Posted by wetwednesday on January 20, 2000 at 04:05
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(With thanks to Angie. I hope you don’t mind me writing a “prequal” to the story I originally asked you about).
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Annie’s Holiday. A fantasy story.
It was Annie’s lunchbreak. She normally walked in the park like this. Today it was hot and sunny, late June. The flowerbeds were in full bloom, and insects hurried to pollenate the open heads. She let another squirt of pee go. It hit the grass between her legs, and the leaf she hit shone, now darker than before.
Her thin white knickers were in her pocket, taken off in the lift on the way out of the office. She was short, with dark hair and green eyes. Her skirt was black, chosen carefully so that wet spots would not show. Annie liked to pee free of restrictions, and was apparently an expert shot for stand-up invisible peeing. She also enjoyed wetting knickers and tights inside her Jeans and savouring the spreading warmth.
She could not really pee her knickers at all in the office, although she wanted to. Her Company operated a hot-desk system, so she never had a desk and chair of her own. She had tried some pee-fun there a few times, but once went too far and ended up with a wet stain on the chair.
She had panicked a bit, then put some papers on her chair and gone to get a coffee. She had stood the cup on her chair and “accidentally spilt it”. ‘Good aim’, she thought, ‘that will sort it’. She did not think anyone would be able to tell what she had really done. She didn’t really care. To be honest, if anyone in the office was able to recognise the smell of her pee through the smell of spilt coffee, it probably would be someone she would want to meet anyway. She had some good ideas of how she would like to be naughty at work, but could not carry them out… yet...
For her Lunch, she bought a hot dog from the stand near the Park gate. No-one was looking, so while the hot-dog seller was talking to her as he lifted the lid on the hot-dog tray, she let go another quick squirt, and thought about him. She missed slightly and her hot pee dribbled down her left leg as far as her knee. He was not bad looking, with a red tee shirt and his hair in blonde curtains. That was partly why she visited him most days. Later when she was home, she would remember him, her hot-dog Adonis. She wondered if the hot dogs were symbolic, but discounted that idea.
She dreamed of a guy like him, pure lust on one level, love and comfort on another. However her passion for pee fun always seemed to complicate things so far. She rarely had the opportunity or the courage to find a guy with whom she could be free. Her past boyfriends had thought her fetish a turn-on for a while, then cooled and moved on as the novelty wore off, some of them leaving her not knowing if they thought she was a freak.
She worked in a call centre in Bradford. She shared and island desk with three others, separated by low screens. She had returned to the office, donned her headset “Gaven and Whiteley good afternoon my name is Annie how may I help you”, she recited. She really hated her job. Most of her colleagues did too, and few ever stuck it beyond three months. She was leaving at the end of the week. She had a new job to go to, starting as a Legal Secretary. But first, she was going on holiday.
She had booked a small cottage near the Cornish coast for a fortnight, just for herself. She was twenty-seven and quite capable of amusing herself. Her Aunt and family were only fifteen minutes away in St Austell, so she would visit them if she wanted company above that she could find for herself in the nightlife of the busy seaside town. Anyway her cousin was up for a bit of clubbing, and a new nightclub had opened this year in a converted seafront Hotel.
Annie walked from her cottage to the beach, in the bright morning sun. She wore a mid-blue swimsuit, a sun hat, and nothing else. Her bag was laden with things she needed; 2 litres of Lemonade, magazines, towels, more towels, shorts, two Bikinis! She was up for some pee fun. Annie liked to go to this beach every year.
Often while she read her books and magazines, and watched the activity, the other people on the beach would have no idea she was wriggling on a thick damp fold in a rolled up towel. She sometimes hired a boogie board and a shortie wetsuit, and went surfing when the waves were good enough. While she was enjoying the waves and the success of catching a free ride to the beach, she sometimes peed as hard as she could in her wetsuit. She liked the feel of bathing for a while in her own hot pee. If she got it just right while laying on her surf board, she could send a warm flood of her own pee through her bush and get it to swirl round her tummy as she flew through the waves. She had never got it as far as her boobs, but she lived in hope.
She had been there three days now. As it was a patrolled surfing beach, there were lifeguards. Yes, she admitted, that was another reason she came here. This year there were four of them; one girl and three guys. There was a beach Café where she bought coffee and food. She considered the lifeguards. The girl was obviously verrrryyy friendly with one of the guys. Although they were professional enough not to openly snog on the beach, it was obvious they were an item. Something about one of the other two guys caught her attention. She was not entirely sure what it was, and studied him discreetly for a while.
