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  1. BeneathMyWillow

    The Hostel (A Kaymala Story)

    You say the nicest things -- I'm really pleased how well these stories seem to go down :)
  2. BeneathMyWillow

    The Hostel (A Kaymala Story)

    I hadn't looked at the wiktionary, but "Place to go", I rather like that. The made-up Kaymala is full of "places to go" after all.
  3. BeneathMyWillow

    The Hostel (A Kaymala Story)

    Thanks for the comments everyone -- sorry for the slow reply, I've been travelling a fair bit the past few weeks. Your comments are all lovely! Yes, I had originally planned to end with something like this, but when I came to it I didn't think it fit. Also, I didn't want to end up too 'formulaic' as the two previous chapters both ended with a sex scene as well. Generally I agree with you in that I'm not a big fan of smoking either. But, when I've stayed in the kind of hostel I was picturing there seem to be people sat around smoking and drinking, so that's what I was thinking of... Yes, it was based on the Finnish word like you said. Mostly because I find it quite hard to come up with names from nowhere. I had a vague idea in my head where I wanted the country to be (somewhere around Sweden/Finland) so I google-translated various words into Swedish and Finnish until I found one that I liked the sound of ... hope the name isn't too distracting for native Finnish speakers like yourself! And to the second question, I'm from the UK so English is my native language indeed.
  4. BeneathMyWillow

    The Hostel (A Kaymala Story)

    I'm always open to comments by the way, let me know if there's anything in these stories that doesn't feel right or doesn't work for you. Always looking to improve This chapter is the one I've been least happy with so far this series ... but short of a complete rewrite I wasn't sure how to improve it. Hopefully it's enjoyable nevertheless!
  5. BeneathMyWillow

    The Hostel (A Kaymala Story)

