Lucy - Chapter 8 - Steve Caught With His Pants Down

[gldenwetgoose 21,493]

The next part of the Lucy series - I think I may have given a bit of a spoiler in the title.  Fear not though, lots to female action too.

This story follows on directly from Lucy & Steve's day out and the Lucy's heart-to-heart with Jenny.  If you haven't read them it's recommended first.

This chapter is a long one... Hope you like it!

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Steve rode his motorbike up the long driveway to the stables and parked near the door to the farmhouse. He took off his helmet, stepped up to the front door and rang the bell. After a few moments he realised no-one was going to answer and looked around. He was sure this was the right farm, Lucy had given him clear directions. Just as he was thinking this, he heard a car approaching and a white 4x4 turned off the driveway, pulling up and parking on a patch of gravel opposite where he was standing.

As Steve watched, the car door opened and out stepped a very attractive, very slim tall young lady. Steve had a moment to admire her, taking in her shoulder length black hair, a slim face with prominent jaw bones accentuated by tastefully applied makeup and bold red lipstick. She was wearing a black pinstripe business jacket and a very fitted below-the-knee pencil skirt, with a split up the side. A pair of glossy red stilettos matching her lips finished off the look and lifted her heels, adding to the apparent length of her legs and giving tone to her calf muscles.

“Oh hello, you must be Steven” said Jenny in mock upper class tones that even her best friend Lucy wouldn’t have recognised. “I’m so sorry I’m late, I do hope you haven’t been holding on too long?

Sorry how rude of me - I’m Jenny. I’ve heard so much about you from darling Lucy. I’m so pleased to meet you and thank you so much for stepping into the breach as it were. Has Lucy had chance to explain? No, maybe not - I can’t thank you enough for coming.”

Steve looked slightly nervous as he wondered how much Lucy had really told her friend. In truth Lucy hadn’t really been talking to Steve since their day out. Lucy pretty much blamed Steve for orchestrating her wetting her pants, not once but actually three times. Perhaps a day of hard labour was some sort of punishment.

Jenny was trying hard not to smile. This game was fun.  “You seen, the stable owners are away so I’m keeping the place afloat until they get back. The thing is there’s so much to be taken care off. I’m so desperate to make sure it all tick-tocks along smoothly.

Normally I’d be down at the business end of things myself, I can get really dirty when I need to you know, but today I’ve got some very tiresome clinical admin meeting I’ve got to attend. I’ll show you around and then I’ll pop in later to catch up.”

Jenny led Steve around the corner at the side of the farmhouse and into the stables yard. He found himself in the middle of a broad concrete yard. At the far end stood a stone built barn with heavy wooden door whilst on both sides were low roofed stable buildings, each with their individual doors. At some of them horses curiously looked over at Steve and Jenny.  Jenny showed Steve around the yard and explained that he’d be helping out the stable-girls with general duties - mucking out, spreading fresh bedding, cleaning blankets, ensuring water troughs were clean, tidying up the tack room.

Then Jenny turned to Steve and said “This place is a bit like the Garden of Eden, there’s only one place that’s forbidden for you…  You see, the owners being away have caused one little problem. The thing is, they’ve taken all the keys to the farmhouse, so we’ve got no toilet facilities.

I’ve instructed the girls that they can use the old tack room, that’s the first door on the left over there. It’s at least got a sink you see for them to wash hands afterwards. No the thing is, normally we’re all girls together, but I’d promised them you won’t barge in on them. It’s also the store room so you’ll be in and out all day as it were.”  As Jenny said this, she intently watched Steve’s reaction. Though he didn’t say a word and just nodded understandingly she could read his thoughts through his eyes. The stable girls were also primed to support her plan and it was all going perfectly.

“Let me introduce you to the twins” said Jenny just as two figures emerged from the barn. “Yoo-Hoo Girls, come and meet Steven.” Jenny called across the yard. The two youngsters changed direction and walked over to meet Steve.

“This is Steven.” gushed Jenny “He’s the young Man Lucy’s told me all about, he’s going to be such a darling and help us out today. You Girls can take a wee few minutes out of your schedule to look after him can’t you.  Oh, how silly of me, I never introduced you both - this is Abby and this is Katy, or is it Katy and Abby. I can never tell!

Oh damn, look at the time - Don’t you just hate it when you’re always running late.”   Then mainly for Steve’s benefit she added “And I need a wee too, but I’m sure I can hold on until I get to work.”

With that Jenny turned on her heels and briskly walked back to her car, her stiletto’s clattering loudly on the yard’s surface. Steve was left facing the two young stable girls. In his mind he had never imagined he’d be surrounded by all these beautiful young ladies. Jenny was stunning, tall and leggy, but these twins were both equally stunning in a cute youthful, petite way.

