Summer on the Lake

[rochauthrowaway 407]

Trying to write some short stuff that cuts right to the chase. Still writing on a phone rather than with a proper keyboard, and consequently I think this could be a lot better, but whatever.

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Emilia turns the motorboat engine off, stands up, and makes her way to the back of the boat. She’s gorgeous and the bikini she’s chosen to wear shows off almost all of her athletic twenty-six-year-old body. A moment later she lounges back on the boat's to tan, unfastens her bikini top, and then casually tosses the top aside entirely. Her pert breasts tumble out and the barbell piercings on her nipples sparkle in the mid-July sunlight. Suddenly, the only things covering her body are a pair of dark aviator sunglasses and a pair of string bikini bottoms made from a black-and-white checkerboard-patterned fabric that hardly manage to conceal anything.

Ashley, my twenty-seven-year old girlfriend, rolls her eyes from her position at the bow of the boat beside me. “You’re such a fucking tease with the boys,” she comments.

Ashley works with Emilia at a smallish graphics design studio in the city and has been going out with me for about three months now; she and Emilia are longtime friends and I guess figured a few days at Emilia’s family place in the lake country might be a good way to waste away a bit of the summer. I was only too happy to tag along when invited to by Ashley.

Emilia laughs in response to Ashley’s eye roll. “I’m sure he can handle it,” she says, cracking open another bottle of sparkling water. Emilia really loves those things and I figure is starting on her third.

Ashley rolls her eyes. “Whatever,” she responds. “I’m going to pee.”

I immediately refocus my attention towards Ashley. Relative to Emilia, Ashley is dressed conservatively in a dark navy one-piece swimsuit underneath a pair of black dolphin shorts. Still, she’s incredibly casual about peeing; she just climbs up on the gunwale of the boat, swings her legs over the side so that her feet are dangling just above the water lapping at side of the boat, and pulls the crotch panels of the shorts and swimsuit to the side of her cunt. I get a view of her labia and trimmed pubic hair through the gap she makes in the shorts.

A moment later, Ashley starts peeing. She releases a torrential jet of piss that arcs some distance through the summer air before splashing down into the pristine lakewater in front if her. The sound of her stream splashing into the water carries across the lake.

“Fuck, Ashley,” Emilia groans from the stern of the motorboat. “You’re making me need to go, too.”

Ashley ignores Emilia and continues urinating. After what I’m sure must have been well over a minute, Ashley's stream dwindles away to just a slight dribble that falls onto the gunwale of the boat and streaks down to the waterline. Soon after, Ashley slides her swimsuit and shorts back into position. She’s so nonchalant about it that it could almost be like it never happened, but I notice a few telltale liquid yellow specks on the boat’s otherwise bright white fiberglass; Ashley’s aim wasn’t quite perfect.

“Well,” Ashley remarks, swinging her legs back onto the boat. “That felt good.”

“Screw off,” Emilia says from her suntanning location. “I really need to pee now.”

“I’m not stopping you.”

Emilia responds with a glare, then stands and makes her way to side of the boat, just a few feet away from where Ashley just peed. There, she lowers her string bikini bottoms down to around her knees and reveals her pinkish outie cunt, five-o’clock-shadow of raven black pubic hair, and tightened asshole. I try and pretend like I’m not watching, but Emilia doesn’t seem particularly concerned with privacy and I get the feeling doesn’t care much if I do.

“Fuck,” Emilia remarks, sitting over the side of the boat so that her ass is hovering a few inches above the water and her cunt is facing the freeboard. “This is so awkward.”

Then Emilia starts pissing. At first she just lets out a slight dribble that goes right into the water, but then she reaches down, spreads her lips a bit apart, and begins squirting piss hard against the side of the motorboat. I am able to clearly make out the sound of each individual squirt ricocheting off the fiberglass, and each release of piss is accompanied by a new expression of relief spreading across Emilia’s face. I am certain that she must have been absolutely desperate to go.

Eventually, Emilia finishes up and hauls herself back aboard the boat. She flashes both me and Ashley an embarrassed smile, pulls up her bikini bottoms, and goes back to tanning as if nothing happened.

[Lutab 1,052]

Hot short story. Maybe they will get even naughtier when they find a cabin unlocked 😜 pissing all over the carpet inside. 

[pee2poop 131]

Wow! It would be a good option for me to start too. I think You make it sound so relaxing as they go pee  over the side of the boat!