After Hours at the Stables

[gldenwetgoose 21,487]

(Female & Male watersports and masturbation)

 

Sarah pulled the heavy wooden door closed behind her, pausing for a moment whilst her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Outside was that glorious early evening glow making the grass glisten and casting long shadows.  Inside a single light cast its own shadows.

Whilst she stood by the door, Sarah took the opportunity to pull the scrunchie out of her hair, shaking her long blonde hair free. She untucked her fitted white blouse and unfastened a few buttons so she could tie its tails to show off her belly button peircing, not to mention her very significant cleavage.  All of the day's riding classes were finally over, now she could transform her stables uniform into an entirely new look - the moment she'd been waiting for all afternoon.

The afternoon - that had been a long wait, and her concentration had been on one thing.  Well two things really, especially for the last hour and a half. It was a good job the seat of her jodhpurs were thick and padded, every time her mind had drifted away from work she'd felt her body's natural juices building up in excitement, just a thin cotton thong that was in no way going to hold back that tide.  Walking about, leading the ponies around the paddock, brushing up, carting the wheelbarrow about she'd been able to feel the warm, very moist cotton clinging to her labia. Sometimes Mother Nature was a bitch and at other times, just for a few days every month was amazing.  Today was one of those days, and a day to be taken advantage of.

Standing by the door for two long wasn't a great idea though - the second thing on Sarah's mind was the increasing screams from her bladder, or more accurately from the lake that was swilling around and shouting to be let out.  The last time she'd had a wee had been lunchtime and there'd been two or three mugs or tea since then, not to mention forcing down a sports bottle or three of water.  Not just yet though, that moment of relief would come.

Once Sarah's eyes had acclimatised to the light she made her way forwards into the stable, which was more a store room.  Straw littered the floor with bales piled here and there, but Sarah took a seat on the tatty farm quadbike.  One of those big machines with racks on the front and back, scuffs, scratches and rust telling the tale of its working life.  Sarah sat on it sideways, the single light casting shadows adding to emphasise her breasts. To further emphasise them, Sarah slowly unbuttoned and then slipped the white blouse off her shoulders, biting her lip as she did so.

As she slipped her arms out of the blouse and dropped it to the floor a shiver rippled across her arms and shoulders, quickly followed by a clench together of her knees and that leaning forward to help keep a grip on her full bladder. Not yet she willed herself, that could wait another few minutes.  As the goosebumps subsided Sarah slipped one arm first and then the other out from under her bra straps and then reached behind to unfasten it.  With one arm she held on to her breasts as she pulled the bra away with the other, it taking its place on the floor with her blouse.

For a few minutes Sarah was lost in the moment of massaging her breasts, alternately squeezing them together and pressing in circular motions and massaging her nipples between fingers and thumbs so they stood out like acorns. The feeling was electric, and although she could have carried on, there really was something else to be taken care of and now was the moment.  Sarah relaxed her posture, opening her knees slightly and leaning back slightly.  Then breathing out gently was that amazing burning warmth of her already damp cotton thong being flooded with a trickle of her wee that tracked downwards across both bum cheeks, warming them where she was sitting on the quadbike's vinyl seat.

Sarah didn't want the moment to end, but at the same time didn't want her full bladder to be empty yet, after all what was the hurry.  She clenched her bladder muscles stopping the flow and felt the trickle subside.  Opening her legs widely she reached between them exploring the boundary between dry and damp jodhpurs. It was subtle, she imagined herself out riding and letting herself leak slightly, it was surprising how much a girl on a horse could get away with. Reaching inside was a different story, the warm saturated cotton clinging to her contours and inviting her to plunge in and play with herself.

But that wasn't tonight's plan. Sarah reached down, unfastening and removing one boot and then the other, before standing on the staw and carefully wriggling out of her jodhpurs.  She held them up examining the damp patches, before throwing them aside.  Sarah found herself feeling the full effects of her desperation again, standing with knees firmly twisted together and thighs clenched.  One hand instinctively pressed into her crotch against the soaked cotton and emphasising the shape of her slit.

