[m/f] [wetting] Poolside Temptations

I had had enough of the sun. It was fun laying out by the pool, getting some color and teasing the boys. Putting on more lotion, rolling over, adjusting my white and yellow daisy bikini.. it’s all innocent, right? Even if my straps are pulled down so my shoulders can get some sun, or my swimsuit rides up into all my little crevasses. Putting on sunglasses so I can pretend to doze as boys of all ages eye fuck me, or pretend to check my phone, just to look up at them in the eyes just before they look away embarrassed.

But after a while it gets old. I can only take getting so worked up before needing a release. It’s fun getting wet without taking a swim, but now I craved more. I scoped out the crowd one last time, and a teenage boy – Jules – caught my eye. He was waiting by the men’s room, and in the meantime scoping out the sights. In particular, me.

I pretended not to notice as I stretched, leaning forward to give him a straight on view of my cleavage. Then I straddled my beach chair as if to stand up, but instead leaned over to fiddle with something in my purse. I could feel my bikini bottom stretch, the right side being pulled over and showing skin well inside of my tan lines.

That should warm him up a bit. I wrapped my towel around myself, tossed my phone in my purse and walked over.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked as I walked up, leaning casually against the side of the pool house. The concrete siding was rough against my shoulder, but the casual superiority it portrayed was worth it. Besides, the dark grey made my yellow bikini top really pop. It took him a second to figure out what I meant. That’s a good sign.

“The boy’s room is locked,” said Jules. He looked over at me anxiously, my three inches on him accenting the age difference between senior year and eighth grade. “They’re looking for the key.”

“What, you’re just waiting to pee?” I mocked, and he sheepishly nodded. “Why not just..go? You’re wearing a swimsuit.”

“What? No! That’s.. that’s weird.” He turned his head sideways and gave me a weird look. I felt a little rush on the inside as my mischievous side took over.

“Sure, why not? You’re already wet.” I glanced around, everyone seemed pretty preoccupied. “I will if you will.”

With that his eyes locked to mine. “Want to?” He paused and looked at the door, then back at me. “What, you want me to go first?” He slowly nodded, I could see his cheeks starting to flush. Cute.

“Well watch the important parts.” I winked at him, as his gaze lowered to where my towel hit my knees. I let the front of the towel hang loose, letting him see but still blocking the view from the others at the pool. “No, here,” I placed my right hand on my hip and let one finger discretely point directly at a little yellow daisy that bloomed right between my legs.

I moved my thighs apart a few inches to give him a good view. His eyes went wide. I relaxed. That daisy went from bright yellow to dark. I grinned as my pee trickled down the inside of my thigh. His mouth opened as I pushed the flow harder, the stream growing and quietly puddling at my feet.

More fun than the rush of wetting in public for an audience was the effect on his trunks. They started getting tighter, I could see him swelling against his swim wear.

But just as soon as I started, I stopped. The urge to keep going was strong, but I had made my point. I adjusted my bikini bottom, making a point to trace my slit with my finger, bottom to the pearl. By the time his eyes finally lifted a little dark spot had appeared right at tip of his tent. I winked at him.

“Your turn.” I paused as he started to panic and glance around. He took his phone out of his pocket, to protect it I guess? His face bunched up, stress and pressure building but no sign of relief.

“Just..can’t..” He almost looked in pain, and I saw my chance.

“Look, I did my part, you’re not getting off the hook. Just pee shy?” He didn’t nod and I knew it wasn’t the problem, but I played dumb. “Follow me,” I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the girl’s bathroom. I placed my finger on his lips to make sure he didn’t protest. A quick glance underneath showed no feet, so I pulled him into the corner shower stall and hung up my purse. Once the door was closed I spoke in a hushed voice into his ear.

“There, privacy. But stay quiet,” I whispered. “No telling when we might get a visitor. “Now, lean back, relax and let go.” I pushed him gently against the wall, then stepped back to block the stall door.

Maybe it was being in the women’s restroom, or maybe it was that the finger that had graced my mound had just touched his lips, but he was anything but relaxed and his bathing suit was barely containing his erection.

“It.. hurts..” he said, eyes wide at me. His excitement and fear was making the front of his swimsuit twitch. “..I’m too hard.”

I made a point of looking at his boner. “I see. Well, I suppose that’s partly my fault. I tell you what. You use one hand to.. Take care of that situation. Since I’m feeling guilty, I’ll let a finger on your other hand touch me.”

He paused, considering the offer. “Any one place you want,” I added, shaping his left hand into a finger gun pointed at me, taking his phone in the process and setting it on the ground. I then took his right hand and placed it directly on his pole. I squeezed his hand, which in turn squeezed his member, and his contemplation suddenly stopped. I guided his hand up, then pulled back the elastic as it went inside his trunks. I untied his suit, then lowered my hand down the front of his suit and gently massaged his balls.

He closed his eyes and started working his hand up and down his pole. I untied his suit and said “Wait, look.” I performed a slow turn better suited for a trashy stage, making sure to sick out my backside. “So where’s it going to be?”

He pretended to deliberate before moving it toward the dark yellow daisy on my crotch. I steadied his wrist and stepped closer, letting it graze the fabric. Just before he touched I spread my thighs, letting my lips naturally open a touch. I was so warm there, and for multiple reasons. His strokes stopped briefly, then he started going to town on himself. His efforts were constrained by the suit, though. It was adorable.

I thought he’d cream his trunks immediately, but being overexcited was getting in the way. All the more for me to have fun with. With my hand still on his wrist I guided his finger a little lower, then rocked my hips into it. He inhaled sharply. My bikini bottom was now pressed well into my pussy, his finger along with it. I hardened my grip, then relaxed my lower muscles.

