Lucy - Chapter Six - A Grand Day Out

[gldenwetgoose 21,495]

Continuing the story of Lucy's adventures... Getting bolder!

 

Chapter Six - Part One

“Happy Birthday” said Lucy before planting a huge kiss on Steve’s lips.

It was now six or eight weeks since their first encounter and their relationship, not to mention their sex lives had gone from strength to strength.  Finally realising and admitting to each other that they actually shared the same fetish was the icing on the cake. Steve wasn’t quite so innocent as he’d initially seemed to be and Lucy wasn’t missing out on any opportunity to play up to it.

“Here you go, here’s a coffee” Steve said, handing her a large mug.

“I’ve only just had a glass of juice before I left the house” Lucy protested, but accepted the drink anyway.

 

A couple of days earlier they’d been discussing what to do for Steve’s birthday. The discussion had turned into a playful argument with Steve suggesting that he should be the one taking control just for the one day. It wasn’t too bad an idea thought Lucy, what did she have to lose.

The arrangement was that she would pick him up and they’d have a day out. He’d told her there was a challenge she’d have to complete, but other than that she didn’t know anything.

“So where am I taking you?” she asked as they got into her car, “and what’s the plan?”

Steve explained that they were catching the train to the seaside for the day, so Lucy drove them to the station. She wondered if she should have pee’d when she picked him up, still she could always go on the train.

Whilst they were waiting for the train Steve disappeared into the waiting room and then emerged with two large takeaway coffees. As he walked back up the platform towards Lucy he contemplated how cute she looked. She was wearing denim dungaree shorts over a pair of coloured opaque tights, white soled canvas lace-up pumps, a baggy T shirt and an oversize hoodie with her long blonde hair in a pony tail. Her stance struck him as cute too, legs firmly crossed, knees slightly bent and hands firmly pressed deeply into her pockets.

“Ok, here you go” he said and handed her the coffee, “This will warm you up.”

As the train pulled away from the station she quizzed Steve about his challenge.

“It’s simple. your mission, should you choose to accept it, is that you have to score 100 by the end of today. You get points every time you have a pee.”

“Okay… but there’s got to be a catch?” she asked suspiciously.

Steve smiled and explained “There’s a few rules.  Firstly, there’s got to be evidence. No proof, no points.  After each pee you have to drink at least enough to replace the fluid you’ve released.  You get 10 points for every time you have a full wee. Only five though for short measures. But if you happen to pee your clothes there’s a 10 point bonus.”

 

Lucy thought about this for a minute. Most of it sounded quite intriguing and like it could be fun trying. She certainly wouldn’t be wetting herself, that just wasn’t going to happen. Okay, so a few weeks ago she’d spurted a little bit of pee into her panties when she’d arrived home frantically desperate at the end of their first date, and then she’d experimented with a mind-blowing full bladder orgasm - deliberately peeing her pants in the bathtub but that was different.

Over her time with Steve she’d really been enjoying experimenting with her bathroom habits and knew it really turned him on. “What if I don’t score 100?” she asked.

“Then it carries on tomorrow, and the day after until you’ve learnt to follow the rules.” he said.

Ok she thought, this could be fun - what the hell. It was his birthday after all.

“Right” she said “I could do with a wee so let’s get this party started. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Steve put his hand on her knee, “Just a minute - there’s one more thing I forgot to mention. You’re not actually allowed to use a toilet. It’s up to you where and how you go, just not into a toilet.”

“But it’s nearly an hour until the train gets in!” Then for added effect she whispered into his ear “And I really need a weewee. I don’t think I can hold on for so long.”  She knew how he liked it when she put things so innocently.

“Like I said Babe, it’s entirely up to you how you do it. I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

“I’m sure I will” she replied, picking up the empty cardboard coffee cup, getting up from her seat and walking down the carriage to the toilet compartment.”

