Hot, Wet Spanish Night (Part 2)

[Kupar 13,339]

[Contains female peeing and MF and FF oral sex.]

Part 1 is here: https://peefans.com/topic/23041-hot-wet-spanish-night-part-1/

Simon wouldn’t take no for an answer. We all followed him up the stairs, me and the other girls leaving pee-wet footprints up the tiled staircase. “That’s the other bathroom,” said Simon, waving an arm in the direction of a room at the top of the steps. “We don’t tend to pee in the toilet in that one though,” he added as he opened the door to the balcony upstairs at the back of the house. It was only when I’d sat down in the plastic garden chairs and had been handed a large glass of red wine by Matt that I thought to myself “Hold on. If they don’t pee in that toilet, and the other’s been broken, where are they going? And also, why didn’t I put any knickers on?”

Now I’m no prude – as you’ll know if you’ve seen some of my photos online – here’s one I particularly like:

But that was just me and the photographer, in a studio, for money. Sitting with a group of people I hardly knew, legs crossed and probably flashing my pussy to Sienna who was sitting opposite me, wasn’t really the same thing. At least I didn’t have my tits out.

I heard a beautiful, French accented voice: “I know this might sound a little forward Olivia, but I just have to tell you how much I love your tits. They look superbe in your OF photos, but in real life they’re incroyable. I am, how you say, ’orny? and if you feel too ’ot in your blouse, please don’t worry about offending anyone here if you want to take it off.” Rosalynne laughed as she said it, but I could tell she was serious, because as she looked across at me, her hands were undoing the button on her linen jacket and opening it wide, revealing her own breasts. They were smaller than mine of course, but she knew they were gorgeous – just like the rest of her.

“That’s right,” added Sienna, “and we’re all pretty laid back and comfortable with each other here – I think you maybe guessed that!”

“Yes! I can tell! But what about the neighbours?” I asked.

Simon answered: “They’re out in town – it’s one of the many, many local festivals this evening and they won’t be back until late … Spanish late – and that is very, very late. So, no worries – we can sit out here and pretty much do what we want without worrying about being overheard or seen”.

As he spoke I watched Sienna walk slowly across to where Rosalynne was leaning back in her chair. Sienna was lifting her thin muslin dress up and over her head as she walked, leaving just the soaked, white, near-transparent thong clinging to her. Her long, beautifully muscled legs straddled her girlfriend and she bent her head to kiss Rosalynne’s forehead, then whispered – loud enough for everyone on the balcony to hear – “I love you and I want to do unspeakably naughty things with you. I want to put on a show for Olivia – and the boys. And I think you want to do it too, yes?”

“Oh! Oui, oui!” breathed Rosalynne, and she reached round to stroke Sienna’s arse cheeks, and pull her closer. Rosalynne’s lips brushed Sienna’s neck and I saw her tongue gently lick the delicate skin before the girls’ mouths found each other. With increasing urgency, they kissed, open-mouthed, Sienna’s erect nipples occasionally brushing against her girlfriend’s breasts, and the wet fabric of the tiny thong sticking ever tighter to the contours of her mound as she squirmed on Rosalynne’s thighs.

“Oh! Maintenant! On the floor!” commanded Rosalynne, pushing Sienna away. The blonde sat back on the balcony tiles, supporting herself on her hands, her knees drawn up, legs slightly apart. Rosalynne stood up from the chair, shrugged off her jacket and undid the belt of her trousers, still damp from earlier, despite the warmth and the breeze. They fell to the ground, and she stepped clear, her feet in a wide, strong stance, hands on hips. Of course she wasn’t wearing panties. Of course she was smooth. Of course she looked magnificent, naked, lithe, beautiful, in control. “You know what to say. Say it!”

“Please? Please pee for me?” Sienna begged, her beautiful eyes pleading with her girlfriend.

There was total silence – even the cicadas seemed to have stopped their chirping. None of us moved. Well that’s not strictly true. My fingers continued circling my clit. But ever so quietly, honest. I looked from Rosalynne to Sienna, who was staring at her girlfriend the way she’d stared at me earlier in the evening, and then to Matt and Simon, sitting in chairs across the balcony. Their hands – still for now – had clearly been busy: shorts were noticeably bulging.

