JOURNAL-001: "WAITING FOR MARCELLA" - Sex Stories

JOURNAL-001: "WAITING FOR MARCELLA"

... and I finally decided to call it a day. We got dressed and took the long walk back to the parking lot. My bag was much lighter on the trip back, as we had drank the majority of the gallon of water I had brought down to the beach. Although we had both sweat a lot, as we neared the parking lot, we both acknowledged the fact that we needed to relieve ourselves pretty urgently. Not far from the almost empty parking lot was a covered picnic area and a small building that housed showers and toilets for beach goers. I walked into the dimly lit men's room, surprised to see Belinda following me in. "Hello?" the word echoed after she called out. There was no answer from any of the stalls. She then smiled at me and asked "Wanna take a shower together?" For a moment, I almost forgot how badly I needed to pee because my eyes were glued to Belinda. She had already casually pulled her little tank top off and tossed it over the divider of one of the shower stalls and was in the middle of unbuttoning her shorts. I swear, no matter how often I saw her naked, I still couldn't tear my eyes away from her. She tossed her shorts over the divider and went on to sliding out of her panties. Before I could step over to the urinals, Belinda took a wide stance, staring at me, and began to playfully rub her little shaved slit. That situation was much more dangerous than when we were down at the beach. People weren't expecting to see naked people up here and on top of that, we were in the men's room and ...

... here was a completely naked woman diddling herself in front of the row of urinals. She was growing more and more brazen. As I finally broke away from her to head to the urinals, she stepped in front of me, still rubbing herself and staring lustfully into my eyes. "Baby, come on." I protested. "I have to piss so bad, my eyes hurt." She completely ignored me, saying "Uh-huh." with a dirty smile. She then squatted down over the concrete bathroom floor, propping herself up with her left hand. She leaned back and spread her thighs even wider and continued rubbing her clit. "I guess you'll just have to wait." she purred. I looked her body up and down and was getting hard again. Her flat tummy tensed and flexed with each movement of her hand. I was flexing my rectum in an effort to hold back the flood of pee that was ready to flow. I didn't want to spoil the mood, but I could no longer ignore it. "Baby, you look really fucking hot right now, but I'm about to piss my pants here." "Really?" she cooed as she pulled her hand away from her crotch. "You really need to go, huh?" she goaded. "Hmm. Me too." she purred in her sexiest little girl voice as she leaned back even further. "Mmm, I gotta pee so bad." she moaned, and suddenly, a short burst of golden piss spurted from between her thighs, splashing down onto the concrete floor. "Oops." she cooed. "Holy shit." I gasped. Through a beet red smile I asked "What the fuck are you doing?" She giggled in response before shocking me again. She ...