1. Love At First Piss - Part 4


    Date: 2/28/2017, Categories: Fetish, Author: naughtybessparker, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    pleasures we’d enjoyed there. Neither of us spoke; too shell-shocked by the events we’d taken part in, I think. Gary paused to urinate before ascending the cliff path. He pissed on the sands, smiling contentedly as he emptied the contents of his bladder. I watched him point his cock upwards, his spray cascading out in a wide arc. It fell in fine droplets which caught the morning sunlight in rainbow colours. It was a sight to see. Beautiful. Hand in hand, Gary and I had returned to my flat where the desire to continue fucking tempted me to take a sick day from work. Perhaps I should have. I was in no fit state to be serving the public and the smell of eggs and bacon was making me feel nauseous. As the sun beat down on me in the courtyard garden, I thought about Gary. What was he doing at that very moment? He’d been fast asleep in my bed when I’d left for work. I’d watched him lying there with the morning sun hitting his auburn hair, setting it alight. Such a striking colour, I loved it. I watched the rise and fall of his chest as he slept, the slow steady breathing…how I’d longed to curl up beside him. Later, I’d said to myself. Work beckoned as it always did. “And now back to work again,” I sighed. I popped a couple of breath mints into my mouth and returned to the café. I looked better, felt more alive and my customers smiled as I cheerily served them. It was another beautiful day in Cyprus and a fantastic night of wickedness with Gary lay ahead of me. Excellent! So what if ...
    I was a little tired? I’d cope. Life was good. The all-day-breakfast crowds kept piling into the café; the clubbers, late risers and tourists so hung-over only a fry-up would do. The café was packed to capacity. I didn’t mind. I preferred to be busy. Cara and I did the daytime waitressing between us with Cara carrying on alone once the lunchtime rush was over. The evening staff arrived at four, transforming the café into a relaxed bar and bistro which remained open until the early hours of the morning. My room-mate, Karen, worked the evening shifts and loved it. The slower paced work wasn’t my idea of fun. I found it tedious. I’d once been offered longer hours at the café but I’d turned it down. The morning shift was enough. Work at the café, even at its busiest, was too easy. As the lunch orders mounted up I switched my brain off, breezed around my tables and ran on autopilot. I sang to myself, to relieve the boredom, and failed to notice a familiar face sitting at one of my favourite alfresco tables. I froze when I spotted him. “Jake? What the fuck’s he doing here?” I hadn’t expected to see Jake and the sight of him, sitting there, threw me. He made me uncomfortable. I’d had no idea he was into pee play, or threesomes, prior to our argument the previous evening. I’d never dreamed I’d take part in both with him that very same night. Don’t get me wrong, I had no regrets about our exploits at the cove, but the aftermath still felt awkward. Jake had a thing for me and I didn’t ...
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