The Holiday

[Paulypeeps 5,287]

A former bed wetter goes on holiday with her new boyfriend to an interesting B&B

 

Part 1 - Margaret's B&B

 

We approached the drive of the house, and we both looked at one another and smiled as we saw the idyllic country house at the end. We were a little late having stopped at the pub to ask directions and then staying on in the pub for two hours, the locals were so friendly.

The house was old, with bits of roof everywhere and cute little dormer windows, and roses either side of the door. It could have been a studio set it was such a stereotype English country cottage.

Our smiles could not have been wider as Darren took our cases from the boot of the car and I knocked on the door.

Straight away a heavy latch lifted and the solid oak door creaked open to reveal a middle aged lady in a pink gingham dress.

"I'm Margaret." Said the bubbly host as she stepped back to welcome us in. "You must be Darren and Jenna." She added.

Margaret led us through the farmhouse sized kitchen. "Breakfast will be in here in the morning. What time will you want breakfast?" She asked.

Darren just said. "Umm."

I said. "About nine, we are on holiday so won't be getting up too early."

"That's fine." Said Margaret, adding. "There is tea making facilities in your room should you want an earlier cuppa."

Margaret then led us up a narrow winding staircase. At the top she pointed to a door at the end of a long passage. "That is your bathroom. There is no en-suite here unfortunately, the old house will not accommodate the required plumbing unfortunately."

Margaret then took us up a smaller staircase and along another passage to our room.

Margaret opened the door to a beautiful room. It was huge compared to the narrow passages, with big wardrobes, a slightly uneven floor covered with a variety of ancient rugs, and a huge bed.

"It's beautiful!" I exclaimed.

Darren could only muster. "Very nice."

We stepped inside and Margaret spoke again. "I am sorry that you don't have an en-suite bathroom, everyone expects them nowadays, so I quite understand if you need to pee in the night it is a little inconvenient to use the bathroom. If you do need to pee feel free to just do it in the bed. I am quite used to people wetting the bed it really is no problem."

I was speechless, and Darren was standing with his mouth agape with nothing coming out too.

Before we were composed enough to converse Margaret had ducked out of the door and closed it behind her.

Darren at last spoke. "Well, I was not expecting that, and what with you never going a whole night without getting up to pee..."

"Don't even think about it!" I said.

It had been a long day, and dusk was starting to fall, so we just unpacked the essentials and fell in to bed.

As I lay in bed taking in the opulence of the surroundings my bladder started to make its presence felt.

Darren noticed me fidgeting. "You're like a jumping bean, relax, we're on holiday."

I explained. "We should not have stayed so long in the pub."

Darren sagely recalled. "Ahh. The cider. It was good but you probably should not have had three pints of it. I am surprised you managed to get up all the stairs." 

"I am surprised too. I think it is just taking effect, the room is starting to feel a little unsteady. I don't think I could make it all along that passage on my own." I said realising that I was actually a little tipsy now.

"You will have to." Said Darren. "I am all nice and cosy now, and anyway I am naked so I am not getting dressed again."

"But I can't go down that passage on my own." I whined.

"Well, stop whining and pee in the bed like Margaret said. We need to get some sleep, at this rate we will still be awake at breakfast time." said Darren, rather matter of factly, and now getting a little agitated.

"I can't." I whined again.

"Why not?" Said Darren now getting grumpier.

"I just can't, and I don't want to." I said somewhat apologetically.

"If you stay lying there it is going to come out sooner or later. Just don't do it on the rug, I don't want to face Margaret in the morning asking why the rug is soaked with pee when she told you to pee in the bed." Said Darren getting ever more practical.

"I can't, I don't want to." I was almost crying now.

Darren was not sympathetic. "Surely this won't be the first time you will have wet your bed? When was the last time?"

"I'm not saying." I was properly crying now.

"Oh Jenna, you can't say that and not tell me. So when was it - last week? last year? You've done it before so it's no big deal, just pee!"

"I'm not telling." I said adamantly.

Darren was practical again. "It's not like just peeing in bed is going to make you incontinent or anything, just do it and then we can have some sleep."

"It is not as simple as that." I said, again giving too much information.

"As simple as what? Tell me, piss the bed, and go to sleep." Said grumpy Darren.

"As simple as just stopping wetting the bed." I said.

"So you used to wet the bed, and now you don't, so it is not a problem. When did you wet the bed?"

"Last year." I said sheepishly.

Darren now sounded incredulous. "What, you were still in nappies last year?"

"No." I corrected him. "I was wetting my bed."

"But we met last year, and you were not wetting the bed, I would have noticed, I do my own washing don't forget." said Darren, a little disbelieving.

"Before we met." I said. "I did not start using the dating app until I stopped wetting my bed. That is why I have been single so long."

"Oh." Said Darren, trying to process the information.

"But you stopped?" Said Darren, still not understanding.

I started to gush. "It was hard to stop, not because I was incontinent, but because I liked it. I loved wetting my bed, I loved it so much that I would forgo having a relationship so I could keep doing it."

"Oh." Said Darren again. "So you liked wetting your bed, but you don't like it now?"

"No!" I shouted exasperatedly. "I loved wetting my bed, and I will still love it. You don't realise how nice it feels. That initial trickle of pee trickling down my crack, feeling that initial trickle soak under my bottom cooling the sheet. Then as I turn on to my side and release another spurt feeing it trickle over my thigh and run down. Then as I lay on my back and pull up my knees and release my pee full blast on to my ankles and feet. You have no idea of how delicious that feels as the warmth caresses my feet and the strong flow stimulates my clitoris. You don't feel the sense of disappointment as my flow wanes and I try and squeeze out a last spurt of pee and there is nothing left until morning when I can do it again. Lying there in that delicious warmth and wetness as it soaks away in to the mattress is just so relaxing and I go straight to sleep."

I had said it. I had admitted to my boyfriend that I had been a bedwetter, and that I had enjoyed being a deliberate bedwetter.

"So, I was why you stopped wetting your bed?" Said Darren now feeling important.

"No. I was nineteen, about to be twenty. Grown women don't forgo meaningful lifelong relationships just because they want to keep wetting their beds."

"Oh." Said Darren again.

I continued. "That, and the springs rusted through my mattress again and I had to get a new one, and I just suddenly had the willpower to not wet my bed with a new mattress."

"Oh." Said Darren.

