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SUNBATHING PART 2
Since my encounter with the DPD driver a few days ago, things seem to have gone downhill. The weather has broken – the temperature has dropped by about 10C and there are heavy rain showers. And I haven't seen `my' driver again. I think of him as mine. I don't even know the guy's name but my thoughts keep turning to him and the way he used me.
Since I broke up with John about six months ago, I have been living on my own. To be honest after that relationship turned sour, I quite enjoy the independence. So I'm not looking for another relationship at the moment, but I miss the convenience of sex being available every day. As a result, I have become best friends again with my right hand and for the last couple of nights, my wank fantasy has been Mr DPD.
When John was around, I always used to sleep naked. We both used to like to feel each other's bodies there. Often just as I was drifting off to sleep lying peacefully on my back, he would turn towards me and I would feel his gentle touch as his hand caressed my balls and tweaked my sensitive nipples. I would snuggle up to him, turning my back towards him, giving him full easy access to my body. I would feel his breath on my neck. His tongue would lick my neck and ear. Gently rubbing my chest, pulling and squeezing on my cock and balls, John would bring me to full excitement and then he would lean over to the bedside table and I would hear and feel him lubing his cock.
He was a considerate lover, always entering me slowly. His cock would probe my sphincter, gently gaining access, slightly withdrawing, then moving in a little more until I was impaled in his seven inches. Starting gently so that I could become used to him deep inside me, he would gradually increase his pace until he was pounding away. Our favourite position was with us both lying on our left side. I could lift my leg to give him greater access while he fisted my dick which would quickly become well lubricated with my precum (I produce it by the gallon!). Listening to the subtle changes in John's breathing, I had learned to judge when he was about to cum. He could also gauge how close I was too. Often he would swing onto his back while still buried inside me so that I was lying on my back on top of his chest. The sudden movement normally caused us to climax together, him deep in my arse and me in his slimy fist and all over my chest. After a few minutes to catch our breath, I would disengage from his cock and roll over to face him, trapping his still leaking cock against mine, and rubbing my spunk over our chests. Long, slow intimate kisses would follow, until it was time for a shower to clean ourselves up for sleeping.
Yes, John was a great lover in so many ways. Pity he was such a shit! But that is not relevant to this story. Back to Mr DPD.
With John I used to sleep naked, but now while I am thinking about Mr DPD and how he found me in the back garden I have taken to putting on a pair of speedos (the red ones first) to wear to bed. I really enjoy the feeling of tightness as the lycra pushes my cock and balls up. For the last couple of nights, I have laid there rubbing my shaft through the tight material, enjoying the sensation as my shaft expands against lycra. I want so much for Mr DPD to do this for me.
I peel my foreskin right back and gently massage around the head enjoying the feeling of slowly getting closer to climax. Quickly I see a patch of precum staining the speedos and I rub that with my fingers. I raise my fingers to my mouth and lick them savouring the taste of my own juices. As I get close to cumming, I stop so as not to orgasm too soon. Closing my eyes I start again and pretend that he is playing my cock like a musical instrument, gently, but insistently, fingering along the shaft. Edging myself is something I find hard to do – I really need someone to take control, but that doesn't seem possible at the moment. Eventually I give in to my physical needs and go over the edge, right into my speedos. I love watching the convulsing bulge as my cock pumps my sperm onto my thigh inside the tight garment.
For a couple of nights this was an OK way to get off, but I also thought there was something missing. Piss had been central to my experience with Mr DPD so I needed to get piss into this fantasy I was trying to relive. On my lunch break the following day I went to the local camping supplies shop and bought a basic rubber groundsheet. It wasn't a beautiful thing but would let me piss in the bed without ruining the sheet and mattress. Back at work I spent all afternoon with an erection. The thought of what would happen when I went to bed kept coming into my mind.
