“Molested at the Park”

Copyright 2019 by tcs1963

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“Molested at the Park”

by tcs1963

It was a sunny Saturday morning, and I had decided to take a nice long bike ride. I had been wanting to get some training in before the “Breast Cancer Awareness” 20 K bike riding marathon.

School was out and it had been a moderately boring summer recess so far, and the marathon was going to be a highlight for me this year.

So, I got my dad to do some maintenance on my old trusty 10-speed bike and threw on my hot pink hot-pants and matching sports bra, and set out on my adventure.

When I rounded the corner of Elm Street, I could see the front of Rainbow Park. I decided to ride through and enjoy some of the scenery. Thinking that even if I am training, I may as well try to enjoy the beautiful sights and the beautiful day.

Turning onto the bike path I could feel the temperature change as the tree line blocked most of the sun. The cool air making my teen nipples stiffen inside my tight sports bra. My old bicycle seat had been incessantly teasing my little cunny, due to my movement and the taut fit of my shorts.

As I whipped my bike down the gravel paths, I kept thinking about my first sexual experience. My dance teacher used to touch me in the most intimate places during my private dance lessons.

I was so young when it happened that I didn’t understand the feelings she gave me, but now that I am almost eighteen I know she was actually grooming me. She never completely ravished my young body but her touches were magic to a blossoming young girl.

Lately, those thoughts had become paramount in my masturbation fantasies. Every time I rubbed my little pussy I would imagine her showing me how much fun it could be to have sex with an older lesbian woman.

That was a few years ago and me being almost eighteen now, learned to accept it for what it was. She had moved far away and I grew out of dance lessons. So I missed our private dance sessions and all of the hidden sexual fun we used to have together.

As I rode my bike through the park, admiring the great view and moderate weather, I realized I had to pee rather urgently. So I rode over to the ladies restroom. Locking my bike onto the bike rack I figured I would pee and have a tiny little break.

When I was walking to the door of the ladies room, I noticed this very pretty older woman sitting on the park bench across from the restroom. She gave me a mischievous smile and went back to reading her book. I smiled back and continued into the building.

After entering the stall and sitting on the toilet, with my bike shorts and panties around my ankles, I couldn’t help thinking of the sexy woman’s smile and what it meant. I let loose my stream thinking bad thoughts about the woman outside on the bench. “Was she a lesbian”? “Would she force or rape me”?

My thoughts were getting me more and more aroused and I was imagining her coming into the ladies room and ravishing my immature body, right there in the stall. But, to no avail, I had no such luck, so I wiped the urine droplets from my pussy lips and went back outside.