Seaside Trip

It's a warm and pleasant afternoon as my girlfriend and I, soon to be fiancee (I hope), get our tickets and playfully head down the aisle.

She is toying with me about our little excursion, curling her tongue up under her beautifully white, top teeth, her hazel coloured eyes glinting back with devilment.

I still can't believe my luck in having met this girl let alone the nature of the blossoming courtship between us. The fact that she has looks not unlike a young Debbie Harry in her black leather jacket albeit with much shorter hair, acts like an accelerant not only on my libido but my self confidence too. I'm just all-round happy, so much happier than I used to be, back in the bad old days.

The bus lurches away sharply, the motion helping to propel both of us down the narrow isle as we attempt to steady the forward propulsion by grabbing on seat backs and poles. Before clutching at a chosen seat rail and using the momentum of the bus as it pivots around a corner, Marcia wings herself into a seat on the left, dumping her back against the side of the bus, her feet up on the seat. I plunge into the one behind, dumped with even more force as the driver accelerates out of the bend, with all the consideration for his passengers as, as well a prick would frankly.

We settle in then, sitting up in the seat by the window my forearms spread across the back of her seat, she dives up at me for a kiss.

After our fun little bus ride it's our stop, and we get off and out onto the pavement, breathing in the fresh sea air. I pause to take in the scene but her impatience is evident as she immediately grabs my hand and walks us purposefully off down the footpath and away from the road, laughing lightly as she goes.

"What's the hurry Debbie?" I say teasingly.

"Stop calling me that." She turns and replies curtly.

"You know that I don't like being referred to her." She pleads.

"Sorry, it is meant as a compliment y' know."

"Yea I know, but I'd rather you differed from those comments thanks as I'm my own person, not some middle aged fantasy chick for men like you to fawn over."

And she screws up her nose and pouts at me.

Well that put me in my place i thought to myself, but not quite as definitively or literally as with what was to come that afternoon.

We head past the tennis courts and the fountain, bubbling with some unknown substance put there by teenagers no doubt. Frothing at the mouth cherubs in stone spewing green, yellow bubbles.

A crow sweeps overhead as I am wheeled by her arm, now locked in mine, away from the path onto a grass lawn.

"Where are we..." I begin to ask.

"Over there." You nod your head toward a secluded spot where, shaded by some laurel bushes sits an old looking green bench covered in lichen and bits of moss.

As we approach the bench you turn me by the shoulders, lasering into my eyes you suddenly kiss me with those red lips of yours and then quickly pull back, i look into your eyes as they inspect me and I am drawn in helplessly by your seductive flame, plunging headlong into mysterious depths and bouncing mercifully off sweet hazel flecks. The feel of soft leather at my fingers too, melding with your perfume. You seem to drool suddenly and reach swiftly by licking your lips, catching yourself with a breath you quickly explain.

"Miles, I want to try something." You pause again, examining me,

probing my thoughts. Then you smile before saying.

"That's what I brought you here for!" "To try something, different....something exciting!" You barely finish your sentence before your keen lips part to unleash a wet probing muscle, eagerly forcing itself past my teeth, pushing open my mouth. A wave of arousal sweeps through me as I yield and open to let you into my cave and i suck the essence of you.

Then you withdraw.

I am thoroughly teased now, you know exactly how to make this man sit up and pay attention to you and I am certainly, all yours. You giggle and bowing your head pull me in by the shirt collars, my face near your neck, close to your collar bone, breathing you in once again.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." You excitedly mumble to yourself. A sort of private, mini triumph that is all your own, before you finish with a sigh.

"Finally, the man of my dreams shows up." Your eyes dart to and fro at me as if checking to confirm to yourself what your lips have just betrayed.

And before I can broach you on it a finger gets placed firmly to my lips and I am silenced, and you turn your head simultaneously, doing a scan for any lurking passers by.

There are other people around but not too close, mainly couples.

Placing your hand on my forehead and pushing me down I get the message and sit down on the bench. With my bum firmly parked you again take a furtive glance around and then raise the hem of your skirt above the knee and lift your thigh, hoiking yourself up, the other hand on the back of the bench you swing your other leg up to join. I am excited beyond belief as, hurriedly as you possibly can using your left hand, you pull your leopard print skirt up over both thighs, the sudden surprise of your hot groin so near to my face out in public, your scent.... is electric like the blue of your damp knickers in the now cold air.