    This is a story set in the 'Kaymala' world -- you should be able to read these in any order, but if interested the first episode (and the introduction of Simon) is here ************************************************ It was a hot Sunday afternoon in Kaymala; the sky was deep blue and the air was balmy. Simon had a short walk from the bus stop to the hostel he would be staying at. It was a pleasant walk through the cobbled streets of Kusti, the capital city. The town was busy with people out to enjoy the sunshine, some shopping, others sat around outside cafes drinking coffees and beers. The air smelled of hot stone, flowers, and urine. The weather gave people an excuse to strip off some clothes, and Kaymalans never passed up such an excuse. Simon couldn't help gawping -- that woman looking into a shop window, seeming not to notice her oh-so-short dress blowing up in the wind to reveal perfectly formed buttocks; or the group of women chatting outside a coffee shop without a stitch on any of them, four pairs of pale breasts glowing in the sunlight. His hostel was not far outside the town centre, on the road that ran along the river front. It was a smallish, cosy-looking place, three storeys with balconies on the top two floors. The reviews had said it was a laid-back kind of place. He went in to a crowded reception room. A group of tourists were just checking out, and the small foyer area was full of people and their suitcases. Simon hung back to wait for them, scanning a row of leaflets that hung on the wall: walking tours, museums, massage parlours, and other days out. A guy came down the stairs and joined Simon in the queue. He was in his early twenties like Simon, a touch taller and more solidly built, with tanned skin. He wore shorts and a tank top. “You're just arriving?” he said. “I haven't seen you here before.” “Just arriving, yeah,” Simon said. “From the UK. I'm Simon.” The other guy shook his hand. “Marco, from Spain. Your first time in Kaymala? How do you like it so far?” “Oh, I think I could quite like it here,” Simon said, glancing through the open door to the street. A couple in their thirties were walking past, both in shorts and nothing else. Marco followed Simon's gaze and laughed. “The girls are pretty, right?” “How about you, how long have you been here?” Marco took a second to reply, as he was concentrating on undoing the drawstring on his shorts. “Yeah, a few weeks so far,” he said. “This time. I come every year though, my cousin works here. Don't mind me, I just need a quick piss.” He turned to piss up one of the wood-panelled walls, grinning at Simon's expression. “You look surprised, it must be your first time here.” “I forgot where I was for a moment,” Simon said. He watched Marco's piss run down the wall and pool on the floor. No-one else in the room was paying Marco the slightest bit of attention. “It's a good country,” Marco said, finishing up and shaking himself off. “And, they love foreigners here. You and I are like gold dust. Round here you could have any cock or pussy you take a fancy to, just tell them where you're from.” The group of tourists finished checking out and moved aside, letting Simon and Marco move up to the counter. The girl behind the counter handed Marco a phone, which had been charging in a socket behind her, then smiled at Simon. She had dark hair, tanned skin the same shade as Marco's, and a piercing through one nostril. She wore a green dress, of the kind that looks like a baggy t-shirt that falls to mid-thigh. “Hi,” she said, “I'm Olivia. You must be Simon, right?” She chatted while she filled in his paperwork. She and Marco were cousins, but she had moved here from Spain several years ago. At one point she asked, “Have you had your check-up?” Simon nodded, and showed her the purple wristband a doctor had given him, with that day's date written on it. She grinned and flashed her own, and ticked something off on the form she was filling in. Once the paperwork was done she handed Simon a key and said, “Come on, I'll show you around.” The ground floor was taken up with a breakfast room and kitchen. Olivia led Simon up a flight of stairs. “This is the main floor. Help yourself to any books you want to read,” she said, indicating a set of bookshelves against one wall. “They've all been left by people. Upstairs from here there are some single and double rooms. There's a couple of toilets up there as well, for when you need a shit, and there's a balcony. Some people up there now, if you want to join them. This room is the showers -- oh, sorry, Ingrid.” Olivia had pushed open the door to another room, an open-plan shower room with half a dozen shower heads around the walls. There was a woman using one of the showers. She smiled at them, all ginger hair and wet boobs. “This is Ingrid,” said Olivia, “she's Kaymalan, from the mountains up north. Ingrid, this is Simon.” Olivia shut the door again, which Simon was slightly disappointed about, and led him across to one of the dorm rooms. “This is where you'll be,” she said. It was a six-bunk room. The floor was wood-panelled and discoloured in places. Every so often around the walls there were discoloured streaks running down from about waist height. “That bed is free,” Olivia said, pointing at one of the bottom bunks. “You're with a good crowd in here, they're all cool people. Best not to leave anything on the floor,” she added, pointing to the cubby hole that was beside each bed. “If you need to piss, just go anywhere. Someone comes around with a mop a few times a day.” “Anywhere at all?” Simon asked. “Sure. Piss the bed if you like. As long as you don't damage anything, I don't give a fuck,” Olivia said. “If you ever need clean sheets there's some in the cupboard. Look, I'm not from around here either, and I know it can seem weird at first, but it's really so much easier, just watch.” She pulled her dress up to waist height and peed standing. It arced forward slightly to land between them, splashing across the floorboards. Simon was entranced by the sight -- both her pissing, which had its own kind of beauty, and her vulva. Olivia caught him watching and smiled. “You like what you see?” she asked, as her pee slowed to a dribble. “The piercing's new. Have a feel if you want to.” Simon reached out to run his fingers along the skin around her slit, still wet with her piss. That piercing did feel interesting. He suddenly felt a spurt of fresh piss hit his hand, and pulled his hand back in surprise. Olivia laughed. “Sorry,” she said, letting her dress fall back into place, “I couldn't resist. I should get back to the desk, I'm sure I'll see you around.” Left alone in the room, Simon adjusted his jeans and started to unpack. He lifted his suitcase up into the cubby hole that Olivia had pointed out, which would keep it off the floor and out of anyone's pee puddles. There was a small shelf at the head of the bed, so Simon arranged a couple of books and