"Oh! I didn't know anyone…"
"Shhh," Janice said, squatting on her heels and caressing the girl's trembling back. "It's all right, honey."
Somehow Janice didn't feel afraid or ashamed. She looked into the face of this woman and saw someone with the same feelings. She stopped trembling, still wrapped about the tree. Her gaze rested on the woman's thrusting tits, then traveled downward. She found herself staring at what was usually hidden underneath Susan's dress. She saw the nylons, with creamy smooth flesh bulging over the tops, and then she thrilled when she saw the dark curls of the woman's cunt. The realization that the woman wore no panties turned her erotic emotions on once again. She had wanted to go without her panties when wearing dresses, considering it wonderfully naughty, but had not had the nerve to do it yet.
"You watched me," Janice said in a soft voice. "You've been peeking at me." It was not an accusation, but a simple statement.
"Yes, honey," Susan replied softly. "I watched you jack off, and I loved it! It was so beautiful!"
Susan's hand moved up and down the girl's back, and she touched briefly at Janice's sweet ass. Then her hand moved up again – only now she closed her fingers over one of Janice's small springy tits. It was not Janice that gasped in surprise; it was Susan. She had never felt any other tit in her life except her own, and she was surprised at her sudden, unexpected boldness. Janice was not at all surprised; she was delighted at having her tit touched. She leaned back, bracing herself with her hands. Still gazing under Susan's skirt.