“Here goes, I dare you to tell me who has the better body, me or Ms. Petersen, assuming you have seen her naked. Ms. Petersen used to be an attractive woman.”
“Yes I have” Brad says. He doesn’t hesitate. “You definitely are hotter than Ms. Petersen after what I saw today.”
Brads’ leaned in close to me with his hand still wedged between my thighs with his weight on it.
In a barely audible reply, I utter “what did you see today?”
“An unbelievable set of tits and a killer ass. I never dreamed you looked that good, I only wish I had been closer. Brad smiled a little then continued; “Truthfully I was so far away I really didn’t get a close up of anything, just your outline.”
“Well I’m sure what you are imagining is far better than the real deal.” I commented. “I’ve definitely got to pee. what do you think I should do?” I stated looking around.
“I just don’t think you’ve earned the right to go yet” he says in a very dominating voice.
I can imagine how some young teenage girl would be completely cowed under by him, because I am.
“What would I have to do?” I asked quite curious.
Brad’s hand slips up my thigh.
I’m so fucking wet, this could get embarrassing.
His hand continues to move and he lets it rest on my stomach bulge. His other hand on my head tightening a little in my hair. Just a sense of intimidation was being conveyed.
Brad starts massaging my stomach and then starts using his fingers on me, deeper and deeper, continually moving, causing me to squirm. The sense to pee is overwhelming me.
“Please Brad, that hurts!” I say, half laughing. But he’s pushing firmly now with his palm.
What would you be willing to do?” He asks.
I went from uncomfortable to an almost uncontrollable urge to pee in a couple of seconds.
“Oh god Brad stop, Im gonna go , you’re so bad.” I whined.
He is so damn big, he could do anything he wanted to me and I couldn’t stop him even if I wanted to.
His hold on the nape of my neck is domineering and he starts randomly pushing in different places with his fingers again.
“OOHH Brad stop I’m gonna go on you, just tell me what you want!” I said, giving up.
Brad invades my space by leaning into me. His size and weight force me to fall back where my hands brace myself on the tent floor, my shirt riding up exposing my pussy. Brad applies pressure again, by jamming a finger in my stomach.
“Ok! What!! Tell me.” I pleaded half laughing and crying.
“I will let you pee, if you kiss me while your going.” Brad whispers to me.
I’m a big girl, I can deal with this.
“OK OK!! Lets hurry up and get outside.” I pulled myself up quickly out of his grasp and started getting up, I’m on a mission to pee.
Brad holds my arm tight like I’m his prisoner or something and navigates the tent flap one handed.
He wordlessly guides me as we run the few steps in the wind and rain, to the nearest 4 wheeler. He quickly spins me around, lifts me up and plops my ass roughly on the rear 4 wheeler rack. Before I can adjust anything he lifts my legs up and sets my feet on the outer rung. Out of necessity I scoot back.