Seth was feeling the bourbon now and he went back in to the bedroom and closed the doors; he opened a window to allow a breeze to circulate and slipped in to bed behind Amber so that they were spooning, he adjusted the sheets and pulled a pillow beneath his head and lightly kissed the nape of Amber’s neck. She moaned in her sleep and found his right arm and she pulled it over her body and hugged his hand to his chest, she pushed her bum, which was cold (he loved it that her ass was always nearly ice-cold, he loved the feel of her cold cheeks beneath his hand) back in to Seth’s groin and he dozed off.
*****
Seth woke up a little before 8am and he left Amber sleeping; she hadn’t moved all night. He quickly dressed in jeans and tee shirt and grabbed some socks and his shoes. He left the bedroom and went downstairs. The house was already warm and he opened a window in the kitchen. Seth listened to the radio as he activated the coffee machine; weather reports were promising temperatures that would peak beyond one hundred degrees.
He left the coffee machine brewing and walked to the local village shop; he bought a pack of cigarettes, some milk and four large bunches of roses (one red, one white, one yellow and a final pink bunch). Dennis the shop owner promised that they had just come in. Seth paid for his purchases, made polite small talk and left. He smoked a cigarette as he walked back to the house.
Coming in to the kitchen Seth saw that Amber was up, she was facing away from him, leaning on the breakfast bar with her elbows, her feet crossed; her perfect ass pointing skywards and back at him. She was talking on the cordless telephone. She looked back over one shoulder and smiled a huge grin when she saw the flowers.
‘He’s just come in Tanya, I’ll ask him.’ Tanya was Amber’s older brother’s wife (they were separated and there were two children caught in the middle, the niece and nephew that came to stay quite regularly)
Amber stood up and turned around and rested her bottom back against the breakfast bar; her nakedness never failed to stir something deep inside Seth.
‘Ask me what?’ Seth asked, he put the flowers down on the kitchen’s central work island and gave Amber a quick peck on the cheek. ‘They’re lovely,’ Amber silently mouthed at Seth.
‘Tanya wants to know if the kids can come and stay next weekend.’
‘Sure they can,’ Seth said without even thinking; the children were adorable. Henry and Sophie loved to stay with them and Seth knew that the situation at home was tense for the kids.
‘Seth says yes,’ Amber said in to the handset. ‘We’ll pick them up Friday evening after six.’
She said her goodbyes and put the handset back in to its cradle. ‘My brother is acting the prick again.’
‘No surprise there then.’ Amber’s older brother had never really grown up and her younger sibling Richard was a pain in Seth’s ass like no other. Amber didn’t want to spoil the weekend with thoughts of her dysfunctional family and so she collected four vases from a cupboard and quickly worked at sorting out the roses.
‘They’re beautiful honey,’ Amber said; he was always buying her flowers for no other reason than that he liked to buy them for her.
Seth poured two steaming mugs of coffee and opened up the patio doors. He switched on the sound system and Ellie Goulding’s voice could be heard throughout the house. Seth walked out on to the patio and lit two cigarettes. Amber joined him and sat opposite him and they sat in silence listening to the birds in the woods nearby. ‘There goes that woodpecker again.’
Amber ran her hands through her hair and said, ‘I was totally hammered last night wasn’t I?’
‘Yeap,’ Seth replied with a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. ‘How do you feel this morning?’
‘Okay, I downed a pint of water when I got up and I haven’t got a headache.’ Amber inhaled on her cigarette and then added, ‘I can’t remember getting to bed though.’
‘I carried you in from the car, you were “sparko”; don’t you remember the bath?’
Amber thought about this. ‘Vaguely.’
‘You were covered in champagne; I bathed you and then put you to bed.’
Amber thought about the events of earlier that morning. ‘I can’t believe we did that with someone watching; what was his name again?’
‘Stuart, and yes you can believe it.’
Amber chuckled. ‘Well, okay, yeah I can, it was a turn on wasn’t it?’