Five minutes later Lucy returned and sat down again. “That’s so much better” she said, the relief clear in her voice.

“I hope you didn’t break the rules at the first hurdle?” he teased.

Lucy winked at him and placed the previously empty takeaway coffee cup back on the table in front of him. “Proof enough?” she asked.  Steve picked it up and swirled it around gently, feeling it’s weight and noticing the warmth of the warm liquid splashing around inside the cardboard cup.

“Ok, I’ll give you that one. Good effort - a full ten points on the scorecard.”  Steve reached inside the small rucksack he’d brought with him, brought out a 500ml bottle of juice and handed it to her. “There you go Lucy, don’t want you getting thirsty”.

 

The rest of the journey seemed to pass quickly as they chatted and soon they reached their destination. As they walked out of the station and across its car park they found themselves in a shopping centre.  As they walked through they casually looked in the windows of the various different shops, stopping at some and walking past others. As they reached a larger clothing store Lucy spotted an outfit in the window.

“Tell you what Steve” she said, “I think I’ve worn completely the wrong outfit for today’s challenge. Come in here with me.”

With that Lucy led Steve into the shop and started browsing around the racks of ladies’ clothing. “Here we are, this is the one I spotted in the window.”  Lucy searched through the rail until she found the size she was looking for, then headed off with Steve towards the changing rooms.

Steve waited outside with a couple of other bored looking partners whilst a thirty something assistant who was standing fidgeting and tapping her foot directed Lucy to an empty cubicle. She slid the curtain closed behind her. She hung up her hoodie and unclipped the shoulder straps of her dungarees before wriggling them down past her hips and to the floor. She stepped out of them and then took off her pumps so she could take off her the brightly coloured tights too. Briefly Lucy looked at her reflection in the changing room’s full-length mirror. She wondered if her thighs looked too fat, she knew she was never going to be a supermodel. She also wondered if she should have chosen some different underwear - she had hoped that if Steve tried to get into her pants today he would find her grey panties cute. They had a big picture of Minnie Mouse on the front and little red and white polkadot ribbons on the waist band. She wondered though if she should have worn something sexier.  ‘Too late now’ she thought to herself.

Lucy pulled on the skirt she’d picked off the rack. It was short and quite tight, but made out of a lycra type material and quite trendy. She’d also picked up a size smaller than she’d normally take, but the fabric stretched well over her curves. Lucy admired it in the mirror, It was definitely on the short side, but not indecent she reasoned. She didn’t often wear skirts. It covered her bum in a shapely hugging way and at least half the length of her thighs. Since it was so stretchy though she could at least move freely in it. There was no way she’d have been able to have a discrete alfresco wee in her dungarees and tights, but a short lycra skirt opened lots of discrete opportunities. A girl in dungarees couldn’t pretend she was kneeling to tie a shoelace or look for her keys, or even just sit cross legged in a park whilst she released her golden flow.

The tightness of the skirt’s waistband drew Lucy’s attention to a growing ache in her bladder as all the juice she’d drunk, as well as probably some of the large coffee from earlier, was filtering quite quickly into it. As she turned sideways to try and look at her bum in the mirror, Lucy ran a hand over her stomach and realised how hard it felt. She’d have to start thinking about plans for her next pee soon.

Lucy changed back into her dungarees, putting the tights into her pocket and then paid for the skirt at the cash desk. Then she turned to Steve and said “Can you just give me a minute, there’s something I need to do.”

As she approached the changing rooms for the second time, Lucy smiled at the slightly miserable looking shop assistant who was on duty there. “Do you mind if I get changed into this” she asked, “I’ve paid for it, I’ve got the receipt here”.

“Do whatever you want Love, I’ve given up caring, I’ve been waiting for someone else to take over here for half an hour now, I’m about to wet myself so I’m going on my break.” With that she waved Lucy into the changing rooms and walked briskly away.

