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Pee time at the Dunes - Episode 2  

jillandjules6969 55M/52F
77 posts
3/8/2021 12:24 pm

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4/17/2021 1:59 pm

Pee time at the Dunes - Episode 2


After a good pussy licking session in the back seat, which resulted in a terrific cum from me (see episode 1), like a true gentleman, Jules decided delay his own need cum. We had a sunny morning ahead, and he wanted take a drive. But as I climbed back into the front passenger’s seat, I realized I needed a good wee-wee. We contemplated where we should stop. Then Jules had a thought, “Can you hold it for about half an hour?”
“Er, I guess so.”

I didn’t understand why he wanted me to wait; we knew of a few public bathrooms close by.

But trusting Jules, I put my bladder needs on hold, as he did his cum needs. As we drove through a few familiar towns, I realized we were heading to the coast. Jules knew I liked seeing the sea, but there was a secondary motive. He was in search of a naturalist<b> beach.

</font></b>The naturalist<b> beach </font></b>was somewhat of an urban legend. It was supposedly at the far end of the main<b> beach. </font></b>But none of the town locals heard of it. We tried to gather clues of its possible existence in time for a hot summer day, when we could enjoy a place like that, wearing thongs and little else.

Jules drove us to the far end of the main<b> beach. </font></b>We parked and walked through an empty playing field, then through a brambly path which led to three and four-foot sand dunes.

"The rising sand reminds me of your dick," I flirted with Jules.
We strode up the soft, but firm dune rises, and then back down, trying not to slip into the bramble that laced through the dunes. We looked over a large thicket of bramble for more level sand that might have shown itself to be a perfect spot for the legendary naked<b> beach. </font></b>But we couldn’t see much past the bramble. It was the wrong time of the year for nude sunbathing anyway. We’d spy again when it got warmer.

Speaking of warmer, I reminded Jules about my wee-wee needs. The sand dunes would be the perfect cover. Jules walked the path ahead of me to push the bramble away from scratching us. We went far enough until we felt we were unseen.

There, Jules stood as the lookout while I pulled down my pants and squatted on the sand, holding his jeans for support with one hand. I closed my eyes and, opened my pussy lips to expose my urethra with the other hand, trying not to feel self-conscious that Jules was waiting. I finally relaxed and felt the wee stream begin. I watched the pee flow out of me, spraying my pussy and the sand below me. My first pee burst began to subside, and I rested a little, breathing quietly. “Is there more?” Jules asked.
“Yes,”
As I began my second wee round, Jules knelt down facing me, “I want to taste it.”
“Go ahead,” I said.
He put his open hand to feel my hot pee stream wash over his palm.
Knowing his hand was there encouraged me to continue. When I finished that pee burst, he took his hand, wet with my warm pee into his mouth and sucked his own fingers.
“Do you have any more in there?” he wondered aloud.
“Yes, a third one.” I weed on his hand again, fully emptying my bladder this time. It was a completely comforting feeling, weeing on his welcoming hand. He cupped the last pool of my wee-wee carefully and sucked it from his palm. Some spilled to his fingers and he asked if I wanted to suck them too. I did.
My pee tasted light and appley.

Jules decided to pee too. So it was my turn to be the lookout. He helped me to my feet and pulled up my jeans. He stood and faced his back to me, while I kept track of what was going on around us. But being voyeurs of each other, I wanted to see him in the act.
The pee was taking awhile and I wondered if Jules might have trouble letting loose in the cold air, or maybe suddenly self-conscious around me. I hugged him from behind and waited, peeking over his shoulder to get a dick view. Finally it began. I kept quiet, watching his hearty pee stream, then when he was close to finishing, I offered, “May I clean you?”
“Yes,” he said eagerly.

I bent carefully so as not to fall into the bramble and with the tip of my tongue licked the pale ale flavour from his dick, inserting my tongue between the foreskin and head, softly sucking up the remnants.
My tasty work done, Jules zipped up and we walked down the dunes back to the main<b> beach. </font></b>We spotted a few other couples walking their dogs. I found two perfect cockleshells laid together that I wanted to pocket as a memento of Jules and me. I picked them up telling him I was ready to take them home. The environmentalist in Jules surfaced. He jokingly warned, “Put them back where they belong, or I’ll make you kneel here while I pee into your open mouth.”
“Hmm, that sounds more of an encouragement,” I jibed back.
I did not take the shells. Instead, we trekked back to the car laughing a little, but I could see Jules had a semi-hard dick, growing like a sand dune mound, that I would soon have to climb.

To be continued…

funboy323232 47M

3/23/2021 1:35 am

mmm im a fan of watching pee... let me know if you fancied a chat


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