Darren clearly thought for a bit. "So you have given up once, it won't be hard, you won't want to pee in our bed when we get back home."

We both lay in silence for a while, well apart from me lying on my back and still fidgeting a bit.

I was getting really desperate now. I pulled my knees up and pressed my left heel in to my crotch to try and distract me from the discomfort a bit.

I thought about what Darren had said. Perhaps it would be possible now, I had done it and I could do it again.

I relaxed. I felt that first trickle of pee run down my crack and soak under me. It felt delicious. Why had I given up completely? I could have just kept a little trickle every night for myself and no one would notice.

I relaxed more and let my pee out full blast on my ankles. I heard the familiar hiss and felt the warmth caressing my feet, and the warmth pooling under me.

I so rarely drink as much as I had drunk in the pub and now my pee was going on and on. My clitoris was being stimulated almost to the point of orgasm and I could feel the wetness pool under my back all the way up to my neck.

I let out a sigh.

"You alright?" Asked Darren

I could not believe that Darren did not know what was happening.

"I'm fine." I sighed.

As my flow waned I let out a last spurt which soaked my legs for good measure.

"Darren." I said.

"What?" Answered Darren.

"You can pee on my clit if you like." I told him.

"I can't." Said Darren while rolling over on to me before inserting his rock hard dick and pounding me in to the soaking wet bed, bringing me to my fastest orgasm ever.

Darren came twice before he was soft enough to pee on my clit. It was nice but I was spent and was soon asleep.

It was the kettle hissing away that woke me. Darren was making tea.

"Good morning Darren." I said sheepishly feeling how wet the bed was still under me.

I had squeezed out every last drop of pee before I went to sleep, but my bladder was full again. My stomach must have saved that last pint of cider.

I had already wet the bed, so no point in trying to hold my morning pee. The bed felt dry at the bottom where my feet were, so I lifted my knees a little to make a low tent and relaxed, and then squeezed hard.

I threw my head back as I felt my pee pattering around my feet at the bottom of the bed. It felt good, as good as it had felt for all those years I had woken every morning and wet my own bed.

I sighed as I felt my pee pooling around my feet.

Darren continued to make the tea while I savoured the new warmth and wetness in the bed. It was lovely being caressed by the wet bed.

Darren brought over my tea so I sat up and started sipping. It was too hot to drink properly.

I threw the duvet over to Darren's side of the bed with my left hand and told Darren. "Pee on me, all over, soak me while I drink my tea."

Darren obliged and straight away started to pee on my breasts. It was lovely feeling his warm pee trickling down between my breasts and over my clitoris before soaking under my bottom in to the mattress.

I finished my tea and sat on the side of the bed. Now I could see how wet it was. In all the time I had wet my own bed I don't think I had ever wet the bed that much. I guess Darren had helped somewhat.

"I think I need a shower." I said.

Darren replied. "I just gave you one. You can't have one now, we will be late for breakfast."

I justified myself to Darren. "I'm not getting dressed like this. My clean clothes will be soaked with pee! I'm going to the bathroom."

I stood, picked up a towel and wrapped myself in it, and headed out of the room towards the bathroom.

I had not got far along the passage when Margaret popped out of her room. Today she was wearing a yellow gingham dress.

"Good morning Jenna." Margaret said.

"Good morning." I replied.

Margaret asked. "Did you have a good night?"

"Yes thank you." I replied, just saying the minimum.

Margaret continued. "And did you wet the bed? I did not hear anyone going to the bathroom."

I nodded sheepishly. "I was just going to have a shower."

Margaret was very matter of fact. "Don't shower on my account. Come down to breakfast as you are and you can shower after. We don't stand on ceremony here. I have started cooking already. Get Darren and I will see you downstairs."

With that Margaret went downstairs, leaving her bedroom door a little ajar.

I so loved the house so much, I could not help myself from peering in to Margaret's room.

Margaret's room was much like the one we were staying in, perhaps a little smaller, but with similar furniture and rugs on the floor. I could not help but notice her bed though. Margaret had pulled back the duvet to let her bed air, but the ostensibly white sheets had the unmistakable concentric brown patches that I used to have on my bed. Margaret was clearly a bed wetter and had wet her bed five or six times since she last changed the sheets.

I went back to our room to get Darren.

I could not help myself. "Darren, I just peeked in to Margaret's room, she wets her own bed."

"Oh." Said Darren. "I guess that is why she does not mind if you wet the bed too. Have you had your shower? You weren't gone very long."

"No, I have not had a shower. Margaret said to come down as we are - we can shower later. Breakfast is cooking." I told him.

"O.K." Said Darren slipping on his shorts and a tee-shirt.

We went down to breakfast with me still wrapped in a towel. Margaret must have heard us coming as she was just putting the plates down where we were going to sit.

"Tea or coffee?" Margaret asked as we sat down.

"Coffee please." Said Darren.

"Tea for me please." I said.

Margaret quickly made the beverages and brought them over.

"Anything else?" Margaret asked.

"Just brown sauce please." I said.

Margaret brought the bottle of sauce over from the condiment rack and placed it on the table.

Before I had a chance to thank her Margaret spoke again. "I did not hear you use the bathroom, so if you need to pee don't worry you can just do it here. I wash the floor every day and the wooden chairs will be fine so if you want to go just do it, I don't mind at all."

I was a little gobsmacked. Wetting the bed is one thing, I am sure a lot of people wet their beds, but peeing in the kitchen in front of a stranger? I was thinking that might be a little strange.

Margaret winked at me and then moved her gaze down towards her feet. I followed her gaze and could not help but notice the trickles of pee running down her legs from under her gingham dress. Margaret was wearing very rustic looking sandals with a low heel and a puddle started to form around her feet.

I stopped eating, rather surprised at what I was seeing.

"You O.K. dear?" Darren asked.

"Yes fine." I said snapping out of my trance, keeping Margaret's secret for now from Darren.

Margaret stepped away from her puddle and carried on with serving breakfast, keeping our beverages well filled.

I guess that we had been eating for nearly half an hour when I felt the little tingle in my bladder. I had now had four cups of tea so it was no surprise I wanted to pee. I began to wonder if anyone ever went to the bathroom to pee in this house.

I carefully lifted the back of the towel that was wrapped around me and relaxed my bladder. It took a little while before my pee started to flow, but as soon as I felt the warmth I knew it had started.

