Date: Sat, 12 Apr 2008 21:36:16 +0200 (CEST)
From: Teresa Yam <trevor@maytum.fsnet.co.uk>
Subject: THE PICNIC (Category: Lesbian Romance - Mild Pissing)

A high school girl proves her love to her aunt...

THE PICNIC

I had been staying with my Aunt Alice in Virginia for the summer. It had
been long and hot, but we were now approaching fall and the temperature had
started to cool at last. I was sad because I would be saying goodbye in a
few days to return home to prepare for my final year at high school.

It was my eighteenth birthday and Aunt Alice had promised me a special
treat. She was going to take me for a picnic by the river at the foot of
the mountains.

It was such a nice place, right beside the wide river lined with incredibly
tall pines, and beyond that, the Blue Ridge Mountains. Aunt Alice spread a
red tartan blanket on the ground and I helped her bring all the food
packages from the station wagon. Then I helped her unwrap all the things
and then to set it all out. It looked so lovely and appetising and I wished
that these happy times could go on forever.

After we'd eaten and drank far too much, Aunt Alice said, "Well, honey,
I've just got to find me a quiet spot where I can pee."

"Can I come, Auntie Alice? I think I feel the need too."

"Come on," she said, and held out her hand.

We found a nice sheltered spot only a few yards away, under a mountain ash,
which was ringed by bushes, where shafts of sunlight sliced through the
branches and settled in mottled pools on the grass.

"Just here, honey. This is going to suit us just fine," she said.

I stood still for a moment while Aunt Alice looked around her.

"Go on then, Sugar -- you first! You can do it here. There's no one to see
you."

"Well, apart from you that is, Aunt Alice."

"Don't mind me, honey. Your Aunt Alice ain't gonna embarrass you none."

When I saw that she intended to stay and watch me pee, I thought: "Oh, what
the heck. She's only my aunt, after all."

She folded her arms and watched me pull down my knickers. I held them out
the way and crouched, but I just couldn't get started. When I knew it
wasn't going to happen I apologised and got to my feet.

"What happened, Sugar? You kinda jammed up?"

"I'm sorry, Aunt Alice. I guess I just got tight all of a sudden. I'm not
used to somebody watching me."

"It happens. It'll come again when it's ready."

I started pulling my underwear back up.

"No need for that," she said, smiling. "Just step out of them, honey.
There's something I want to show you."

"Are you going to pee too, Aunt Alice."

"Better'n that, honey."

She walked off a few paces, made sure there was nobody else about, turned
around and looked at me. There was a curious look on her face.

"Take off the rest of your things, Sugar, there's a good girl. And when
you're ready, come and lie here on the grass."

I did as she said, folded my clothes into a neat pile on the ground beside
me and then walked over to where she stood waiting in the half-shade of a
tree. Then I got down and lay on my back, looking up at her big smile and
crinkly eyes, the whites of which were like saucers flashing in the
dark. The parched grass was itchy and made me wriggle about. Aunt Alice
laughed heartily. The sun came from behind a cloud and went right into my
eyes, dazzling me so that I had to hide behind my hands.

Then, without a word, she stood over and astride me and lifted her
flowered, cotton dress, holding it out like a parasol. I was absolutely
astonished to see she had nothing on underneath.

"Is that better, Sugar? Is the sun out of your eyes now, honey?"

"Oh, yes, Aunt Alice, much better."

It was indeed. But best of all, I could see her naked charms and for a
moment I wondered if she had simply just forgotten to wear her
underclothing today, or perhaps it's exactly what she'd intended?

My heart beat wildly as I gazed in disbelief at her secret place â€" her
`winkie', as she liked to call it.

And then she said, "Now Sugar, honey, all you have to do is to lie still. I
have a special birthday surprise for you. Today, as it's your special day,
I'm going to baptise you with God's water."

I was wondering just what she meant by "God's water"? Aunt Alice liked to
give me surprises every now and then. But I was puzzled by her intentions
as she continued to hover over me, protecting me from the sun. I gazed up
and down at her long, well muscled legs. They looked strong, yet soft and
were the colour of dark-roasted coffee, paling to a lighter hue at the
tops, and almost yellow-white where her underclothes should have been. I
suddenly felt quite light-headed and breathless.

It was at the tops of and between her legs that I just stared in
amazement. I couldn't believe the amount of hair that formed the big black
triangle there. I had never seen anything like it before in my life and
wondered if that's how all girls become eventually? I had been a late
starter and my own hair was still quite soft and downy and fair in
colour. I had only started to physically mature in the last two years.

Aunt Alice's great bush looked so luxuriant, almost glossy. Oh what a
glorious sight this was to behold and my heart thundered in my ears as she
shifted her balance and brought one hand up inside her dress and started
fingering her `winkie' â€" as if she was tickling it.

"Are you ready, Sugar?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Then close your eyes now...  They closed, honey?"

I did as I was told. "Yes, Aunt Alice. I've closed them all right."