Lucy checked that no-one else was near the cubicle she’d chosen, made sure for the second time that the curtain was completely closed before again removing her dungarees. Then she reached into the pocket of her hoodie and swigged the last mouthful of juice from the plastic bottle which fortunately had a wide neck.

Standing with her back to the side wall of the changing room opposite the full length mirror Lucy dropped down her cute grey panties to the floor and then bent her knees to slide down the wall until she was in a low squat. That was a view she wasn’t used to she thought as she looked at herself in the mirror. Then she rocked forward into a high kneeling position with her legs apart. Lucy used one hand to part her pussy lips whilst she held the bottle against her pee hole with the other. ‘Thank goodness Steve chose a bottle with a wide neck’ she thought. The hard plastic touching her most sensitive private parts felt very alien to her, but not a bad feeling. Lucy could feel her heart racing. She was after all about to use a shop changing room as her personal toilet. She’d peed into a jug before and just onto the ground lots of times, but this plastic bottle was a first. What if she misjudged where to hold it and left a big puddle on the shop floor? What if she was spotted? she didn’t fancy spending the rest of the day in a Police cell.

Lucy tried to slow down her breathing and then as she relaxed she pushed gently downwards to expel the liquid from her bladder. At first Lucy’s nervousness wouldn’t let anything happen but after a few moments she felt the familiar sensation of her pee flowing to the tip of her urethra. Then she heard the gentle hiss of it emerging and the trickle as it flowed down the inside of the bottle. She tried to keep her flow as steady as she could and felt the warmth rise up the bottle as it became heavier. Just as she was starting to worry about the bottle overflowing and her wee leaking onto the carpet her flow slowed and stopped. She moved the bottle away watching as two or three drips fell from her pussy and quickly soaked into the carpet. Lucy guessed hers wasn’t the first urine to soak into that carpet.

Lucy used her now discarded tights to wipe the last few drops of pee off her lady parts and then standing up again, she quickly put her knickers back on, pulled the cardboard labels off the skirt and then stepped into it. Pulling it up to her waist, it felt much better now and the bulge in her tummy had reduced.

As they walked out of the store Lucy turned to Steve “Can I put my dungarees in your rucksack Honey?” she said, quickly followed by a wink as she handed Steve the still warm Oasis bottle and said “Oh and can I give you my juice too?”

 

 

Chapter Six - Part Two

Steve and Lucy carried on their walk through the town, with Lucy swigging on a large sized can of energy drink. She didn’t want to think how much sugar was in it, or how many other artificial chemicals either, but she knew she needed to keep her fluid intake up.

As they walked further away from the railway station and shopping centre they’d just visited, the high street shops gave way more to the small shabby looking hotels and tacky souvenir shops that the British seaside manages to carry off so well. Soon they left those behind too as they reached the promenade, with the beach ahead of them and the wide vista of the sea.

“Left or right?” said Steve.   “It looks less crowded to the left” replied Lucy and so they turned to walk down the long, wide tarmac surface of the promenade. There were a few people about, but it was midweek and outside the main holiday season so fairly quiet, just a couple of joggers and the odd dog walker.

Soon they reached a quaint row of wooden beach huts, a throwback to the town’s Victorian roots. Although each hut was identical in construction, like a large wooden garden shed with just a door and a small glazed window on the front. It was obvious they were privately owned. Each had been painted in a different colour by their owners and in the windows many had small plants and ornaments.

One of the huts looked a lot less maintained than the others with fading, peeling paint. Lucy spotted an estate agent’s notice in its window and giggled, “I thought that said Toilet, or is that just wishful thinking!”.  The she noticed that the door of the hut wasn’t quite shut. The sugary energy drink was making Lucy feel a little bit giddy and before Steve even realised what she was doing, Lucy pushed the door open, took a quick peek inside and then pulled Steve inside with her, quickly shutting the door behind them and giggling. It was obvious it was some time since that particular hut had been used. There wasn’t much light from the small window and the hut was empty apart from a built in wooden bench type seat on one side. There was no decoration either apart from a faded off-cut of old carpet on the floor, it’s grubby colour visible through a layer of sand. The beach hut reminded Lucy of her Dad’s old garden shed.

