The day was warm, the comforting radiance of the sea breeze sweeping up the beech. Miranda lay on
her blanket watching the sea lap up the sand, the gentle splash of waves soothing her nerves. Having been there
since noon and having almost completely emptied her three litre water bottle, her bladder had begun to ache,
and she promised herself she would find a loo soon. Crossing her legs and doing her best to ignore her need to
wee for the time being, she reached over for her water bottle, gulped down the remainder of its contents and
threw it to one side. Closing her eyes, she drifted to sleep.
Waking gradually, she opened her eyes, surprised to see the sun beginning to set on the horizon. She
couldn't have been sleeping that long, could she? A few people were still scattered around the beech, but most
had gone. She took stock of her situation, and realised her bladder was sending her urgent messages. She was
dying to pee, and noticed during sleep, her right hand had wandered down to her fanny to press it in. She was
also aware of a powerful sexy feeling between her legs, and as she moved them, a small squirt of pee hissed
from her lips. Doubling over, she regained control, and felt the gusset of her swimming costume for signs of
moisture. Thankfully, not too much damage done. She sat up, swooning a little, looking round for the nearest
sign of a loo and maybe somewhere to rub her clit in the process. Nowhere immediately suggested itself. As her
pussy dripped in excitement, she unwittingly started to play with herself, her fingers stroking and massaging the
warm, slightly damp patch between her legs. She lent on her left hand, looked round again, and noticed a
woman a little way up the beach watching her through a pair of binoculars. Becoming aware of the antics of her
right hand, she blushed and withdrew it, her excitement heightening by the close scrutiny of her observer, and
her restriction of not being able to touch. The woman appeared to be young and shapely, but was too far away
for any real detail to be captured.
Crossing her legs tightly, Miranda reached over to her bag and rummaged around for a miniskirt and
T-shirt she had brought with her. She didn't plan to walk around with a damp patch between her legs, however
subtle it seemed. At the bottom she found them, and carefully slipped the long T-shirt over her head. Pulling it
down to its full length, she untied the knot on the back of her swimming costume and slipped it off from
underneath. As she peeled it from her sticky fanny, she felt the gentle sea breeze rush up her T-shirt and caress
her inner thighs. She swooned again as she dripped from the pleasure. Reaching over for her knickers, she
slipped them over her feet and pulled them up. As they soaked up the moisture, she pulled her skirt up and
over them. It felt tight around her waste, then she realised her bladder was bulging out, becoming too full for
her to hold her wee in much longer. Grabbing another chance to touch herself, she felt almost orgasmic, her
need to masturbate growing rapidly. She longed to just wee in her knickers and caress herself through the wet
fabric, but glanced over to her voyeur and felt slightly uneasy. The feeling was beginning to drive her crazy as
she stood and folded her blanket, placing it in the bag along with her empty water bottle and damp swimming
costume, and hanging it over her left shoulder. She wore no bra, and discovered her nipples to be erect and
showing through her T-shirt.
As she began to make her way up the beech, she found it difficult to stand up straight and refrain
from wetting herself at the same time. As she walked, her right hand wandered back to her twat, its demands
much stronger than her will to fight it. She gently pressed herself through her skirt, a torrent of pleasure surging
from her vagina and through her body. She rolled her eyes and moaned as she felt her fanny drip with love
juice, her wet knickers clinging to her body.
She looked around, desperate to find a loo before it was all too late. Her bladder was filled to the
limit, and she had to find a place to wee urgently. Her hand still pressing herself, she walked up the beach, the
town and it toilets drawing closer. She walked leaning over slightly, as her bladder stopped her from standing
up straight, love juice not the only thing dripping from her fanny. Straining to hold it in, she began to run, her
pussy wet and warm beneath her knickers. She dripped again, but this time with pee. She moaned, her hand
pushing harder to stop it busting out.
She approached the sea wall and climbed its steps, her bladder and pussy both screaming for
attention. Looking around, she spotted a sign for the toilets across the street, and she walked quickly in the
direction it pointed. She felt a dribble of pee run down the inside of her leg, her saturated knickers unable to
absorb any more liquid. Looking down, she watched the drip run down the inside of her leg as she walked. She
lent forward and pressed her fanny harder to try and stop any more squirting out. The harder she pressed, the
sexier she felt, and controlling herself was becoming increasingly difficult. She looked at her legs as she began
to run, the dribble having reached her right foot.
