The soccer girl

A Walk To School

As I exited the fence of my house, I began to walk to school. It was a nice chilly day. I left school for two months for the Women’s World Cup, but the school excused me from any work. As I reached my school, I had drunk one of my eight water bottles. My bladder started to urge me , so I walked up to the open convertible and lowered my sweatpants as the nice breeze hit my waxed vagina.

As I aim my vagina and release a thick pale stream on the expensive leather seats, pattering and splashing as some hit the ac vents, I giggle a bit, knowing if the owner cleans their car, it will still going to smell like me as a suit-wearing businessman walks up behind me and taps my shoulder. “Young lady, would you like to explain yourself… Oh wait, you’re Ashley Sanchez, aren’t you?”

I nod yes as I turn to him; my stream accompanies me as I urinate on his expensive pants. “Hey, can you sign an autograph for my daughter? She loves you” I nod and sign the autograph while my stream destroys his expensive pair of pants and his Gucci loafers. “Pshhh,” the sound of my last gush escaping my pussy as I wipe myself, giving him my tissue to throw away.

(I hope you guys enjoy the story I decided to write short stories for this particular story so I could get them out faster and I wouldn’t get burned out. I hope you guys enjoy.)