You feel the chilly breeze about your thighs.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time Miles."

"Oh yea.." I say, not really questioning, merely anticipating.

You let go of the bench and with your right hand around the back of my neck your body closes in on mine, skirt gone up around your middle, we are both exposed and I, am delighting in your heat as I am pushed against you from front to back. Squashing my nose into your moist and scented muff I become intoxicated with your smell. You push and grind yourself onto my face. My drooling tongue takes an eager slide up the cottony feel of your covered snatch.

"Uhuh!" "Just wait please Miles." You tell me hurriedly. My tongue retracts, my hands feel the cold of your outer thighs as I hold you and i'm suddenly realising the exposed nature of our predicament.

Anyway the indignity is definitely all mine, as a hot bubbling spring that quickly escalates into a stream, weeps out from your groin. You let go of your skirt and your left hand comes to the aid of your right as I pull back in shock.

"No...no, just relax!" "Just relax, Miles." You implore me urgently but softly.

And I do relax.

Finding myself surrendering to you and to the wet warmth on my face and upon my lips.

"More, I want more." I find myself say.

"Good." You let out hurriedly.

"I fucking hate toilets anyway." You say in a hushed and sexual tone and almost immediately you let your piss gush forth again, stronger and more forefully this time, still holding me by the back of my head close to your warmth I let out my tongue and a desire to take more of you overwhelms me and I plunge into the river of your hot piss, mouth open in your spring, i the receptor.

Yielding to her, I am lost in her. She floods me with heat, and with her need....her tanginess. Although my throat for now is closed, I am one with her river as she gushes out, bubbling 'cross the rocks and inlets of my mouth. I am her gorge it seems as she rolls joyously about me before her abandonment to gravity and the floor.

I am her piss whore, the bliss of this I can't describe. I lay back, my head in her hands, she caresses me with her palms and her strong yet slender fingers. laying there, just bathing in her.

Then flow slows, the moment of glory once strong ebbs, and like the stream down a mountainside lost forever to the glen where it is spilled, now all over this old lichen green bench and over my shirt and my jeans too.

You laugh, your freedom immediate, obvious, like a bird on the wind. I catch you glance around once more, instantly concealing a laugh and a smirk with the top of my head, I take a look too and an old man shuffles, shocked and horrified at this unexpected, debauched park life scene. I feel like a new man.

You turn and jump from the bench to the lawn, I catch a last glimpse at your exposed regions before you land and shuffle your skirt back to where it was before, except it is different than before, although it appears to have escaped the onslaught it has become to me like a sacred object.

I am somewhat soaked in your pee.

You laugh a lot, happy, and pull out of your small black bag, and from it a folded up red Coca-Cola T-Shirt and pass it to me.

It smells like you. I put it on, discard my pissy shirt, we take each other by the hand and head off across the lawns, down towards the seafront and i will the breeze to dry my jeans.

We head for a drink, while there you nip to the toilet and when you come back and sit down, discreetly open up your bag and scrunched up in your hand are your wet knickers. With a swift deft move you dump them in my lap and before I know it cover my mouth and nose with your hand, the slight smell of your urine jolts my body into arousal again and I start to kiss your palm but you squeal and pull away, laughing at my beard tickling your hand. Instead you turn me by the shoulder and come in close for some slow, wet kissing, before the situation makes us both a bit self conscious and we brake off, and i stuff the knickers into my pocket.

"I want you to wear them for me later." You tell me.

We are stood near the bar waiting to order drinks and you start flirting with a guy to your left. Then turning to see my reaction, smile devilishly.

You want to tease me.

After a bit of jokey chat your palm reaches out to his chest brushing the fabric of his shirt but then, you move down. Your hand hovers, and your fingers dance slightly around his shirt buttons, seeking them out while you laugh and talk with him, staring up into his eyes.

You keep turning to see my reaction, he can see that we're together but, that you're playing some sort of game too and its he who decides to raise the stakes this time.

To my shock and surprise, he moves in to kiss you and you, open your mouth, wide. With one hand reaching back towards mine, not wanting me to leave or be upset at this, bonus prize, your other hand leaves his shirt buttons and you push down. Fingers go together behind his belt and your forearm goes down and then slowly rotates.

