The Dutch Barn

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(A Dutch Barn is not the same in the UK as in the USA.  Here in the UK it is a farm barn that is no more than tin roof on tall poles.  It's often completely open on all sides, but sometimes there will be a breeze block wall on three sides, to give a bit of shelter, and perhaps not reaching to the roof.  It's used for storing bales of hay and straw.)

The Dutch Barn

There was a sudden cloudburst.  By good fortune, we were close to a farmyard.  Laughing in the rain, and holding hands, we ran into a Dutch barn.  We climbed the hay bales inside and sat together, watching a stream flow down the lane outside.

We chatted for a while; the rain kept falling, fading, then intensifying, hammering on the barn’s tin roof.

‘All this water,’ she said, ‘and I already needed a pee.’

‘Ask the farmer to use the loo?’  I suggested, gesturing to the farmhouse.  

She shook her head.  ‘I’d get wet if I go now.  And he might say no.  Or,’ and she turned to stare at me, wide-eyed, ‘He might be a mad axe-murderer and you’d never see me again!’

She paused.

‘I’d better wait.’

She paused again, then sighed.

‘It’s no good.  I can’t wait.  Now I’ve started thinking about it, I really need to wee.’

She looked around.

‘Do you think I could pee on the straw?’

I nodded.

‘Do you promise not to look?’

I shook my head slowly.  She pouted.

‘That’s not how a gentleman is supposed to behave.’

‘Well, yes.  But, sometimes I want to be a bit dirtier than a gentleman when I’m with you.’

She had a curious expression on her face; a soft smile, with her head tilted.

‘You mean, you think it would turn you on if you saw me pee?’

‘I know it would turn me on.  Just thinking about it is pretty exciting.’

Smiling, she reached out and gently felt my hard cock through my jeans.

‘I have so many questions for you,’ she said, ‘but they’ll have to wait.  I’ve gotta go right now.  The farmer can’t see me, can he?’

‘No,’ I replied, ‘but we’ll be even better hidden back there.’

I pointed to an area behind us and above us, where there was a gap between the bales.  I helped her up, and we climbed up together.  She went first, which gave me the chance to enjoy the view of her snug, round bum cheeks in her tight blue jeans.

The gap opened into a small private area, walled all round by bales of straw.  It looked like someone, a previous visitor, had arranged them like that deliberately.

‘Here you are,’ I said, ‘nobody can see you in here.  And I don’t think you’ll be the first girl to use it.  It’s almost a proper public convenience.’

I’d noticed a small tissue-garden; several tissues on the floor, near a single bale on its own.  In my mind’s eye I could imagine the women undressing to pee on that bale, perhaps sitting on it, or hovering or maybe standing over it, legs apart.

‘I’m bursting!’ she said, and she squeezed herself and wriggled deliciously.  She looked me in the eye.

‘I don’t think I’ve ever tinkled in front of a man before.’

I smiled.  She wriggled again, and started to undo her jeans.  She pushed them down a little, so I could see her knickers, and then stopped.  She was thinking.  Then, with a quick move, and a sway of her hips, both jeans and knickers were down her thighs.  I took in the sight of the little, trimmed rectangle of soft, dark hair above the neat inverted v, split into delicate lips, that I knew to be smooth and soft to my touch.  

She looked around, wondering exactly how to use this makeshift restroom.  She sat on the edge of the bale, perching delicately, and leaned forward.  She rested her elbows on her knees, feet widely spaced, but thighs together.

I moved to one side, so I would have a clear view of her pee pouring from her when she started.  As yet, nothing.  She sighed.

‘I really need to go.  But it’s really difficult to start when you’re watching.  I’ve never peed in front of a man like this before.’

‘Close your eyes,’ I suggested, ‘and imagine yourself alone in a beautiful, luxurious bathroom.’

She did.  I crouched down and quietly moved a little nearer to her.  After a few moments I saw a brief sparkle flash from between her thighs.  The straw below darkened and glistened with wetness.   A couple of moments later, there was another.  This continued and strengthened to a thin stream.  

Now she had opened the tap, her piss began to gush from her.  The trickle broadened to a forceful rush, sometimes spraying in a fan, sometimes a single stream, sometimes two or more.  Sometimes it was a simple arc, and then it would circle around its target.  There was a small, frothy puddle on the surface of the straw, but the pee quickly soaked into the bales between her feet.

I didn’t notice her open her eyes and look at me.  I was too absorbed by the glorious sight of this gorgeous woman relieving herself right in front of me.

‘Your face,’ she said, softly, ‘you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?  You’re like the cat that’s got the cream!’

I nodded.  I was too immersed in the view to find the words to describe my excitement.  I kept staring at her while she urinated.  Her stream faded, weakened, and then died to a trickle that quickly stopped.  A couple of dribbles still fell from her buttocks, and then stopped.  She managed a couple of final short squirts, and then there was just a short line of rapid drips.

‘Are you completely done?’  I asked.  ‘You couldn’t manage a little more?’

She smiled, closed her eyes again, and concentrated hard.  To my delight, she managed to produce a firm but narrow stream for a few more seconds.

‘I really have finished now,’ she said quietly.

I passed her a tissue.  She accepted it with thanks and wiped herself dry.  (I was pleased to see that she wiped from front to back; good hygiene.)

She pulled up her flimsy black knickers.  I reached out and caressed her smooth, round bum through them.  Then we were embracing, kissing, her jeans still down her thighs, and our hands feeling each other between our legs.

‘Mmmm,’ (she was feeling my hot, hard cock) ‘this will have to wait until we get home; this straw is too scratchy.  But, let’s bring a blanket next time…’

She pushed me away.  Outside the rain had stopped, and the sun was shining.  It was time to get back on the path and continue on our way.  
 

[whiskey35 306]

Great story, would have loved to have been that guy.🙂