Lucy - Chapter Six - A Grand Day Out (Continued...)

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

Presenting, for your delight Ladies and gentlemen, the continuation of Lucy's day at the seaside...   I'd strongly suggest taking in the earlier parts of the story, if not the full set of Lucy stories.  They'll set the scene and add a bit of context to the tale if nothing else.

Hope you like the tale...

 

 

Chapter Six - Part III

After their morning in the sand-dunes, Steve and Lucy headed back towards town to a fast food place. As they finished their lunch and Lucy washed down her burger and fries with a large cup of diet coke, they discussed the morning’s exploits and in particular Lucy’s progress with her challenge.

“So how am I doing so far,” she asked, “Am I on target to complete my challenge today? I’m trying so hard to be a good girl.”

The challenge Steve had set was of course that Lucy would score points each time she had a pee, but actually using a toilet was strictly against the rules. Steve totalled up the points score.

“So, ten points for each pee you’ve taken - so that’s 10 points for peeing in the empty cup on the train and then another 10 for filling that juice bottle in the clothes shop. I wish I could have taken a sneaky peek at you doing that one.  I’m only going to give you half points for a tiny trickle in the beach hut but then full points for your performance in the sand dunes.  So I make that 35 points so far. You’ve got some way to go yet, but the day’s young.”

“OK, I’d better get a wriggle on. Let me just get a refill on this drink first then.” smiled Lucy. “What’s on the agenda this afternoon?”

 

The answer to that question soon became apparent as they left the burger bar and Steve steered her down the street and into the town’s ice rink. Steve paid for their entrance and they walked through from the front desk into the arena to collect their skates. As they handed over their shoes and deposited Steve’s rucksack Lucy shivered in the cold air and squirmed slightly with her bare legs firmly twisted together under her short, tight stretchy black skirt. ‘God it’s cold she thought, that’s twice today I’ve chosen the wrong outfit. I’m so glad I’ve put my knickers back on though, I’d be risking frostbite otherwise.’

The ice rink, like the rest of the town, wasn’t too busy. It was a midweek afternoon after all. As they took to the ice, it appeared that Steve was able to skate reasonably well. Nothing fancy, but he could put one foot in-front of the other at least. For Lucy this was an entirely alien experience and not one she was particularly enjoying. It took her a while to actually build up the confidence to take to the ice at all and when she did, it was all she could do to stand up holding onto the rail at the edge of the rink.  Gradually she made her way tottering around the edge and as she gradually gained confidence was able to move away from the edge, clinging for dear life onto Steve’s arm as she allowed him to steer her around the rink.

As their time passed, Lucy found that the effort of trying to stay upright was actually keeping her warm, her bare legs didn’t feel quite as cold and she could actually perhaps be beginning to enjoy her skater-girl experience. After a while the cheesy background music stopped for a twenty minute interlude whilst a couple of figure skaters whirled around the ice so Steve and Lucy sat in the rink’s cafe sipping on a hot chocolate. At least it was warm in there.

Then the cheesy music started again Steve encouraged her back out for some more skating. As they stepped out of the cafe the cold air Lucy felt the sudden pang as though her bladder had suddenly shrunk to half it’s size, with the two large lunchtime drinks doubling the pressure upon it. She realised that she’d hardly noticed the feeling of her bladder filling which was now probably about a seven on her personal Richter scale.

Again they took to the ice with Steve leading the way and Lucy tottering around clinging to his arm. As she did so, she was weighing up her options. Her feeling of desperation was increasing fairly quickly now, although she knew she could still easily keep control for quite some time. The issue was though, what were her options. Obviously actually going to the toilet wasn’t an option. Maybe there was a disabled bathroom which may have a drain in the floor she could squat over or where she could perhaps perch her bum over the edge of a sink?  Surely that would fit the rules of Steve’s challenge? Was there anywhere else around the rink? She looked around at the tiers of plastic seating all around the rink, perhaps they could go and sit down there for a few minutes, crouch down as though fastening her shoelace and pull her panties to one side. Her short skirt would help out there.