Finally I came up with a solution to my frustration and I rummaged in my desk for an old plastic carrier I had left there some months previously. I subtly put it into my pocket and made my way to the toilet. I entered one of the stalls and stripped down to my tighty whiteys. Standing astride the toilet bowl I stroked my cock to an erection and then relaxed so that I could piss my underwear. I worked hard to control the flow so that I could use my hands to rub the piss in my pants without too much dropping onto the floor.
It felt so good as the liquid flowed from my cock. The warmth of my pee spread with the wet patch until the whole of the front of my underwear was wet and semi-transparent. Looking closely I could see my piss exiting the slit, running down my erect shaft and soaking into the already dripping material. I was aware of the time and I knew I would have to clean myself up, so I squatted down over the bowl and let the rest of my pee flow freely. I considered whether to wank off, but decided to let the excitement grow and have a massive orgasm when I got home.
I needed to clean myself up now, but although I had brought the carrier to take out my wet and very smelly underwear, I had not thought through how to ensure that I was clean myself and didn't fill the office with the smell of urine. I can tell you from my own experience that toilet paper is crap for this job. I flushed the toilet and used the fresh water in the bowl and almost a complete roll of paper in an attempt to disguise what I had been up to.
I suspect that I was not overly successful, because when I went to my boss to say that I felt unwell and that I thought I ought to go home, he immediately agreed.
I walked across the car park with the carrier holding my piss soaked underwear stuffed into my pocket and although my erection had subsided while I was talking to my boss, my cock was already starting to grow again. And that wasn't helped by the friction caused by it rubbing against my tight trousers. By the time I reached my car I was displaying a shameful bulge in front. The embarrassment of this situation only served to excite me more.
Yes, I really am an exhibitionist slut. The though of being caught in a sexually compromising position excites me more and more. So it was with a mixture of relief and disappointment that I finally reached the sanctuary of my car.
All through the drive home I struggled with the temptation of opening my fly, taking my cock out and stroking it. I resisted, but as soon as I was in the sanctuary of my home, I stripped all my clothes off. Pausing only to throw everything into the washer, I ran upstairs and pulled on my red speedos from yesterday. They were still stained and slightly damp from last night's cumfest. Damp speedos, the slight smell of urine from my crotch almost made me cum again. Stripping the duvet from my bed, I spread out the rubber sheet over the bed and laid down...the feel of the cold rubber against my skin was amazing. I wriggled into it and the warmth of my body made it feel damp and, I don't know why, very sleazy. I turned over onto my front and again squirmed side to side and up and down into the rubber. As the rubber warmed up with my body heat, it began to give off that amazingly erotic smell.
My erection was so hard now that it was becoming painful. But I decided not to give in straight away. I went downstairs and drank a couple of glasses of water. I intended to give the sheet a really good baptism. While I was waiting for the need to piss to grow impossible to hold, I rubbed my cock through the lycra, repeatedly bring myself to the point of no return and just holding off at the last instant.
I was amazed that I managed self control for the best part of quarter of an hour, but in the end I simply had to piss. I nestled into the rubber. I reached inside my speedos and pulled my foreskin right back and carefully laid my cock across my left hip bone. The extra pressure when I released the lycra made it impossible to hold on to my piss any longer. I spread my legs and watched the precum stains as they were overwhelmed by the piss pouring into the fabric. Very soon the speedos could retain no more liquid and I found myself lying in a pool of piss. I wallowed in it, rubbing my back and thighs in it. I soaked my hands in it and massaged it into my chest. I washed my face and hair in it. The smell of piss filled my nostrils.
The sheer eroticism and sleaziness of the situation made the cum in my balls boil. The cum was rising inexorably up my shaft. I saw the bulge in my speedos grow as I experienced a massive orgasm. Just as the piss had earlier taken over from the precum on the front of my speedos, so now my spunk became visible through the tightly stretched material.
As the orgasm subsided, I could only lie there, covered in piss, with my speedos full of piss and cum. There was a silly smile on my face which must have made me look totally stupid, but I didn't care.
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