"You sure, now?"

"Yes, Aunt Alice. I promise you."

"Okay then. Good girl."

For a moment nothing seemed to happen, and then I heard a soft hissing
sound and felt the warm water splashing down onto me. It made me jump and I
could not help but let out a tiny shriek and at once I opened my eyes. Dear
Lord God above, I could not believe it. Aunt Alice was letting go her pee
all over me. I tried to roll out of the way, but she trapped me with her
feet. Then all of a sudden, she stopped peeing.

"Stay there, Sugar." Her voice was firm but reassuring. "I think you have
been waiting for this for some time. Am I right, child?"

"Y-yes, ma'am." But I feel so ashamed."

"You have no need, my child. It is The Lord's work. Only he understands why
we do the things we do."

"Yes, ma'am."

"So, lie still and enjoy the gift."

"The gift, Aunt Alice?"

"The gift of love."

I saw her fingers going inside her again, and moving, slowly at first, then
faster.

"Do you love me, Sugar honey?"

"I do, Aunt Alice â€" more than anything in the world."

"Then drink from me, honey. Taste and swallow the holy water until you are
filled with the joy of our good Lord. Happy birthday, Sugar, and may God
Bless you."

And with that, she pulled her fingers from her body and started peeing
again. I did as she bade, marvelling at the tremendous stream now once
again spurting from between her legs as if a dam had burst. It was a
magnificent sight.

She was able to guide the flow by circling her hips and rocking back and
forth and by bringing her hand to bear, and using her fingers, she was able
to control the flow, varying it from a single stream to a wide, sprinkling
spray like that from a watering can. In this way she was able to soak every
part of my body. It was simply the most delicious feeling I had ever had. I
felt liberated. The warm splashes seemed to caress me, kiss me, bathe
me. And when I saw the `holy water' coming towards my face, I opened my
mouth and accepted `the gift'.

It splashed onto my lips and onto my tongue and some went down my throat as
well. It was deliciously warm and golden and salty.

I managed to take three good gulps before her spasms finally ended. I felt
a tinge of disappointment as the last drops of water dribbled down from
her. It was strangely exciting being under her dress and not being able to
see her face, although I secretly wished she could have seen me drinking
from her. Then she would've known how much I really loved her.

"Wait a moment, Sugar, don't get up yet," she said, passing me down a
pretty handkerchief. "Be a sweet girl and just dry me off, honey. Will you
do that for me?"

"Yes, ma'am. I dabbed at the glistening drops of moisture that had become
trapped in her hair. As I did this, I felt her move against the
handkerchief.

"Oh-my! Sugar, honey, you are such a sweet, sweet joy. You bring your aunt
so much happiness. God bless you, child."

Aunt Alice sounded breathless. Through the thin cotton of her dress I could
see her enormous bosoms heaving against the sky.

Then she stepped off and away from me, smoothed her dress, and patted her
hair. She offered me her hand and helped me to my feet.

"I hope you will come to stay with me again next year," she said.

"But of course, Aunt Alice. I love it here, being with you. You take good
care of me, and make me so welcome. I love your cooking, all the things we
do together. Of course I'll come next summer, if you would like me to."

"Oh, Sugar, honey. I'd love that more than anything. You can come every
year - and Christmas too if you've a mind to. We could have such a
wonderful time down here. You'll adore it. The snow on the mountains - and
the trees and the river freezing over. It's just... it's just so, so...
beautiful, honey."

Aunt Alice took my face between her hands and kissed my mouth. I felt the
lightest flick of her tongue in the brief exchange.

"Now, Sugar, you must go and bathe in the river, cleanse yourself. But be
careful, the current is strong. Do not go in too far."

"No Aunt Alice, I won't. Don't worry, I'll be careful."

"I'll butter some muffins with lots of jam for when you get back. And we'll
finish the cream soda and coffee before we go home."

I was so happy I could have cried. I had made Aunt Alice happy too. I was
sorry that our summer together was almost over, but she had asked me to
come back again and so I was full of joy. I felt so proud and carefree
skipping down to the water's edge. My hair flew around my head in gay
abandon and one time I actually caught a bunch of it between my lips. It
was damp and when I sucked the strands of hair through my teeth I could
still taste Aunt Alice's slightly salty pee.

When I got to the river and dipped my toes, the cold water took my breath
away; but when I had become used to it I lowered myself down carefully and
bathed while my heart soared to the heavens. I felt that my soul had just
been cleansed and set free, But there was something else too...

I suddenly felt a warm flowing sensation between my legs and when I looked
down into the river, a pale yellow cloud was spreading from me, colouring
the crystal clear water. I'm peeing, I thought joyfully. I am able to pee.
It has come at last.

Oh what happiness! Such sweet, sweet happiness! The release of all my
inhibitions had happened on this one special day. My eighteenth birthday.
Dear Aunt Alice. Thank you for setting me free. I do so love you!

Something told me I would never be quite the same person again.

THE END