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We leisurely walked along the sandy shore of the river. We didn't feel like swimming, so we just strolled, occasionally dodging the beachgoers.

The Outing With Sofia

I quickly put Sofia's panties in my pocket and ran my hands over her smooth hips, inviting her to squat down. She crouched down — I sat right in front. She had to spread her legs im

The Outing With Sofia, part 2

We walked hand in hand — I was in sneakers, and she was barefoot. In her free hand, she carried sandals because the heels were getting stuck in the sand. The day was turning to the evening, but the sun still provided a noticeable warmth. However, the more significant warmth I felt holding hands.

We were together for a couple of years — we had met on a dating site. Sofia was twenty-four back then, and I’m... I’m much older. Of course, there have been other women in my life. But what I felt when falling asleep and waking up next to her is incomparable to what I had before she entered my life.&nbsp;

Gentle, fragile, quiet, sensitive, meek, and shy, yet at the same time incredibly bright, lively, sensual, and passionate girl! And most importantly — mine and mine only! My dear Ukrainian sweetie…

Before that, when I heard the phrase “made for each other,” I chuckled, never grasping the meaning completely. But later on, I could say that about us. Nobody understood and felt me like she did. Sometimes, we didn't even need words to communicate. We could just be silent next to one another. And it's not because we had nothing to say. We wanted to listen to each other's silence and breath.

We were walking peacefully. But that didn't mean we were distant and thinking about different things. In such moments, we both thought about the future. I had already mentioned that Sofia was stepping beside me, placing her hand in mine. And the hustle and bustle of this suburban beach didn't touch us. We were there alone — everything around us existed in a parallel universe.

Of course, our relationship wasn't platonic! We had sex. A lot of it and often. And what sex it has been! I had nothing to compare it to. I never felt anything like that with any woman. She turned me on and attracted me literally in every way. The way she talked, the way she laughed and breathed. Even when she coughed — those moments, I wanted to hug her, hold Sonya tight, pity her, and take away that damn disease from my little angel to make her feel better.

Before and during sex, we sometimes preferred things that many would be too shy to discuss. But we didn't talk about it — we did some things! Sofia was my girl, not a secret from me whatsoever. And I appreciated that much! But the most crucial thing is that my lassie adored me... It's vital because only then could I truly enjoy myself when I was sure I was giving pleasure to her, my baby.

We walked through the entire shoreline and were heading back. We turned back to the path heading to the parking lot where the car was.

The sand changed for trampled ground right under our feet. We stopped, and Sofia, holding my elbow, put on her sandals. The path led us away from the beach towards a small park. Despite the late night, we often encountered noisy groups of people with swim rings and stuff.

“You know... I won't make it home,” she confessed almost in a whisper as we moved away.

I tightened my grip on her hand and started walking faster into the depths. I actually planned it all! This outing, the route back, the time and wine I almost forced her to finish when we got out of the car, and the wide sundress she wore instead of her favorite t-shirt and shorts.

Surprise! I've been there many times since I was a kid and knew the place well. With my heart pounding, I carried her through the thick bushes that grew everywhere. But no, I wasn't planning to secure her weeing. I intended to witness the process firsthand! Sofia knew how much I loved watching her pissing. And it excited her, despite her shyness.

This bottle of wine served a dual purpose: firstly, it was a substantial source of hydration for her petite body, and secondly — the alcohol diminished her sense of shame, giving me a great chance to watch her! The thought of it made my temples pound…

“Oh, wait, not so fast!” she squealed, following me through the bushes.

We soon found ourselves on a small lawn about 30 feet from the main trail. Around us were bushes about my height so no one could spot us from the outside. We stopped and waited for those who might have noticed us turning here to go further away. Meanwhile, I stared at her face, hugged her, and, kissing her forehead, whispered into her ear:

She settled, hugged me, and took a deep breath, hanging on my shoulders. I got under her dress with both grabby hands when I ensured nobody was around. I immediately felt the thin lace of her panties and pulled them down. She was hanging on with her shoes in hand, obediently lifting one leg at a time, carefully removing her panties.

I quickly put Sofia's panties in my pocket and ran my hands over her smooth hips, inviting her to squat down. She crouched down — I sat right in front. She had to spread her legs immediately, but my knees didn’t let her.

We both knew why we were there. We both were nervous and eager to start this embarrassing but exciting process. I loved giving her a feeling of embarrassment and encouraged her to get over it. Sonya was squatting with her legs spread wide, with the pussy all bare, looking straight into my eyes, waiting for some action or words from me.

She then embraced me again with her arms around my shoulders. And I smoothly but firmly lifted her dress edge, bringing her to her knees. Her wet and shaved pussy met my gaze. Seeing me shamelessly staring there, she tried to get her knees together but couldn't.

“C’mon, hon, don't hide it. Show me...” I whispered, gently wrapping my left arm around her thin neck.

I ran my right hand in her crotch, touching her tender flesh with all my fingers. I made several gentle circular movements, enjoying her nudity.

“Oh... I can't wait anymore, ouch...” She stumbled a little, but I held onto her.

“C’mon, sweetie, do it...” I buzzed, tickling her ass and swollen lips, carefully penetrating my middle finger deep in between.

“Sure you can... You'll piss right on my fingers! You did it before, remember?”

“I'll help you! I will gently stroke your shameless puss.”

She was ashamed of my words, especially dabbling sounds, but she couldn't hold back. Besides, she knew arguing with me at such moments was pointless.&nbsp;

“I want to feel your hot squirt! I wanna touch and caress your pussy while you're peeing, crouching down like a shameless bitch.”

Sofia took a deep breath and exhaled, then leaned slightly towards me and, pressing tightly against me, started peeing. I heard a quiet, distinct hissing sound — the stream poured out of her pussy —&nbsp; unforgettable! After a moment, I felt a hot moisture spreading out of her vagina.

I went crazy, playing with my fingers in that waterfall. Sometimes I let her urine hit the grass, but then I caught it again. The tiniest drops scattered around, watering her juicy hips and ass.

“Hey, wait for me! I can't go that fast. My shoes are rubbing!” a female voice shouted from nowhere.

My peeing girl flinched and briefly interrupted the process, but I kept quiet. Within a second, that familiar and exciting barely audible hiss reflected in my ear, and I resumed enjoying the process.

Incessantly, I fingered the pink petals of her inner lips, jerked off a small clitoris, and massaged it. At the same time, with my left arm wrapped around her neck, I lifted her head slightly so our lips met.

I noticed Sonya's eyes were closed — she melted like a marshmallow in my arms. My tongue penetrated her open mouth, meeting her soft tongue.

Gradually, she was almost over, and I began to massage her urethra with my finger so I could again feel a touch of warm moisture squeezing out of my woman.

When she was done, I could see her horny — she was all wet in her lube. I couldn't deny myself the pleasure of stroking her clit. I knew she loved it, so I didn't make her wait and immediately brought her to orgasm. Getting into the right rhythm, I stroked the clit until she cummed again. Pushing it hard, I felt the very moment.

“Good you are wearing a dress,” I said, kissing Sonya.

Of course, I didn't give her panties back! Sofia had to walk the rest of the way to the car, feeling the breeze with her juicy butt and pussy. I wouldn’t take them back until we got home. On our way, I kept pulling her dress up again and again. I touched her, ensuring her lovely pussy was still there. She was awesome, my charming Ukrainian girl.

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