As Lucy looked around surveying the sides of the rink, suddenly one of the figure skaters swooped past, missing her by a few inches and causing Lucy to completely loose her balance. Her legs flew out from under her and she thudded to the ice, landing on her backside with a huge gasped “Ooof”, her legs spread apart on the cold ice. The fall completely knocked the wind out of her. As she’d fallen she also pulled Steve down with her who’d done a quick Bambi-on-ice impression before landing on his hands and knees right in-front of her.

As Steve looked to check if Lucy was injured he saw her with hands over her face and chest heaving up and down. He couldn’t tell if she was sobbing or laughing, but as his eyes fell downwards he realised her stretchy skirt had risen up. He had a clear view of Minnie Mouse’s face on her grey briefs and it took a few moments for his brain to process why it seemed that Minnie was being sick. As he looked on he realised that he was watching a nearly clear liquid bubble and squirt through the front of Lucy’s knickers and he saw the grey material darken in a patch which grew from the area of Minnie’s mouth upwards in a narrow line but mainly downwards and across the width of her gusset.  The flow continued for a few seconds, forming a pool between her thighs which began to flow across the ice towards him.

 

Steve quickly helped Lucy back to her feet, with a pool of her wee splashing off the back of her short skirt onto the ice as she did so. Steve helped Lucy hobble across the ice to the nearest exit where Lucy could walk much more easily across the rubber matting to one of the tiered rows of plastic arena seats. As they sat down Lucy wiped tears from her eyes, the fall had really hurt, but started to laugh.

“Thank God I’ve got a fat arse!” she said, “I could have really injured myself if I didn’t have so much natural padding. I can’t believe I’ve wet myself though - I was just thinking how much I really needed to find somewhere to have a wee and then, Wham Bam! I’m flooding the ice. I Hope I haven’t left a big yellow patch.”

As Lucy spoke she pulled up her skirt and checked the wet patch on her knickers which showed as a clearly visible dark grey line. It spread in an arc from where her pubic hair would have been right down and she know from the cold sensation that her bum was also soaked too.

“At least when I was weeing it was hot. I didn’t even realise I was pissing myself at first. The first I knew of it was when I suddenly felt it ll delicious and hot around my pussy and bum.”

“I hope you’re not too pissed off with me?” said Steve, “Maybe it wasn’t a great idea coming here?”

“No it’s fine.” replied Lucy, “I’m not pissed off with you at all. If anything I’m pissed off at having a wet bum. It’s freezing now. If I sit here much longer I’m probably going to freeze to the seat and have yellow icicles hanging off my bits.”

Then she added, “Nobody can see us here in these seats can they?  I’m thinking that pissed IN is going to be better than pissed off.”

 

With that she quickly looked around to make sure nobody was looking, then pulled her skirt out from under her wet panties. It was the sort of material to dry quickly she reassured herself.  Then as Steve watched on intently, she closed her eyes and leaned forwards slightly. After a couple of seconds Steve heard a muffled hiss and watched for the second time as Minnie Mouse’s mouth appeared to expel hot liquid and the grey fabric darkened. This time the flow didn’t stop - Lucy’s bladder was still full and a pool of pale yellow urine formed on the plastic seat between Lucy’s thighs. The angle of the seat meant that her pee formed a deep puddle and Lucy moaned with pleasure as she felt its warmth rise up against her pussy. She could feel the dampness spread across her bum cheeks and then heard the start of a trickle of her pee off the back and front of the seat onto the black rubber matting under her skates. Eventually once her bladder had emptied and Lucy had stopped moaning in pleasure she slid herself carefully forwards in the seat, splashing a huge pool of her liquid onto the floor.

“Now, let me get out of these before they get cold. It looks like I’ll be going commando again.” As she said that Lucy wriggled the wet knickers down to her knees and then lifted her skates out of them, leaving them lying soggily in her now huge wet puddle. Then she turned and squatted down between the two rows of seats to make sure she stayed out of view.  Facing towards Steve, Lucy opened her knees slightly to give Steve a tantalising peak of her neatly shaved pussy and then pushed downwards on her bladder muscles again, forcing out two more quick spurts of pee. Her urine shot out messily in an arc, forwards onto the rubber mat at his feet where it steamed briefly as it met the rest of the larger puddle of her pee. Lucy searched in the pockets of her hoodie hoping to find a tissue but instead pulled out the coloured tights she’d changed out of earlier. She used them to dry off her bottom, legs and then gave her pussy an extra special rub before adding the damp tights to the puddle under her seat. ‘That should give somebody a surprise’ she thought.