other possessions on it, to make the bunk feel more homely. That done, he sank onto the edge of his bed, his hand going to the inside of his jeans. He still had a solid erection. He wondered if he'd have time to jerk off without being interrupted. Just as he was thinking that, the door opened and a naked woman walked in. It was Ingrid, the girl who had been in the shower. She carried a towel over one shoulder, and apart from that there was not a stitch on her. She was probably in her early twenties, short and thin, her skin pale and freckled. Her boobs were compact and pert, with dark, marble-sized nipples. Damp ginger hair hung to her shoulders, and made a neat triangle shape between her legs. “Hi again,” she said. “Simon, right? You just arrived?” “That's right,” Simon said. “Do you have plans for the evening?” she said. “A group of us are hanging around on the balcony upstairs, if you want to join us.” Simon tried to drag his eyes away from her boobs. “Sure,” he said, “sounds good.” She crossed the room to one of the cubby holes and bent over to pick something out of it -- her ass was freckled as well. A moment later she straightened up holding two beers, and handed one to Simon. “Follow me,” she said, heading upstairs. Simon followed, trying to rearrange his trousers to make his hard-on less obvious. She led him up to the top floor and out onto the balcony. As Ingrid had said, there were a few people out here already. Marco was here, as were another guy and a girl, all of them leaning back in deck chairs. Ingrid took one of the vacant deck chairs. “This is Simon, everyone,” she said. She leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes. Simon pulled up a chair for himself as well. The other girl present waved. “This is Camille,” said Marco. “She's only been here a couple of days, but she seems to be settling in well.” “Good to meet you,” Camille said, her accent unmistakeably French. She was wearing a red sundress that clung to her skin, accenting her pair of powerfully-built tits. The dress came down to her thighs, and she sat with her legs spread slightly, so Simon could see a flash of white panties. “And I'm Christopher,” said the other guy, raising a hand in greeting. He wore a pair of loose shorts and no shirt. “Kaymalan, from up in the hills.” “I see you've met Ingrid already,” Marco said. “She's pretty, no? She's a good fuck if you have time. Very nice pussy.” Ingrid raised her middle finger at him without opening her eyes. “She doesn't like being talked about like that,” Camille said. “I'm fine with people talking about my pussy,” Ingrid said. “I just don't like Marco advertising it like it's a tourist attraction.” She leant over to pick up a pack of cigarettes from the table and lit one. “We going out tonight?” she asked. “Will be,” Marco said. To Simon, he added, “A few of us are gonna go hit a couple of bars tonight. You want to join us?” “Maybe not tonight,” said Simon, “bit tired.” “Another night, then,” Marco said. “You have to see the clubs here. Fantastic. Clothes completely optional, and the dancers …” “You have plans while you're here?” Christopher asked Simon. Simon shrugged. “I thought I'd see what there was to do,” he said. “Some of the museums sounded interesting, maybe, and I want to go to the beach at some point.” “The museum of Kaymalan culture is interesting,” Camille said. “Very … interactive.” “The beach isn't far away,” Marco said. “It's good for sunbathing. If you want to surf you have to go a bit further along the coast.” “And there's a massage place down the road that I recommend,” said Christopher, “if you want to see what Kaymalan massages are like.” After a while the conversation tailed off, and the group watched in silence as the sun sank lower in the sky. A pleasantly cool evening breeze was rising. There was no wall around the balcony, just a set of railings that gave them a good view of the street below and the river across the road, while also meaning any passers-by would be able to see right up to where they sat. The view of the river was beautiful, but Simon found it hard to concentrate on it, given how distracting his fellow hostel guests were. On one side of Simon, Ingrid was staring into the distance, drawing on her cigarette. A spot of ash had landed on her right breast, just above the nipple. Her skin was just starting to pimple in the cooling air. On his other side, Camille had put on a pair of headphones and was tapping in time with whatever music it was. With each tap she twisted her shoulders, making her boobs move slightly beneath her tight dress. Without warning, the quiet was broken by the pattering sound of liquid landing on tiles. Simon looked around. For several seconds he couldn't see where it was coming from. Then he noticed rivulets of something running out from beneath the recliner beside his. Leaning back slightly, he could see the source: a stream of urine soaking through the fabric of Camille's chair. The woman was pissing completely nonchalantly, not only through the chair but through her dress and panties as well. Simon could just see the edge of a damp patch spreading through her dress. Apart from that and the sound, he would never have known what she was doing: she continued to tap in time with her music as though nothing was happening. Her companions also showed no reaction. This, apparently, was nothing out of the ordinary. Just as the sun was sinking below the horizon, the door to the balcony swung open and Olivia from the check-in desk appeared, a bottle of beer already in her hands. “Yo,” she said, popping the lid off her bottle. “Christ, I'm happy to be finished for the day. It's been busy all afternoon. You guys look like you've had a productive day.” “As productive as a holiday should be,” said Christopher, raising his bottle. She gave him a chink and laughed. She leant against the railing, pulling the hem of her dress up to her waist with one hand while she took a swig of her beer with the other. She leant forward slightly while she pissed, sending her clear, forceful stream out behind her so that it arced away from the balcony and down to the street below. “God, I needed this,” she said. “I've wanted to piss for an hour, but I couldn't get away from the desk.” “Why didn't you piss behind your desk?” said Marco. Olivia shrugged. “I just don't like to be sitting in my puddle all day.” Her stream petered out as she spoke. She wiggled her bum to shake off the worst of the droplets from her slit, and wiped the rest dry on the back of her hand. “Are we going out tonight?” “Of course,” said Camille. “Is the newbie coming?” Olivia asked, looking at Simon. Perhaps it was the beer Simon had been drinking, or perhaps it was being surrounded by attractive and uninhibited girls, but Simon's earlier tiredness had faded away. He nodded. “What are we hanging around here for then?” Olivia asked. “The sun's set, it's evening. Let's go have some fun.”
  6. BeneathMyWillow

