The traditional
seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great
time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, the
Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and
illuminations, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun
Park, but it was the Seaview Hotel that was attracting groups of revellers
from every corner of the Finchbottom Vale for the their company Christmas
parties, most of them were singletons, and ranged in age from late teens to
their early fifties.
Most of the party goers decided to make a weekend of it, looking for
love or lust, or a combination of the two.
So those looking for a long weekend arrived in Sharpington on Friday
morning and would stay until Sunday, with the party being on Saturday night,
which in order to add to the fun was fancy dress.
It was the first time in Sharpington for some of the visitors, but
many had been before and a few of them had only been in town for a few hours
when they started to see a familiar face or two, at the Hotel, along the prom,
in the café and on the pier, although for Dakota
Jackson it was when she and some of the other girls went to
the Sandcastle Arms, and she spotted her crush, Gordon Snipe.
They had been at college at the same time, but he moved with a much
cooler crowd than she did, she was considered to be a geek, but she’d fancied
him from the moment she saw him, but she very much got a vibe from him that she
would be wasting her time, so she didn’t even try, but it didn’t stop her
wanting him.
So, when she saw him in the pub Dakota got very excited and downed two
pints of Dutch courage and went to speak to him before the effects wore off.
“Hello Gordon” she said, almost shouting, which got his attention because
he turned around to face her and as he did his face lit up
“Dakota Jackson!”
“You remember me?”
“Of course, I remember you” he said “the
smartest girl in college”
“Oh, you remember me as the geek” she retorted failing to conceal her
disappointment
“No, I remember you as a pretty brunette, who just happened to be the
smartest girl in college”
“Oh”
Gordon bought her another drink and they sat down at a table to drink
it while they chatted, but halfway through her pint she needed to pee, but she
didn’t go because she was concerned Gordon would be monopolised by some needy
female, so she clenched, and accepted another pint for the same reason, but by
the end of that she had to give in.
But when she went to the ladies, she found a couple where having sex
in stall one, stall two was out of order, stall three was occupied by someone
with severe constipation and stall four was full of puke.
So, she left without relieving herself and rushed back out into the
pub, had she been a regular she would have known there was another ladies at
the other end of the pub, but she wasn’t, so she didn’t, so instead she grabbed
her coat and headed for the door.
“What’s the matter?” Gordon asked as he followed her
“Was it something I said?” he asked, “Or did?”
“No” she replied “But don’t follow me because I need to pee, really
bad”
“Why didn’t you go in the pub?”
“They were either unavailable or unusable” she replied and walked as
fast as her pigeon steps could take her
“There are public toilets by the pier” he suggested
The conversation was very one sided as she did her strange walk, but
they only reached about halfway when she suddenly exclaimed
“Can’t wait, can’t wait, can’t wait”
And Dakota veered to the left saying
“Must pee, must pee, must pee” and then she yanked her tights and
knickers down around her knees and hoisted her skirt up around her middle so
that her thick black bush was clearly visible to Gordon
“Don’t look!” she snapped
“If you didn’t want anyone to see, you shouldn’t have gotten your
hairy chuff out under a streetlight”
“Just stop looking” she ordered and boosted herself up, so she was
squatting over a rubbish bin
“Oh, fuck yes!” she exclaimed as she released a jet of piss into the
bin.
“Mmmmm” she sighed and then said “You’re still looking”
“Sorry” he said without averting his gaze and closing the distance
“A gentleman wouldn’t look” she said
“A lady wouldn’t piss in a bin on the promenade” he countered
“But I was desperate” she said pathetically as she squeezed out the
last drops
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to look” he said standing right in front of
her “But its very sexy”
“Is it?” she asked coyly and blushed a little and then said,
“I need something to wipe with”
So, he gave her his handkerchief and then stood transfixed as she
wiped herself and she smiled at him as he looked on.
He couldn’t help noticing that after wiping herself her tights and
knickers were still around her knees and her dress was still hoicked up and her
chuff was still very much on display.
“Are you enjoying the show?” she asked
“Very much so” he replied
She manoeuvred herself slightly to one side in order to free up one
hand as she noticed where his gaze had fallen and made sure her skirt didn’t
flop down and to make sure her bush remained visible, and then she kissed him
as her hand found the bulge in his trousers.
“Did I do this? she said as she caressed the lump
“You did”
“Watching me pee made your cock hard?”
“Not just that” he said staring down at her bush and then she kissed
him again while she began extricating his cock from its confines.
As soon as she had his cock in her hand it was time for his fingers to
explore amidst her whiskers and seek out her moist prize, and when he found it,
she moaned loudly in his mouth and tugged on his shaft.
With Dakota’s furious wanking Gordon was fast approaching the point of
no return so he called a halt before he spaffed on her.
“I think we should go somewhere more private for the next bit” he said
and picked her up off the bin.
“No” she snapped
“What you want to do it here?”
“No, I do not” she said adamantly
“Don’t you want to do it?” he asked
“Yes, yes, yes,” she replied and buried her head in his chest and
added
“But I don’t want to be bent over the seawall for my first time”
“Well,” he said and kissed her forehead
“Let’s put your fluffy friend away, and go back to the Hotel where I
can deflower you in comfort”
“Yes please” she replied meekly
So, he crouched down, kissed her fluff muff, and pulled up her
knickers and tights.
They walked briskly, hand in hand, to the Hotel and Dakota still had
her pigeon step gait but not for the want of a pee, this time it was sticky
lips and the want of Gordons cock.
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