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Chapter 8

Here the story enters the plot twist

 

 

Lars was still looking at Nancy like he owned her nakedness. Unbent, she stood up, letting her dress fall back in place, and defied his glance. By her side, Gwen was still angry: “So it was you!” she shouted, “…and through all these months you always insulted me!”.

Nancy was fascinated, Gwen was known to have a mild character, but this time she looked really angry!

Lars smiled again, sardonic and beautiful: “I never insulted you belief in Nessie, Mimi. The only belief of yours I insulted, was your convincement that you could have been able to accomplish anything in life, without my help”.

The red haired girl could not believe her ears: did he really said what she tought he said?!

Gwen was red hot, and growled at him: “You never gave my a chance”.

In return, he smiled once again, evily: “Oh, but I did! It’s not my fault if you were… mediocre…”.

Nancy felt like she was at a showdown in a western movie, and words were their bullets. So she addressed him, stading by her friend: “I have no enmity against you as you never did anything against me, thus I cannot simply reply in Gwen’s place…” the taller girl looked at her friend, and Lars too focused on Nancy, “…yet I can tell you a thing: every man and every woman is a Star”

The invisible implications of those words echoed in the air between them… an ancient call whose subtle meanings went much beyond the visible, and transcended in the roots of that land…

 “In every woman…” Nancy went on, “…there is a slut. If she doesn’t bring it out… it’s just because her man didn’t turn her on enough”.

Gwen and her grinned, and Lars was now in inferiority. It was obvious that he was looking for something to say in reply, but was cornered.

He exhaled loudly and whispered: “Truce?”. Both girls nodded. The red haired was observing her taller friend very carefully: she was anxious, buti t wasn’t simpe anger… was it possible that, after all of that, Gwen was still harbouring feelings for him?!

“Come on, speak” she almost ordered, but he smiled back at her. Again, that handsome yet sardonic grin. “Not here” and he weaved his hand in the air, indicating the Stargazer. The two ladies unvoluntarily smiled at the memory of the enormous piss they took on its deck just a week before…

Lars noticed it, and lifted an eyebrow, and he wasn’t able to guess the reason of such a smile, yet was bothered by the sudden loss of his position of psychological dominance, as a boastful boy little can against the shared secrets two girls smile about…

To take the lead back, he insisted: “Let’s get on board, and we will talk”. Reluctantly, the two followed him.

When they finally were on the main deck, Lars shouted something at the small crew of three persons, two men and a girl, to put the engines to work and start navigating the Loch.

Wind was now blowing gently among the two girls’ hair, and in the distance birds were emitting their verses. Summer was blooming around them, and yet, an indescribable sensation was gripping them and surging from an invisible source all around them… like they were in the grip of some unseen force…

The girl from the crew brought them three cocktails, and Nancy, who always hated those whining women that would see sexism everywhere, couldn’t help to feel a distinct sensation of condescendence in Lars’ decision to appoint her for such a role. She took it anyway, and had a sip, admitting that it was delicious, and very alcoholic.

“Ok, now we’re on your boat…” she moved her glance from him to Gwen and then back on Lars; “You’re in my kingdom” he corrected her, again grinning, but she managed to withstand his arrogance, and went on, “…it’s time for you to talk”

Gwen looked a bit in discomfort, but Nancy supposed it was due to Lars constant bad manners. He looked behind his back to be sure the crew was all busy and far from them, then brought up a very small suitcase with a combination lock. He made the four rings to spin until they formed a number the two girls could not see, and then upper half opened with a distinct clack!

That sound was the definitive hit at the girl poor bladders. Thos drinks were definitely alcoholic! Nancy witnessed Gwen in deep discomfort and whispered something to her ear… and then she found her courage. She was still angry at Lars and hated to show vulnerability, but settled down to ask: “I need the restroom”

In the moment of silence that followed, broken only by the deep noise of the engines, Nancy added: “Me too”

Lars smiled viciously, and sardonically explained: “The toilet is being fixed. Chemicals had been used and it won’t been available for at least another three to four hours”

The two girls were horrified, but he went on: “How could I knew you would have needed it so soon?”