A few seconds later I heard the unmistakable sound of my pee trickling off of my chair on to the floor.

Darren must have heard the trickle because he leant over to me and whispered. "Are you peeing?"

I just nodded as I continued to pee. I was loving the warm sensation, but at the same time wanting it to finish so I could continue eating my breakfast.

Margaret must have known what I was doing because she smiled at me in that knowing way.

We finished our breakfast in silence. Just as we stood up to leave Margaret asked. "Do you want me to change the sheets? Some guests like to have fresh sheets every day but most are just happy to save the planet and let the sheets air dry."

It was not something I was expecting to be asked, but I like to be kind to the environment. "Just let them dry thank you." I said.

After breakfast we went back up to our room and I had a quick shower. It was hot already and I knew it was going to be a hot day so I just put on the minimum summer clothing of my lightest summer dress and my sandals, with a hippy wooden necklace and matching earrings. I felt almost naked my dress was so light.

We went out via the kitchen where Margaret was busy mopping the floor.

Margaret called over to us. "Have a nice day!"

I thanked her.

As I stepped out of the door my dress blew up in the breeze. I made no attempt to hold it down.

Darren smiled.

 

[mickymoist 3,513]

What an amazing place that would be to stay!

[wetwulf 3,324]

I love this place! Beautiful story @Paulypeeps and so well written! I look forward to future chapters.

[Paulypeeps 5,287]

Part 2 - A day out
 

It was a nice day so we went to the beach. Not for a swim or anything, just to walk along the sand and take in the sea air. Fortunately the beach was quite deserted or a lot of people would have had a nice view of my bare bottom every time the breeze blew my dress up. Darren definitely appreciated the view as he kept lagging behind me.

We got to the end of the bay and walked up the cliff path, and Darren was very pleased to see a pub. It was quite idyllic. I sat outside while Darren got our ciders.

It was so idyllic that we stayed for two pints of cider each, and then had pasties for lunch.

I was about half way through my pasty when my bladder suggested that it was time I visited the ladies. I guess that the cider was having some effect in making me have deliberations about whether I should visit the ladies at all.

I was thinking that it might be nice to do every pee this weekend in the B&B bed. Could I fabricate an excuse to go back to the room for something? It would not take long to just sit on the bed and pee before we head out again for the afternoon.

As much as I did enjoy peeing in the bed, and this weekend had proved to be rather fun in that department, I decided that I should not be a slave to wetting the bed. There was more to this weekend.

After all, I had already done one pee not in the bed when I peed in the kitchen at breakfast time.

I looked around. It was only us sitting outside. I could quite easily pee here without anyone noticing. My dress was short enough that I was risking getting splinters in my bare bottom from the rough wooden seat anyway.

I looked around again, and no one was in sight, so I tucked my feet under the chair and relaxed my bladder.

I really did need to pee. Straight away I heard my pee hissing out and I felt it pooling under me before it almost straight away started to trickle on to the back of my legs. I just relaxed and let it come.

It felt very luxurious sitting there in front of the pub just peeing like that, especially as my pee started to warm my ankles and feet. I was in a sort of trance, just holding my pasty in mid air while I peed.

Darren noticed that I had stopped eating. "You O.K. Doll?" He asked.

I was not expecting him to speak, the surprise made me almost shut off the flow, but I managed to overcome the shock and continue peeing.

"I'm fine." I said, adding. "I'm peeing."

Darren just stared at me, his mouth agape.

My flow started to wane. I was disappointed. I squeezed hard to resume the flow, and my pee hissed a little louder.

I felt the last trickles on the back of my legs. "I'm done now." I said, and smiled.

Darren shook his head. "In bed, and now in the pub. Have you peed in a toilet at all today?"

"No." I answered concisely, adding glibly. "Why don't you pee on my feet? Do you need to go?"

Darren looked a bit incredulous. "What, you really want me to pee on your feet, here, now?"

"Yes." I said. "It is so nice and warm, and now I am empty. No one will see you get it out under the table and you can just aim it at my feet."

I don't know how I was thinking so straight after all that cider.

Darren paused for a bit and then spoke. "Not here, but you remember that cove we passed on the beach?"

I nodded, and quickly ate the rest of my pasty.

We headed back down the cliff path to the beach, my feet slipping in my shoes where they were soaking wet with my pee.

In no time we found the cove. We went inside and Darren suggested that I might like to bend over a big rock that was about waist high.

I bent over exposing my bare bottom and Darren grabbed my hips and slipped inside. I was so ready for him. His thrusts sufficiently vigorous that he was lifting me off of the ground.

It seemed like mere seconds before he started to pulse his cum inside me and he thrust himself up to the hilt and held me there. It felt rather nice like that being almost lifted off of the ground, I could have stayed like that all day.

Unfortunately Darren eventually became a little flaccid and slipped out. I stood upright and turned round.

Darren lifted me on to the rock and I sat there with my feet dangling. I did not have to wait long before Darren started to play his jet on to my feet and ankles. It felt lovely, all two pints of it.

When Darren finished he retrousered and sat beside me on the rock.

Neither of us said anything, we just sat and looked out to the horizon.

[mickymoist 3,513]

Excellent as always PP

[WetMart 1,128]

Very descriptive and very well written, love this , looking forward to the next episode 

[JesseP 1,277]

I am not usually a fan of fictional stories but this is so realistic and horny I can't wait for the next instalment 

[MidoriLemonade85 2,366]

Wet and hot. My kind of holiday! 💖🔥💦

gorgeous! 

[wetwulf 3,324]

Another hot chapter!

[Paulypeeps 5,287]

Part 3 - Margaret's story
 

After we had rested for a bit and Darren's pee had drained out of my shoes we walked slowly back to the B&B. I was very sticky with cum oozing down my thighs almost to my knees by the time we arrived.

Margaret was in the kitchen and immediately put the kettle on while asking. "Would you like a cup of tea?"

I said. "Yes please."

Margaret beckoned us to sit at the table. I sat carefully to try and avoid getting cum on my dress, I knew it was inevitable I would be getting quite a lot on the chair!

Margaret made the tea in a big pot which she placed in the middle of the table and sat down with us while the tea brewed.

"Did you have a nice day?" Margaret asked.

"Oh yes." I said. "We walked across the bay and went to the pub on top of the cliff. The beach is beautiful."