“Do you mind if we get out of here?” Lucy asked and Steve agreed it was probably a good idea if they did.  As they left the ice rink the late afternoon sunshine felt warm and comforting, Lucy was glad to be free of the frosty air on her bare legs. Steve stopped and rooted around in the rucksack, pulling out a small plastic carrier bag.

“I got you a small present when you were trying the skirt on. Just in case you needed it.” he winked as he finished his sentence, pulling out a black string thong and handed it to Lucy.

“You got me an eye-patch!” she laughed, holding it up to her face and laughing as she peered through the tiny black mesh triangle. “Let’s hope the next place you’re taking me is a bit warmer!”

 

 

Chapter Six - Part IV

Their day in the seaside town was drawing towards late afternoon and Lucy was pondering the strange events of the day. A few weeks ago her brain seemed to have made some strange connection, a sort of mental ‘pain and pleasure’ connection which she’d never noticed in her 23 previous years.

It had been almost coincidental with the first time she’d kissed Steve, the student five years younger than herself. On that night she’d only just made it home without completely wetting herself, apart from a spurt of hot urine into cotton panties. The warm wet fabric had actually felt good against her skin and then desperately releasing a flood of her wee had got her really aroused.  She’d explored that feeling again over the days and weeks since. She liked to be in control and understand these things and it seemed that somehow the feelings of having a desperately overfull bladder and then the planning and actually achieving it’s release were very much a turn-on for her.

Maybe Steve was some sort of Shamen she thought, who could invade her mind, planting thoughts in there and making her carry out naughty deeds for his pleasure? The thought amused her. Today had certainly proved that Steve was getting a good deal of pleasure from Lucy’s peeing.  After all, it was him that had planned their trip to the seaside and had set the challenge. Points to be scored every time she had a wee, but not being allowed to use a toilet.

It had started as fun, peeing into an empty cup on the train and then the naughtiness of a shop changing cubicle and the open air of the sand dunes. Having an accident and completely flooding her panties in the ice rink was a less pleasurable memory and the reason why she was now completely naked under her short, slightly damp black skirt.

With just over an hour until their early evening train home, Steve had suggested they get a bite to eat and they’d got a table at a large busy seafront pub, one of those anonymous chain places serving cheap food and acting as a meeting-up point for nighttime revellers.

Steve headed to the bar to order food and drinks whilst Lucy headed into the ladies toilet. She wasn’t planning to actually use the loo and after flooding the ice rink floor she didn’t need to anyway, but there was the little matter of her lack of underwear to deal with. Scrunched up in her hand she carried the black mesh G-string that Steve had bought for her and she locked herself into a cubicle and stepped into it. Despite being a pretty open minded girl she’d never actually worn a thong before and it was a definite strange feeling at first. ‘Like a cheese wire.’ she thought to herself. It was also much smaller of course than she was used to and she could feel the string slipping between the cheeks of her bum in a pretty intimate way. During the day she’d spent a couple of occasions completely without any pants on, so the feeling of her bare bum against the skirt didn’t feel too unusual.

As she returned to the table she was surprised to see Steve sitting with four drinks.

“Am I seeing double or something?” she asked and Steve explained that apparently it was happy hour so all drinks were two-for-one.

“I got you a pint of lager shandy” he added, “well two actually. I know you're driving when we get off the train.”

 

After they’d finished eating and downed their drinks they walked briskly back past the guest houses and arcades. As they approached the Station they were surprised to see a row of buses lined up on the car park and a sign at the station doorway advising that rail services were suspended and the buses were running instead.

