Unfortunately, my Naughty Pee Tales series got stuck, not progressing beyond draft stage. To bridge the gap, I decided to continue with a different story.
Gillian's stories as published by Shara and Ger's female desperation site on easyshag introduced me to erotic literature. The site has been discontinued, and their collection of stories all but disappeared from the web. The Bunker Break four-part series was written as a thank you for them and its protagonist's name chosen in homage to the author of the first stories I read there.
Here comes the introduction dug from my archives - the remaining three parts will be uploaded when ready.
As always: none of the characters or events exist nor have existed or happened in real life - this is pure fantasy!
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A while ago - actually quite a while - I met a girl on the Internet. Casually, we exchanged some thoughts and experiences concerning watersports. After some time, we were deep into the subject and in passing had dropped some information about people we had met on our way. In one of my messages, I had answered her question whether I knew people in Europe who were into watersports in admitting that I had made very few such acquaintances. Actually, all I remembered was a summer I had spent in France working on a farm. It was a small hamlet with just a farm, two houses and a little chapel in a picturesque landscape of hills and green valleys. Nice place to be on holidays, hiking in the countryside, savoring the clean air and relishing in the beautiful nature full of rare plants and animals. You could sometimes see the Swiss Alps and often you faced remainders of the French fortifications against the German threat - parts of the famous Maginot Line. There were three daughters at that farm. I had noticed that the eldest often peed outside, in the weirdest places. Once she peed on the stairs that led from the garden to a path behind the farm, once next to the road whilst I was working there and once I caught her peeing right in front of the stable where she accidentally wet the suspenders of her dungarees. I thought she might at some time discover the hidden pleasures of this sport... Her middle sister was quite different: she was quite fastidious and spoiled by her grandparents. When she found out about the possibility of peeing outdoors, she just did it anywhere, then yelling for someone to bring her toilet paper to clean herself. Would she ever enjoy peeing the way her sister did? I fantasized about this in my text and later simply forgot about it.
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It was a nice summer day, sunny but not too hot, when Gillian and her friend Laura touched down at Euro Airport Basel/Mulhouse/Freiburg, visiting Switzerland for their holidays. They had chosen the region for a certain reason, but currently they were preoccupied enjoying the sights and scheduling the next few days. Having checked in at their hotel, they changed their clothes. During the flight they had worn jeans and comfy sweaters so as to fight the chill from the air conditioning and high altitude - now it was time to adapt to the circumstances on the ground.
Gillian was an attractive woman in her thirties, hair dyed a darker shade of the modern brownish red, and looking younger than she was. She undressed and took a shower to get rid of her weariness. The water - she switched from cold to hot and back to cold - felt nice on her well-tended body, her erect nipples topping smallish B-cupped breasts, her skin taut and sprinkled with goose bumps. Gillian was a slender, athletic woman with medium hips and well trained haunches. Anyone would have loved to caress her butt... When Gillian had finished her shower, she got dressed into a tight Lycra top and a silk-like, knee-length skirt. The skirt's fabric was slightly see-through but since there were three loose layers on top of each other, the effect was mainly due to the fantasies it evoked.
A while later Laura left the bathroom, her wet, long, amber hair hidden in a towel to dry. She was wearing a white hotel bathrobe and now dressed in front of her friend. She decided on nice Victoria's Secret cotton panties under a black mini-skirt that fit nicely around her ass. Gillian could clearly see the panty-line - she liked the well-trained body of her friend who was maybe five years younger. To cover her C-cup breasts, Laura chose a combined sports-bra/top that left about ten inches of skin uncovered to show her nice abs and belly button.
The women spent the rest of the day visiting Basel and picked up the car they had rented to drive around the countryside during their stay. The next morning both were excited and looking forward to the day's events.
"Did you take the camera?" asked Laura.
"Yes, of course! I wouldn't forget that today..."
"And batteries?"
"Charged them all night - they are enough for ten hours of film - since I brought your new digital camcorder. Got tape worth some three or four hours as well. Maybe we won't even use my little digital camera?" answered Gillian.
"I should like your camera for quick snap shots. It's so quick, small, and handy; and it records short clips, too." Laura said.
They took their backpacks and went down to the parking lot. Today, Gillian wore tight fitting black leggings covering her calves under her longish sports shirt. You could see her sports-bra shimmer through the thin, white fabric. A dark-red sport-jacket was thrown over her right shoulder. Laura preferred to wear skirts even when hiking. Today, she wore a light blue, not quite knee-long skirt that looked a lot like a cheerleader's skirt but was of lighter, satin fabric and not as formally cut. It swung around her beautiful legs at every step, slightly moving in the wind. A strictly cut, color matched blouse under which she wore a close-fitting t-shirt covered her body, the décolleté cut in a severe but erotic v-shape. All their clothing was rough enough for longer hikes and gave them a sporty, athletic guise. They loaded their stuff in the car's trunk and started off, heading for France. They drove a while parallel to the frontier and were now some twenty kilometers from Basel.
Everything was well prepared. Laura had been in Basel a few months ago on a business trip. Driving along the roads, reading maps, measuring distances, and surveying places she had advanced Gillian's idea to become a well-prepared plan.
They reached a cross-road where they had to stop to let other cars pass.
"Let's visit that beautiful chapel over there" Laura proposed to Gillian, who was driving.
"Okay, why not?" she answered and took the turn.
There was a small parking right next to the chapel and they got out.
