Part 5: Breakfast

Darren woke me in the morning with a cup of tea.

I rubbed my eyes and tried to wake up. “It’s too early.” I said thinking it must be about five o’clock still.

My skirt was still very wet and tangled round my legs making it quite hard to move as I tried to sit up, and the bed was still soaking wet and a bit clammy under me. I gave up trying to sit and just relaxed my bladder instead. My crotch felt instantly warm again and I felt the warmth spread under my bottom and down the back of my thighs guided by my skirt.

Darren held his dick in his hand and started to uncover me. “I was going to wait until you were sitting up, but I really can’t wait any longer. I gave you ‘till half past nine to wake up!” He said.

I was still peeing and enjoying my own warmth when Darren’s jet started to play on my legs. The warmth was nice and then Darren moved his jet and started to pee on my bare midriff before he started to soak my boob tube. While thoroughly enjoying the warmth that Darren was making I was wondering what Darren’s pee would do to the sequins.

I was still feeling a bit bleary even though it was not early at all. “You did not have to wake me. You could have just peed on me and let me sleep.” I said.

Darren went back to soaking my legs until his flow reduced to a trickle as his dick became too hard to pee, and then Darren made love to me quite deftly getting my skirt out of the way to gain access.

It did not take long for Darren to shoot his cum in to me as we bounced on the squelchy bed, and the throbbing of his orgasm again made me cum too.

I was pretty bleary before the lovemaking, and now I could hardly move at all, but Darren helped me to sit up and then sat beside me on the bed.

As I sipped my tea I felt warmth on my legs. Darren had managed to muster a little more pee and he made a little fountain that splashed my legs.

I finished my tea and Darren took my cup.

Darren slipped on his shorts, a tee shirt and his beach shoes. “Time for brekky!” He said in a very enthusiastic way.

“I need to shower and dress.” I protested. “I am soaked and dishevelled.

“You look great.” Darren lied. “Anyway Margaret does not stand on ceremony, she won’t mind at all, and breakfast will be ready at ten so we have five minutes.”

I twisted and put my feet on the floor, forgetting that I still had my shoes on as they suddenly hit the floor before I was expecting. I put my fingers through my hair to get it somewhat in place, and stood up.

“O.K. then. Let’s get breakfast over with.” I said.

Darren led the way down stairs and I followed with my soaking wet skirt clinging to my legs. As I entered the kitchen I saw Margaret in a blue gingham dress making tea while another lady sat at the breakfast table.

Margaret spoke. “Good morning Jenna and Darren. This is Demelza from Fish Group Restaurants.”