A Day with Clare

Clare was never shy when it came to what she wanted in the way of sex.
She enjoyed that first threesome with Paul and I, at times demanding what she wanted to see and do.
She loved the fetish side, my love of panties, the pee play.
It genuinely got her off watching Paul and I get it on with each other.
So having a day all to myself with her was exciting, filled with risk and potential embarrassment.
Paul had left about an hour before and we were just sitting around when Clare decided we were going out.
Her house was quite rural, so close to countryside but was surrounded by other houses, a large village I suppose.
She grabbed me by the hand and led me upstairs, yes we were going out but first we had to dress up. She trawled through the panties I had brought and settled on a white body stocking with suspenders and matching stockings. I now had to choose for her, this took some time. I settled on a one piece in powder blue which showed off her nipples and crop of pubes quite nicely.
We dressed, put our clothes over the top and headed out.
We passed via the local shop buying some drinks and then on into the countryside.
Although feeling quite horny knowing what I was wearing and obviously looking mersin escort semi hard all the time my outfit wasn't exactly comfortable.
We walked and chatted with Clare constantly looking around. Eventually we stopped, Clare leant against a fence still looking around but as she did I could see a large wet patch forming in her jeans. She stood fixed to the spot, the wetness spreading across her crotch and spreading down her legs, she seemed to last an age. Finally she stopped. I pressed myself against her, my hand reached down into her jeans feeling the wetness around her pussy and the wet satin covering it. We kissed as I touched her.
Clare grinned and said lets carry on.
We walked for a bit more and spotted a couple walking towards us walking a dog. Clare just confidently walked on knowing full well that she looked like she'd pissed herself. We passed the couple, smiled and carried on, there was no way they hadn't spotted her sodden jeans.
We walked some more before stopping again, Clare again looking around. She pulled me towards her, her hand running down the front of my jeans. As she did so I gave a little push and my pee started to flow. She held her hand over my cock as the damp patch formed, spreading mersin escort bayan out over my crotch and like her running down my legs. I could feel Clare tense a little and looked down to see she too was peeing some more, her already damp patch getting wetter.
I peed for an age, my jeans now absolutely soaked.
We both stood there for a bit, touching, kissing, running our hands over each others wetness. We were both now so horny. We left the pathway and headed into some fields finally finding a spot far enough obscured from gaze. We clawed at each other frantically pulling each others clothes off till we both lay there in our soggy lingerie. I slid Clare's one piece to the side teasing her clit with my fingers, she was so wet and I was so hard. She climbed on top of me grinding her pussy against my hard on, I needed to be inside her.
I eased her to one side and slid my cock from my outfit, she repositioned herself and gently lowered herself onto me. Clare was so wet I slid my entire length into her, she winced slightly as she took all of me.
As soon as I was inside she started to grind, almost without a care she pounded herself up and down on me groaning and moaning with every thrust. I reached escort mersin out and held on her waist, with every thrust pulling her down onto me.
It could have only been a couple of minutes when Clare threw her head back, slumped forward, burying her head in my shoulder and crying out. She shuddered violently against my cock, the wetness from her running between us. It felt almost inconsequential that as this was happening I was filling her with my cum.
Clare rolled off me still shuddering slightly, panting as she lay there.
I rolled over and kissed her, starting to work my way down her body. I desperately needed to taste her. I reached the top of her thatch, it was wet, her lips still spread, cum and her juices covering them. I lowered my face, running my tongue across her, tasting my own cum, pee and her orgasm.
As I lapped away at her I felt her body shift, she arched her back and started to pee. Her stream covering my face, filling my mouth as I frantically slurped at her clit. She kept peeing for what seemed an age, I was covered, my hair face, the top of my bodysuit. It felt amazing as she finally stopped.
I lifted my face to look at her, she let out a little laugh as she looked.
I pulled myself up, straddling her body, it was my turn as I leant forward, my cock pressed between us as I started to pee.
I writhed against her, my pee soaking our lingerie, covering us in another layer of wetness.
We lay there for a bit before we now realised we had to get back to Clare's house.