With the other hand Sarah pulled down one side of her thong and then the other before dropping it to the floor. Now she could take her seat again, but turned around slightly with one foot on the quad's footrest, her back arched over the fuel tank and her other foot up on the rear rack.  A hand was still firmly clamped against her pee-hole, its fingers cupped to squeeze together and press at the same time.  With her other hand Sarah reached casually to the front rack of the bike picking up the riding crop she'd placed there earlier.

Now for a moment the desperation seemed to be forgotten, overshadowed by the touch of her crop, as she stroked and gently slapped its leather end against her thigh. The hand which had been holding back the flood changed to resume massaging breasts and nipples, and after a couple of strokes with the whip, Sarah put the thicker handle to good use pressing its length into her slit and then stroking slowly at first.  By now Sarah's eyes were closed, head back and she was clearly lost in the moment. Her breathing gave that away, and the frantic motion of the crop handle against her vulva and clitoris. Firmer and firmer became the presses, quicker and quicker the strokes.

In no time at all the short sharp breaths gave way to squeals, and with the squeals spurts of her piss against the seat and frame of the bike.  Sarah threw herself back against the bike, chest arched upwards and jetted a torrent of golden droplets arcing high into the air and splattering noisily onto the floor.  The only thing higher was the pitch of her shriek as waves of orgasm hit, carrying on after her stream had subsided.

Eventually Sarah's moment was over, and what a moment.  Her thighs were covered in pee, the bike was flooded and dripping, and Sarah propped herself up, gasping, swallowing and then looking into the shadows in my direction.

"You there" she said sternly, "clean me up"

That was my cue, as I stepped out of the shadows from beside her video camera tripod. I had been worried about whether I had the 'attributes' for the role she'd scripted me into of young stable lad. I didn't have the usual porn star sized manhood, or at least I didn't think I did.  I needn't have worried though - what I'd just witnessed had served it's purpose perfectly and I had the most intense raging hard-on.

As I stepped forwards I was aware of the the video light glistening off my shoulders and bare chest. Sarah motioned me forwards until she could undo my button and fly, yanking my jeans down in one quick motion.  Now I was standing butt naked in front of her - literally standing to attention.  She caressed my chest with the riding crop, zig-zagging downwards tickling as it passed and eventually came to rest under my balls.

"Later" she whispered, "clean me first".

With that she raised the riding crop back up to my shoulder and then guided me to bend downwards with it.

As I leant in I could smell the glorious scent of her natural perfume, provoking another twitch from my erect manhood. Her fingers ran through my hair as she guided my head down, my tongue working its way first down one thigh and then the other cleaning off her surprisingly sweet tasting pee, before settling on the top of her slit. The next few minutes were amazing as she became aroused again. I kissed, caressed and licked, she gasped, sighed, and moaned.  I pressed deeper and reached in further, exploring her peehole and clitoris with my tongue, then reached underneath with my hand, slipping two fingers inside and reaching up towards the mythical G spot.

 Obviously what I was doing brought no complaints. She started to whip me on the thighs and back with the crop which just made me plunge harder and deeper. Obviously she'd been keeping hydrated as just as I brought her to her second squealing climax she gifted me with a face-full more of her hot wee.

Then she let me stand, pulling me in close to her again, taking my erection first in her hand and then into her mouth.  In an embarrassingly short time it was my turn to gasp, pant, twitch and then jolt as lightning bolts began to strike through my body. At the last moment she pulled me out of her mouth and instead aimed me at her chest, squirting across her breasts.  This time it was my turn to get my breath back.  And as my erection subsided it was my turn to realise the fullness of my bladder.

"I think I need a shower" she said, taking my flaccid manhood in her hand again and again pointing it at her chest...

 

 

 

[Kupar 13,339]

O.M.G! That was incredible @gldenwetgoose! An amazing scene with a superb twist as you appear in the story. Just masterful, and very, very arousing 🍆💦

[mickymoist 3,513]

Tremendous! deserves 🔥🔥🔥 and ❤️❤️❤️ 😃

 

[wetwulf 3,324]

Very hot story @gldenwetgoose! 🥵🔥❤️

[gldenwetgoose 21,487]

(Follow up - female desperation, wetting and fun)

 

" Hey guys - it's Alex here, just doing this little vlog to post on Sarah's feed and introducing myself.  If you subscribed to Sarah's last download you'll have seen quite a lot of me but I thought I'd better explain who I am.  Sarah reckons I should let you know I'm not just some random guy she pissed on.  She's written me a set of questions that I haven't seen until now, so here goes.