    A Trip to the Pool

    True that. My local pool as a child had unisex changing rooms with cubicles (not open plan of course!) which works a lot better imo. I almost deleted that line because it's not much to do with the story, but it's been a bugbear of mine for a while. Anyway, thanks for reading and glad you enjoyed it
  7. BeneathMyWillow

    A Trip to the Pool

    This is a story set in the 'Kaymala' world -- you should be able to read these in any order, but if interested the previous and first one is here ************************************************ Ellen leant back in her chair, eyeing the clock on the far wall of the open-plan office. It was just past five. Her friend Jasmine was supposed to be meeting her here any time now. Ellen glanced once more at her inbox, and sighed. She was in no mood to keep working today. She put her feet up on her desk, lifted her skirt, and slipped a couple of fingers into her slit, playing gently with herself. She attracted the attention of a couple of the others in the room, who weren't subtle in turning to watch what she was doing. The man at the desk beside hers craned his head for a better view. Ellen winked at him, before closing her eyes so that the onlookers didn't distract her. It was good to be back in a country where such things were allowed. Ellen had spent the past week abroad for a conference in Copenhagen -- her first trip overseas. Interesting though it had been to see another country, she had found the rules of foreign society difficult to live by. Now that she was back in Kaymala she was making full use of the pleasures of being home again. She had put on her shortest skirt with no panties, perfect for lifting up and pissing under her desk whenever she felt like it. She had joined her boss in taking a leak while chatting beside the water cooler. At lunchtime she had got good use out of her vibrator while she sat with her friends in the canteen. “Hey, Ellen,” came Jasmine's voice, breaking Ellen out of her reverie. “You look like you're having fun.” Ellen shrugged. “I was just passing time.” She gave her clit one final rub before pulling her skirt back into place. “Shall we go?” They walked together towards the lifts, chatting about how their days had gone. Jasmine wore suit trousers and a jacket over a white blouse. She was a few inches shorter than Ellen, with untidy black hair to Ellen's straight and blond, and petite breasts to Ellen's more full pair -- but she had a plump ass that attracted many a boy's attention. She could do wonderful things with her hands, as Ellen knew from experience. The two had been friends from their university days, but as they worked on different floors of the building they hadn't seen each other since Ellen got back from the conference. Jasmine was undoing her trousers as they stepped into the lift, and had pulled them off and squatted over the vinyl floor before the doors had closed. She peed a powerful stream towards the centre of the lift. “Looks like you've been needing that for a while,” Ellen said, amused. “I really have,” Jasmine said. “It's been a busy afternoon, and you know I don't like to pee at my desk.” The lift doors opened, and a man from floor three joined them. “Afternoon, ladies,” he said, nodding at them both. He stepped carefully on the floor to avoid Jasmine's still-spreading pee puddle. “Afternoon, Mikah,” Jasmine said. “Don't mind me, I'll be done soon.” “Don't rush on my account,” said Mikah. His eyes lingered on Jasmine's pussy, which he had a clear view of with the way her legs were spread. “We were just headed to the pool, Mikah,” Ellen said. “How about you?” “On my way to the same place,” Mikah said. “There's no practise this week, but the wife's away and some exercise will do me good.” Outside of work hours, Mikah was the coach for a football team at the nearby university. He was a powerfully-built, broad-shouldered man in his late twenties. Ellen had seen him at the gym a couple of times before, and always found the sight rather attractive. Jasmine finished her piss and wiped herself with a tissue from the box that was kept in the elevator for just such occasions. The puddle was already draining away through a grille in the corner of the floor. She didn't bother to put her trousers back on, instead slinging them over her shoulder. Employees were supposed to wear clothes while they were in the office building for reasons of 'professionalism', but Jasmine wasn't the only person to strip off bits of clothing as soon as they left, especially on a nice day like this. The three of them left the office and cut across the park towards the gym. The weather was warm and sunny, and the park was busy, especially along the riverbank which was thronging with naked sunbathers. Ellen's attention was drawn to a young couple who were hungrily fucking each other against the trunk of a willow tree. The man had a nice ass, she noted. “You never said how the conference was, Ellen,” Jasmine said. “What was Copenhagen like? Did you fuck any foreigners? That's something special if you did.” “Not at the conference,” Ellen said. “There was a guy on the plane who was a pretty good fuck, but nobody else. They do things differently out there. I asked a couple of guys if they wanted to screw, but they seemed to think I was joking. Or when they realised I was serious, they'd make excuses about having wives or girlfriends -- they have this whole monogamy thing, you know.” “Monogamy's pretty common out there, right? I've heard that before,” Mikah said. “It sounds damned restrictive.” “Oh, they love to be restricted,” Ellen said. “All these rules they have. Don't piss here, don't take your clothes off there. I couldn't keep track of it all. The hotel had a pool, so I went down for a swim one morning before the conference talks -- and some security guard sent me back to my room because I wasn't wearing a swimming costume! So I went out to buy a costume, and came back the next day, and I got sent away again!” “What was it for the second time?” Jasmine asked. “I took a piss of the edge of my sun lounger. I was sunbathing, I wasn't about to go wandering off to find a toilet.” “You can't even piss on the poolside?” Mikah asked. “Do they think people aren't pissing in the pool itself?” “That's what I said to the guard, but he didn't seem to like that idea either. I tell you, it's a hard place to live out there. We don't realise how lucky we have it.” Ellen paused to lift up her skirt, baring all for the world around. She squatted slightly and pissed, full force, onto the path. Few people took any notice of her. An elderly gent behind her tutted at her for blocking the path, and a group of teenagers on a nearby bench started whispering and shooting her aroused but furtive looks, as though afraid at what she would do if she caught them looking. Mikah was giving her the same appreciative look he had given Jasmine in the elevator. “It's good to be back,” Ellen said. They carried on to the gym. It was a newish centre that served the offices in the business park, as well the surrounding housing estates. They walked in through reception, flashing their membership cards at the woman behind the desk. She was sat with one hand down her trousers, watching porn on her phone, and barely glanced at them as they passed. “That girl's got a serious addiction,” Mikah commented. “Every