“Wait here and I’ll find out which is our bus.” Steve told Lucy and headed towards the ticket office. After what seemed like an eternity he reappeared, grabbed Lucy’s hand and ushered her onto their bus. A few passengers were already seated on the coach near the front, although it wasn’t by any means crowded. They sat near the back of the coach which was at least fairly comfortable.

“Do you think I’ve got time to go for a wee?” Lucy asked whilst they waited.

“I wouldn’t risk it - you don’t want to miss the bus now. Anyway, it looks like your options are a bit limited.  You know the rules.”

‘The rules’, cursed Lucy to herself. Steve’s little game had started off as fun enough, but the accident on the ice had really started to raise questions in her mind. It wasn’t like he’d forced her to have an accident was it? It was after all an accident wasn’t it? Could he really have deliberately created all those circumstances which led to her to emptying a full bladder into her knickers.   Maybe he had a point though about the limited options - there wasn’t much shelter around the car park and there were quite a few commuters about, not to mention railway staff. There didn’t seem to be many places at all for a girl to have a sneaky wee.

Lucy’s thoughts were interrupted as the driver got onto the coach, started the engine and pulled out of the car park. As they started their journey they chatted about various things and were lost in conversation. After about twenty minutes Steve brought the conversation around to the day’s activities and in particular Lucy’s several very varied pit-stops.

“Anyway, I must be nearly there on points now.” she said, “I was on 35 after this morning’s antics and then I’ve peed twice at the ice rink - still can’t believe I wet my knickers and did it twice, so that’s twenty points each time. So, 75 points at the moment, nearly at the golden target as it were!”

As she spoke, Lucy became aware of the two pints of shandy that had been steadily making their way from her stomach, through her kidneys and into the holding cell that was her bladder. She wasn’t desperate but at the same time knew she was filling up. It wasn’t a bad feeling, almost comforting in a strange sort of way. Lucy slipped down slightly in her seat, putting her knees up against the seat in-front, put her head on Steve’s shoulders and closed her eyes. It was warm on the coach, making her feel deliciously cozy. She could feel warm air wafting from the heater vents up the backs of her legs and she could feel the string of her new thong running down between the inside of her pussy lips which still felt strange but at the same time certainly not unpleasant.

 

Some time later, Lucy was woken by a familiar sharp pang of pain. She didn't know how long she’d been asleep but it was now dark outside. She certainly knew what had disturbed her.

“Where are we? Have we got far to go, I really need a wee.”

Steve replied that he thought they did have some way to go, which wasn’t the answer Lucy wanted to hear. She sat up and crossed her legs tightly, trying to think of something apart from her bladder. At least by moving, the elasticated waistband of her skirt wasn’t pressing so had on her bladder any more and the sharp pain was replaced by a heavy dull ache.

“Don’t you need to go?” she asked him.

“No, I’m fine.” he said “I went to the toilets at the station when I found out we had to get this bus.”

Lucy was really not impressed at this and sat in silence. After about five or ten minutes though her predicament was getting worse, the heavy dull ache was gradually worsening and as they hit the occasional bump in the otherwise smooth motorway little jolts of pain teased her nerves.

“It’s no good”, Said Lucy. “I’m going to have to go to the loo. And before you ask, yes I know the rules.”

With that Lucy stood up and squeezed past Steve into the aisle. She walked past the empty rows of seats to the coach’s toilet which like most luxury coaches was down a couple of steps by the emergency exit. As she twisted on the handle, to her dismay Lucy noticed the card sign taped to the door “Sorry, not in use”.  No matter whether she twisted the handle, pulled or pushed on the door it appeared to be locked and certainly wouldn’t open.

The action of standing up certainly wasn’t helping either. Lucy could feel gravity acting on her bladder more than ever and the feeling of her urine wishing itself freedom.  Debating what she could do wasn’t helping either. Since she was already halfway to the front of the coach, she carried on walking slowly down the aisle, cautiously steadying herself on the headrests on either side as the coach swayed gently. At the front of the coach she stepped down to be level with the driver.

“I’m really sorry to disturb you,” she started to say to the driver, “but do you….”

Lucy didn’t get to finish her sentence before the driver interrupted her “I’m sorry miss, but I’m not allowed to converse with passengers whilst driving, except in an emergency. Please could you return to your seat.”