"Yes it is." Said Margaret. "That must have been 'The Quantock Dog'. It is lovely pub with such a nice outlook. They make the best pasties there. When my husband was alive we would often go there for lunch in the winter when the farm was not so busy. It is funny, now I am on my own and the farm has gone I am busier than ever and just don't have the time."

I felt a bit guilty that Margaret was so busy mopping up after me that she had to skip lunch.

I apologised. "I am sorry if I am making you more work."

Margaret just dismissed my worries. "Oh don't worry. Hospitality means I am cleaning and washing all the time. I clean the kitchen floor every day, the bathrooms, vacuum all the carpets. It might look like they don't need it but you should see how much dust I pick up."

I blushed a little as I said the next bit. "But what about all the bedding, all that extra washing?"

Margaret started to pour the tea.

"Oh the bedding has to be washed anyway. We get a lot of Americans stay here and they expect new bedding every day, especially the few that don't wet the bed. It is all part of the job." Margaret reassured.

As Margaret passed me my tea she added. "Oh, did you want to... now? It is no problem, I can soon mop the floor."

I smiled to put Margaret at ease. "No, that won't be necessary. We went in the cove on the way back."

Now Margaret smiled too.

Margaret passed Daren his tea while I sipped mine. It was hot.

As Margaret poured her own tea I asked. "How did you become so accommodating with bed wetting, it is almost as if you encourage it?"

I was expecting Margaret to just dismiss my question, but she was very forthcoming. "It is a bit of a long story really. But my Husband, Eric, was a bit of a control freak really. I did not mind as I had been brought up in a farming family with traditional farming values so I learned from my mother where the power really lied. But Eric liked to think he was in charge and that I should be the doting farmer's wife. He insisted on me wearing gingham dresses all the time, which I don't mind at all, they have become a bit of a trademark now - I am the gingham lady! I have thirty gingham dresses now so I have some variety. He drove the tractor, except when he was combining when I had to drive the tractor, and he liked to show me he was the boss and he liked to pee on me.

When he first told me the day we got back from honeymoon I thought he was joking, I was appalled at the idea. It was so disrespectful and at the time I thought disgusting. I protested but he got angry and insisted that I was his wife and I was to obey.

Eventually I agreed that he could do it and I would have a bath straight afterwards. Eric then spent about half an hour putting down plastic sheets and towels. He was such a clean freak that he had taped all the joints in the plastic sheets like he was building a reservoir.

I dutifully laid down naked on the prepared area in the bedroom and Eric stood naked and while I had my eyes closed he peed on me.

I was appalled that he was doing this. It was like punishment when I had not transgressed.

The peeing was soon over. What I was not expecting was the lovemaking that followed. I still had my eyes closed and was almost crying, I knew not to cry, and Eric mounted me like a raging tiger.

Sorry, I am giving too much detail here, but suffice to say peeing on me was Eric's thing and it really got him going.

At first I was quite naïve. It was not the thing we talked about in farming society. But I got to enjoy the lovemaking, and even though I was still appalled at being peed on I was accepting that it had a net benefit. After a year or so I got quite used to it and sort of started to look forward to it. Unfortunately the moment was lost as it always took Eric a good half hour to prepare the bedroom floor with his plastic sheets.

By the time Eric sadly died, and I still really miss him, I had got quite used to it, and liked the warmth of Eric's pee on my skin.

It took me about a month after the funeral before I realised that I could feel that warmth on my skin again. I was in a bit of a rebellious mood and had not done any cleaning at all since Eric died. I was just laying in bed and thought to hell with it and just peed there and then in the bed.

Oh it felt so good. The lovely warmth and wetness without the humiliation of being dominated, and so spontaneous without all that silly preparation.

I laid there in my soggy bed as it cooled for over an hour. I tried to pee again but I was empty.

Eventually I got up, and felt so guilty looking at the soaked bed that I went on the cleaning spree to end all cleaning sprees. It took nearly three days but the house was absolutely spotless.

I woke up the next day, with little to do but think. I thought about what I had been doing the last couple of days, and how nice it had felt to wet my bed, and how washing the sheets had been the tiniest part of the cleaning. I just laid there for about half an hour, and then wet my bed again. It is my biggest luxury by far and costs almost nothing. I wet my bed twice a day, before I go to sleep and before I get up. I can hardly expect my guests to be any different now can I? I think there ara a lot of us out there who like to wet the bed so I just make sure that all my guests know that it is OK. I buy new mattresses for the guest rooms every six months, and put the old ones on my bed to get a few more month's use out of them. 

I have quite a lot of repeat custom. I have a lesbian couple that come regularly. They love to be first to pee on a new mattress so I let them know when I will be getting a new one and they come and stay for a weekend. Getting known as somewhere to stay where you can wet the bed means I am always busy and don't have to discount. It more than pays for changing the mattresses more frequently, and no one likes an old mattress.

So, don't feel guilty about wetting the bed, it is a great business model that keeps me in designer gingham dresses!"

I had finished my tea and Margaret poured me another cup.

"Are you sure you don't want to go now?" Margaret asked.

After what Margaret had said I did not hesitate to squeeze my bladder. I felt a jet of warmth between my thighs and then felt a trickle of pee on the back of my legs. It felt lovely to be sitting there in Margaret's kitchen drinking tea and wetting myself.

 

[Kupar 13,339]

This story is so good @Paulypeeps - the rhythm and plot are perfect - told like the expert writer we all know you are 😍 - thanks! And this line 

4 minutes ago, Paulypeeps said:

After a year or so I got quite used to it and sort of started to look forward to it. Unfortunately the moment was lost as it always took Eric a good half hour to prepare the bedroom floor with his plastic sheets.

made me laugh out loud!

[steamlover6 751]

Paulypeeps, your literary skills and imagination are superb! I love the way you give equal importance to peeing and love-making in a girl's life and I couldn't agree with you more! I love the realisation that this passion for peeing exists with absolutely 'normal' human beings who engage deeply in all the things life offers.

Your reference to 'Gingham skirts' struck a huge chord with me....it was a yellow Gingham dress that Jennifer was wearing when she and I were walking back from school, she stopped on the pavement and let out a huge stream of piss from under her skirt, which had obviously been building up during the school day and which she could no longer hold onto. I was absolutely fascinated with how girls pee from that moment on in my life. 

[WetMart 1,128]

Great storyline and very descriptive, your excellent writing skills certainly show through.

