Cabin at the Lake - Sex Stories

Cabin at the Lake

... shower when I heard you start yours. Another time." She hands me my towel, then reaches for the one she must have worn when she entered our room. "You don't mind do you?" she asks, wrapping the towel around herself. "Nah, it's always nice to be pampered." "What about me?" A sleepy voice inquires. Mark's face stretches into a yawn before I can answer. He's got a hardon. He always does in the morning. It's hard to tell sometimes. He's definitely a shower and not so much a grower. His cock is thicker and sways heavily as he walks into the bathroom. Not having brushed his teeth, he settles for giving me a peck on the cheek. "You want me to hop back in with you?" I say as I try, and fail, to flatten down his hair with my fingers. He yawns again before answering. "I was hoping for both of you, truth be told." "I'll need another towel then," Donna drawls. "This one is wet enough to wring out." I shrug. "Fine with me sugar." Mark grins. "Settle down. Now beat it and let me take a leak and brush my teeth first." I turn but Donna shakes her head. Mark looks at her, confused then his eyes widen. "You want to watch me pee?" Donna merely giggles and nods. It's my turn to shrug. What the hell I decide. Why not? I've not had a lot of experience with men but more than Donna apparently. "Why do you push your butt back like that?" she asks as Mark, having already flipped the seat up, prepares to pee. "When the penis is erect, it pinches off the urethra where it exits the bladder. You have ...

... to straighten it out to urinate, or at least to urinate easily." That's my sugar, always the doctor. I grin, thinking of yesterday and admit he's not always a doctor. Donna shrugs. "I never knew that." Mark returns the shrug. "Why would you?" He stands there a moment. "I'm not sure I can go with an audience." Donna presses herself along his side. Her hand replaces his own. "Will this make it easier?" I hear her whisper. I step to his far side, my hip brushing the wall, and wrap my arms around his waist. I kiss his shoulder. I don't bother watching. I've seen him take a whiz. I'm not sure why Donna thinks it will be such a show. "Go ahead baby. I gotcha," I hum against his chest. I hear the splash, tentative then rising to a roar. "I can feel it, feel the urine rushing through your urethra," Donna gasps. "I've heard men pee before. I had no idea it was so forceful." She giggles. "I bet it would feel like a Vichy shower." I pull my head back to look at her. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Mark is still going strong. It seems like he pees for about an hour in the morning. Lord. "What the hell is a Vichy shower?" I ask. "Is that like a golden shower?" Mark jumps a little. Donna giggles. "No, you perv," she smirks at me. I stick my tongue out at her. "You're the one talking about showers and wanting to watch my fiance take a leak. Who's the perv?" "Oh me," she snorts. "I admit it. But seriously you and I are taking a road trip. You got to try one. It's amazing. You get a ...