“This is an emergency!” replied Lucy, “or at least it will be - I’m really bursting for the toilet. Do you have a key to the bathroom?”

“I’m sorry, I’m only the driver. The coach company policy is for it to be locked and the key is back at the office. You can imagine the state it would get in on the late night runs otherwise.”

‘Not helpful’ thought Lucy. ‘I can imagine the state this coach floor might be getting in soon.’

“I really wish I could help” said the driver with genuine sympathy in his voice. “It’s not like I could stop anywhere on the motorway. It’s illegal and I couldn’t risk losing my licence, I’d lose my job. I’ll get us back as soon as I can. Shouldn’t be more than about 40 minutes now.”

That really wasn’t the news Lucy wanted to hear. Forty minutes seemed like an eternity away. If she was still dry when she made it back to her car, then there was the matter of driving home too, adding to the journey. Lucy vowed that she most definitely be getting into her car with a freshly emptied bladder. If that meant emptying her flood of pee into the station toilets then so be it, challenge or no challenge. She was rapidly tiring of Steve’s stupid game.

As she returned to her seat, Steve seemed to have dozed off and didn’t show any sign of realising she was standing next to him in the aisle with her legs tightly crossed. Rather than squeeze past him into her window seat, Lucy carried on a couple of rows to the very back of the coach. No-one else was nearby, they were all sitting much nearer the front. Lucy took off her oversize hoodie and then wriggled out of the stretchy tight lycra skirt she’d bought earlier that day. Without the fabric pressing on her tummy at least the imminent feeling of her pee about to burst out of her urethra was lessened, the ache remained but was at least less painful.

Lucy curled up sideways across two of the back seats with her feet on the seat next to her, pulled her knees up and covered herself as best she could with the hoodie, imagining it was a warm comfortable blanket. The other benefit of being covered by her hoodie was that Lucy could place a hand between her legs, holding her lips together and clamping her pee-hole firmly shut. As she did so she felt the coarse mesh of her G-string against her fingers and tickling against a few bits of stubble on her otherwise cleanly shaven private parts.

If she had over half an hour to wait, reasoned Lucy, she should at least think about something else. Something comforting, something that put her back in control of her body. She’d well and truly had enough of Steve getting his kicks out of her discomfort.

 

She closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing slowly and deeply, enjoying a feeling of relaxation. She imagined herself riding her brother’s large motorbike, cruising along the road on a warm summer day, overtaking every other vehicle around her. In control. In her mind she imagined the feel of tight leathers against her skin, imagining the feel of the jacket’s silky lining caressing against her bare shoulders, bare back and most of all her bare breasts. Under the tight leather jeans she was also naked and she could feel their suede inside smooth against her pussy, feeling an arousing constant throb from the V-twin motorbike engine.

As Lucy drifted into sleep, her relaxing visualisation was overtaken by the onset of a vivid dream. She suddenly found herself, not on the motorbike any more, but on the same motorway in the passenger seat of an open top sports-car, which her best friend Jenny was driving. Her leathers and motorbike helmet were gone and she was dressed in a short floaty summer skirt and vest top. Jenny was dressed similarly, but evidently without a bra, her smaller perky breasts clearly visible through her top. As they drove, the motorway was completely deserted even though it was a hot summer day. Inside the car the wind was swirling around lifting Lucy’s skirt and wafting warm breezes around her thighs.

Jenny steered the car off at a motorway exit and they parked outside the large American style shopping mall they’d visited so many times before. Something was different though in that the car park was empty and as they walked into the marble entrance it was apparent the place was completely deserted. All the shops were open, but there were no shoppers or staff. In Lucy’s dream this somehow didn’t seem unusual.

“I could really do with a wee” Lucy confessed to Jenny who replied “I know, I’m pretty desperate too”.

The girls walked through the wide corridors past all the shops they’d visited so often before, but when they reached the end of the corridor to the toilets they were faced by just a blank wall - no doorways, no signs, nothing. Then they’d walked through to the food hall where the other toilets were and found the same situation. No sign of any bathrooms, it was just like the architect had just forgotten to draw them on the plans and the whole place had been built without any facilities.

