Part 2: A Day Out

It was a nice day so we went to the beach. Not for a swim or anything, just to walk along the sand and take in the sea air. Fortunately the beach was quite deserted or a lot of people would have had a nice view of my bare bottom every time the breeze blew my dress up. Darren definitely appreciated the view as he kept lagging behind me.

We got to the end of the bay and walked up the cliff path, and Darren was very pleased to see a pub. It was quite idyllic. I sat outside while Darren got our ciders.

It was so idyllic that we stayed for two pints of cider each, and then had pasties for lunch.

I was about half way through my pasty when my bladder suggested that it was time I visited the ladies. I guess that the cider was having some effect in making me have deliberations about whether I should visit the ladies at all.

I was thinking that it might be nice to do every pee this weekend in the B&B bed. Could I fabricate an excuse to go back to the room for something? It would not take long to just sit on the bed and pee before we head out again for the afternoon.

As much as I did enjoy peeing in the bed, and this weekend had proved to be rather fun in that department, I decided that I should not be a slave to wetting the bed. There was more to this weekend.

After all, I had already done one pee not in the bed when I peed in the kitchen at breakfast time.

I looked around. It was only us sitting outside. I could quite easily pee here without anyone noticing. My dress was short enough that I was risking getting splinters in my bare bottom from the rough wooden seat anyway.

I looked around again, and no one was in sight, so I tucked my feet under the chair and relaxed my bladder.

I really did need to pee. Straight away I heard my pee hissing out and I felt it pooling under me before it almost straight away started to trickle on to the back of my legs. I just relaxed and let it come.

It felt very luxurious sitting there in front of the pub just peeing like that, especially as my pee started to warm my ankles and feet. I was in a sort of trance, just holding my pasty in mid air while I peed.

Darren noticed that I had stopped eating. “You O.K. Doll?” He asked.

I was not expecting him to speak, the surprise made me almost shut off the flow, but I managed to overcome the shock and continue peeing.

“I’m fine.” I said, adding. “I’m peeing.”

Darren just stared at me, his mouth agape.

My flow started to wane. I was disappointed. I squeezed hard to resume the flow, and my pee hissed a little louder.

I felt the last trickles on the back of my legs. “I’m done now.” I said, and smiled.

Darren shook his head. “In bed, and now in the pub. Have you peed in a toilet at all today?”

“No.” I answered concisely, adding glibly. “Why don’t you pee on my feet? Do you need to go?”

Darren looked a bit incredulous. “What, you really want me to pee on your feet, here, now?”

“Yes.” I said. “It is so nice and warm, and now I am empty. No one will see you get it out under the table and you can just aim it at my feet.”

I don’t know how I was thinking so straight after all that cider.

Darren paused for a bit and then spoke. “Not here, but you remember that cove we passed on the beach?”

I nodded, and quickly ate the rest of my pasty.

We headed back down the cliff path to the beach, my feet slipping in my shoes where they were soaking wet with my pee.

In no time we found the cove. We went inside and Darren suggested that I might like to bend over a big rock that was about waist high.

I bent over exposing my bare bottom and Darren grabbed my hips and slipped inside. I was so ready for him. His thrusts sufficiently vigorous that he was lifting me off of the ground.

It seemed like mere seconds before he started to pulse his cum inside me and he thrust himself up to the hilt and held me there. It felt rather nice like that being almost lifted off of the ground, I could have stayed like that all day.

Unfortunately Darren eventually became a little flaccid and slipped out. I stood upright and turned round.

Darren lifted me on to the rock and I sat there with my feet dangling. I did not have to wait long before Darren started to play his jet on to my feet and ankles. It felt lovely, all two pints of it.

When Darren finished he retrousered and sat beside me on the rock.

Neither of us said anything, we just sat and looked out to the horizon.