“Non! I will not pipi for you. Not unless Olivia pipis for Simon too!” said Rosalynne. Sienna turned to look at me, and the desperation in her face was overwhelming.

“Ohh – please!” mouthed Sienna, “Pleeeeeaaase!”

How could I refuse her? All my inhibitions were gone – evaporated into the hot Spanish air. And I wanted to give Rosalynne, Sienna, Simon and Matt something too. After all, who was the sexy Only Fans model here anyway! I stood up, engaged glamour model mode, turned my back on the audience, wiggled my bum while untying my belt, and provocatively let my skirt fall. Swaying my hips, I unbuttoned my blouse and dropped it to the ground next to the skirt. Finally, with my best stripper moves, off came the bra, joining the rest of my clothes in the pile. I raised my hands above my head, and turned slowly around, natural double-Ds fully exposed, nipples puckering slightly in the breeze. There was a gasp from everyone on the balcony … exactly what I expected!

I walked across to where Simon was sitting, lifted one foot up on to a chair, touched a finger to my pussy lips and raised it to my mouth. “Ooh … lovely” I teased, “Wanna see me pee then?” He just nodded, his hands fumbling with his shorts. As he pulled out his cock, I heard the now-familiar sound of pee on tiled floor as Rosalynne released for her lover. Glancing over I saw Sienna reaching forward, one hand in the golden stream, then higher – stroking Rosalynne’s thigh as pee streamed down it, hers other hand frantically rubbing her crotch through the flimsy wet material of her thong.

I parted my labia with my fingers, pulling up slightly, breathed deeply the bougainvillea-scented air and relaxed. My pee shot forward – I didn’t know I had that much left in me! – and hit Simon’s chair between his open legs. He didn’t know where to look – he watched my pee, and where it was coming from, but couldn’t help looking back up at my boobs  as he stroked his hardening cock. I wanted to tease him more and bent forward so that my breasts swung in front of his face, then stood up straight and wiggled from side to side, boobs swaying, pee spraying his thighs. The stream slowed, but his stroking quickened. I dropped to my knees between his legs, pulled his hands clear of his cock and took it into my mouth, slowly, inch by inch. His moaning sound was exquisite – I just love the effect a good blowjob can have!

I could see the girls out of the corner of my eye. Sienna was lying on her back in a pool of Rosalynne’s pee, her legs drawn up and her girlfriend’s face pressed against her vulva. Delicious squelching sounds were mixed with squeals of joy. Sienna was arching her back, Rosalynne was skilfully working her tongue into all those crevices she knew would have maximum impact. Here were two lovers who knew each other’s favourite places, favourite moves, favourite turn-ons ... and it showed. There was a cry from Sienna as she pushed Rosalynne away and bucked her hips. An arc of pee squirted through the air as Sienna orgasmed, her legs shuddering with wave after wave of pleasure.

The overload of visual and physical stimulus Simon was getting was going to be too much for him I could tell. I looked up at him while pushing my lips forward so he got one of those eye-contact views men crave, and which I know can bring them over the top – and true enough, he came. I held his semen in my mouth, then pulled clear and watched him as I opened my mouth and let it dribble down my lips and chin on to my boobs, coating my nipples with a sticky white mess – I’ve learned a few tricks!

I looked across at Matt – he’d been forgotten in all of this! But there he was, standing at the corner of the balcony, video camera in hand. And that – dear readers – is why I needed to tell you this story myself!

Edited May 4, 2022 by Kupar
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[gldenwetgoose 21,488]

Very hot @Kupar - and very well described. I can see the place perfectly in my mind. 

[Kupar 13,339]

11 minutes ago, gldenwetgoose said:

Very hot @Kupar - and very well described. I can see the place perfectly in my mind. 

Thank you! I am mulling a part 3, but it needs more reflection.

[LovesToWet 3,800]

Brilliant, a very hot read. Well done @Kupar

[Alfresco 11,631]

Superb situation and loved the details.  Very well written @Kupar