 

Lucy and Steve stood facing each other inside the hut and kissed, pretty much recreating their first encounter when Lucy had persuaded Steve to help her prepare for her motorbike instructor’s course. That had been her excuse anyway.  Then after a few minutes, Lucy stepped back and perched against the edge of the wooden bench seat. Lucy tried to put on her best seductive face, fluttering her eyelashes at Steve as she said “I’ve got a birthday present for you here…  Would you like to see what it is?”   As she was speaking, Lucy pulled up the front of her stretchy short black skirt revealing more of her legs, but more particularly giving Steve a clear view of the triangle formed by her grey cotton panties.

“What, Minnie Mouse” laughed Steve as he saw the design printed on her underwear.

“No silly” replied Lucy, “That’s just the packaging, not the present!”

As Steve looked more closely, Lucy opened her knees slightly and Steve noticed that the shape of her mound looked slightly smoother and more defined than he was used to seeing it. Seeing her panties tightly following the contours of her skin he was reminded of the shape of a peach.

“Look Babe, I’m all smooth. I’ve had a tidy up especially for you.”  As she spoke, Lucy hooked a finger into the leg of her panties and pulled them aside, revealing a freshly shaved pair of pussy lips to him.  Steve wasted no time in reaching down and stroking his fingers from the top of her slit, downwards feeling her contours through the fabric of her panties.

Lucy lifted her backside off the bench for just long enough to slip her panties down, removing them and taking them in her hand. Then she twisted them around her wrist so they looked like some ‘80s inspired fashion accessory. She pulled the skirt upwards which bunched up around her waist.  Steve continued to stroke her freshly shaved skin. It felt so smooth and soft to the touch as her ran his fingers up and down, exploring the feel of her naked pussy lips. As he did so, he was squeezing gently between his fingers and thumb and sending tingles of pleasure up Lucy’s spine. Then Steve started to gently but firmly rub two fingers against her clitoris and downwards over her inner labia, causing Lucy to moan with pleasure.

Lucy leaned forward and whispered in his ear “What’s the difference between a lentil and a chickpea?”

“Huh?” said Steve, totally confused as to how this related to the intimate massage he was delivering.

Between murmurs of pleasure Lucy replied “Well you wouldn’t want to have a lentil on your hand right now would you.”  With that she closed her eyes, arched her back and pushed downwards on her bladder muscles.  She felt the familiar pleasure of her urine reach the opening of her urethra.  As his hand worked a little bit of magic around her clitoris, Steve felt the lips of her pussy spread slightly as she pushed and then a trickle of hot pee dribbled onto the palm of his hand where it trickled down to his fingertips before dripping onto the carpet below.  The flow of hot urine lasted for only a few seconds, quickly stopping. ‘Why the hell did it have to be carpet, I can never pee on carpet’ thought Lucy to herself.  Steve was obviously incredibly turned on by feeling Lucy’s hot release of pee on his hand, he started to press more firmly against Lucy’s private parts with her wee mixing with her juices to help lubricate the movement of his fingers against her clitoris.

The murmurs of pleasure were turning into moans as Lucy felt the first signs of the orgasm that Steve was obviously intent of bringing her towards. She arched her back and was enjoying the thrill of every little movement of his fingers, which were now teasing just around the opening of her vagina.

 

Suddenly though, they heard voices which were very close by and a key rattled in the door. Steve jumped back in panic and Lucy jumped up, frantically trying to pull her skirt back in place to hide her bare backside and lady parts. Just in time she managed to cover herself up as the door swung open and they heard a mans voice saying “Here we are then. This hut has been vacant for some time, but….”   The voice tailed off in surprise as the owner of the voice, a tall man wearing a pinstripe suit and accompanied by an elderly couple, stood and stared in disbelief at Steve and Lucy.