The two girls, like many equine types, had long straight hair held in a tight ponytail which ran half way down their backs. They were both wearing white polo T shirts, beige jodhpurs and brown boots. The only difference in their clothing was the scarf one of the girls had tied like a belt around her tiny waist. Steve studied their figures carefully. Their breasts were not over-large, but not tiny. The tightly fitting jodhpurs made their waists look skinny and hips narrow. They both had the same figure, obviously the same genes, both petite and slim, with slight muscle tone to their thighs - probably lots of time in the saddle. The girl with the silk scarf had blonde highlights whilst the other had plain mid-blonde hair, but other than that they were pretty much identical.”

“So nice to meet you both” said Steve, “How do I tell you apart then, you’re pretty much identical.”

The twins giggled, then the girl with the highlights said “I’m Katy, I’m the older twin by six minutes and this is Abby. We are different, in personality at least. You’ll get the hang of working it out.”

Abby added, “There are some differences under our clothes too - but that’s for us to know and we’ll leave it at that for now.” Both girls giggled again. Then they walked over to the old tack room which Jenny had pointed out.

“It’s ok, you can come in, it’s not like we’re going to have a wee right now” Abby said, “We’ll make you a brew before we get started.”

Inside the tack room there was indeed a sink at one end of the room, a makeshift kitchen of sorts where Katy filled a kettle and switched it on. As she ran the tap water Steve noticed Abby cross and clench her legs together and fidget slightly. Looking around the room were shelves and racks with various equine type equipment and boxes on them. Other than that the room was quite basic and rustic. In the middle of the room was a metal post supporting the bare beams of the roof and around the walls were various brackets and hooks. As he turned around Steve saw a single hay bale positioned against the wall, hidden from open view by being right behind the door. Loose straw was spread on the tiled floor in-front of it.

“So is that your, erm, toilet?” asked Steve curiously.

“No silly.” replied Katy, “What sort of girls do you think we are? We’re not going to just wee on the floor. No, there’s a metal bucket we put there.”  With that Katy reached a metal pail off one of the shelves and placed it down in-front of the bale. “Go on Abby, you can go wee-wee now, I can tell you’re bursting. Steve won’t mind!”  Abby blushed slightly but otherwise didn’t show a reaction.

After their mug of tea the girls explained Steve’s duties in more detail. Steve set about moving soiled straw out of the stables into a wheelbarrow.  After a few minutes point Katy popped her head out of one of the stable doors and asked Steve to grab her a brush out of the tack room. Steve obediently stopped what he was doing and was just about to walk through the door when Abby emerged with a screwed up tissue in her hand.

“That was close!” she said, blushing at him but laughing, “You nearly caught me right in the middle of having a pee in the bucket.”  Steve blushed in return and apologised, his mind quickly drifting away though to imagine the petite stable girl unfastening her jodhpurs and wriggling them with her panties down to her knees, then squatting down over the bucket, or maybe sitting on the edge of the scratchy straw, then squirting a golden stream or urine against the side of the bucket.

“Right Steve, your turn…. to make a brew I mean.”

Nearly an hour later the situation was nearly repeated as Steve was just about to enter the empty room when Abby rushed through the door with a giggle, shutting it in Steve’s face. He pretended to wait patiently outside whilst listening carefully. With the background noise of the stables it was difficult but he did hear the gentle hiss of Abby’s pee and the ringing clatter and splashing as it joined her earlier pees in the metal bucket.  Then the pattern repeated itself with another large mug of tea.

After yet another hour Steve was sent on another errand to the tack room. This time the door was half open and Steve wasn’t sure if anyone was in. He knocked and sure enough Abby answered him “Sorry, I’m just having a wee again - won’t be long.”

“Oh, no problem” replied Steve, then trying to push the boundaries he added “Let me know if you need a hand or anything.”

As Steve stood outside the half open door and noticed that he could see a chink of light through the gap by its hinges. Steve stepped back slightly so that he could see Abby’s back as she sat on the hay bale. He adjusted his position slightly to change his narrow angle of view, taking in a view of her back, pert bare bottom and thighs. As far as he could make out she seemed to be sitting on the straw, legs slightly apart as much as the jodhpurs at her knees would allow, peeing into the bucket by her feet.

Just as he was taking this view in a voice behind him sternly said “Are you spying on my Sister?”

Steve spun round and stammered an apology. “I couldn’t, I mean I wasn’t, I wasn’t trying to spy, it’s, er, I just, er, I needed to get something and wasn’t sure if it was safe to go in.”

