Part 7: Going Home

I just laid on the beach for a while enjoying the warm sun while Darren rested beside me. I wanted to lay there forever but I knew we had to get some lunch and go home.

I stood up and straight away realised that the back of my skirtini was covered in sand where the sand had stuck to the wet fabric. I tried to brush it off but it just stuck to the wetness.

Darren noticed. “You’re not getting in the car all covered in sand like that.”

Darren had obviously not noticed his cum running down my thighs or that would have worried him a lot more.

I thought quickly. “Why don’t we eat at the Quantock Dog. They do meals and we can sit outside in the sun while I dry off.”

“O.K.” Said Darren and we headed for the steps.

Darren took great delight in looking up my skirt as he followed me up to the top of the cliff.

We got to the pub and it was quite busy. I think everyone must have thought it was a good idea to sit outside. We quickly studied the menu and I sat down at the only available table while Darren went inside to order.

I wanted to wet myself again one last time before we went home, but where I was sitting was a bit too public for my liking. I did not have much in my bladder anyway having not long ago peed on the bed at the B&B.

Darren came out with a pint of cider for me and a cola for himself. “They nearly didn’t serve me it would appear you are supposed to wear a shirt!”

I laughed.

Darren continued. “It was only that I ordered meals as well and we are outside that they relented.”

“Well done.” I said to Darren.

I was thirsty and had nearly drunk all my cider by the time my chicken goujons had arrived. Darren kindly ordered me a second pint.

I was about half way through my meal, and well in to the second pint, when I felt a tingle in my bladder. After a pint and a half of cider the pub garden did not seem anywhere near as crowded as it had been when we first arrived.

I continued to eat but my bladder started to niggle me, and I knew I would have to pee. Fortunately I was not too inebriated to realise that if I tucked my feet under the chair I would be able to just pee on the back of my legs without anyone noticing. I looked around, then took a long sip of cider, and relaxed my bladder.

I felt my pee warm up my skirt and then I felt it trickle through the rattan seat on to the back of my legs.

I just sat there with my glass in my hand poised ready to sip as I let my pee flow increase.

Darren must have heard my pee hissing out. “Are you...” He asked.

I kept peeing, nodded, and took another sip of cider as my pee warmed my ankles and feet.

My bladder was soon empty. I smiled at Darren and continued to eat my meal. Darren resumed eating his meal too, having paused while I was peeing.