Seth nodded his head in agreement.
‘I could get in to the whole dogging thing, not the shagging strangers, but letting them watch and maybe...’ Amber let the sentence hang in the air and Seth raised an eyebrow.
‘Maybe what?’
Amber nibbled her lips. ‘The touching part intrigued me.’
‘Is that right?’ he asked playfully.
‘It could merit further investigation,’ Amber replied; she licked her bottom lip provocatively.
Seth laughed and stood up. ‘I wanted to ask you about something Kathy said last night,’ and he watched Amber’s face and her expression changed from laughter to guarded.
‘This is about her and her husband peeing on each other right?’
Seth looked out at the sloping garden to the woodlands at the rear. ‘I don’t want you thinking Kathy’s some kind of weirdo Amber; she told us that in confidence, don’t hold it against her.’
Amber got to her feet and stood behind her husband and slipped her arms around him and rested her left cheek against his shoulders.
‘Is that what you think, I wasn’t disgusted by it, Kathy’s great, it just came as a surprise, and to be totally open with you when she told us about it it really intrigued me.’
Seth turned around and Amber’s chin came to rest against his chest bone and she looked up in to his eyes. Seth hand’s slipped down her back and squeezed her buttocks.
‘Intrigued you?’
‘Yeah. Up until then I’d never thought about water-sports but the minute she mentioned it I felt a twinge in my stomach; she told me a bit more about it when we went to the ladies, how they take turns to pee on each other and she could see that it aroused me, she even gave me pointers.’
‘Pointers?’
‘Yeah, like how they drink plenty of water throughout the day leading up to; it dilutes the smell and taste of the urine.’
‘Taste, they drink it?’ Seth was a little stunned at where this was leading.
‘Uh-huh, she also said they don’t eat anything spicy or too rich; I can sort of see how that would help; it’s not exactly sexy or erotic if you end up gagging or throwing up from it.’ Amber was smiling but Seth could see that his wife felt a little uncomfortable about her revelations.
This was not how he had expected this particular conversation to go; he had been worried about how Amber might have perceived his friend, when in point of fact here she was telling him that it intrigued her and quite possibly that it turned her on.
‘You want to pee on me?’ Seth said with a grin.
Amber shrugged her shoulders; he felt her breasts rise and fall against his belly. She was biting her bottom lip. ‘I don’t know.’
‘You don’t know?’
‘Quit playing with me Seth, okay, alright, yes I want to pee on you, and I want you to pee on me, Kathy told me all about it, it’s kinky, a little taboo, it’s a sign of submission.’
‘Okay, let me think about it, get my head around the idea okay?’
Amber nodded her head, he could see that her face had gone a shade of red; neither of them had ever talked about anything like this before. Seth kissed the end of her nose.
‘What’s the plan for today?’ Amber asked changing the course of the conversation as quickly as she could.
‘I thought we’d go to the beach if you fancy it?’
‘Whatever you want, you’re still the boss at the minute.’
‘I thought we could take a picnic, do some swimming, I could rub some sun block in to your skin.’
Amber laughed.
‘The beach sounds fine, I’ll
make a start on the picnic; do you know where the cooler is?’
‘In the attic I think, I’ll go get it.’
*****
As far as Seth and Amber were concerned Porthcurno beach was one of the most beautiful spots in Cornwall; hidden away in the far south-eastern corner of the county it had the finest whitest sand of any of Cornwall’s many beaches. Famous for its outdoor theatre high on a cliff-top and for being the site of the first telegraph station; the station was heavily used during WWII allowing transmissions to the UK allies of the time; it was a key staging point in the war in Europe. The open-air theatre; the “Minack”, was the brainchild and lifelong work of a remarkable lady from Derbyshire called Rowena Cade, she had started to build it in 1931 and it was finally finished in 1983; it was a remarkable thing to behold and Seth and Amber had attended many plays there over the years.