Katy laughed at him “I think it’s safe to go in now.  Anyway, it’s her own fault for having such a tiny bladder, she’s in there every five minutes, it’s embarrassing. Our Nan calls her The Martini Girl - any time, any place, anywhere.”

“It’s not every five minutes” laughed Abby in reply, “Anyway, I just like to keep hydrated. It’s good for the complexion. She’s the odd one, she’s like a camel.

We did say we weren’t identical” explained the twin “She never goes for a pee until the last minute and I just go whenever.”

“So” asked Steve “Does it not feel a bit weird having to half strip off and use a bucket in an empty room?”

In unison the two girls replied, Abby with a “No” and Katy with a “Yes”. They looked at each other and Katy explained “I’ll use it if I have to, but only if I really need to piss. I’d rather the warmth of a proper bathroom. It’s draughty in here.”

Abby added “I don’t mind to be honest. We were both brought up on a farm and quite often a long way from the farmhouse. When we’re here normally if we need to I’d probably just have a pee in one of the stables before mucking it out. It’s what the horses do anyway, it’s not like we’re adding too much to it.”

“You’re certainly not adding much to it - just a tiny dribble each time.” joked Katy

“I’ll have you know I don’t dribble.” replied Abby, “My pee stream is perfectly formed and goes just where it’s supposed to. Quality not quantity you see.” Then she winked at Steve and said “I’ve got a much neater and prettier pussy than she has.”

“Buy her a drink and she’ll probably show you” jibed Katy.  “She’s right though, normally it’s easier just to piss on the straw or outdoors somewhere. Whilst the toilets are out of action Jenny wants to make sure we’re not dehydrating ourselves and risking kidney infections. Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

Keen to embarrass her sister, Abby gloated “Last week Katy waited so long she wet herself - and the boy whose lap she was sitting on!”

“You liar”, replied Katy “I wasn’t desperate and I definitely didn’t have an accident.” Then she turned to Steve, “She’s such a wind-up. We were at this college party, and there was this really creepy lad there. At least he turned out creepy, he seemed nice at first, but he was probably just drunk. Anyway, I was sitting on his knee and he thought it was really funny to tickle me. He wouldn’t let me go and kept tickling. He was an arse. I warned him, but he still wouldn’t let go - so I just relaxed and let all my hot piss flow out right onto his jeans. He soon let me get up then and everybody thought he’d pissed himself. I didn’t have panties under my skirt so it didn’t bother me. I’m so bad sometimes.”

As they were talking both girls had noticed the bulge in Steve’s jeans. Steve was finding all this incredible. In the space of the last few months, really just since his encounter with Lucy, it seemed that every girl he’d met wanted to share their intimate bathroom behaviours with him. For as long as he could remember the thought of a girl on the toilet had done something to him, just hearing girls giggling together and saying things like ‘You’re making me want a wee’ stirred up a delicious warmth and firmness in him. That was just thinking about an overheard conversation let alone having a ringside seat.

“You like the thought of us pulling our knickers down and letting out our golden streams of pee, don’t you Steve?” asked Katy, “Thinking about it, maybe I could do with a piss right now. I am pretty full. Shall we let him stay in here while I let it all flood out, what do you reckon Abby?”

Abby giggled in agreement, partly at her sister’s naughtiness and partly at Steve’s face.

“Just the thought of you peeing is pretty hot. I bet you look amazing squirting your pee out into that bucket” said Steve.

“The thing is Steve…” said Katy looking at him innocently, “What sort of girl do you think I am? This isn’t some sort of public show just for your benefit.”  With that she untied the silk scarf from around her waist and handed it to Abby who anticipated what she was doing and obediently rolled it and tied it in place over Steve’s eyes with a tight knot.

Katy stepped forwards and whispered in Steve’s ear  “Ooh, I can feel all that tea filling my bladder, I really, really need a wee and I hope I don’t have a little accident. Do you think I should take off my jodhpurs and my panties right now and let my golden piss spray out?  Would it get you very excited to listen to me doing that?”

With that Steve felt Abby who was standing behind him take hold of his wrists and pull them behind his back. Then before he realised what was happening he felt some rough twine being quickly wrapped around his wrists, binding them tightly together behind his back. Worse than that, he only realised after she’d bound his wrists that he’d been leaning against the metal post in the middle of the room and Abby had effectively handcuffed him to it. Steve’s didn’t have long to think about his predicament though as he felt a pair of hands unclasping the belt of his bulging jeans, before undoing their button and zip. Two pairs of hands pulled his jeans down towards his knees and then roughly yanked down his boxer shorts. Steve gasped as his boxer’s caught on his very aroused manhood and then as it sprang back up to attention. He didn’t quite know where this game was leading but it certainly was exciting him.