Lucy was the first to react, lifting her head high, taking hold of Steve’s hand and marching briskly from the hut past the surprised estate agent and his clients.

“Thank you so much” she said “We’ll be in touch with our offer.” before looking at Steve and giggling “RUN!!!”.

Steve and Lucy ran up the promenade away from the beach huts until after a few hundred yards they saw a gap in the sea wall and a sandy path onto the beach. They turned onto the path and into the sand dunes that marked the divide between the wall and the smooth sand of the beach. As they climbed up onto the dunes they were still giggling about nearly being caught in the act.

As they walked across the undulating sand dunes Lucy felt the cool breeze coming off the sea, which felt cold against her legs despite the warm sunshine.

“Shit!” she exclaimed “I’ve still got no knickers on. I hope nobody saw my bits as we were legging it just then”.

They climbed down into one of the sand dunes and sat on the soft sand, cuddling up together and laughing about their experience and imagining what could have happened if they’d been caught.  After a few minutes in the warm sun, shelter from the wind and feeling relaxed in the comfort of each other’s cuddles they closed their eyes and drifted into a comfortable doze together.

Some time later Lucy woke with a familiar, not-unpleasant feeling of a dull aching pressure on her bladder. As she stirred, Steve also woke and they both sat up.

“I could really do with a pee, it must be that energy drink” said Lucy, “I take it you don’t mind if I have a wee?”  Of course Steve didn’t object and if Lucy was about to empty her bladder into the soft sand right in-front of him then all the better.

“There’s no empty cup or bottle this time” he pointed out, “but I don’t suppose that’s a problem for you is it?”

“I think I can manage.” she said  “Like I’ve told you before, us girls are resourceful. I don’t need a toilet.”  Lucy of course knew this was no problem. She’d let her golden flood out many times before in all sorts of outdoor locations including on the beach.

Steve saw an opportunity here and encouraged Lucy to share some more tales of her and her friends’ exploits. A couple of weeks earlier Lucy had enjoyed turning him on with tales of her desperate drive home with Jenny, Tracey and Becky.

“I know you’ve peed outside before, some of the tales you’ve told me are pretty hot. I guess each of you girls have a slightly different style and preferred approach to it. Is that the sort of things you girls all talk about when you’re together?”

“I don’t know about us comparing notes” replied Lucy “But you’re right, we do all have our different approaches. As an example, look at our ride home a couple of weeks ago…”

With that Lucy stood up and stepped forward, turning around to face Steve and put her hands on her hips.

“So who would you like me to be this afternoon?  Obviously I’m not going to pee like Becky - she was so desperate, she wet her knickers before she could get them down. Not for the first time as I recall. But since I’m not wearing any we’ll leave poor Becky out of it.

So that leaves Jenny or Tracey.  If I was Jenny I’d probably be wearing an expensive business suit or maybe some tight white jeans, maybe jodhpurs too if I was at the stables. If I was really bursting for the loo I’d probably be standing with my legs crossed like this and when it got really bad I’d have my hand pressing on my pee-hole too.

Then when I found somewhere to relieve myself, I’d pull my pants down. I’d probably be wearing some really expensive underwear. I’d pull my trousers and knickers down and then I’d squat down like this and let fly.”

As she said this, Lucy acted out each step of removing an imaginary set of pants and then slowly dropped to a low squat, looking a little like a pole dancer. As she reached her squatting position her tight black skirt rode up to leave her backside bare, just a couple of inches above the sand, Lucy opened her knees slightly giving Steve another tantalising view of her freshly shaved pussy.

Lucy quickly stood up again.   Fortunately the sand dunes where they stood were undulating enough that even if somebody had walked nearby, they wouldn’t have seen anything below shoulder height. As it was this part of the beach and sand dunes seemed quite deserted.