Then coming back up....then down again, slowly. You let go of me then, and go to him, to the back of his neck.

You snog....properly. Physically locking yourself to him, with still a hand

wanking him, just out of site bellow the bar. Then he breaks away and i see your high flushed cheeks, man spit attached to your lips. With a hand up he reaches over to order drinks.

With your busy hand faltering, you turn to me as you wipe your mouth with the base of your finger and look at me with a slightly shamed look.

"Might need to go somewhere in a minute." You say as you come at me with a heated kiss.

"Mmm..." With a soft mewing groan in your throat i am hit with the confusing taste and smell of a man on my girl as you placate my objection to this no go with your purrs. You eyes glint and scheme with seductive feminine charm. I allow myself to be beguiled and hooked.

Clearly you are hotting up, because as he sets drinks on a table you girlishly grab at his gentlemanly proffered hand and together, exit the lounge bar and head out through the Saloon doors.

Near the toilets there is a quieter area.

I watch through the frosted glass and spy out the distorted shapes as they go at their tangling. I watch, as a blonde bob drops submissively down from site. The upright figure rigid, almost motionless. It's obvious what's going on, you're sucking his cock, and i sip my cola, the bottle neck to my mouth, in my coca-cola t-shirt, and my girlfriend gives head beyond the glass.

I can tell that you're squatting, heels dig at the tiled floor. His hands on the back of your head for support, today feels like an initiation of sorts.

I ask for some pork scratchings at the bar and when i turn around you are done.

You re-enter the lounge, making the lounge doors creak with your high glow guilt at your cheeks as you scan, furtively and sheepishly and wipe, your mouth with the back of your hand.

Trying to locate me you come to the table where i'm sitting alone, and with a coy smile, dump your arse in my lap, your glowing cheeks coming in to kiss.

We wrap our tongues together, i pull in by the back, your head as i taste his man spunk on your breath. Your hand comes comfortingly and warmly around my waist and beneath my shirt, needily toying with my back.

I feel a big wave of arousal surging through me and I'm breathing hard. You take your coke in hand and sip it, then turn your face to me again.

"Shall we head off?"

"Yes." I reply.

"Good." Your smile broadens, you gulp some more coke.

Outdoors the air is chilly, the street is empty. We walk briskly, arm in arm, till we come across some benches.

"I want to be fucked!" "Fuck me now Miles!" "Fuck your little slut, tramp girlfriend will you?"

I pull up your skirt.

"Did you like that?"

"Did i like what?" I say.

"That i sucked that man's cock." You raise an eyebrow.

"Didn't you see?" "Through the glass, i wanted you to see me."

"Yes i saw, roughly?"

"Roughly?"

"You were obscured, by the panelling."

"Oh."

My fingers go beneath your damp knickers.

"Oh well." You say in short quick breaths.

"I'll have to..."

My tongue is in your mouth before you finish.

"Miles i want you!"

You pause, suddenly insecure.

"I'm not really a tart, honest!" You say in a pleading tone but then.

"I just fucking love sex." And quickly tongue me some more.

And then we are fucking, fucking over the bench in the cold open air, and i'm holding your hands as your arms stretch backwards.

I can hear the low rumbling traffic, a bus on its night route.

"Oh, cum in me Miles!"

"Cum for me!"

I fill her up with my spouting prick in the cold.

Afterwards she puts her knickers back on and we return to our Cola's.

She bites her lip, her eyes still a little heavy with the sedative of sex. Her voice softly trails over me.

"Two mens cum inside me tonight!" And she smiles.

Her eyes sparkle through the drowsiness. Her lips smacking slightly.

"And you tasted me after." She looks at me questioningly, then jabs me gently in the chest with her finger.

"You're as bad as i am, you wicked boy!" You tease me with your taunt.

I'm all over your neck, breathing in your perfume.

"Its nicer when you've been sucking cock." I say.

"Mmm...." You say with surprise.

"Nicer is it?"

"Well we need to get going the last bus is here."

You're smiling contentedly as you get up. We grasp hands.

"Let's talk about this on the bus." You say quickly, and give me a full kiss on the lips.

I rip your blouse then. And pulling down your left bra cup i suck your tit as we walk awkwardly in the cold night air.