On this Sunday as they walked on to the beach after navigating their way down the long stony slope from the car-park in the village they were pleased to see that there were only a couple of dozen holiday-makers already on the golden sands.
‘Look at that sea, it’s amazing,’ Seth said. The waters off the beach were a pure clean aquamarine; it was one of the delights of this particular bay that it was wide and that meant, protected by the extending cliffs on either side that thrust out in to the ocean several hundred yards, that the water here was protected by most of the stronger currents and one could swim without fear of strong tidal pulls; another gem was that the bay wasn’t too deep and this meant that swimming was a joy.
They stepped on to the fine grained sand and Amber yelped at the heat radiating from the ground beneath her bare feet. ‘Ouch!’ she said and Seth chuckled but even he was surprised by just how hot the sand beneath his feet was.
‘Carry me,’ Amber said as she hopped from foot to foot.
‘I’ve got my hands full,’ he said as he started across the beach. Amber stepped back off of the beach and on to the grass pathway.
‘Come back for me,’ she pleaded in a playful way. ‘Puuuuleeeeeze!’
Seth laughed. ‘Wait there then.’
Seth was loaded down with the cool box; a large blue box made of plastic with a white lid and under his arms was the wind break and parasol. Amber was carrying the beach mats and their towels, and she had a bag slung over her shoulder.
Seth made his way to the left heading for the far rear corner of the beach where the sand met the rocks and cliffs. He was amazed at just how hot it was; not even noon and he was sweltering in shorts and a t-shirt. There was no breeze and the air felt hot and humid; each breath he took he could feel the heat in the air; it made it feel like he was breathing a warm liquid; his lungs felt tight.
He dumped their gear near the cliffs and then walked back along the beach. Amber was waiting for him. She looked amazing, her hair tied back in a long ponytail; her legs exposed right up to her bikini bottoms; she wore a torn t-shirt over her bikini top; it was slipping off of one shoulder exposing the bright pink strap; she had several bikinis in this line; the dozen or so of them were all Envy Push-Up two pieces; the bottoms were tied at each hip, and the top was secured by the straps tied at the back of her neck.
‘Okay: hold on,’ he said, as he lifted her up, he slipped one arm beneath her knees and the other behind her back, she held him by wrapping her arms around his head; the gear she was carrying she managed to secure in her lap but they must have looked funny as they moved across the beach; Amber constantly manoeuvring the items so that they didn’t drop.
They reached their spot on the beach and they quickly staked their claim. With the sheer cliff behind them, and rock formations to their left Seth hammered the wind break in to the sand about eight feet out from the rocks, he then secured the sun shade to the front of their clearing; they now had their own little rectangle of beach; and once they were sat on the beach mats they were hidden from any other beach-goer.
Seth smoothed the sand out flat whilst Amber stood on top of the cool box and she waited for him to roll out the padded beach mats and then she hopped on to the nearest one and quickly sat down cross-legged.
Seth rolled out another one next to hers and then moved the cooler closer. Shadows from the parasol fell across their faces but the heat was still extraordinary.
‘A hundred degrees and not even noon, the sweat’s dripping off of me,’ Amber said.
‘Where’s the sun block?’ Seth asked with a mischievous grin splashed across his face.
Amber picked up her bag and handed him the bottle of sun cream; it was in a clear bottle that she had prepared earlier; Amber had poured the contents of a branded bottle in to a jug and then added a vial of gold glitter; she’d then stirred the contents and then poured the new concoction in to an empty bottle; all the while Seth had looked on in puzzlement and Amber had smiled. ‘You’ll like the results later baby,’ she’d told him.
Seth took the bottle and then she told him to turn around and that she would do him first. ‘And don’t worry I have normal sun-cream for you.’
Seth pulled off his t-shirt and Amber quickly applied cream to his shoulders and back, she applied it liberally before telling him to turn around and she quickly covered his chest before massaging the cream in to legs; her hand ran up one leg of his shorts and she gently squeezed his cock which grew rapidly beneath her touch. She removed her hand and then rubbed cream across his face and shoulders.
