The Holiday Pt 4: In The Morning

[BeneathMyWillow 824]

Part one is here http://peefans.com/index.php?/topic/8297-the-holiday-pt-1-on-the-beach/

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The sun was shining through the fabric of our tent when I woke up the next morning. The campsite was quiet, so I guessed it was probably early. Even so, I felt wide awake, and I had a pressing need to go for a piss.

I sat up and stretched, my sleeping bag falling away. I sleep wearing a pink nightshirt and no underwear. David was still sleeping, halfway out of his own sleeping bag.

I pulled a corner of the tent door open and glanced around the site. As I had thought, there were not many people about yet. The rows of tents and caravans were still zipped up and closed. I looked across the site to the toilet block, two fields away. A longer walk than I felt like doing.

Then it occurred to me -- why bother walking? If there was noone around outside, surely I could go anywhere?

Excited by the thought, I climbed out through the door. I took a more careful look around the site. There were a few people about at the far end of the field, but nobody close. My nightdress hung down quite a long way, so I wasn't too worried about people looking from a distance.

I stood with my legs shoulder width apart, holding the front of my nightdress forward a bit to keep it clear. It took me a few seconds to get going, but once it came there was no stopping it. My first pee of the morning was always a gusher.

At the far end of the field there was a couple sat eating breakfast, looking vaguely in my direction. It was such a thrill being able to pee there, in the middle of a field, with people all around but nobody aware what I was doing.

Once the stream finished, I wiped myself on the front of my nightdress. Part of the fabric caught on my clit, and made me shudder. I was more turned on than I had realised.

I took another look around the campsite, and saw something that made me jump. In the window of the caravan next door to us, an elderly man was stood watching me. His eyes caught mine and he suddenly moved away, as though embarrassed. Had he seen, I wondered? In fact, had he been purposefully watching? I found that I didn't mind the idea too much.

David was stirring when I climbed back into the tent.

“Morning,” he said, sleepily. “Where did you go?”

“For a piss,” I said, climbing back into my sleeping bag.

“You weren't very long. Did you go down to the toilet block?”

“Why walk all that way? I just went outside.”

He laughed. “Thought I heard something.” He stretched, then pulled a face. “I've got some serious wood this morning. Do you mind if I masturbate?”

“Go for it. I'm pretty desperate for that myself.”

I pushed a hand inside my sleeping bag and started to rub myself, while in his own sleeping bag beside me David did the same. This kind of openness was a practicality we'd arrived at on previous holidays, when we were often sharing tents or hotel rooms without much privacy. Otherwise we'd both come back from holiday horny and gasping for relief.

Although for years we had been open about masturbating in front of each other, it had only ever been that -- each of us doing our own personal thing. What happened last night at Maddie's house was different, but I hadn't worked out how I felt about that yet.

David came first, and was out of his sleeping bag and dressed before I gasped my way to relief. By the time I had got dressed myself, he had the stove set up brewing a pot of tea.

We sat outside to drink the tea and eat our cereal. It was another beautiful day. We had made plans with Maddie and Adam to go into town today; they would show us around, we would do some shopping and maybe catch a movie. David and I chatted about our plans while we ate.

I was keeping one eye on the caravan next door, and so I saw the old man when he came outside. He saw me as well, and gave me a small smile. He sat in a folding chair outside, facing towards us, and started to read a book. Perhaps it was just me, but his eyes seemed to keep straying from his book towards us.

The way we were sat, I was facing the old guy and David was facing away. I moved my legs slightly wider apart, pulling my skirt higher in the process. I did it subtly enough that it could be mistaken for just fidgeting in my chair. If the old man was looking, though, he would have a good view of my white knickers. This time I definitely caught his gaze lingering on my crotch before he quickly looked down at his book again.

I chatted to David a few minutes more, all the while enjoying watching the gent's gaze dart towards me every few seconds. I wondered how far I could push the game. The cup of tea was going through me quickly. I could feel my bladder filling up. And after all, the old man had seemed to enjoy watching before.

David was talking about a museum in town he wanted to go to. Continuing to respond to him, I shifted in my chair again, moving forward until I was sat right on the edge of the seat. Purposefully not looking at the old guy, I reached down and pulled my knickers aside. I let my muscles relax, and started to piss right there on the grass. It flowed in an arc to land about half a foot in front of me; not a forceful stream, but not hesitant either.

“I'm just not sure I'm a museums person,” I said to David, looking up at him while the piss kept going. He looked startled at what I was doing, but didn't say anything.

I risked a glance back at the old guy. He had given up on any pretence at reading, and was staring openly at the stream coming from my muff. David had no idea the old guy was watching. I kept up the conversation about that afternoon.

Once I'd finished, I wiped myself with one hand, pulled my underwear back into place and sat back in my chair. While David busied himself with the stove again, I met the gaze of the elderly guy. He gave me a smile. I winked. He stood up to go back inside his caravan, holding his book self-consciously over his crotch area.

 

 

[wetwulf 3,198]

This just keeps getting better and better. Hope the next chapter is coming soon!

[Alfresco 11,017]

This is an excellent series.  The casual exposure and entertainment for the older guy was a nice touch.   Certainly looking forward to what happens in town.  

[new2this 125]

This is great.  Thank you for taking the time to arouse and entertain us @BeneathMyWillow.

[BeneathMyWillow 824]

Thanks again all who've commented. For posterity, the next part is here http://peefans.com/index.php?/topic/8860-the-holiday-pt-5-going-into-town/

 

 

[BeneathMyWillow 824]

On 22/02/2018 at 4:09 PM, Alfresco said:

This is an excellent series.  The casual exposure and entertainment for the older guy was a nice touch.   Certainly looking forward to what happens in town.  

The old guy was an idea I was first thinking of having in the previous chapter -- as one of Maddie's neighbours maybe. I thought it worked better on the campsite though.