Part 4: An Evening Meal

Feeling comfortable drinking tea with pee pooling around my bottom and trickling on the floor I asked Margaret. “Is there anywhere nice around here to eat?”

Margaret answered. “The only really outstanding place I can think of without going too far is ‘Big Fish’. It is one of ‘Fryer’ Todd’s restaurants. You might remember him from being the runner up on the Superchef reality show a couple of years ago. You usually have to book a table about three months in advance because it is the place to go for a special meal. He does triple fried chips, the finest battered cod, and grilled salmon to die for. It is very nice there.”

Darren’s tummy was waking up and he was showing interest. “It sounds great, but we don’t have three months to wait!”

“Don’t be silly.” Said Margaret. “I know Demelza who does his bookings. They always keep a table or two spare in case they get any V.I.P requests to drop in. I am sure I can get you a table for tonight. Would you like to go?”

“Yes please.” Darren and I chorused in unison.

Margaret smiled and picked up the phone.

While Margaret made the arrangements, including arranging the restaurant limousine to collect us, the flow of my pee waned. I savoured the last of the puddle surrounding my bottom on the chair.

Margaret finished the call. “Right, all done. Limo will be here at seven. Time to be glamourous. Do you have glamourous?”

I smiled and answered. “Oh yes. I have my silver sequin boob tube and a slit to the waist black maxi skirt with a white rose pattern on it. I was hoping we could get to go somewhere nice.”

Margaret suggested. “You had better get ready then. There is plenty of hot water for the shower.”

I stood up and the wetness on my bottom trickled a little down my thighs. Darren and I went upstairs to our room as droplets continued to run down my legs.

When in our room I sat on the bottom of the bed gazing at the view out of the window. I was hoping that Darren was enjoying our holiday as much as I was.

“Darren.” I called. “Darren, would you like to pee on me?”

Darren turned from gazing out of the window and by the time he was facing me he had unzipped and was beginning to unleash his stream of pee in to my lap.

I had not expected Darren to be so quick and had not intended that he pee on my summer dress, but the damage was done so I just sat there while Darren continued to empty his bladder on to my dress, first he soaked the skirt and then he started painting the whole of the front of my dress with pee. It was lovely to feel warm pee on my skin again, and it was lovely that Darren was enjoying peeing on me.

Darren’s pee ran down my front and my crotch, tickling my clitoris, and started to wet the bed under my bottom. It felt nice to be sitting in warm wetness again.

Darren’s flow started to reduce as his dick became harder. He found it hard to aim low and his jet was coming closer and closer to my face. I threw my head back and he peed in to my collar and his pee started to run down inside my dress.

Soon Darren’s pee stuttered to a stop. Immediately Darren pushed me back on the bed and made love to me. He was very enthusiastic. I was surprised at how he was able to go on so long and so energetically being not so long since we did it on the beach.

Eventually I was rewarded with Darren throbbing his cum in to me, and this tipped me over the edge of orgasm. We were spent!

We laid there for a few minutes, trying to summon the energy to get ready.

Eventually Darren rolled off of me and I sat up. I looked down and saw that my summer dress was not in a fit state to be worn in public now, not without being washed. I would have to wear something else tomorrow.

I kicked off my shoes then stood up and let my now soggy and heavy summer dress fall to the floor. I grabbed a towel and went off to the bathroom with it over my arm.

I showered, spending a lot of time washing cum off of my thighs. As soon as I thought I had finished more appeared.

Eventually I finished and handed the ‘baton’ to Darren who had his shower. I had quite a long spray of my ‘Chanel Eaux Chanel Paris’ that Darren bought me for my birthday before I put on my silver sequin boob tube and stepped in to my slit to the waist maxi skirt. I felt very glamourous as a walked over to the dressing table with my legs showing with every step.

As I sat my skirt fell away completely and I could see all the way up to my crotch in the mirror. I knew I would have to be careful to ensure that only Darren could see everything.

I had just started doing my hair when Margaret popped in with a tray of tea. “To keep you going.” Margaret said.

I was a bit worried about the state the room was in. The bottom of the bed was soaking wet and my soggy dress was still on the floor, but Margaret did not comment.

I did my hair while Darren showered and then spent about fifteen minutes selecting the right jewellery while Darren dressed. Darren looked very sauve in his suit with cufflinks and a tie pin, and I was just trying the fifth pair of earrings when Margaret called up to say that the limousine had arrived, but not to rush as it was ten minutes early.

Still, we were pretty much ready and I was happy with the earrings I had in. I quickly put my nicest heels on and got Darren to help me put the matching necklace to my earrings round my neck. Darren kissed me on my neck before guiding me down stairs in front of him.

“Wow!” Said Margaret as we entered the kitchen.

I had me knee forward showing a lot of leg.

I smiled, and presented Darren. Darren did look especially nice. I was very proud of him.

Margaret spoke again. “Quite the glamourous couple. You will have a lovely time this evening. Have fun!”

I said. “Thank you. I am sure it will be lovely.”

Darren led me outside and Margaret stood and watched as the driver held the door open for Me and Darren to get in.

It was only a ten minute ride to ‘Big Fish’, but we felt very important as none other than ‘Fryer’ Todd himself was standing at the door to greet us. ‘Fryer’ Todd kissed my hand. I wanted to curtsey but felt it might be a bit inappropriate he was not royalty or anything.

‘Fryer’ Todd spoke to Darren. “Thank you for coming. Everything is on tonight, but we have spider crab soup as an extra, and the sea bass is particularly good today. Let me show you your table.”

He led us through the restaurant to what must have been the best table in the house. we were seated ninety degrees apart in a bay window looking out to sea where the sun was beginning to set. I was surprised at the view since we were quite a way inland. Probably not as surprised as Darren was when he looked down at my lap and he could see all of me up to my waist. I adjusted the table cloth so that the waiters could not see what Darren had seen.

We both started with the spider crab soup and a glass of the recommended Puligny Montrachet burgundy. I was really wanting a pint of cider, but this was a rare treat so both Darren and I were taking it very seriously.

We were soon on to the main course. I had set my heart on the grilled salmon, and had a glass of Falanghina with it. Darren was sold on the sea bass and had a glass of Grüner Veltliner with it. I had not heard of any of these wines before, but they really were excellent and enhanced the flavour of the meal. The wines were so good that we both had an extra glass.

I am not sure that we should have had the extra glass. Each glass appeared to hold about half a bottle, and it was the good stuff. By the time we had the second glass I had stopped worrying about what it was doing to Darren’s bank balance, and was not worrying too much about hiding my crotch behind the tablecloth.

By the time we were on the profiteroles Margaret’s tray of tea was starting to have an effect.

I told Darren. “I will have to go to the ladies.”

Darren was a little concerned, and pointed to the far corner. “The ladies is right over there. You can’t walk all the way over there showing your fanny like that. You will have to hold it. You won’t take long to eat those profiteroles if past experience is anything to go by.”