time I come here, she's on the porn.” They climbed the stairs and came out, through a pair of double doors, directly onto the poolside. It was as busy as it always was at this time of day. Perhaps twenty or thirty people were in the water, their voices echoing in the high-ceilinged room. Most of them were naked, but as always there were a couple of people who preferred to wear trunks or swimming costumes. Signs around the walls reminded people of the rules, including several which read, “Please leave the pool to pee” -- a vain attempt by the staff to keep the pool water clean. Some people obeyed the rule: as Ellen looked around the room, she could see a couple of men who had climbed out to piss against the nearest wall, and a mother who was squatting in front of the lockers and peeing discreetly while her children changed. However, Ellen could also see a young woman sat on the edge of the pool, her legs akimbo, spraying piss over the surface a clear foot in front of her. The woman's friends were stood in the water around her, all laughing. A pool attendant was sat in the raised lifeguard's chair only a few metres away, but he seemed to be watching in amusement rather than challenging the girls. Ellen, Jasmine and Mikah made their way over to a nearby bench to get changed. One of the things Ellen had found strange while she was abroad was the concept of a 'changing room' -- the idea that people needed a designated area where they could change. The strangest part was that men and women had to be segregated for the process, just in case you saw somebody you were attracted to without their clothes on. (Apart from anything else, the idea only seemed to work if you pretended that gay or bi people didn't exist -- but she had noticed that some people outside Kaymala had a habit of doing that.) At Kaymalan swimming pools, there were no changing rooms. Benches, lockers and showers were arranged along the poolside. A couple of changing cubicles were provided for the shy, but not many people used them; and a door led to a small bathroom, which was also rarely used. Ellen put her bag down on the bench and began to strip her clothes off. Beside her, Jasmine and Mikah were doing the same. “You must be looking forward to swimming in a pool you won't be chucked out of,” Mikah said, as he unfastened and pulled down his work trousers. “Totally,” Ellen said, pulling her shirt up over her head. She gestured towards Mikah's boxer briefs, which were stretched tight and bulging forwards. “You seem pretty happy to be here as well.” Mikah shrugged as he pulled his briefs down, letting his erect cock hang free. “It's always nice to see naked ladies, and I admit you two are particularly fine.” Jasmine smirked. “How long did you say your wife's been out of town?” “She's been gone all week,” Mikah said. “I've got to admit I'm thirsting for something.” Ellen unfastened her bra, giving Jasmine a suggestive look. “Perhaps we'll see what we can do about that.” “Well, I'm not going to say no to that,” Mikah said. He locked his bag in one of row of lockers behind him, tying the key around his wrist. He then stood back a little, pointing his stiff penis forwards. He started to piss with a powerful stream that splashed up the front of the lockers. “Which of us do you want?” Jasmine asked. She came across to stand next to Ellen, both of them naked. “Ellen's got those tits, look.” “Jasmine's got the ass, though,” Ellen said, giving her friend's ass a playful slap. “And she's great at fingerwork.” Jasmine laughed. “Forget that, you should see what Ellen can do with her tongue.” Mikah chuckled. His stream was dying away. He shook himself off, turning back to face the two women. “You both look hot as hell, and I've got plenty of stamina. Why don't we take turns?” Ellen and Jasmine looked at each other. “You can go first,” Jasmine said, “it sounds like you've been starved of cock all week.” She gave Ellen's bum a playful pinch and headed off towards the diving boards. Ellen took Mikah's hand and led him towards the shallow end. They jumped in. Ellen shivered at the feel of the warm water on her flesh. Mikah moved close to her. He put his hands out for her breasts and started to massage them, his movements slow and surprisingly gentle for a man his size. Ellen reached down for his cock under the water and gave it some strokes, appreciating the feel of it -- not just its size, which was certainly remarkable, but how solid and meaty it felt. She guided Mikah over to the pool wall and whispered that he should stay there, then she jumped out to sit on the poolside, wrapping her legs around his torso. He was now looking up at her, his face level with her tits, her crotch pressed against his muscular stomach. She felt a touch of pressure in her bladder, so she relaxed and let it go. The feeling of her piss spurting between her flesh and his sent shudders through her entire body. Mikah was smirking, clearly into it. He lowered himself down until his mouth was level with Ellen's pussy, and he started to probe her with his tongue. Ellen found a few more spurts of piss to push out, which he eagerly lapped up. Then she leant back on her arms to enjoy it, breathing heavily. The girl who had been playing around pissing into the water earlier was now elbowing her friends, pointing at Ellen and Mikah and giggling. The lifeguard was watching from his chair, his expression interested, a bulge in the front of his shorts. Ellen, enjoying the attention, gave him a sultry wink. Feeling it was time to step things up, Ellen slipped back into the water. She felt for Mikah's cock and guided him inside her, enjoying how well he fit. He pushed her back against the pool wall and started to thrust. She came before he did, letting out a loud gasp that echoed around the pool. Then he came, grunting as he did, shooting cum deep within her. When he pulled his cock out of her slit a cloud of cum drifted out as well, floating in the water between them. Both of them were panting and sweating. A couple of swimmers had stopped to watch, including the woman who had peed from the poolside and her friends, all of whom were eyeing Mikah's body and giving Ellen congratulatory looks. “That certainly cleared the pipes,” Mikah said. “I've needed that for a while.” “Tell me about it,” Ellen said. “That was just what I needed today. You still have another go in you? You did promise Jasmine.” Mikah laughed as he pulled himself out to sit on the poolside. “Give me five minutes and I'll have it up again. You hanging around to watch?” “I should do some lengths,” Ellen said. “All right, but we might do this again sometime,” Mikah said. “Perhaps you could come over next week, meet the wife? We'll put on a dinner party.” As he spoke, he widened his legs slightly and pissed with a strong arc, hands-free, into the water between them. Ellen smiled. “I'd like that,” she said. She pushed away to start swimming. As she swam, she saw the lifeguard push his cock through the leg of his shorts and pee, right from his chair onto the poolside. She saw a woman climb out at the deep end and sit on the steps to the diving board, her piss running over the metal and into the drain beneath. She saw Jasmine approach Mikah and start to play with his cock, while he ran his fingers over her tits. Yes, it was definitely good to be back home.
  8. BeneathMyWillow

