Author's note -- I've changed my name from naughtybessp to naughtybessparker after I managed to get myself locked out of my original account - oops!
I hope you enjoy "Love at First Piss" chapter 3. It's another wet one, of course, so contains descriptions of characters urinating for sexual pleasure. If that offends you in any way you'll probably want to stop reading this about now. If not, you'll love it!
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I yawned my way through my waitressing shift and looked a sight. My hair was greasy, my clothes creased and I stank of perfume where I'd sprayed my blouse to hide the smell of perspiration. On top of that I had bright red bite marks on my neck and shoulders, lasting evidence of Gary's exuberant fucking on the soft sands of the cove. I'd tried to hide the ugly souvenirs but hadn't been successful. I looked like a trashy whore. Worse than that, I felt ill. I was dead on my feet from tiredness and so uncoordinated I could barely function. Fuck knows how I managed to carry trays piled high with full English breakfasts, tea and toast without dropping the lot!
Once the breakfast crowd thinned Cara, my boss, pulled me aside. "Take a break, sort yourself out or go home," she ordered. "You're no good to me like this Tam."
"I'm ok, honest," I protested but Cara shook her head.
"Get a coffee and tidy yourself up and please put some concealer on your neck. The customers keep commenting on the state of you."
I scowled at her and stalked off to the tiny staff room at the back of the café. I was angry with Cara but even more so with myself. Cara knew I had two jobs and like to party and had never criticised me for that. Then again I'd never given her reason to...until now. My lifestyle was finally catching up with me and that made me cross. I was young, I was healthy. I ought to be able to cope with my hectic regime. Evidently not.
I flounced into the staffroom, grabbed my handbag off the shelf above the kettle and tipped out the contents - make-up, hairbrush, de-odorant, painkillers, caffeine tablets a small bottle of vodka - everything I needed to perk myself up.
Make-up and hair done and neck bites covered I looked more human and I felt better as soon as the pills and vodka hit my stomach. I made myself a strong cup of black coffee and took it outside to the neat little courtyard at the back of the café. There I collapsed onto a white plastic chair and basked in the sunshine whilst the caffeine revived me. I sat perfectly still enjoying the rare moment of quiet solitude. It allowed me to reflect on the reason for my extreme fatigue and that put a smile on my face - Gary. I'd had no sleep at all because of him.
My gorgeous lanky, ginger-haired boyfriend had fucked me to within an inch of my life out there in the secluded cove. He'd brought me to orgasm again and again as we writhed together on the soft sandy beach. I'd been in heaven and I could have fucked him all day but even I wasn't brave enough to have sex out in the open once the early morning joggers began to emerge. The first glimpse of a track-suited health freak had sent me scuttling for my clothes with Gary in hot pursuit. We'd scrambled to get dressed before the first of many sweat drenched joggers went pounding past us trampling across the very spot where we'd been lying. Close shave!
The two of us had washed in the sea then retreated from our idyllic beach and the guilty pleasures we'd enjoyed there. Neither of us spoke. I think both of us were too shell-shocked by the events we'd taken part in. Gary paused to urinate before ascending the cliff path. He pissed on the sands, smiling contentedly as he splattered the shoreline with the contents of his bladder. I watched him point his cock upwards causing his spray to cascade out over a wide area of sand. It fell in fine droplets which caught the morning sunlight in rainbow colours. It was a sight to see. Beautiful.
Gary and I had returned to my flat where the temptation to continue fucking almost led me to take a sick day from work. Perhaps I should have. I was in no fit state to be serving the public and the smell of eggs and bacon was making me feel quite nauseous.
As the sun beat down on me in the courtyard garden I thought about Gary and wondered what he was doing at that very moment. He'd been fast asleep in my bed when I'd left for work. I'd watched him lying there with the morning sun hitting his auburn hair, setting it alight. Such a striking colour, I loved it. I watched the rise and fall of his chest as he slept, the slow steady breathing...how I'd longed to curl up beside him.
"Later," I'd said to myself. Work beckoned as it always did.
"And now back to work again," I sighed.
I popped a couple of breath mints into my mouth and returned to the café. I looked better, felt more alive and my customers smiled at me as I cheerily served them. It was another beautiful day in Cyprus and a fantastic night of wickedness with Gary lay ahead of me. Excellent! So what if I was a little tired? I'd cope. Life was good.
The all-day-breakfast and light lunch crowds piled into the café again at around mid-day; all the clubbers, late risers and tourists too hung-over to eat any earlier. The café was packed to capacity. I didn't mind. I preferred to be busy. Cara and I did all the daytime waitressing between us with Cara carrying on alone once the lunchtime rush was over. The evening staff took over at four and ran the café as a relaxed bar and bistro until the early hours of the morning. My room-mate, Karen, worked the evening shifts and loved it.
The slower paced work wasn't my idea of fun. I found it tedious. I'd once been offered longer hours at the café but I'd turned it down. The morning shift was enough. Work at the café, even at its busiest, was too easy. As the lunch orders mounted up I switched my brain off, breezed around my tables and ran on autopilot. I sang to myself to relieve the boredom and totally failed to notice that a familiar face had taken a seat at one of my favourite alfresco tables. I froze when I spotted him.
"Jake! What the fuck's he doing here?" I muttered to myself.
I hadn't expected to see Jake at my daytime work place and the sight of him sitting there threw me. Jake made me uncomfortable. I'd had no idea he was into pee play or threesomes prior to our argument the previous evening and never dreamed I'd take part in both with him that very same night. Don't get me wrong, our exploits at the cove had been fabulous and I had no regrets, but the aftermath still felt awkward. Jake had a thing for me and I didn't know how he'd react to what we'd done together.
Jake caught my eye and I thought I detected a hint of victory in his expression. It was possible. I'd felt an intense yearning for him as he'd masturbated over me at the cove and it was only Gary's presence that had stopped me from letting Jake go all the way. I'd have done it otherwise. I'd have fucked him. Jake had turned me on so much he could have done anything to me. He'd controlled me even though to all intents and purposes I'd been the one calling the shots. In actuality I'd been a slave to my own lust and would have given him anything he'd asked for. Jake's expression suggested he knew that. Damn! 'Tam the Tease' was supposed to be an unemotional, dominant slut. I'd let that mask slip.
I approached Jake hesitantly, unsure what to say. How do you open a conversation with someone who ejaculated over you, urinated in your mouth then stood back to watch you fuck someone else? It wasn't a situation I'd ever been in before! Thankfully Jake didn't look embarrassed at all. His smile was confident and his blue eyes sparkled.
"Morning Tam," he greeted me. "You look remarkably well, considering."
"As do you."
"Touché. Sit down Tam," he said taking my hand. "I need to talk to you."
"Can't. I'm working."
"Just give me a moment," he insisted.
I sat, reluctantly. "Ok, what do you want?"
Jake ran his fingers through his hair, "Look, Tam about last night..."
"I had fun," I said looking him in the eye. "I'm not embarrassed so you don't need to be."
"I'm not, not at all," he smiled. "I had fun too."
"Good. I didn't see you leave," I continued. "Did you stay to watch, you know, me and Gary."
Jake cleared his throat. "For a while."
Oh, so he did watch?
Jake's blue eyes locked with mine. He wanted more, I could tell. "I have a proposition for you Tam."
Here we go...
"Lola's leaving at the end of the week and I'd like you to take over her job, work the afternoon shifts."
"Afternoons?" That wasn't what I'd expected him to say.
"As well as evenings of course. It's good hours."