Paradoxically, he seemed sincere, or at least more careless rather than actually plotting an accident for the two ladies.

Nancy wasted no time; she popped a squat there and then, and was about to start pissing, when Lars yelled at her: “NOT on my deck!!!”

She got up, cutting the upcoming stream, and fought back: “You prevented us from the toilet and now you even want to decide where I piss? Well, fuck it, ok” and she climbed on the upper part of the side of the boat, and squat wide while holding herself to a rope just above her head.

In the cold light of the twilight, a gusher was seen erupting between the perfect round buttocks of the red haired nymph. Her dress was curled around her waist, all her shapes were visible and altough her relief was impossible to be heared among the boat noises, it was obvious, looking at her gently shaped back, how many thrills were running through her body. The stream was powerful, gushing onward of no less that four feet,  and falling on the black waters beneath…

After a pause of a couple of seconds, the jet reprised, and this time the small fairy angled her body even more onward, her pussy all toward the front, for her last sprays to be expelled and achieve bodily serenity.

When she was done, she shook her ass up and down, though carefully so to avoid falling off board. When she finally got back on the deck, she smiled at Gwen and said: “Your turn”

On her side, the bigger lady smiled back at her: “I would have been far too tall for that… your strategy of wearing short dresses without panties is something I did wrong in underestimating…”

Immediately understanding, both Lars and Nancy looked on the deck’s floor between her leg, to see countless rivulets escaping in every direction from a jagged wet huge patch just in front of her chair.

Lars breathed heavily and was obviously very angry: “You pissed on my boat” he growled. Nancy and Gwen were hilarious in remebering that they already did in the very beginning of their adventure, without him knowing, and tought “Ih ih what if he knew!!! Ah ah ah!!!”. But Nancy did not say anything.

It was Gwen who spoke: “I think we’re far from even, you pissed on our relationship”.

A moment of cold silence fell upon them. Nancy was puzzled: was Gwen still hurt in her pride… or she was still feeling something toward that asshole?!

To break that awfully intense moment, the boat master focused again on the open suitcase…   

Lars took something from inside of it, and handled it very carefully. Holding it with one hand, he put the suitcase down on the deck’s floor, and then, with both hands, he showed them his treasure…

The two girls looked at what he was showing them…

He smiled: “If Nessie exists for real, with this we’ll find it for sure”

14 hours ago, Sophie said:

my bare skin

Here is where I started fingering

 

14 hours ago, Sophie said:

I went for about 30 seconds

Here is where I cummed, re-reading some parts, after no more than 5-6 minutes

Indeed the subsequent portion I read yet don't remember a word HAHAHAHAHAAHAH

 

You are an impossibly great woman

We all adore you

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Quoting could become clumsy, but since I read all your replies and I wanted to answer to you all, I felt somehow fitting to summon you here…

 

I love puddles, altough the "idea" of pissing is to me even more arousing

If I piss somewhere which for some reasons make my piss to go squandered in countless rivulets, I find it even more erotic

 

I also have to admit that grass is useful to avoid backsplashes on my shoes, and since I only wear short skirts/dresses and no panties and shave myself completely down there, well, wiping is no need for me

But what @Sophie said about making a puddle immediately recognizable is something I absolutely love, so sometimes I just use a tissue to sneeze my nose and leave it in the puddle to pretend I wiped HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

 

Anyway, given my bladder which reaches serenely 1 liter of piss (and can even go Beyond, yet rarely) my puddles are usually huge...

11 minutes ago, Admin said:

Congratulations speedy, a very worthy winner - I hope you enjoy the prize as well as the glory of being the first winner of the OlympEEc Games! 😉 

Just want to thank everyone who participated. I hope you had a bit of fun, and there will be more competitions and prizes on offer in the future.

But I also want to thank spywareonya for running this event - I'm sure we can all agree you've done a great job! 

  

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