Part 6: Checking Out

We ate our breakfast and went back up to our room. My skirt was very wet and still clinging to my legs as I walked.

Back in the room I wanted to experience wetting the bed for a last time before we packed to go. I just sat down on the end of the bed and peed through my skirt. I squeezed hard to feel the intense warmth of my pee force its way between my thighs. I could feel my pee wicking down my skirt and dripping down the back of my legs. Unfortunately I did not have a lot in my bladder, but it was nice.

Darren heard the hissing of my strong stream and immediately unzipped and before I had finished peeing he peed in to my lap. Margaret’s tea is like magic in the way it almost instantly made its way to our bladders.

Darren’s flow slowed and the last drips landed on my knees. Darren started to undress, and I stood and removed my boob tube before I let my skirt drop to the floor and then took off my shoes. We both walked to the bathroom naked carrying our towels.

We showered together. The idea was to save time but we spent a lot of time soaping one another down and we both got quite stimulated. We managed to refrain from having sex in the shower because it was a bit too cosy and we did not want to risk injury.

While we needed to check out of the B&B we still had most of the day left, so we decided we would spend it on the beach. Darren wore his swimming shorts and a tee shirt, while I put on my skirtini before we packed.

Margaret had kindly hung up my summer dress to dry, and it had dried nicely, but my skirt was still soaking wet. I just wrapped the skirt in my summer dress and hoped it would not soak everything else in the case.

We went downstairs and Margaret was in the kitchen. She had changed in to an orange gingham dress.

“I hope that you have enjoyed your stay. It has been lovely having you here. Would you like another cup of tea before you leave?” Margaret asked.

I answered. “It has been a lovely stay. We have enjoyed everything. The pub, the restaurant, the beach, and the countryside. everything here is delightful, and wetting the bed has been rather fun too, I had not done it with Darren before. I probably should not have tea because I will sit here and end up wetting my skirtini skirt and it is the only dry skirt I have left!”

Margaret always has an answer. “I have just been ironing, I have my yellow gingham dress right here if you want to wear that while you drink your tea, just in case.”

I thought for a few seconds. “Thank you for the offer, we will have tea, but I will take my chance wearing my skirtini. It will be a good test of my self control if I still have any.”

Margaret and I laughed.

Darren and I sat at the kitchen table and Margaret made the tea. My skirtini skirt was so short that I was just sitting on the hem and could feel the wooden chair on my fanny.

The tea soon arrived, and Margaret sorted out our bill. I don’t know how much it was because Darren paid with his card, but I did see him give Margaret a forty pound tip. Darren had enjoyed the stay as much as I had.

Margaret joined us and we drunk our tea. Darren explained that we were going to the beach before we went home to make the most of being at the seaside.

I found it hard to concentrate on the conversation. Wearing such a short skirt and feeling the seat on my bare fanny was stimulating me a bit.

I took a sip of tea and felt a tingle in my bladder. I could not help myself from relaxing and letting my pee go. I felt my pee pool between my thighs breifly before my pee started to drip off of the front of the chair on to the back of my legs. It felt nice to be enjoying the last few minutes of our stay like this.