Then it was Abby’s turn to whisper in Steve’s ear “I think Katy’s really, really desperate for the toilet now. I’m not sure she’s going to be able to hold in all that hot piss much longer.”

With that Steve heard them walking away and heard the creak of the door. “Wait, what are you doing, where are you going, wait, come back….” he stammered and shouted after them.

“It’s ok, we’ll be back soon - it’s just that we always go home for lunch about now. I’m really looking forward to a nice long piss in the comfort of a nice warm bathroom there. See you later.”

With that Steve was left standing, blindfolded, hands tied to the post behind his back and his privates on full display as he listened to the girls’ giggles gradually fading as they ran from the yard.

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Some time later - it may only have been a couple of minutes but felt more like an hour - Steve heard the sound of stiletto heels clattering across the yard, getting louder as they evidently approached the tack room. He instantly knew what was going to happen next. ’Shit, shit, shit, shit’ thought Steve. The day was not turning out at all like he had hoped it would.

“Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, what do we have here?” Steve heard Jenny exclaim in mock surprise. “I laid out the rules, just one place in my Garden of Eden I explained was forbidden. I leave you alone for a couple of hours and then I find you tied up here with your pants down. What have you been up to?”

By this time Steve was suffering slightly from sense of humour failure, “It’s those damn girls.” he exclaimed, “They tricked me. They’ve been winding me up all morning. They did this. It’s so humiliating. Please would you untie me.”

“All in good time” replied Jenny. “Humiliating you say?  I really can’t think that those sweet young twins would ever do anything humiliating. Not on their own anyway. Of course, if somebody had put them up to it, who knows what they’d do….

The thing is, it’s very interesting you use the word humiliating.  I’ll untie you soon enough, but first three things are going to happen. I really hope for my sake we can get through the first part quickly though.

So firstly I’d like you to think about your present situation a little bit. Can you imagine why they’ve done this to you?  Do you need a little clue?  I’ve just chatted to the girls you see and they tell me you’ve had a very arousing time. Lucy told me all about your little fetish and I’ve had the twins role-playing all morning. You didn’t really think I’d make them wee in a bucket do you?

The point is, when they were talking dirty and getting you all aroused, it was all mutual and great fun. They enjoyed it and I know you enjoyed it too. Nobody got hurt and it was fun all round. But once they trussed you up here it suddenly stopped being a shared experience. It suddenly got one sided, how did that make you feel?”

Steve didn’t really have an answer so Jenny continued.  “Believe me, we’ve really got no problem with your fetish, and it’s fine to share it - providing it is shared. As soon as it starts to impose discomfort on someone else, as soon as someone starts to suffer for it, then that’s a very different matter.

You see, my best friend Lucy has told me all about your seaside trip. We share everything you see. I can assure you she really enjoyed it - up to a point. I have to say your challenge was inspired. I’m even thinking of trying it out myself one day.  But how do you imagine it felt for Lucy, not to have control of her bladder?  Even if the ice rink wetting was a pure accident, what about you tricking her onto a long bus trip where you knew she’d need a wee and you knew there were no toilets?”

At this Steve tried to explain that he had realised the error of his ways. He tried to explain to Jenny that he had been feeling bad afterwards, once the thrill of the day out had passed he’d realised what Lucy must have been feeling. However Lucy didn’t seem to want his apology, or to see him.

“The thing is” continued Jenny “I know Lucy almost better than she knows herself. She desperately likes to be in control and your games denied her of that. She’s really uncomfortable now with the whole thing and really feels like her trust has been damaged.

There’s something else that today has proved too - it’s not just about Lucy, any sniff of a pussy and you get all worked up.

You’re going to university in a few weeks, right?  So, this is what’s going to happen. You’re going to go and live you’re life to the max - so is Lucy. You’re going to have some fantastic memories that will last a lifetime. But the thing is, with any girl you go out with from now on things are going to be equal. No matter what you get up to, it’s going to be on an equal footing. Do we have agreement?”

Steve thought about everything Jenny had said for a moment, then agreed.

Lucy untied his blindfold and Steve blinked in the light.

“I’m so glad we got all that straight.” She said. “That was the first of the three matters to take care of, and to be fair the unpleasant one. Just to show you I’m not that cruel and heartless, Lucy has agreed that I go ahead with the next two.”

As she spoke, Steve looked at Jenny. She looked every bit as professional as she had done in the morning, although she’d taken off her business jacket to show a silk cream blouse. Steve wasn’t sure if he could sense a slight frown on her brow.