Despite the ache in Lucy’s bladder, she wasn’t panicked by this apparent lack of facilities and neither was Jenny. In this dream Lucy instinctively knew what Jenny was feeling and pretty much thinking. She could feel the fullness of Jenny’s bladder as well as her own.

The two girls walked casually through the deserted shopping arcade looking in various shops. Eventually Jenny led her into a classy lingerie shop. They browsed through racks of underwear, picking out pairs of very pretty briefs. Jenny stood in the middle of the shop, unfastened her skirt and dropped it to the floor along with her knickers and smiled at Lucy encouragingly until she did the same. Then they each picked their favourite pair of panties of their hangars and put them on. Then the two girls casually walked out of the shop. In Lucy’s dream this also seemed a completely natural thing to do, as did walking through the mall in just panties and vest.

At the end of the arcade was a large department store and they walked in. Jenny led Lucy into the home furnishings area, to a kingsize bed which was on display with elegant brass posts, thick pillows and an thick, soft, inviting white duvet.

Jenny stood on one side of the bed and Lucy on the other. Simultaneously they took off their vests and Lucy took off her bra. The bed was just as inviting as it looked and they cuddled up together with legs wrapped around each other. Jenny massaged Lucy’s large breasts and they kissed each other’s necks. Then Jenny whispered in Lucy’s ear “I’m having a wee in the bed and it feels delicious.” Lucy could hear her sighing and could hear the muffled hiss of her peeing. Then Lucy relaxed her full bladder and felt the first trickle of her own wee flow out of her urethra and across the back of her leg. As she relaxed the felt her flow increase and the hot urine splash against the front of her thighs.

 

Just then the bed suddenly jolted which confused Lucy. How could a bed suddenly jolt like that? Lucy opened her eyes and realised she wasn’t in bed with Jenny. She wasn’t in a deserted shopping centre. She was half sitting, half lying on the back seat of a coach - but some of the dream had been true at least, she had been desperate to pee for so long and now she was actually releasing her urine. Not into a cosy bed, but onto the seat of the coach.  It did feel good at least. Her hand was still over her pee-hole but her grip had relaxed whilst she was asleep, now she could feel hot liquid flowing onto her fingers.

Lucy moved her hoodie from off her knees and looked at the liquid glistening off her thighs under the passing streetlights. She made no attempt to stop her flow, after all releasing it was easing the pressure and pain on her bladder. As she looked down she watched her arc of pee squirting cleanly through the mesh of her tiny thong and pooling on the seat just in-front of her. There was evidently quite a wet patch under her bum, she could feel its warmth.  Adjusting her position slightly, Lucy sat up, still peeing, so that she was facing across the back seat of the coach. She opened her knees slightly and pushed down gently on her bladder muscles. As she did so, she watched as her flow increased, spraying onto the seat further away from her. As she pressed yet harder she expelled an increasing stream in a high arc across the back of the coach, splattering gently as it hit the seat furthest from her. Then she relaxed her pressure allowing her stream to gently flow to hit the seat just in-front of her pussy, watching as it pooled on the wet fabric of the seat and slowly soaked in.

“Wow!” exclaimed Steve, making Lucy jump and try to hide her dwindling trickle, “You did need that didn’t you. That was amazing. That’s another twenty-pointer, so 95 points in total. You’re so close to nailing this challenge.”

“This challenge is most definitely nailed.” replied Lucy. “You can take this challenge and you can shove it. This challenge is DONE. I am DONE.  Now  give me my dungarees back from your rucksack and LEAVE ME ALONE.”

 

 

[Newtonh 85]

Dang, Lucy. Keep up this series, I wanna know what is going to happen next 

[pwpj 462]

The suspense! I do hope they make up!

[wetwulf 3,324]

Wow, that was hot. The hottest chapter yet! I can't wait to see you top it.

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

Will they / won’t they ???

Can Lucy top that day out?  Will Steve realise his mistake?  I reckon Luch might need a bit of girl-power to get herself back on track.