‘There, good to go,’ she informed him as she wiped her hands on a towel.
‘Your turn,’ he said and he instructed her to take her t-shirt off. As the shirt was pulled free over her head he groaned at the sight of her large round breasts beneath; the bikini top fit her perfectly; two triangles of material covering each breast; with just enough spillage to get his blood racing; the contours of her nipples pressing against the bikini’s fabric. Amber dropped the t-shirt on the sand and Seth reached behind her neck and undone the knot and the bikini top came free and he dropped it between her legs. Amber put her hands down on the mat and reclined back; her breasts exposed and raised towards his face as she turned her face up to the heavens and she closed her eyes and said, ‘Have at them baby.’
Seth scooted in front of her, he rested back on his knees, and he lifted her thighs spreading her legs to either side of him, she locked her feet behind his butt and then she felt the sun cream drip across her exposed front; she knew he would apply more than was needed and it was only when she opened her eyes and saw fat globules of sparkling cream covering her that she told him that was plenty, she laughed as Seth kissed her upturned face. ‘You look stunning,’ he told her.
She laughed, ‘Only cuz my tits are on show.’
She closed her eyes as Seth began to massage the excessive amounts of sun-cream in to her exposed front; he started with her shoulders and arms before she felt his hands slide across her belly and then up between her breasts before he took them in his hands and she moaned with pleasure as he massaged the cream in to her breasts; he spent several minutes on each nipple and then he pushed her back on to the mat and she felt his hands massaging her legs working the cream in to her skin; he started with her feet and moved up; his hands glided over her knees, massaging her flesh so that he elicited coos of pleasure from her and he massaged her thighs; his fingers sliding high between her thighs; his fingertips brushing across the gusset of her bikini bottoms. Every time he did this she would open her eyes and look at him accusingly and he would say sorry but then two seconds later the same accident would occur and she had to tell him enough as she was getting aroused; she rolled over and he covered her back; his hands slipped beneath her bikini bottoms and massaged her ass and she said, ‘I think the bottoms will protect my ass plenty.’
‘You never know,’ he replied and she turned back on to her back and then sat up.
‘Can anyone see my tits?’
Seth looked around, ‘I can’t see anyone looking.’
‘Pity,’ Amber said and laughed when Seth began to tickle her. He pushed
her backwards on to her back.
‘You’re such a tease,’ he said and she kissed him and ran her hand beneath the waist of his shorts and she took him in her hand and began to slide her hand up and down his already hard shaft.
‘Jesus,’ he said and he massaged her breasts. She rolled in to him so that her breasts were crushed against his chest. Her hand continued to stroke his cock and he slid his hand down her belly; his fingers sliding beneath the pink material. Amber closed her legs firmly.
‘Nope, this is just for you.’
She pushed his shorts down enough to free his cock and she moved her head downwards until her face was level with his groin. Seth ran his hands down her arched back and slipped his hands beneath her bikini briefs and then he groaned as he felt Amber take him in to her mouth. Her hand moved faster up and down his cock and then he was shuddering and he came and she didn’t stop until she had swallowed every drop of his thick semen.
When she had finally finished she tucked his softening cock back in to his shorts and pulled them back up over his groin. She sat up and wiped at her lips with the back of her hand. He kissed her, holding her face in his hands. He could taste his come on her tongue as he kissed her harder and she began to pant but then she pushed him back. Amber put her bikini top on and jumped to her feet.
She looked down at him as he started to get up and she said, ‘I’ll let you fuck me if you can beat me to the water.’ Amber laughed as she pushed him over so that he went backwards on to the sand and she took off running; she hadn’t gone but half a dozen strides before she could feel Seth behind her and the shoreline was still fifteen feet away when he picked her up from behind and she was kicking her legs and laughing as they hit the low crashing waves. Seth ran on out further in to the sea with Amber laughing and hitting playfully at his hands until they both fell forwards in to the sea’s warm waters.
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