Jenny leaned forward and spoke quietly and sensually into his ear, “I’m really, really glad we got that over. The thing is, I’ve had two large coffees at work this morning and then when I left the office the Ladies was out of order. I’m really desperate for a wee now. Really, really desperate. I’m absolutely bursting. I can feel all my really hot wee just bursting to escape and I really wondered if I was going to make it. That’s why I left your blindfold on - just in case I had an accident.”

Then she stepped back and Steve watched as she picked up the metal bucket and placed it on the floor halfway between the hay bale and where Steve was standing. Jenny unzipped her long slim-fitting pinstripe skirt and stepped carefully out of it. Steve looked at her standing in-front of him.

Jenny looked amazing, her cream blouse emphasised her tidy breasts and below it she wore a pair of dark blue silk panties, trimmed with cream lace. Steve could see dark hair through the lace at the front, at least until Jenny put her hands between her legs to give her tired pee-hole muscles a helping hand. Her dark stockings finished mid thigh with black lacy tops and the red stiletto heels contrasted brightly against their mesh. Jenny’s legs looked longer than ever and as Steve watched her squirm and bob, his erection started to return.

Jenny made quite a show of squirming and bobbing about, all the time massaging her fingers firmly between her clenched thighs, pressing against the opening of her urethra.  As she did so the silky material of her panties emphasised every curve of her feminine form.

“What am I going to do?” she groaned. “My pee feels like it’s about to trickle out through my panties and down my legs at any second. Oh God. Would you mind awfully if I go ahead and have a wee? Do you think I should?”

With that Jenny squirmed her panties down to her ankles and then flicked them onto the floor at her side. She stood with her feet apart just over the bucket and put her hands back onto her pussy, pressing in on her pee-hole. Steve admired her neatly trimmed landing strip of black pubic hair which was carefully manicured so that her pussy lips were perfectly shaved with hair only growing above her slit, as far as he could see given the position of her hands.

Whilst she’d had her panties on Jenny’s mind had been adding an extra level of safety check against her pee flooding out, but now with them lying on the floor Jenny could barely hold back the flood. She was clenching her muscles with all the energy she could summon up and she felt spasms start to shake her. Steve watched as the squirmed and stared him in the eye, biting her lip as she did so.

Then Jenny relaxed, put her hands on her hips, closed her eyes and put her head back. As she did so she felt the first flow of golden urine down her urethra towards her pee-hole. She gasped as she felt the pressure build for a moment and then pushed hard down so that her flow jetted cleanly out straight into the bucket. For a good few seconds she was lost in her own world, feeling the hot pee flow hard out of her pussy, hearing her loud hissing and the loud noise of it hitting hard against the bucket where it swirled furiously with Abby’s earlier pee.

Then finally she opened her eyes, smiling at Steve who now had a very hard erection. Jenny moved her hands from her hips to part her outer pussy lips, leaning forward slightly as she did so, so that her stream which was showing no signs of stopping jetted harder than ever straight into the bottom of the bucket, making a deep crater in the golden fluid it joined. As Jenny’s flow slowed slightly she dropped to a squatting position, knees wide apart and bum just above the rim of the bucket. Eventually her stream slowed to a trickle and then drips. Jenny kept her pussy lips apart the whole time giving Steve a clear view of her ladyhood. The effect was evident by his huge erection.

Jenny stood up, picked up her panties and wiped herself dry with them. Then she stepped forward to Steve.  “That’s the second thing taken care of. I needed that so badly. I hope you enjoyed the show - I told you I wasn’t completely heartless. Now, how about a goodbye present. This really is goodbye mind you. It’s too bad your hands are still tied up. Shall I help you?”

With that Jenny placed her discarded silk knickers, dampened with her pee, around Steve’s hard penis and wrapped her fingers around them. Steve could feel the dampness and the cool silk and wondered if Jenny had really only wiped off a few drips or whether she’d allowed a little trickle of pee into the dark silk before removing them.  Jenny smoothly but gently started to stroke up and down. As she did so she used her other hand to gently stroke and tickle his balls. The combination of the stable girls teasing him all morning, then watching Jenny flaunt her body,  release her very full bladder right in-front of him and rubbing her damp panties on his cock meant that in just a couple of minutes Steve couldn’t help but explode in a mind-blowing orgasm.

“I’m so glad we’ve got this whole nasty situation sorted out, aren’t you?” said Jenny

 

Edited March 2, 2019 by gldenwetgoose

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Stimulating.😀

[Alfresco 11,632]

I absolutely loved that.  Thanks @gldenwetgoose.  I think that Steve was taught a lesson, but looks like he also enjoyed learning it!