The warmth spread over my nether regions, wetting his finger and flooding my bikini bottom. With his finger interrupting the smooth path down my legs it splattered on the ground. I let him stare numbly at my crotch as I kept peeing. I let go of his wrist and balls, moving my hands slyly down my sides and pulled down my swimsuit a hand length, pulling it tight by spreading my thighs and giving him a perfect show. My nectar sprayed out from between my pink lips and splashed all over my bikini bottom and then the ground.

The flow slowed to a trickle as he moved his finger back to my wet lips now uninhibited. As he touched my bare skin I moved a step closer, pulling his swim trunks down and letting them fall to the ground. He stopped jacking it as I moved his hand to my tits, his other hand carelessly groped every inch of my pussy. I took a good look at his cute little erect penis, before grabbing it and continuing where he left off.

Damn did I want to get laid right then, but that thought was too little too late as I felt him tense up. I angled his penis down and gave my best pornstar moan in his ear. He yelped! At the same moment he started spraying thick cum in my bikini. The stream stopped after a few pulses, but the twitching didn’t.

His hands went slack, which was a disappointment. Despite their inexperience I still craved their touch. I stepped back, and his numb gaze followed my bikini as I pulled it up. The cum seeped into both of my cracks as I pulled it up, way tighter than it needed to be. I started rubbing myself outside of my suit, leaning back against the stall door. I pressed my bikini hard between my lips. Camel toes had nothing on what Jules was seeing. God do I love the feeling of cum inside me.

“Well, there’s one way to wet a swimsuit,” I teased. “So how about another?”

Jules pulled up his suit despite not being quite back on Earth yet. Finally relaxed after his orgasm, a huge dark patch appeared immediately on the front of his swimsuit. I moved my hand inside my bikini and started playing with myself. The wet mess that was my pussy was all sorts of slick and sticky, and it felt glorious.

He was really peeing now, and I slid my fingers deep inside myself. I slunk down to the floor against the door, my butt splashing in the puddle I made. Splayed out, I pulled my bikini aside and finger fucked myself. Motioning Jules to come closer he obliged, his pee trickled down his legs and onto mine.

Without warning he pulled down his suit. My, he was getting adventurous. With his penis back out the stream went straight on my breasts. Now all of my daisies were dark. He started aiming, releaving himself straight on my pussy, then all the way up to my face! In my lustful finger fucking I was in no mind to care. I opened my mouth, the salty liquor cascading down my chest and pooling between my legs.

As his stream petered out I leaned in and wrapped my lips around the tip, making sure the last of it didn’t go to waste. I came then. The contractions were so intense they hurt my hand, which had somehow found its whole way inside. I’d like to say I was quiet, but the muffled Oh God that escaped my lips echoed more than intended.

It was a blessing his penis was in my mouth, because just then I heard a female ask, “Everything okay in there?” We both froze, and I stopped sucking to mumble out “Yeah, just dropped something..”

When she left I collapsed on the floor, a hot mess. A bikini bottom that was covering anything but the important bits, a top that was soaked, a blank expression of sinful content on my face, and a beat red pussy that had just been fucked senseless by a hand covered in, well, everything.

I looked up at Jules, who leaned back into me, guiding his cock back into my mouth. “Wai -” I was too late reacting. Oh well. I swirled my tongue over the top, then took has much of him in as I could. As it turned out that was all of him, Jules apparently wasn’t very big. I bobbed my head. His knees were shaking and her had to brace himself with his arms against both stall walls This was a lot for him to handle standing, but I didn’t care. You get what you ask for.

I moved back to just the tip, reaching up to take his hand in mine. I moved it to his penis, guiding it up and down the shaft. He got the idea and started jacking into my mouth. I started humming, the buzz caused him to nearly collapse.

I reached over and picked up his phone. I started taking a video, first of my creamy mess downstairs and then panning to him beating it. “Something to remember me by,” I said with my mouth full. He kept jacking, and I applied a little suction.

I stopped for a moment and stood up, my bikini bottom falling to my ankles. I sent myself a text with his phone to get his number, then opened up the stall door to drop his phone in my purse. Closing it, I reached over and turned on the water. He jumped at the cold, but it steamed up quickly.

Jules looked unsure of himself, so I kissed him. He tasted the salt still on my lips, and my tongue explored his mouth. I slid two fingers in my pussy, then moved them back up inside his mouth, interrupting our kiss. I then turned around. My ass ground against his cock, and he grabbed my tits,. pulling my top aside in an awkward way. His fingers squeezed my nipples hard. Pain and aimless groping, but damn it felt good.

I then leaned over, putting my elbows on the ground. My pussy was right there and he went for it. He missed at first, but figured it out and started hammering me. It was fast and hard and sloppy and uneducated and just what I was in the mood for: presenting myself like a slut, getting fucked like a slut, and more importantly not having to do any of the work.

I guess i shouldn’t have been suprised, but his finger started playing with my asshole. He pushed it inside, and I rewarded him by squeezing my lips hard around his cock. I could feel him start to pulse inside me. He grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me against him as hard as he could, locking us tight together. The warm jet of cum tickled the depths of my insides.

I rolled over, letting the scalding water wash my chest. Jules was breathing hard, his member was beat red. He turned off the water. I used my bikini bottom to wipe my pussy clean, then handed it to him. “Here, have a souvenir,” and I creaked open the door and grabbed my towel out of my purse and tied it around my waist. The fresh air down there would feel marvelous, I couldn’t wait.

I left Jules collapsed against the back wall, his dick limp and satisfied, his eyes glazed over. I didn’t bother to close the door.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/baehgj/mf_wetting_poolside_temptations