 

Lucy pulled the stretchy black skirt up around her waist as she had done in the beach hut and stood with her feet spread apart and said “ No, I think today I might be Tracey. She’s the one likely to have no knickers on after all”. Then she leaned back and with both hands gently pulled the outer lips of her pussy apart and upwards. As Steve watched with a big grin on his face, Lucy sprayed out a forceful but messy jet of pee which arced forwards and splattered roughly on the sand in front of her. Steve watched as Lucy pushed again, this time spraying a continuous flow of urine accompanied by a loud hissing noise. As Lucy squeezed her muscles harder her pee force increased, splattering wildly on the ground near Steve’s feet. Lucy swing her hips from side to side and laughed as her flow wet the sand in an arc in-front of her. As the force of her flow decreased, Lucy gradually squatted down with her knees wide apart so that the last of her pee fell to the sand below her. Then she wiped the last few drops off her clean shaven pussy with her fingers and licked them, tasting the sweetness of the energy drink.

As she finished, Lucy stood up again and wriggled to pull her short skirt back into place. “So, how was that for you. I have to say it felt absolutely amazing to me. I’ve never pee’d standing up like that outdoors before.” she said.

“Oh it was amazing!” replied Steve, then with a laugh he added “The only thing is, next you’ll need to learn how to aim properly.  Shall I show you how it’s done?”

In her mind Lucy cursed him, how ungrateful after everything she’d just done to put on an amazing show for him. All he could do was pick fault with her aim. It wasn’t like she was really equipped to be able to direct her stream that well was it. For one thing he had a bit of extra pipework to help him and besides, she knew blokes didn’t always hit the spot. She’d had to wipe her own toilet seat at home before she could sit down to wee a few times, admittedly usually only after her brother had returned from the pub.

Steve stood up and unbuckled his jeans, undoing his fly and started to took his penis out of his pants. It was slightly swollen, but since he’d just watched Lucy release her bladder whilst standing right in front of him that was hardly unexpected.

“Would you like a hand with that?” asked Lucy and without waiting for an answer stepped up behind him and reached both hands around his waist so that she could pull his jeans and boxer shorts down to mid thigh. Then she gently took hold of his firm manhood.  Steve closed his eyes and murmured gently as he relaxed and started to pee. Lucy knew that Steve hadn’t been to the toilet since they left his house. She’d had the pleasure of releasing her full bladder into the empty coffee cup on the train, the juice bottle in the shopping centre and then of course raining onto the sand just now.  Steve obviously had a full bladder to release though  and his stream of dark yellow coloured urine continued for some time.

Lucy had of course seen men, usually late night when they we too drunk to care, standing in an alleyway or doorway pissing away.  She’d never actually taken the opportunity to look that closely though. As Steve continued to water the sand in-front of him, Lucy gently moved his penis from side to side, watching his stream obediently flow where she guided it. She giggled as she tried writing her name in the soft sand, but it didn’t really work, perhaps she needed more practise she thought.

As she held Steve’s manhood she became aware of the effect her fingers were having, as she felt the familiar effect of it stiffening and lifting. She cupped her other hand beneath his balls gently tickling them with her fingertips. As she did so she saw the pressure and shape of his stream change, now shooting much further forwards in a finer stream with a louder hiss.

Steve’s murmurs of pleasure became moans as his stream finished and she wrapped her fingers properly around his now fully erect shaft and began to masturbate him. With her other hand she changed from gently fingertip touches to instead very gently running her fingernails over his balls.  The combined effects of having just had a ringside seat for Lucy’s pee and having her masturbate him feeling the sea breeze in the warm open air had the desired effect and Lucy soon brought him to a powerful climax, leaving him gasping as his semen joined Lucy’s wee and soaked into the sand.

Then as they sat down again against the slope of the dune and cuddled, Lucy let Steve’s fingertips finish their work that had been so rudely interrupted in the beach hut and she also shuddered to an amazing orgasm.

