Left, through the bushes

You and Ellen stand at the foot of the hill below the café. The path forks left and right to follow the river, or crosses the river to a quiet tree-lined neighborhood.

"Which way should we go?" you ask Ellen.

"Well, if we go right the path follows the river through open woodland. Left starts out through this overgrown abandoned orchard. It's kind of exciting to sneak around through the bushes. It comes out next to downtown. Or we can cross the bridge. That way the path kind of goes between people's back gardens and the river. It's a little quicker, and it goes by a few shops before it gets back to Widley."

"How about left?" you say. "I like being out in the country. It almost feels rural around Widley. Not like the college I go to."

"Okay, but let's take it easy," she says. "I don't want to catch my dress in the bushes." Though Ellen's wearing sturdy Doc Martens on her feet, she's still wearing the black floral print dress that she met you in.

"Maybe I should go first if it gets tight," you say.

"Okay," she says.

The left path starts out clearly enough along the river, but after a few dozen yards, the twiggy, overgrown little trees of an abandoned orchard grow more thickly around the path. The shade is nice on this warm day, and picking your way through the trees isn't hard. But where the path goes down a little slope, a newly fallen tree, a big cottonwood from the riverbank, blocks your way.

Most of the footprints on the path lead toward the river and the uprooted base of the tree. You can see muddy tracks across the base of the tree, but it doesn't look like something Ellen would like to try doing in her dress. You lead Ellen the other way to skirt the top of the tree, further away from the river.

As you pause to consider how to get back to the main path, you catch a flicker of movement. You squint through a break in the foliage like a little window, and can't help cracking a big smile.

"What do you see?" Ellen asks.

You put a finger to your lips and point. Ellen follows your pointing finger. Her eyes widen and she puts a hand to her mouth.

The break in the foliage, low to the ground, frames a young woman's head. She is looking down, and her hair falls over the top half of her face, hiding her features. But her chin and parted lips are visible, poised over the head of a fatly erect penis.

You enjoy the surprise glimpse of outdoor sex, but just as much, you enjoy watching Ellen watch. Her eyes are fixed on the miniature scene, and her mouth hangs open.

Through the bushes, you see the woman's lips part, and her tongue stretches out and circles the dome-shaped cock head. Soon her lips descend to take in the head. She tightens the circle of her lips around the shaft and bobs her head up and down. Faintly you hear a man's laughter. The lips release the penis, wet-tipped now and shiny. A woman's faint laughter echoes back to you and Ellen. Bodies shift behind the little break in the branches, and you can't see them any more.

You take Ellen's hand and prepare to proceed back around the fallen tree toward the main path, but she hesitates. You look round.

Ellen presses her knees together uncomfortably. "I suddenly need to pee, and I don't think I can wait till we get back to town," she says. "Can you watch out for me and make sure no one comes?"

"Sure, Ellen," you say. You're a little startled at her frank request, but you're happy to help.

"Don't worry if it takes a couple minutes," she says.

Ellen retreats into the bushes, not far away. You turn away to put her at her ease. You hear fabric rustling as she pulls up her dress. You recall this has happened before. When something makes Ellen nervous or excited, she often gets an urge to pee. It used to be a bit of a joke among the guys who dated her in her senior year of high school. Some even wondered if she was doing something else inside her panties.

Ellen makes a little "Oh!" and you worry she's been startled or lost her balance. You turn round and see she's managed to steady herself. But now that her dress is tucked up and her panties pushed down, you have a clear view of her creamy pink buttocks above the heels of her Doc Martens boots as she squats down to pee.

The nude butt of your number one crush girl is a beautiful thing to see, and your cock throbs against Amy's encircling satin ribbon. But as you enjoy your peek at Ellen's bottom, you notice something else that surprises you.