She looked up as the ladies toilets finally became visible, but to her dismay, discovered there to be a
long queue of desperate women and girls. She ran towards them and joined the end, looking down the line and
bouncing on her feet, clutching her pee hole in desperation with both hands. She noticed other women subtly
pressing their fannies through their clothes as well, and put it down to them needing wee's like her. She began
to squirm, doubling over in a vain attempt of finding a little relief.
Miranda knew she wouldn't make it now. It was all but a lost cause, but still she continued to battle
with her bladder. How desperate she was, and how horny that made her feel. She was shaking from the
desperation and excitement, and tears appeared in the corners of her eyes. She spurted again, a short hiss
emanating from between her legs, and then stopping almost as suddenly. Her fingers massaged her vagina as
she squatted down on the floor, her self control coming to a complete stop.
She parted her legs slightly and closed her eyes as her pee began to hiss from her fanny in full force.
Oblivious to her surroundings now, she masturbated furiously, pushing the fabric of her knickers into her with
one hand, and rubbing her clit with the other. She couldn't remember a time when she had been so turned on
before, the people around her just making the experience so much more enjoyable.
Orgasm after orgasm thundered through her body, and unable to contain herself, she screamed with
the pleasure. All eyes were fixed on her. Pee squirting out, she came again and again. As her pussy contracted
one last time, and the last droplets of wee made their way out, she felt relieved, fulfilled, embarrassed and
naughty all at the same time. She opened her eyes, reality hitting her hard as she realised what she had done.
This was so unlike her, she thought, as she looked at her reservoir of pee on the pavement.
She stood, faces from the young and old alike looking with disgust at her. She noticed her voyeur
friend with her binoculars still peering aghast from the beach. She broke out into a sprint towards somewhere,
anywhere that wasn't there, tears flooding her eyes.
Months later, she returned to the very same beach with the objective of reliving the exact same
experience. That day was warm, the comforting radiance of the sea breeze sweeping up the beach, as she lay on
her blanket watching the sea lap up the sand...
her blanket watching the sea lap up the sand, the gentle splash of waves soothing her nerves. Having been there
since noon and having almost completely emptied her three litre water bottle, her bladder had begun to ache,
and she promised herself she would find a loo soon. Crossing her legs and doing her best to ignore her need to
wee for the time being, she reached over for her water bottle, gulped down the remainder of its contents and
threw it to one side. Closing her eyes, she drifted to sleep.
Waking gradually, she opened her eyes, surprised to see the sun beginning to set on the horizon. She
couldn't have been sleeping that long, could she? A few people were still scattered around the beech, but most
had gone. She took stock of her situation, and realised her bladder was sending her urgent messages. She was
dying to pee, and noticed during sleep, her right hand had wandered down to her fanny to press it in. She was
also aware of a powerful sexy feeling between her legs, and as she moved them, a small squirt of pee hissed
from her lips. Doubling over, she regained control, and felt the gusset of her swimming costume for signs of
moisture. Thankfully, not too much damage done. She sat up, swooning a little, looking round for the nearest
sign of a loo and maybe somewhere to rub her clit in the process. Nowhere immediately suggested itself. As her
pussy dripped in excitement, she unwittingly started to play with herself, her fingers stroking and massaging the
warm, slightly damp patch between her legs. She lent on her left hand, looked round again, and noticed a
woman a little way up the beach watching her through a pair of binoculars. Becoming aware of the antics of her
right hand, she blushed and withdrew it, her excitement heightening by the close scrutiny of her observer, and
her restriction of not being able to touch. The woman appeared to be young and shapely, but was too far away
for any real detail to be captured.