[Paulypeeps 5,287]

Part 4 - An evening meal

Feeling comfortable drinking tea with pee pooling around my bottom and trickling on the floor I asked Margaret. "Is there anywhere nice around here to eat?"

Margaret answered. "The only really outstanding place I can think of without going too far is 'Big Fish'. It is one of 'Fryer' Todd's restaurants. You might remember him from being the runner up on the Superchef reality show a couple of years ago. You usually have to book a table about three months in advance because it is the place to go for a special meal. He does triple fried chips, the finest battered cod, and grilled salmon to die for. It is very nice there."

Darren's tummy was waking up and he was showing interest. "It sounds great, but we don't have three months to wait!"

"Don't be silly." Said Margaret. "I know Demelza who does his bookings. They always keep a table or two spare in case they get any V.I.P requests to drop in. I am sure I can get you a table for tonight. Would you like to go?"

"Yes please." Darren and I chorused in unison.

Margaret smiled and picked up the phone.

While Margaret made the arrangements, including arranging the restaurant limousine to collect us, the flow of my pee waned. I savoured the last of the puddle surrounding my bottom on the chair.

Margaret finished the call. "Right, all done. Limo will be here at seven. Time to be glamourous. Do you have glamourous?"

I smiled and answered. "Oh yes. I have my silver sequin boob tube and a slit to the waist black maxi skirt with a white rose pattern on it. I was hoping we could get to go somewhere nice."

Margaret suggested. "You had better get ready then. There is plenty of hot water for the shower."

I stood up and the wetness on my bottom trickled a little down my thighs. Darren and I went upstairs to our room as droplets continued to run down my legs.

When in our room I sat on the bottom of the bed gazing at the view out of the window. I was hoping that Darren was enjoying our holiday as much as I was.

"Darren." I called. "Darren, would you like to pee on me?"

Darren turned from gazing out of the window and by the time he was facing me he had unzipped and was beginning to unleash his stream of pee in to my lap.

I had not expected Darren to be so quick and had not intended that he pee on my summer dress, but the damage was done so I just sat there while Darren continued to empty his bladder on to my dress, first he soaked the skirt and then he started painting the whole of the front of my dress with pee. It was lovely to feel warm pee on my skin again, and it was lovely that Darren was enjoying peeing on me.

Darren's pee ran down my front and my crotch, tickling my clitoris, and started to wet the bed under my bottom. It felt nice to be sitting in warm wetness again.

Darren's flow started to reduce as his dick became harder. He found it hard to aim low and his jet was coming closer and closer to my face. I threw my head back and he peed in to my collar and his pee started to run down inside my dress.

Soon Darren's pee stuttered to a stop. Immediately Darren pushed me back on the bed and made love to me. He was very enthusiastic. I was surprised at how he was able to go on so long and so energetically being not so long since we did it on the beach.

Eventually I was rewarded with Darren throbbing his cum in to me, and this tipped me over the edge of orgasm. We were spent!

We laid there for a few minutes, trying to summon the energy to get ready.

Eventually Darren rolled off of me and I sat up. I looked down and saw that my summer dress was not in a fit state to be worn in public now, not without being washed. I would have to wear something else tomorrow.

I kicked off my shoes then stood up and let my now soggy and heavy summer dress fall to the floor. I grabbed a towel and went off to the bathroom with it over my arm.

I showered, spending a lot of time washing cum off of my thighs. As soon as I thought I had finished more appeared.

Eventually I finished and handed the 'baton' to Darren who had his shower. I had quite a long spray of my 'Chanel Eaux Chanel Paris' that Darren bought me for my birthday before I put on my silver sequin boob tube and stepped in to my slit-to-the-waist maxi skirt. I felt very glamourous as a walked over to the dressing table with my legs showing with every step.

As I sat my skirt fell away completely and I could see all the way up to my crotch in the mirror. I knew I would have to be careful to ensure that only Darren could see everything.

I had just started doing my hair when Margaret popped in with a tray of tea. "To keep you going." Margaret said.

I was a bit worried about the state the room was in. The bottom of the bed was soaking wet and my soggy dress was still on the floor, but Margaret did not comment.

I did my hair while Darren showered and then spent about fifteen minutes selecting the right jewellery while Darren dressed. Darren looked very sauve in his suit with cufflinks and a tie pin, and I was just trying the fifth pair of earrings when Margaret called up to say that the limousine had arrived, but not to rush as it was ten minutes early.

Still, we were pretty much ready and I was happy with the earrings I had in. I quickly put my nicest heels on and got Darren to help me put the matching necklace to my earrings round my neck. Darren kissed me on my neck before guiding me down stairs in front of him.

"Wow!" Said Margaret as we entered the kitchen.

I had me knee forward showing a lot of leg.

I smiled, and presented Darren. Darren did look especially nice. I was very proud of him.

Margaret spoke again. "Quite the glamourous couple. You will have a lovely time this evening. Have fun!"

I said. "Thank you. I am sure it will be lovely."

Darren led me outside and Margaret stood and watched as the driver held the door open for Me and Darren to get in.

It was only a ten minute ride to 'Big Fish', but we felt very important as none other than 'Fryer' Todd himself was standing at the door to greet us. 'Fryer' Todd kissed my hand. I wanted to curtsey but felt it might be a bit inappropriate - he was not royalty or anything.

'Fryer' Todd spoke to Darren. "Thank you for coming. Everything is on tonight, but we have spider crab soup as an extra, and the sea bass is particularly good today. Let me show you your table."

He led us through the restaurant to what must have been the best table in the house. we were seated ninety degrees apart in a bay window looking out to sea where the sun was beginning to set. I was surprised at the view since we were quite a way inland. Probably not as surprised as Darren was when he looked down at my lap and he could see all of me up to my waist. I adjusted the table cloth so that the waiters could not see what Darren had seen.

We both started with the spider crab soup and a glass of the recommended Puligny-Montrachet burgundy. I was really wanting a pint of cider, but this was a rare treat so both Darren and I were taking it very seriously.

We were soon on to the main course. I had set my heart on the grilled salmon, and had a glass of Falanghina with it. Darren was sold on the sea bass and had a glass of Grüner Veltliner with it. I had not heard of any of these wines before, but they really were excellent and enhanced the flavour of the meal. The wines were so good that we both had an extra glass.