 

[chubbybirb999 1,560]

This was a really fun and hot read :) thank you for sharing it! I haven’t read the other instalments but I may just go off and do exactly that now ;)

[Alfresco 11,633]

I loved that epsiode lots of good detail and the estate agent discovering them in the beach hut was a nice touch.   I'd love to have the opportunity to spend a day with Lucy.

[gldenwetgoose 21,495]

Thanks guys.  I wouldn’t mind a day with Lucy myself...

She’s got a strong head on her shoulders - knows her mind, although she’s enjoying trying a few new things. More to come. 

I’ve posted previously, Lucy is about 40% someone I used to know many years ago and 40% someone I know now. The other 20% is pure fantasy. 

You can probably guess who Steve is - although he’s got a not so nice side, don’t know where that’s come from. 

In my teenage years I met ‘Lucy’ and failed at least one A level as a consequence. Not that I’m complaining. I guess I was into pee then, although of course the Internet didn’t exist. It was a bit of a curiosity more than a fetish then. Lucy it turned out was a bit pee shy, but willing to try bless her. 

Watch this space - more of that day out coming soon. 

[pwpj 462]

I'm really liking the Lucy series - please keep it up! :)

[gldenwetgoose 21,495]

Thanks @pwpj - It's all written, or at least a good few further chapters.  I don't want to flood you with it all in one go though - want to keep you holding on and desperate.... 😉

[pwpj 462]

How mean of you....!

Your stories have all the elements I like in them. Relatable (we could all picture Lucy as someone we know), realistic (nothing ridiculous and OTT, a genuine situation), well written, a good believable backstory and UK based!

I've written some stuff in the past and have more I'd like to do when the writing bug takes me again...

[gldenwetgoose 21,495]

On 2/18/2019 at 9:15 PM, pwpj said:

How mean of you....!

Your stories have all the elements I like in them. Relatable (we could all picture Lucy as someone we know), realistic (nothing ridiculous and OTT, a genuine situation), well written, a good believable backstory and UK based!

I've written some stuff in the past and have more I'd like to do when the writing bug takes me again...

Thank you - glad you like them!

Must admit I've not written any fiction since school - some dissertation stuff at uni and work, but never anything like this.  I guess some of the great fiction on here was a real inspiration. There's at least one part inspired by the Rugby Girls - though very subtly I hope.

The next part of the day out is coming up very, very soon now -

[gldenwetgoose 21,495]

As promised - the rest of Lucy's adventure is now online, it's a separate story covering the rest of the day out.  Hope you like it and the direction it takes... 

[MidoriLemonade85 2,366]

I really liked the vivid description of the UK seaside and beach huts! So cute! 

They have such a playful relationship. It was nice for Lucy to hold Steve’s cock as he peed on the beach. I hope I can do that one day.

I can imagine Lucy’s orgasm would be pretty intense by that point! 

[gldenwetgoose 21,495]

1 hour ago, MidoriLemonade85 said:

I really liked the vivid description of the UK seaside and beach huts! So cute! 

They have such a playful relationship. It was nice for Lucy to hold Steve’s cock as he peed on the beach. I hope I can do that one day.

I can imagine Lucy’s orgasm would be pretty intense by that point! 

Thanks!!!   And for info:

https://www.beachhuts.com/

[MidoriLemonade85 2,366]

56 minutes ago, gldenwetgoose said:

Thanks!!!   And for info:

https://www.beachhuts.com/

Wow, fabulous! 🏖

Maybe Steve and Lucy could have some fun in an Aussie beach hut one day too! 

https://www.beachhuts.com.au/

https://www.bayside.vic.gov.au/services/facilities-and-venues/brighton-beach-bathing-boxes

https://thenewdaily.com.au/finance/property/2019/01/05/australias-most-expensive-beach-huts/amp/