Having enjoyed our afternoon at the beach, we packed up our things and prepared to leave. We took the path that led along the foot of the bluff and then curved around and up to the top. I half hoped to see the people we had heard up there as Jean had jerked me off but there was no one. We continued along the path, and after we had gone half a mile or so I felt the pressure of a full bladder.
"Wait a moment, I need a piss."
I turned away from Jean, walked to the side of the path and unzipped. As I took my cock out, I saw that Jean had moved around and was watching me.
"Can I watch?" She asked, but she already was.
I stopped mid stream and let go of my cock.
"Of course. You can hold it for me if you like."
She reached out and took gingerly took hold of it.
"This is fun!"
She giggled, moving my cock around as I started to pee again, hosing down the undergrowth beside the path. But I hardened rapidly, and the solid stream turned to a spray and then pinched off. She circled my penis with her finger and thumb and moved my foreskin back and forth over its swollen purple bulb. It felt good, the cool of the breeze on my knob adding to the sensation.
"Do you need to cum again so you can get soft and pee some more?"
"No, I'm finished. And I'll wait to cum with you at home."
She released my penis.
"Well, I've got to go now. You can watch me if you like."
Jean moved a little into the undergrowth beside the path.
"Tell me if you hear anyone coming."
She pulled her jeans and panties down to her ankles and squatted down, spreading her thighs, and started to pee straight away, one hand on her pussy and the other holding the back of her pants away from the stream. I slowly moved my hand on my penis until she had finished, being careful not to cum as I wanted to save it for our evening at home.
"Don't stop, seeing you standing there wanking while you watch me is making me all horny again; it's just so rude. I want to see you make yourself cum -- I know you do it sometimes." She said.
"Another time."
I put my cock away, knob under my belt buckle as it was too hard to go in the usual way.
"And only if I can watch you do the same."
"Oh, I never do that, only when you're inside me and I need a bit of help to cum."
"Well, you seem to know pretty well what to considering you never masturbate!"
She didn't reply, just stood and pulled her pants back up. We were soon back at the bike and set off for the ride home. As I navigated around the narrow lanes Jean held on tight with both arms around my waist, but relaxed her grip a little when we reached the main road and slipped a hand under my jacket. She went a little lower and started to massage my cock through my jeans. I guessed she was enjoying some nice sensations too -- the bike (my pride and joy) was a 650cc Triumph Bonneville and she had told me more than once that when she was in the mood the ample vibrations it provided would get her juices flowing. I used to jokingly check the seat for a damp patch after a good ride.
When we arrived back at the house Jean went straight in while I parked the bike around the side. I followed her in and as I closed the door behind me I heard running water. I could see Jean standing by the bath (the bathroom was on the ground floor). She had already shed her leather jacket and was pulling her T shirt over her head, her tits bobbing deliciously as she threw it down. I went to her and hungrily sucked a nipple into my mouth -- it was salty, a mix of sweat and sperm from earlier. She sighed and ran her fingers through my hair, pulling me to her breast. I broke away, to kiss her on the mouth but she pushed me back.
"Take your clothes off, the baths nearly ready."
I didn't need to be told twice. As I unzipped my boots and jacket and took them off she peeled her stretch jeans down and kicked them into a corner.
"Never mind the bath, I want you now. Look at this," I said.
I undid and pulled down my jeans and shorts as she stepped out of her panties. My rigid cock pointed skywards. We stood naked a few feet apart, just looking for a moment, and then she reached across and turned the bath off.
"Come here, getting clean can wait," She said.
As we came together and embraced my cock poked into her soft belly. We kissed deeply, and she reached down and grasped me firmly in her hand.
"I've been thinking of nothing else than this since we left the beach!"
Her hand moved slowly on my erection.
"I guessed that. I almost creamed my jeans with all the attention you were giving me. Was it the bike making you horny?"
"A bit, but it was mostly from what happened this afternoon. Anyway, I need it badly now"
"Need what?" I teased.
"This. Your cock." She slid her hand up and down it a little faster to emphasise the point.
I liked her to talk a bit dirty, but she was a little shy about it still.