I am not sure that we should have had the extra glass. Each glass appeared to hold about half a bottle, and it was the good stuff. By the time we had the second glass I had stopped worrying about what it was doing to Darren's bank balance, and was not worrying too much about hiding my crotch behind the tablecloth.

By the time we were on the profiteroles Margaret's tray of tea was starting to have an effect.

I told Darren. "I will have to go to the ladies."

Darren was a little concerned, and pointed to the far corner. "The ladies is right over there. You can't walk all the way over there showing your fanny like that. You will have to hold it. You won't take long to eat those profiteroles if past experience is anything to go by."

Darren sort of sounded sensible. I decided to hold on.

It was not just the profiteroles though. There was the cheese board which took about a half hour, and then there was the coffee.

The demi-tasse cups had just been placed on the table when I told Darren. "It's no good, I need to pee. I'm going to have to go to the ladies."

Darren's judgement must have been a little clouded. "Why not wet yourself. It won't be as embarrassing as walking through the restaurant showing your fanny." He said.

Darren then whispered in my ear. "I need a slash too, at least if you wet yourself I can blame the wet carpet under my side of the table on you."

I went bright red. Darren was being so naughty suggesting such a thing.

The waiter filled the cups with espresso, and I thanked him.

The wine had got to me, and wetting myself did not seem like such a bad thing. I had forgotten that when I stand up my skirt will fall back in place and I won't need to use the tablecloth to keep my modesty.

I continued to think while I sipped my coffee. I was thinking that I had not peed in a toilet since we had been at Margaret's, and clearly Darren would not mind if I wet myself.

I took a last sip and started to pee gently.

I was frozen in position, not daring to move as I felt my pee force its way between my thighs and soak through my skirt in to the soft upholstery of the chair.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Darren asking the waiter for more coffee.

As the waiter left Darren leant over to me and whispered. "You're peeing aren't you."

I barely nodded, still fixing my gaze as my pee continued to warm my chair.

Darren helped me return my cup to its saucer, and the waiter refilled it.

I could see Darren doing something with his crotch, and looked down to see a fountain exiting the fly of Darren's trousers. After a little adjustment the jet began landing perfectly between my thighs.

I was quite shocked. Not sure why I should have been so shocked since I was just peeing myself too, but shocked I was. I stopped peeing.

"Darren!" I whispered loudly in to Darren's ear.

Darren just ignored me and continued to pee his little fountain.

After a few seconds Darren's fountain began to falter and a few drops landed on his trousers before he tucked himself back in and zipped up.

My shock was over and I burst out laughing. I went back to enjoying the wetness in my seat, and the faint aroma of Darren's pee wafting up from my lap. Darren smiled too.

It was my turn to call the waiter over for more coffee.

The waiter poured the coffee and commented. "You two will be up all night. This is strong coffee, Hermanos Gringos from the best plantation in Columbia."

I smiled, took a sip, and resumed wetting my seat.

As my seat became saturated I could feel my pee running down the back of my skirt. I tucked my feet under the chair to feel my pee on my feet. The back of my skirt clung to my legs and caressed them in warmth and pee started to fill my shoes.

My flow waned as my bladder became empty. I felt the last of my pee trickle down the back of my skirt as I emptied my last coffee.

The waiter brought us chocolate mints.

Darren asked. "Can we have the bill?"

The waiter replied. "Please don't worry sir. It is all on the Brook Farmhouse account."

We would find out how much it all cost in the morning.

I took as long as possible to suck my mint. I wanted my feet and shoes and skirt and the seat to be as dry as possible when I got up.

Just as I sucked the last of my second mint the waiter returned to tell us. "The limousine is ready for you now."

Darren stood and helped with my chair as I stood. The carpet was very squishy and pee bubbled up out of it is I stepped.

As I stepped away from the soggy carpet I was very conscious of my skirt clinging to the back of my legs. I walked gingerly behind Darren towards the exit.

Outside the limo was ready with the driver holding the door open.

I stopped and asked Darren. "How does my skirt look?"

I did a quick twirl so he could see the back.

"Looks great." Said Darren smiling as I picked up air under my skirt and I became briefly exposed all the way up to may waist. Even my bare bottom must have showed.

"Does it look wet?" I asked, now getting a bit agitated.

"No." Was all Darren said as he led me to the limousine.

I got in first and sat down on the far side, and then Darren got in and sat next to me.

"Where to?" Asked the driver, adding. "You can go anywhere you like, I have no more guests this evening."

"Just back to Brook Farmhouse, thank you." Said Darren.

I could feel the cool wetness of my skirt under my bottom and down the back of my legs as I sat. I was oblivious to the view I was giving to the driver in his rear view mirror.

It must have been the cool night air, but even though I had just wet myself in the restaurant, I now needed to pee again and it felt even more urgent than before.

I thought for a few seconds, and thought that my wet skirt must have already wet the seat a little with pee. Remembering the olden days of last year when I used to wet my bed I began to think that perhaps just letting a bit of pee go in the limousine won't hurt. It will be just a little bit more, not enough that anyone will notice.

I did not say anything to Darren, I just relaxed and started to pee. I felt the pressure between my thighs and then felt the immediate warmth start to pool between my thighs and under my bottom.

I should have stopped as soon as I felt the pressure relieved, but the wine was talking and it felt so nice that I just kept peeing as I felt the warmth build up behind me on the seat.

I must have sighed or something. Darren whispered to me. "'You peeing again?"

I turned to him, nodded and smiled and kept peeing until I was empty.

Back at Margaret's B&B the driver opened the door for us. Darren got out first and then helped me out while the driver rung the doorbell. I looked down at the seat as I got out and there was a noticeable wet patch. I was mortified.

My skirt was clinging to the back of my legs again. Darren closed the door hoping that the driver would not notice the pee stain on the seat and we walked to the front door.

Margaret came out to welcome us back.

Once in Margaret's kitchen any embarrassment I felt for wetting myself dissipated.

Margaret immediately asked. "Will you like some tea?"

We both said "Yes please."

We both sat down and Margret started to make the tea.

I was feeling a bit more sober now.

"Margaret." I said. "I think I might have let you down a bit. I am afraid I wet myself in 'Big Fish'.