    The Holiday Pt 7: The Final Day

    I'd certainly like to at some point, and I have a couple of ideas for that arc, but I'll probably leave them for a month or two; I have a couple other projects I'd like to work on first.
  9. BeneathMyWillow

    The Holiday Pt 6: Shopping

    And the seventh and final part is here: http://peefans.com/index.php?/topic/8935-the-holiday-pt-7-the-final-day/
  10. BeneathMyWillow

    The Holiday Pt 7: The Final Day

    The last in this series, though I'd like to visit these characters again at some point. If you want to go from the start, part one is here http://peefans.com/index.php?/topic/8297-the-holiday-pt-1-on-the-beach/ ____________________________________________________ I woke up late on the morning of the last day of our holiday. From the sunlight filtering through the canvas I could tell it was another gorgeous day. I glanced at my phone and saw it was half past ten. Later than I would normally sleep, but we were on holiday after all. I had a text from Maddie telling me that she and Adam were on their way over. It would take them some time to get here, so there was no rush to get ready. The plan was to have a barbecue to celebrate our last day here. Not that it was the last we would see of them; we would be at university together in a month's time. I crawled out from my sleeping bag and into the outer tent. Our tent was quite small: we had an inner tent with enough room to sleep two, and a small area between the inner tent and the door that we called the outer tent, which was where we kept our bags. There was no ground sheet in the outer tent, which -- we had realised a few days into the holiday -- made it the perfect peeing spot. I squatted over the damp grass, concentrating until my pee started to gush. My first pee of the morning is always strong, and in the hot, enclosed air the smell was distinct. David sat up in bed, yawning. “Morning,” he said. He noticed what I was doing and chuckled. “Morning,” I said, finishing up. I wiped myself on my hand, and wiped that on my top. I climbed back into bed. David had stuck one of his hands down inside his sleeping bag, clearly administering to a different first-thing-in-the-morning need. I smiled. “Do you want a hand?” I asked. “No, I'm fine,” David said. Then a moment later he shrugged. “In fact, why not. It's hardly the weirdest thing we've done this holiday.” I reached over, feeling down into his sleeping bag. “You say that like you don't enjoy it.” As my hand found his cock, he smiled. “I didn't say that at all.” David's eyes were closed in pleasure, a slight smile playing around his mouth. I started absent-mindedly grinding my crotch against his leg through the sleeping bag as my hand dealt with him. We must have lost track of time. Before we knew it a car was pulling up outside the tent, and we could hear Maddie's voice outside. “Come on you two, get up.” “Ten more minutes,” I said. Maddie laughed. Adam said, “If you don't get up, I'm going to pee against your tent.” “If you must, we're not going to stop you,” David said. He leant into me, and I kept playing with his cock. “Don't say I didn't warn you,” Adam said. There were a few seconds of silence, then suddenly we heard the sound of water pattering on the canvas. David and I laughed. “I didn't think he was actually going to do it,” said David. “You should know by now,” I said. A few minutes later David tensed and came inside his sleeping bag. I was horny, but I decided not to finish myself off quite yet. I unzipped the tent flap and looked out. Maddie and Adam were busying themselves setting up the barbecue. Maddie was wearing a plaid shirt and red bikini bottoms, while Adam was in swimming shorts and a t-shirt. The campsite was quiet; a lot of people had packed up and left already. I climbed out of the tent, naked from the waist down. Adam looked up and gave a mock wolf-whistle. “You're spoiling us with that view, Sarah,” he said. “Oh, hush. It's nothing you haven't seen before,” I said. “Nice of you to join us,” Maddie said. “What have you two been doing in there, anyway?” “None of your business,” I said, smiling. Adam laughed. “Dirty.” David joined us outside, fastening his jeans; unlike me, he had decided to get dressed. “Sorry about peeing on your tent, by the way,” Adam said. “I hope that wasn't a joke too far.” David shrugged. “No problem. In fact, since we'll have to wash it anyway...” He turned to face our tent, pulling his own cock out. A few seconds later he was peeing right on the wet patch Adam had left. “Wow,” said Maddie, “you guys have changed. I like it.” Before long we had the barbecue lit and the sausages sizzling. While the sausages cooked, we talked about university. “You'll have to come find us the first day,” Maddie said, who was perched on Adam's lap. “We'll show you all the best places. We've got this house we rent -- but you'll see.” “It's a great uni,” Adam said. “The girls are hot as hell.” Maddie gave him a playful punch on the shoulder. “Adam likes to look at the girls, but they don't let him get any closer.” “Some of them do,” Adam said. “Besides, I have the best-looking girl right here.” He started to play with the buttons on her shirt, unfastening them one at a time. She didn't complain, and before long the shirt was open, her boobs exposed for the world to see. Adam started to massage them, his fingers playing with each nipple. “You know, I think these sausages are done,” David said, standing to look at the barbecue. “Do you guys want them now?” “Sure,” said Maddie, brushing Adam's hands away from her boobs, but not making any effort to cover herself up. I realised I had been absent-mindedly playing with myself, and quickly sat up straight. David picked the sausages off the barbecue and passed plates and buns around to all of us. As we ate, an elderly couple walked past on their way to the toilet block. The man was staring in disbelief at Maddie's boobs and at my crotch, while the woman was giving us a dirty look. I opened my legs a little wider to give them a better look. Maddie chuckled. “This food turned out good,” I said. “Yeah, well done team,” Adam said. “It'll be weird not having you guys around any more.” “We'll see you in a few weeks,” I said. “And until then I'll think of you every time I pee somewhere unusual.” “Speaking of which,” said Maddie, “this beer's gone right through me. Don't mind me, everybody.” There was a hissing sound, barely audible over the wind. A wet patch appeared at the crotch of her bikini bottoms, and then pee was trickling down over Adam's legs. It pooled on the camping chair, drenching Adam's shorts; and then it started to soak through the fabric of the chair. A stream started to fall from underneath the chair, making a pattering noise as it landed in the grass. “Me too, actually,” I said. “Don't let us stop you,” Maddie said. “Ah! I'd been needing that for a while.” I stood up. Peeing in the chair like Maddie was doing looked fun enough, but I had a better idea. I walked over to the barbecue, which was not needed anymore but was still smouldering. On the bricks Maddie and Adam had piled up it was about knee-height -- just perfect. I lifted one leg, pulled my slit up so that the stream would point forwards, and concentrated. At first my stream dribbled down my leg, but after a few seconds it built up some pressure and arced forwards. It hissed as it splashed over the hot coals. Strong-smelling steam drifted off. I pissed for a long time, and by the time I'd finished most of the embers had been extinguished by the blast. Adam clapped appreciatively. “Nice one.” I sat back down in my chair, feeling both relieved and pleased. “It was asking to be done,” I said. “Someone had to.” “Well, I think it must be my turn,” Adam said. “Mind if I stand up, dear?” Maddie stood to let him out. He pulled down his shorts, wet with Maddie's pee, and kicked them away. “We seem to keep upping the ante,” he said. “So I suppose I have to outdo Sarah now.” “Do your best,” I said. He took a couple of steps towards me. “Stay where you are, Sarah,” he said. My breath caught in my throat, but I didn't move out of the way. I just said, “Not on my face, please.” He started to pee. His stream hit my right boob first, dead on the nipple. I couldn't resist a shiver of pleasure. Warm pee quickly soaked the thin fabric of my nightie, running in rivulets down the material and pooling in the chair seat around my butt. I could feel drips running down the inside of my shirt as well, tickling the underside of my tits. A few drops sprayed up to hit me on the chin, so I lifted my head up slightly, keeping my mouth shut. He slowly guided his stream to one side, pointing at my other boob, moving it in small circles around my nipple -- which he could surely see by now through the wet fabric. The warm liquid, the sensation of it hitting me in intimate places, sent tingles of pleasure and anticipation through me. By the time he had finished the front of my shirt was absolutely drenched and all but completely transparent. I was sitting in a puddle, which was slowly dripping through to the ground beneath. My body was aching for more. Adam seemed to have enjoyed himself as well. His cock, still at my eye level, was hard already. I reached out for it with one hand, putting my other hand around one of his butt cheeks and guiding him closer. I opened my mouth and put my tongue on the end of his cock. Beside us, I was vaguely aware of Maddie and David standing up, and heard Maddie say, “We'll give you two some privacy, shall we?” I ignored them. I explored Adam's cock. I found there were certain spots that got a stronger reaction out of him -- not just the tip, but partway down the sides of the shaft as well. I played with it, experimenting with using my tongue and my lips, sometimes enclosing the whole head and sometimes not. He started to move with me, thrusting with my movements. His hands were on my shoulders and the back of my head, but he was oh so gentle about it. My own hand was down below, massaging my aching clitoris. It wasn't very many minutes before he pulled sharply away from me. His load spurted onto my already piss-soaked chest. My own climax came just moments later. I moaned softly. “Wow, Sarah,” said Adam, somewhat breathlessly. “No way that was your first time?” I shrugged, short of breath myself. “Must be natural talent.” Both still panting, we looked around. I wasn't sure if any of the other campers had seen us, but if they had, they were keeping their distance. Maddie and David had moved their chairs to the other side of the tent in the spirit of giving us some space, although from where they moved to they could clearly have seen everything if they had wanted. “Sorry about your shirt,” Adam said. “Don't worry, I've got others,” I said. I pulled the dirty shirt off and dropped it to the ground. At this stage worrying about modesty seemed silly. I crouched down next to the tent to look through my bag. I found a towel, which I used to towel myself down as much as I could, then dug out a shirt that hadn't been worn too much and pulled it on. I stayed naked from the waist down, as did Adam. We carried our chairs around to join Maddie and David. David gave me a strange look -- part exasperated, part in awe. Maddie was just smiling. “You owe me twenty quid, love,” Adam said to Maddie as we sat down with them. She raised her eyebrows. “Does oral really count?” “Sure it does. I let you count that bloke you sucked off outside TJ's.” “Were you gambling on me?” I asked, indignant. “Nothing personal,” Adam said. “Which of us would screw one of you two first. It's a long-running thing when we meet new people, or on nights out, you know.” “You'll find out in a few weeks,” said Maddie, “at uni. I assume you will be coming on nights out with us?” “If they're anything like you say they are, you try to keep me away,” I said. Before long, it was time for David and I to leave. Maddie and Adam helped us pack away the tent, and then we were hugging our goodbyes. “Look us up,” Maddie said, “as soon as you move in at uni. We've got so much to show you.” Then Adam and Maddie were waving to us as we pulled off the campsite, until we rounded the corner and lost sight of them. “It's been an interesting few days,” David said, winding the windows down a crack so that a breeze blew over us. “You could say,” I said. With one hand I switched on the radio. With the other, I absent-mindedly started playing with myself. David noticed what I was doing and smiled. It was certainly a holiday we would remember.
  11. BeneathMyWillow