She hoped he would follow the same pattern she observed earlier today and yesterday.
The tide was going out, and was by now some 300 metres from the head of the beach. Annie left her stuff and went for a walk. She took a detour along the beach and doubled back. She walked out of sight behind a rock outcrop near the waterline, and she waited, hoping the Lifeguards had not noticed her. The red and yellow flage which marked the safe swimming limit were by now a fair way up the beach and had to be moved.
Her heart pounded as she saw the Lifeguard she had studied set off to move the flags down the beach. She calmed herself and not too obviously, she skirted the rocks to stay out of sight. She watched him walk past with the flag, and plant it firmly in the sand. Then she could hardly believe her eyes. She saw a stream of yellow pee run out of his swimming trunks, black Lycra, and trickle down his legs. She sat up on the corner of the rock outcrop, watching him, about three feet off the ground, with her legs crossed in front of her. He peed more, and a stream gathered round his balls and dropped to the beach. She could only see from behind, but that was enough.
He turned round and froze. He was stunned, and flushed rapidly. She was smiling at him. He spluttered a few words hoping she had not seen him, but he knew it was too late. “And I bet you like to do that in your Jeans too” she said. She was smiling, but smiling kindly, not mockingly. He blushed again, but then regained a little pride and said “yes.. .. actually, I do”. Then she saw his eyes drop. He had noticed something. The rock, dried in the sun, was now changing colour before his eyes. There was a darker line appearing between Annie and the ground. She pulled up her crossed legs and moved her feet apart, so he could see more.
As he followed the line upwards, it drew him to a spreading wet patch, darkening the blue crutch of her swimsuit. She let go some more of her pee. A small spring of hot yellow pee ran out through the panel of her swimsuit, and ran down the rock between her heels. The she let it all go. His obvious excitement at the sight of her pee waterfall running into the wet sand and mixing in the small seawater pool at the base of the rock, was matched by her excitement at his obviously growing erection inside his swimming trunks.
He thought how she looked like a pixie on some sort of toadstool, or maybe Mermaids did really exist?
She thought her dream had come true. Here was a tall guy with perhaps not a six-pack but certainly a good four-pack, Blonde curtains and all, standing infront of her obviously very turned on by her peeing.
They talked for a while. “How did you know?” he asked. He had been into peeing for a few years, and had taken this summer job partly so he could enjoy himself in a way that other jobs couldn’t allow. She said “I guessed about you because it takes one to know one. I noticed you never went up to the loos, I noticed you always put shorts on to go to the Café, but took them off again to go down the beach. I noticed you planted the flags and then stood still for a while. Other things also. Most people would never notice any of that as significant, but I did”.
That evening, Annie was back at her cottage. She laid with her back on a bean bag, in front of the sofa. She had laid several towels out under her. She was going to pee and make it a day to really remember. She sipped her cocktail, taken from a ready-made bottle she bought at the supermarket earlier.
She let another gentle flow of pee go and fingered herself as it trickled into the towel. She wanted to make it last as long as possible. A first splash landed at the top of her right hip, then another at the top of her bush. Then as the flow came on and increased, he directed his jet from side to side across her waistline. His pee ran down the sides of both her hips a little. Then he aimed his strong flow of hot yellow pee right into the hair at the top of her bush. It ran through her hair like a tidal wave through the trees in a disaster movie, only this one was yellow, warm, and a feeling so exquisite like she had dreamed many times before, but now it was for real.
When he finally ran out of pee, she watched the last drops falling from the end of his firming penis. She reached slowly over her left shoulder and searched under the seat cushion of the sofa. She tore the end off the condom packet she had hidden there earlier. Squeezing the teat, she began to roll it down his rock-hard penis, and he did not need asking twice. She stroked his back with two hands, thinking that whoever Adonis was in history, that in her time, today, he was a lifeguard, not a hot-dog seller.
Annie is going to return from her holiday to take up her new job as a legal secretary. If you liked this story, I might write a sequel called “Annie’s new job” to explore what happened next. If I do, it will not be posted until February, so let me know what you thought, and maybe check out next month’s board.
LoL
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