 

So first question, who am I then, and how did all this come about?   Well, I'm Alex and I'm 24 and I work at the same place riding stables as Sarah.  I first got to know her when she started work and we hit it off pretty well from day one. We were at the same school, she was a year below me so we didn't really know each other, but like here we just got on well.  I do the maintenance side of stuff at the stables, like electrical work and the IT equipment.

 

How would I describe Sarah?   Ooh, where do I start - cute, bubbly, fun?  Everyone says that, right.  But she is all those things, and more.  She's a really good mate and totally trustworthy.  There's loads of stuff we've shared that I know she'd never gossip about or tell anyone. And I guess the same both ways. We have our shared secrets, let's just leave it at that.

 

How would I describe our relationship?  Well, I guess you could say that we're like as close to fuck-buddies as you can get without actually fucking.  I mean we do everything else, and I mean like everything but we've never actually fucked. Not penetration anyway. Does that sound weird?  I like to think not, it's like we've got this deep respect for each other and we're both happy to draw the line at that point.  As you've seen on the download, everything else goes.

 

Now, what was the defining moment that really brought us together?  That would be when we'd been working together for a year or so. We were really good mates by then, loads of banter, playing jokes and tricks on each other but all fairly innocent. Then we were at a summer barbecue at the farm.  Sarah was on the, erm, tipsy side and I'd had a few drinks. We were walking back later in the evening and Sarah was complaining her feet hurt.  I turned round and threw her over my shoulder in a fireman's lift.  She screamed at me and then a second later I felt my shoulder suddenly get all hot and wet. She stopped wriggling and I suddenly realised what was happening.  I didn't want her upset, so I carefully lowered her down, pulling her towards me in a hug.

It was the first time I'd seen her upset, she burst into tears and kept saying over and over how sorry she was.  I was trying to calm her down and also didn't want her to draw attention to herself.  So I sort of did the first thing I could think of and kissed her smack on the lips. The surprise in her eyes was a picture, and we kissed again, this time with real passion, the sort of mad crazy kissing when you can't get enough of someone.  And the more we kissed, well the harder I got and as we were cuddled up there was no hiding it.  Eventually we pulled away, Sarah blinking away tears from big puppy eyes.

"You're not disgusted in me for weeing all over you?  I really needed to go and you caught me by surprise"

"Do I look like I'm upset with you?" I replied, and whatever I said the evidence pressing against her couldn't lie.

 "I noticed" she giggled, making me gasp as she cupped a hand against my erection over my jeans.  "Does that always happen when a girl wees on you?" she laughed.

I'd like to say how smooth and slick I was - but I'd be lying, but I muttered something about not knowing.  Then Sarah shocked me again, taking my hand and pulling it underneath her denim miniskirt until my fingers came to rest on soft wet cotton.  I could feel warmth and dampness, and I could feel the softness of her lips under my fingers, and I felt her hand resume it's grip on my hard manhood.

"Shall we find out?" she said flirtily "I'm still bursting and these are already wet".

So that was the night we both changed our outlook and for the better I'd say.

 

What turns you on most about Sarah?  Ha - well that's a bit of an assumption.   Maybe not, she knows how easily she turns me on.  Lots of things to be fair - the flirting and playing when we happen to cross paths at work.  The way she'll suddenly drag me into an empty stable, grab my hand and shove inside her top or down her jodhpurs, or the way she'll casually pee in front of me.  The way if she sees me going into the toilet at work she'll come in behind me and hold me whilst I pee and then rub me to attention.

The way she always makes sure she's going to need a wee when we're out on the farm and nowhere near a toilet. And always lets me watch.  The list is endless.

 

And the last question....  No, I'm not going to answer that - I'll whisper it in Sarah's ear later though.  Let's see if she blushes.

 

So that's a bit about me, and quite a bit more about Sarah.  Whilst we're on the subject I'll finish the blog with a couple of photos - good times.  Long may they continue.   Bye all, until the next clip anyway."

 

 

 

 

 

[Kupar 13,339]

Constantly structurally inventive; always hot as hell! Another great piece of writing @gldenwetgoose 😊

[Lutab 1,052]

Great story