    The Holiday Pt 5: Going Into Town

    Next part: http://peefans.com/index.php?/topic/8934-the-holiday-pt-6-shopping/
  12. BeneathMyWillow

    The Holiday Pt 6: Shopping

    Part one is here http://peefans.com/index.php?/topic/8297-the-holiday-pt-1-on-the-beach/ ____________________________________________________ We bought coffees and walked around town for a bit, Maddie and Adam pointing out the major sights. It wasn't a big town, and there wasn't a huge amount to see, but it was a pretty place with a nice feel to it. Good company made it from a pleasant walk into a fun one. Once we'd finished our coffees we decided to split up. Adam volunteered to take David to the museum he was interested in, while Maddie and I thought we would go shopping for a while. We agreed to meet up again for lunch. Maddie led me to a big clothes shop, one of the chains, and we spent a while browsing what they had. I was looking for a new top, and Maddie found a couple that she thought I would like. Her tastes were generally a bit more revealing than mine, but when I pointed this out she just laughed. “We're going to be at uni together in a few weeks, right?” she said. “A couple of nights out with us and you won't be calling this revealing. I can show you sleazy if you want.” I took the top she was holding out and examined it. It was black, a kind of velvety material, and it had an open back with just a piece of string to hold it together across the shoulders. The front was shaped, and I thought it might be quite form-fitting when I tried it on. The open back meant it would look a lot better worn without a bra. “You might as well try it on,” Maddie said. As we looked further, Maddie asked me how I was finding the holiday so far. “Good,” I said. “Really good for having met you guys.” “Thank you,” she said. “I'm glad you think so. You don't … I mean, sometimes people find us a bit much, I think. A bit hard to get used to, what with … you know, the way we do things.” “It's different,” I said, “but I like it. You two are like nobody I've known before. It's cool.” “And how do you find Adam? I know he can be a bit forward sometimes, but I hope you haven't found that, you know, off-putting. I hope he's not going too far for you, last night in particular.” “No, I like him. He's kinda cute. And you didn't mind us -- you know, what happened last night?” Maddie laughed. “Course not. I've fucked far more people than he has, though it's not for lack of trying on his part. We are going out, but we're not jealous of each other, you know? We do our own thing as well. If I'm on a night out and Adam's not there, and I see a fit guy, I don't see why I need Adam's permission to fuck the other guy. And Adam does the same thing, obviously. Sometimes he'll bring someone home with him, and that's even more fun. I love him and he loves me, and we trust each other, so why limit ourselves? Anyway, Sarah, what do you think of this top?” She pointed out a sheer black shirt, made of some thin-weave material that was almost completely see-through. Any bra I wore underneath would be completely visible. “I can't wear that,” I said, shocked. “Sure you can,” Maddie said, picking it off the rail. “You just need good underwear.” There was a couple stood a few metres away. The guy had looked over his shoulder at us when he heard Maddie's words, clearly intrigued. Maddie threw him an exaggerated wink, causing him to blush and look away. His girlfriend, a freckly blonde woman of about our age, gave me an encouraging smile and pulled him away to a different aisle. “Sure, I'll try it,” I said. “We'll pick you out something good to wear underneath, too,” Maddie said. She dragged me over to the underwear aisle, where she immediately started looking through the skimpiest, frilliest bras they had. I was finding this all rather exciting, and a little nerve-inducing. I'd never thought about my body in quite the way Maddie was talking about it. I had been feeling a bit horny since that morning, and this shopping trip was only making it worse. I was also aware of a growing pressure in my bladder; I hadn't peed since the campsite. “Is there a toilet near here?” I asked Maddie. “Not in the shop,” Maddie said. “Closest are the public toilets on the seafront, maybe five or ten minutes away. But they're pretty grimy. I can hold your shopping if you want to go?” “Don't worry,” I said. We chatted for a few minutes more. I was aware of the pressure growing, and my own excitement with it. An idea had occurred to me that was at once thrilling and terrifying. I looked around the shop. There were several people in nearby aisles, and a member of staff restocking the shelves two aisles across, but in this aisle we were alone. I concentrated until I felt the tingle of pee coming. I adjusted my skirt slightly to pull it out of the way and let out a few trial spurts into my leggings. A damp feeling spread out from my crotch and down my legs, but there was no loud noise or other tell-tale signs of what I was doing. Trembling slightly, I relaxed my bladder and let it flow. Streams of warm pee ran down the insides of my legs, causing shiny streaks on my black leggings. The material was quickly drenched, and pee started to run onto my feet, flowing over my flipflops and soaking into the carpeted floor. Maddie giggled softly when she realised what was happening. “Wow, Sarah, you've gotten bold.” I couldn't reply. The piss kept flowing, and with it came waves of ecstasy. The warmth, the relief, the thrill of doing this in public -- I was tingling all over. Eventually the flow stopped. I squeezed out a last couple of spurts, and glanced again around the shop. Apart from Maddie, nobody seemed to have noticed. My leggings were pleasantly warm, and the damp made them cling to my crotch in a way that didn't help lessen my arousal. I wished I could start touching myself right there in the shop as well, but surely somebody would notice that. “I decided it wasn't worth the walk,” I whispered to Maddie, making her giggle again. “Come on,” she said, “we should move away before somebody notices your puddle. Here, try these. You've got a good figure for lace.” She gave me a black bra with matching panties, and we scurried over to the changing rooms. The blonde woman we had seen earlier was sat on a bench in the corridor outside the cubicles, fidgeting uncomfortably. There didn't seem to be an attendant around. “You go ahead,” the blonde woman said to us. “I'm just waiting for my husband.” Maddie joined her on the bench while I took one of the empty stalls. I stripped off my shirt and bra, and tried on the ones Maddie had picked out for me. The result worked rather well, I thought, as I checked myself out in the mirror. Maddie was right, the black lace was a good combination with my slender figure; and the see-through top certainly didn't hide anything. I poked my head around the curtain. “I like it!” I said to Maddie. “Well, don't be shy, let us have a look,” Maddie said. I pulled back the curtain to let her see. She winked and gave me a thumbs-up. The blonde woman on the bench raised her eyebrows at the see-through top, but said, “Cute.” “Thanks,” I said. Now that I was in the dress, I didn't find it as intimidating as I'd expected. If anything I quite enjoyed having everything on display. The blonde woman still looked uncomfortable and fidgety. “Wish he'd hurry up,” she said, indicating the stall beside mine. “I'm dying for a wee. Do you know if there's any toilets in here?” “There aren't,” Maddie said. “If you need to go, though, you could just go here.” The woman blinked. “What do you mean?” “In one of the stalls,” Maddie said. “No-one will see. And we won't tell anyone.” When the woman still looked undecided, Maddie stood up. “I'll show you,” she said. “Keep an eye out for me, Sarah?” She strode into an empty stall and turned to face us, not bothering to pull the curtain across. She lifted one leg up onto the stool in the corner, pulled her skirt right the way up, and directed a powerful stream of piss onto the carpeted floor. A dark stain spread across the floor, and froth started to form around the base of her stream. The blonde woman had clapped one hand to her mouth, but Maddie seemed oblivious to her shock. She kept her eyes on her stream until it slowed and stopped. Once finished, she wiped herself on a fold of her skirt and came out to join us in the corridor. “See?” she said to the blonde woman. “Nothing to be worried about.” The woman hesitated a moment longer, then shrugged. “What the hell,” she said, “you're only young once.” She went into the same stall, unbuckling her jeans as she did so, and perched on the edge of the stool with her jeans around her ankles. After a few seconds she started to pee. Her stream wasn't as focused as Maddie's; most of it spurted onto the floor where it joined Maddie's, but some too trickled down onto the stool, collecting around her backside. It was no lie that she had been desperate: she peed for at least a minute. When she eventually finished, she closed her eyes and gave a loud sigh. “That felt good,” she said. She stood up, brushing off her wet bum, and added, “I guess I was a bit messier than you.” I suddenly felt that I had seen as much as I could bear without some relief of a different kind. I hurriedly said something to Maddie about wanting to try on the other top, stepped back into my own cubicle and pulled the curtain closed behind me. Alone, I sank onto the stool in the corner, put my hand up my skirt, and gave myself the fingering I'd been dying for since breakfast.
  13. BeneathMyWillow

