A Wet Sunday

It had been a weird weekend. I seem to have spent most of it setting up alternative accounts in case Twitter implodes. I hope it doesn’t, although seeing Elon Musk lose $44,000,000,000 would be interesting.

Anyway, I was quite looking forward to my ride and a hopeful catch-up with Mary and Katie. I’d had a couple of texts from Mary and knew she was okay but I wasn’t quite clear on what state her relationship was in.

The weather was wet again but I felt a bit (slight understatement as you will see!) devilish so as usual rode my wet horse bareback back to his field. I did it slowly. I wanted to make sure my jodhpurs were well wet. The thought of what I had in mind was wetting them from the inside too as I did my usual ‘hip exercises’ when I arrived at the gate to his field. I needed to make the most of it as from next week all horses will be stabled to save the ground. And I did make the most of it. Given the weather, no one was around so I had time to produce a satisfying orgasm. And oh boy. So satisfying.

I dismounted unbridled him and presented him with his treat, a banana.

On my walk back to the stables I decided where I’d have my planned bit of fun. I needed people so I’d wait until I was back in one of the barns and decide who my audience would be.

There are three barns in all and like any collection of humans each became a little community and the others are regarded as ‘them’ rather than ‘us’. Totally stupid but totally normal. I didn’t have a preference for any barn other than as I’ve said I was keen to have an audience.

As I approached the yard I noticed Mary inside her barn chatting with three other women. Perfect. My heart rate increased somewhat as I’d never done anything quite so daring (obscene?) before. The anticipation induced a tremble. If anyone noticed I hoped they’d assume it was due to my soaking from the rain.

I joined Mary, said hello to them all, and joined in the conversation. The other three women I didn’t know well. Other than saying hello a few times I’d not spoken to them.

I waited a few minutes. I wasn’t hearing the words. The prospect of what I planned was too all consuming.

Time!

I let my bladder go. The feeling! Straight into my jods. The warmth and wetness! Mind-blowing! Orgasm producing-almost. The sensation of pee running down my legs. Into my riding boots. Disgusting yet sublime at the same time. I’d thought the thick material (I’d put on winter weight rather than thin summer jods) would soak up the piss but I was wrong. My initial blast had pushed through the material. The sound of the tap tap of the drips on the cobbled floor sounded like a steam hammer in my head but no one else seemed to notice. Perhaps my imagination was amplifying it.

My coat covered halfway down my thighs so the greatest area of dampness was hidden. Coward that I am I left it that way. Perhaps another time with people I didn’t know. I was certain there would be another time. The sensation was too enormous not to enjoy again.

If I hadn’t had the orgasm in the paddock I think I would have come in front of these women. What a turn-on that would have been! It didn’t happen though. What did happen was that Mary, who was standing facing me, noticed. I saw the shock on her face. Then her eyes came up to mine. A hint of a smile crossed her face and she theatrically licked her lips! Oh god, how I needed to finger myself. I let out a soft whimper. I was a wreck. Standing. Holding myself together whilst inside every nerve was screaming at me to do something. It needed all my self control not to finger myself there in front of them all. Initially, when I thought of doing this I had been unsure whether I wanted the women to spot my leakage or not. The sheer disgrace, the demeaning looks would be such a turn on but they did know me and I wondered what the ramifications might be. In the end, only Mary noticed.

The conversation ended soon after my stream had finished and the other women left. Mary didn’t say anything. She simply took my hand, pulled me into an empty stall, and kissed me. Violently. Her lips ground into mine. Her hand went between my legs. “God, you’re obscene,” she whispered as her hand rubbed over my sodden jods. Her wet fingers touched my lips for me to suck. I obliged. “You are sick. Degenerate. But you turn me on so much with the things you do.” Her voice was husky. She appeared as hot as me. She withdrew her fingers and replaced them with her lips. The fingers returned to my jodhpurs, undid them, and went in. My pussy was awash. With pee. With juice. I could barely feel her fingers I was so lubricated. But I didn’t need to. I came immediately. Another instant cum. You’d probably call it premature ejaculation in a man!

I was about to return the favour when we heard voices coming in to the barn. Shit. Mary pulled her hand away. I did up my jods and we tried to not look too guilty as we came out of the stall and walked past two teenage girls.

As we walked out Mary casually said, “After this week and that performance I think I might try to outdo you.”

I looked at her, “What do you mean?”

“I mean I’ve had enough. I’ve had several — let’s call them discussions — this week with Simon and the outcome is that he doesn’t see he’s done anything drastically wrong, but will ‘temper his control instincts’ if it will make me happy. Ha! So he’ll carry on as before just not be so in my face with wanting me to account for every second of my day. So I’ve decided. I’m going all out Mae West. Anyone. Anything. Any time.”

Oh wow. Watch this space!