Margaret answered straight away, dismissing my worries. "Don't be silly. No one is going to worry about someone wetting themselves. Demelza especially knows what most of my clientele are like, she almost expects it. I have a lovely floor length black gingham dress I wear when I eat at 'Big Fish' and I don't think I have ever worn it and not wet myself there. There is a lovely table in the bay window with a sea view that I always have, I find it rather lovely to watch the sun setting while I eat there and wet myself. It feels so right to just pee there, it has a lovely deep pile carpet that hides the evidence."

I chuckled thinking that Margaret had probably peed on the same chair that I had peed on.

We drunk our tea and went up to bed.

I just climbed in to bed fully dressed and laid there on my back waiting for Darren. Darren got undressed and took forever while he hung up all his clothes.

Just as Darren climbed in to bed I relaxed my bladder and soaked my skirt again.

Darren said. "I'm saving mine for the morning." Before he climbed on top of me and made love, not even waiting for me to finish peeing.

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19 minutes ago, Paulypeeps said:

a glass of Grüner Veltliner

Excellent choice!

And another lovely chapter @Paulypeeps! Thank you!

[Paulypeeps 5,287]

12 hours ago, Kupar said:

Excellent choice!

And another lovely chapter @Paulypeeps! Thank you!

I must warn the wine merchant next time. They have probably had a run on it now and had to field a lot of questions about Austrian wine.

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4 minutes ago, Paulypeeps said:

I must warn the wine merchant next time. They have probably had a run on it now and had to field a lot of questions about Austrian wine.

Surely. Could you mention Dornfelder German red in your next story do you think? Would be nice to see more places stocking that, and if lots of people ask for it ... well they might 🙂

[WetMart 1,128]

Excellent chapter and wonderfully descriptive 

[peecurious94 3,268]

OHMYGOSH @Paulypeeps your writing is to die for! Thank you so much for these works of art. I am looking forward to reading more! 

[Paulypeeps 5,287]

Part 5 - Breakfast

Darren woke me in the morning with a cup of tea.

I rubbed my eyes and tried to wake up. "It's too early." I said thinking it must be about five o'clock still.

My skirt was still very wet and tangled round my legs making it quite hard to move as I tried to sit up, and the bed was still soaking wet and a bit clammy under me. I gave up trying to sit and just relaxed my bladder instead. My crotch felt instantly warm again and I felt the warmth spread under my bottom and down the back of my thighs guided by my skirt.

Darren held his dick in his hand and started to uncover me. "I was going to wait until you were sitting up, but I really can't wait any longer. I gave you 'till half past nine to wake up!" He said.

I was still peeing and enjoying my own warmth when Darren's jet started to play on my legs. The warmth was nice and then Darren moved his jet and started to pee on my bare midriff before he started to soak my boob tube. While thoroughly enjoying the warmth that Darren was making I was wondering what Darren's pee would do to the sequins.

I was still feeling a bit bleary even though it was not early at all. "You did not have to wake me. You could have just peed on me and let me sleep." I said.

Darren went back to soaking my legs until his flow reduced to a trickle as his dick became too hard to pee, and then Darren made love to me  quite deftly getting my skirt out of the way to gain access.

It did not take long for Darren to shoot his cum in to me as we bounced on the squelchy bed, and the throbbing of his orgasm again made me cum too.

I was pretty bleary before the lovemaking, and now I could hardly move at all, but Darren helped me to sit up and then sat beside me on the bed.

As I sipped my tea I felt warmth on my legs. Darren had managed to muster a little more pee and he made a little fountain that splashed my legs.

I finished my tea and Darren took my cup.

Darren slipped on his shorts, a tee-shirt and his beach shoes. "Time for brekky!" He said in a very enthusiastic way.

"I need to shower and dress." I protested. "I am soaked and dishevelled.

"You look great." Darren lied. "Anyway Margaret does not stand on ceremony, she won't mind at all, and breakfast will be ready at ten so we have five minutes."

I twisted and put my feet on the floor, forgetting that I still had my shoes on as they suddenly hit the floor before I was expecting. I put my fingers through my hair to get it somewhat in place, and stood up.

"O.K. then. Let's get breakfast over with." I said.

Darren led the way down stairs and I followed with my soaking wet skirt clinging to my legs. As I entered the kitchen I saw Margaret in a blue gingham dress making tea while another lady sat at the breakfast table.

Margaret spoke. "Good morning Jenna and Darren. This is Demelza from Fish Group Restaurants."

Margaret put three cups down on the table and gestured for Darren and I to sit.

I was all of a sudden worried that perhaps someone found a puddle under my chair in the restaurant and there had been a complaint. Why else would Demelza be here so soon.

With the unexpected guest at the breakfast table I felt that I should explain my dishevelled appearance. "I am sorry that I am not properly dressed for breakfast. It was a late night." I said with a jovial smile.

Margaret sat down next to me with a cup of tea. "Don't worry." She said. "We can't always look our best at breakfast time."

As Margaret finished speaking I heard the sound of liquid pattering on the floor by Margaret's chair.

Margaret leant over to me and whispered. "I've wet my dress now so we have some solidarity."

Margaret continued to pee where she was sitting.

Demelza's phone rang and she answered. "Hi Colin... Uroclean... For the limo... Yes I can order that. Probably won't be here tomorrow though, can you wait until Tuesday? If you want it quicker we will have to courier it... O.K. then I will make sure for Tuesday."

Demelza explained to Margaret. "That was Colin the limo driver. Someone peed in the limo yesterday and he has nearly run out of cleaner. It happens so often now he really should keep more in stock."

My face went bright red.

Margaret answered. "Oh the tribulations of running high end restaurants..."

We all laughed.

Margaret got up to fetch our breakfast with a big wet mark on the back of her dress where she had wet herself.

Demelza noticed. "It wasn't you in the limo last night was it Margaret?"

Still getting the breakfast Margaret answered. "No, I did not dine out, but Jenna and Darren did and they had a lovely time, didn't you Jenna?"

I went bright red again.

Darren noticed my blush and answered. "Yes, it was fantastic. The best fish and chip shop ever."

Darren had defused my embarrassment and we all laughed.

Demelza finished her tea. "Well nice to see you Margaret, and you Darren and Jenna. So glad that you had a lovely meal experience. Must get back to sort this restock order before I miss the deadline."

Margaret put our breakfasts down on the table and showed Demelza out.

A few minutes later Margaret returned, the wet patch on the back of her dress now starting to diffuse a little.