    The Holiday Pt 4: In The Morning

    The old guy was an idea I was first thinking of having in the previous chapter -- as one of Maddie's neighbours maybe. I thought it worked better on the campsite though.
  14. BeneathMyWillow

    The Holiday Pt 4: In The Morning

    Thanks again all who've commented. For posterity, the next part is here http://peefans.com/index.php?/topic/8860-the-holiday-pt-5-going-into-town/
  15. Part one is here http://peefans.com/index.php?/topic/8297-the-holiday-pt-1-on-the-beach/ ____________________________________________________ We picked Maddie and Adam up from Maddie's house on our way into town. The previous evening the two had promised to show us around the local sights. It was a Saturday and the roads were busy, and we got stuck in a traffic jam on the way into the town centre. Looking in the mirror, I could see Maddie starting to jiggle in the back seat. For a few minutes she didn't say anything. “So guys,” Maddie said after a while, leaning forward between the seats to speak to me and David. “I wonder if you have an opinion on people peeing in your car? Because I drank two coffees this morning and they've gone right through me.” “Probably best not to,” I said, while David rolled his eyes. “It's our parents' car, we don't want to get it messy.” “No worries,” Maddie said. “I can hold it a bit longer.” The queue crawled forward, and eventually we managed to find a spot in the multi-storey on the edge of the town centre. All four of us climbed out of the car and stretched. It was a hot day, and it had been stuffy inside the car. Given the heat, Maddie and I had both opted for pretty short skirts; I had leggings underneath the skirt and wore a pink tank top, while Maddie had put on a tight-fitting chequered shirt. Both boys wore t-shirts and shorts -- in Adam's case, the swimming shorts that he seemed to wear everywhere. “I'm going to have to pee here,” Maddie said, sinking into a squat beside the car. “Wait for me, will you?” “Watch out, though,” Adam said. “People coming.” He gestured towards the lifts, where there was indeed a couple walking towards us. Maddie swore under her breath and stood up quickly. “Let's get going, then,” she said. “There might be some toilets downstairs,” David said, as we crossed towards the elevators. “There are,” Maddie said, “but they've been out of order for months.” She scurried ahead of us to push the elevator button, and stood restlessly shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Once the lift arrived, she darted inside and waited impatiently for us to join her. “Listen,” she said, as soon as we'd caught up with her. “I need one of you to hold the 'close doors' button for a few minutes.” “Why?” asked David, startled. “Why do you think?” Maddie said. She rolled her skirt up, giving us all a clear view of the fact she hadn't put underwear on today, and adopted a high crouch position. In no time at all, a forceful stream of piss was hammering onto the hollow metal floor. The noise echoed in the enclosed room. Drops of spray bounced up the walls, and the floor was soon completely awash with her puddle. “My classy girlfriend, ladies and gentlemen,” Adam said, snickering. “You have a better idea?” Maddie asked, still pissing like a racehorse. “No,” Adam admitted, “and if it's going to be a mess in here anyway ...” He started to unzip his flies, before looking questioningly at me and David. “You two not joining in?” David shook his head, and I said, “I peed back on the campsite.” Adam shrugged and continued what he was doing. He didn't turn to face the wall, but pointed his cock towards the centre of the elevator, giving us all a good view of it. He played with it for a few seconds, making it harden a little, before he started to piss. He was facing me, and his arc landed between my feet. I felt droplets of spray land on my leggings, making them damp. I found it difficult to look away from that big, hardening cock pissing straight towards me. From the corner of my eye I saw Maddie standing up, her own piss finished. She was watching Adam and me, smirking. David was looking nonplussed. Adam finished up as well. He spent another second or two playing with his cock, before Maddie leaned over and grabbed it. “If there was time, I'd help you take care of this,” she said. She lowered her voice another notch, and added, “And I think Sarah wouldn't mind helping out as well.” I felt myself going red, but Maddie just gave me a wink as she tucked Adam's cock back into his shorts. David cleared his throat. “Er … What floor was it we wanted?”
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