'm working on it."
"I see, listen, I wanted to say..."—she said and fell silent.
"Well...?"
"I realized you saw; let's just forget it."
I was a little confused, simply not expecting such words from her.
"Umm... yeah... consider it forgotten."
"I hope so; I'm very embarrassed about it, don't think anything,"—it seemed Nastya was justifying herself.
"Don't worry, I understand everything."
"Okay, see you tomorrow, Artyom."
Hanging up, I finally remembered the sight of Nastya's beautiful vagina and tried to push it out of my head; despite the fact that it aroused me, I felt guilty about it; I think it's all my upbringing that I got from my father, like, respect women and never hurt them; he constantly told me the clichéd quote—"You can be infinitely right, but what's the point if your woman is crying."
Turning on the laptop and fiddling with it for half an hour, it didn't glitch once; I don't understand what happened to it. Just in case, I cleaned up junk and unnecessary applications, after which I went to sleep.
Tossing and turning in bed, I can't fall asleep—despite my efforts to dismiss today's image of Nastya's crotch, nothing worked, and I got aroused again. To relax and finally fall asleep, I decided to jerk off. I went to the bathroom. Imagining images of Nastya and the cyclist's butt, I started masturbating; soon I came. Flushing, I lay down again and quickly fell asleep. Good night.
Morning, it's twelve o'clock. After doing my chores and having breakfast, I thought about what to do today. Not coming up with anything, I sat at the computer until evening, when the phone rang again—Nastya again.
"Well, where are you?!"—her tone was more serious than ever.
Damn, I forgot about the laptop again; what's wrong with me?
"Oh, sorry, I'll bring it in a few minutes."
After taking a shower, I grabbed the laptop, threw on the same T-shirt with a light hoodie, and rode to Nastya's house. After a while, I was at her door; how do I look her in the eyes now? I felt a sharp sense of shame for yesterday. I rang the doorbell. Fortunately, her mother opened it; sighing with relief, I handed over the bag with the laptop.
Well, that's even better. Leaving the building, I turned on music in my headphones and headed to the park. About half an hour passed; the sun was slowly setting, but the heat still lingered outside; although a pleasant breeze was blowing on me, I still got tired and sweaty. Finding the first bench I came across, I sat down to rest.
My gaze was drawn to people walking in the park; as always, there weren't many—mothers with children, a man walking his dog, teenagers by the fountain, a girl on a bike... My gaze stopped on her; she was still in the same white tank top and leggings hugging her long legs. I noticed again how vigorously she moved her butt on the seat, pedaling towards the forest; I really wanted to ride after her and enjoy the sight longer.
Grabbing my bike, I quickly pedaled and picked up speed; after a few seconds, I managed to catch up with her, but I didn't get too close, about ten meters; I hoped she wouldn't turn in my direction.
About 5 minutes of riding passed; during this time, my gaze was exclusively directed at the blonde's beautiful rear; thanks to her sweating, the outline of her panties showed through the leggings. While watching this, I didn't notice how far we had ridden from the park. There were only trees around; I must say I was lucky that she hadn't noticed me all this time—I tried not to make noise.
Suddenly, the girl abruptly stopped and looked around; I quietly turned off the path and stood behind a tree. After a while, she also turned off the trail and walked with her bike into the depths of the forest. A strange situation, but I followed her, trying to move as quietly as possible and not make noise.
At one point, she put her bike on the ground and looked around again; I hid behind a tree, but it was dangerous; I felt like an agent tracking a particularly dangerous criminal. Peeking out from behind the tree, I noticed her rummaging in her backpack, which had been on her shoulders all this time; wet wipes appeared in her hands.
Looking around again—fortunately, not in my direction—she approached a tree and suddenly pulled down her leggings; her white panties appeared to me, after which she pulled them down too. Now I was looking at the smoothly shaved pussy of an eighteen-year-old girl; thinking that in a second she would start urinating, unable to resist arousal—I put my hand in my pants and started massaging my dick.
A second later, she squatted down directly facing me but not looking in my direction. I prayed to all the gods that my peeping at her would remain unnoticed. Hugging her legs with her hands, a golden stream of urine flowed from her crotch, accompanied by a sexy gurgling sound; I noticed how she looked up, opened her mouth, and closed her eyes; she had clearly been waiting for this for quite a while.
Unable to withstand this sight, I took my dick out of my pants, still hiding behind the tree, and started jerking off to the peeing blonde. The stream of urine from her pussy intensified and turned into a strong flow, causing splashes of urine to land on her sandals; feeling this, she spread her legs a little wider.
This magnificent sight continued for another minute, after which the stream began to decrease, and I was just a little bit away from cumming on the tree. Finishing, she lifted her butt and moved it up and down. Shaking off the extra drops from her labia—she brought a wet wipe between her legs and began carefully wiping her vagina. Enjoying the sight, I didn't notice how her gaze turned in my direction; I abruptly pulled my head behind the tree and hid my dick. Damn.
"Hey!"—she shouted in a frightened tone.
I froze.
"I saw you! No jokes, leave!"
She has a pleasant voice, but she's very scared; I still stood behind the tree, afraid to move.
"I'm calling the police if you don't leave!"—the girl shouted.
I didn't know what to do; I panicked. After a while, I heard rapid breathing and soft whimpering; she was gradually approaching me; the only option was to run, but I didn't.
"I see you! Come out!"—a voice sounded very close.
She saw me; continuing to hide was pointless. I came out—the girl stood near me, pointing pepper spray in my direction; her hands were trembling with fear, and her face was red with shame; I stood rooted to the spot and didn't know what to do next. We were both scared.
"Don't move, please!"—her voice trembled hysterically, a tear flowed from her eyes.
"Sorry, don't be scared, I'm not going to do anything to you."
Mutual silence arose; she looked at me fearfully, and I at her.
"I... I'm scared, please lea..."—at these words, she burst into tears but continued aiming the spray in my direction.
"I'm not going to do anything, I'm leaving now!"
After my words, I heard a sharp "Pshhh" and everything went black in my eyes; a second later, I felt wild pain and a cutting pepper smell in my nose; she sprayed me with that crap; I couldn't stand it, grabbed my eyes, and fell to my knees; my ears rang.
"Oh, God, I'm sorry, please!"—I heard a female voice through the pain.
It really hurts like