Margaret got us more tea and said. "I think I will pee in the limo next time. I usually save it for in my bed, but I guess it must be quite a nice feeling after a lovely meal not having to hold it until you get home."

"It did feel nice to just do it." I said.

I felt a little tingle in my bladder, so I just relaxed and let my pee warm my skirt as I sipped my tea.

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3 hours ago, Paulypeeps said:

"It did feel nice to just do it." I said.

"It did feel nice to just read it."...

So amasing and romantic piece...So adorable to read smile and feel those warm seas... Thank you so so much!!!

[WetMart 1,128]

Great chapter, your writing skills are wonderful 

[Kanmary 45]

So excited to see new content from you @Paulypeeps! This is excellent

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Part 6 - Checking out

We ate our breakfast and went back up to our room. My skirt was very wet and still clinging to my legs as I walked.

Back in the room I wanted to experience wetting the bed for a last time before we packed to go. I just sat down on the end of the bed and peed through my skirt. I squeezed hard to feel the intense warmth of my pee force its way between my thighs. I could feel my pee wicking down my skirt and dripping down the back of my legs. Unfortunately I did not have a lot in my bladder, but it was nice.

Darren heard the hissing of my strong stream and immediately unzipped and before I had finished peeing he peed in to my lap. Margaret's tea is like magic in the way it almost instantly made its way to our bladders.

Darren's flow slowed and the last drips landed on my knees. Darren started to undress, and I stood and removed my boob tube before I let my skirt drop to the floor and then took off my shoes. We both walked to the bathroom naked carrying our towels.

We showered together. The idea was to save time but we spent a lot of time soaping one another down and we both got quite stimulated. We managed to refrain from having sex in the shower because it was a bit too cosy and we did not want to risk injury.

While we needed to check out of the B&B we still had most of the day left, so we decided we would spend it on the beach. Darren wore his swimming shorts and a tee-shirt, while I put on my skirtini before we packed.

Margaret had kindly hung up my summer dress to dry, and it had dried nicely, but my skirt was still soaking wet. I just wrapped the skirt in my summer dress and hoped it would not soak everything else in the case.

We went downstairs and Margaret was in the kitchen. She had changed in to an orange gingham dress.

"I hope that you have enjoyed your stay. It has been lovely having you here. Would you like another cup of tea before you leave?" Margaret asked.

I answered. "It has been a lovely stay. We have enjoyed everything. The pub, the restaurant, the beach, and the countryside. everything here is delightful, and wetting the bed has been rather fun too, I had not done it with Darren before. I probably should not have tea because I will sit here and end up wetting my skirtini skirt and it is the only dry skirt I have left!"

Margaret always has an answer. "I have just been ironing, I have my yellow gingham dress right here if you want to wear that while you drink your tea, just in case."

I thought for a few seconds. "Thank you for the offer, we will have tea, but I will take my chance wearing my skirtini. It will be a good test of my self control - if I still have any."

Margaret and I laughed.

Darren and I sat at the kitchen table and Margaret made the tea. My skirtini skirt was so short that I was just sitting on the hem and could feel the wooden chair on my fanny.

The tea soon arrived, and Margaret sorted out our bill. I don't know how much it was because Darren paid with his card, but I did see him give Margaret a forty pound tip. Darren had enjoyed the stay as much as I had.

Margaret joined us and we drunk our tea. Darren explained that we were going to the beach before we went home to make the most of being at the seaside.

I found it hard to concentrate on the conversation. Wearing such a short skirt and feeling the seat on my bare fanny was stimulating me a bit.

I took a sip of tea and felt a tingle in my bladder. I could not help myself from relaxing and letting my pee go. I felt my pee pool between my thighs breifly before my pee started to drip off of the front of the chair on to the back of my legs. It felt nice to be enjoying the last few minutes of our stay like this.

I just let my pee trickle out at its own rate, not trying to stop or forcing it out. The gentle trickle on my legs and gradual warming of my feet felt delicious as I sipped my tea.

I emptied my cup and Margaret asked. "Would you like another Jenna?"

As I nodded my head and said. "No thank you." I was alerted to the sound of a trickle of my pee running off of the back of my chair on to the floor.

Margaret immediately noticed. "Sounds like the self control failed."

I stood up and trickles accelerated down my legs. I reached behind to feel my skirt, and it was wet.

"Let's have a look then." Said Margaret.

I turned so my back was facing Margaret.

"Not too bad, I am sure it will dry while you are on the beach." Said Margaret with a knowing smile.

I slid my skirtini skirt round my waist so that the wet patch was at the front and I could see it.

"Good idea." Said Margaret. "It does not look like you have wet yourself now."

Darren led the way out, and Margaret followed. Darren put the case on the car and I got in. As I looked back at Margaret a puddle was starting to form around her feet on the doorstep. I smiled and waved.

We drove down to the beach. We left our shoes and Darren's tee-shirt in the car and went on to the sand. The beach was completely deserted, it was just us. I wanted to swim, but I put my feet in the water and the sea was just too icy cold.

Darren saw that I was put off by the temperature. "You have got to go in and get completely wet or people will think you have wet yourself!" He said.

I continued to paddle and said. "I will take my chances with that."

I still had a visible wet patch on the front of my skirt.

We paddled in the edge of the sea all the way across the bay. When we got to the far end I walked up the beach a little and sat down on the dry sand enjoying the sun and the view. It was still an idyllic place.

I scanned the horizon seeing wind turbines in the distance, boats and a small island. I was telling Darren what I could see when I felt a warm jet on my back.

I twisted round to see Darren with his dick out of the leg of his shorts peeing.

Darren quickly stepped round and started peeing on my front. 

I smiled and laid back on the sand to let Darren pee all over my front.  He soaked my skirtini top first, then he soaked the front of my skirt. Plenty of his pee soaked through the skirt and flowed over my clitoris down my crotch.

"You do know I have got to go all the way home in this don't you." I told Darren with mock indignation.

Darren answered quickly. "Yes, but it is alright for you, you just wet yourself wherever you like, I have to hold it."

I closed my eyes and savoured the warmth as Darren's jet played on me, contrasting it with the coolness of the breeze over my cooling wet skin.

Darren's pee did not last long. As soon as he had finished he pulled down his shorts and made love to me.

I should have complained with all the cottages looking out over the beach, but it felt so nice and so right to be making love there on the beach.

[WetMart 1,128]

Lovely chapter and a great story line