Crossing her legs tightly, Miranda reached over to her bag and rummaged around for a miniskirt and
T-shirt she had brought with her. She didn't plan to walk around with a damp patch between her legs, however
subtle it seemed. At the bottom she found them, and carefully slipped the long T-shirt over her head. Pulling it
down to its full length, she untied the knot on the back of her swimming costume and slipped it off from
underneath. As she peeled it from her sticky fanny, she felt the gentle sea breeze rush up her T-shirt and caress
her inner thighs. She swooned again as she dripped from the pleasure. Reaching over for her knickers, she
slipped them over her feet and pulled them up. As they soaked up the moisture, she pulled her skirt up and
over them. It felt tight around her waste, then she realised her bladder was bulging out, becoming too full for
her to hold her wee in much longer. Grabbing another chance to touch herself, she felt almost orgasmic, her
need to masturbate growing rapidly. She longed to just wee in her knickers and caress herself through the wet
fabric, but glanced over to her voyeur and felt slightly uneasy. The feeling was beginning to drive her crazy as
she stood and folded her blanket, placing it in the bag along with her empty water bottle and damp swimming
costume, and hanging it over her left shoulder. She wore no bra, and discovered her nipples to be erect and
showing through her T-shirt.
As she began to make her way up the beech, she found it difficult to stand up straight and refrain
from wetting herself at the same time. As she walked, her right hand wandered back to her twat, its demands
much stronger than her will to fight it. She gently pressed herself through her skirt, a torrent of pleasure surging
from her vagina and through her body. She rolled her eyes and moaned as she felt her fanny drip with love
juice, her wet knickers clinging to her body.
She looked around, desperate to find a loo before it was all too late. Her bladder was filled to the
limit, and she had to find a place to wee urgently. Her hand still pressing herself, she walked up the beach, the
town and it toilets drawing closer. She walked leaning over slightly, as her bladder stopped her from standing
up straight, love juice not the only thing dripping from her fanny. Straining to hold it in, she began to run, her
pussy wet and warm beneath her knickers. She dripped again, but this time with pee. She moaned, her hand
pushing harder to stop it busting out.
She approached the sea wall and climbed its steps, her bladder and pussy both screaming for
attention. Looking around, she spotted a sign for the toilets across the street, and she walked quickly in the
direction it pointed. She felt a dribble of pee run down the inside of her leg, her saturated knickers unable to
absorb any more liquid. Looking down, she watched the drip run down the inside of her leg as she walked. She
lent forward and pressed her fanny harder to try and stop any more squirting out. The harder she pressed, the
sexier she felt, and controlling herself was becoming increasingly difficult. She looked at her legs as she began
to run, the dribble having reached her right foot.
She looked up as the ladies toilets finally became visible, but to her dismay, discovered there to be a
long queue of desperate women and girls. She ran towards them and joined the end, looking down the line and
bouncing on her feet, clutching her pee hole in desperation with both hands. She noticed other women subtly
pressing their fannies through their clothes as well, and put it down to them needing wee's like her. She began
to squirm, doubling over in a vain attempt of finding a little relief.
Miranda knew she wouldn't make it now. It was all but a lost cause, but still she continued to battle
with her bladder. How desperate she was, and how horny that made her feel. She was shaking from the
desperation and excitement, and tears appeared in the corners of her eyes. She spurted again, a short hiss
emanating from between her legs, and then stopping almost as suddenly. Her fingers massaged her vagina as
she squatted down on the floor, her self control coming to a complete stop.
She parted her legs slightly and closed her eyes as her pee began to hiss from her fanny in full force.
Oblivious to her surroundings now, she masturbated furiously, pushing the fabric of her knickers into her with
one hand, and rubbing her clit with the other. She couldn't remember a time when she had been so turned on
before, the people around her just making the experience so much more enjoyable.
Orgasm after orgasm thundered through her body, and unable to contain herself, she screamed with
the pleasure. All eyes were fixed on her. Pee squirting out, she came again and again. As her pussy contracted
one last time, and the last droplets of wee made their way out, she felt relieved, fulfilled, embarrassed and
naughty all at the same time. She opened her eyes, reality hitting her hard as she realised what she had done.
This was so unlike her, she thought, as she looked at her reservoir of pee on the pavement.
She stood, faces from the young and old alike looking with disgust at her. She noticed her voyeur
friend with her binoculars still peering aghast from the beach. She broke out into a sprint towards somewhere,
anywhere that wasn't there, tears flooding her eyes.
Months later, she returned to the very same beach with the objective of reliving the exact same
experience. That day was warm, the comforting radiance of the sea breeze sweeping up the beach, as she lay on
her blanket watching the sea lap up the sand...
Hope you enjoyed that. PLEASE let me know what you think of it, and whether you'd like to read any more of my little stories. Thank you to you all.
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