clitoris and taking a break in an
even rhythm to slide up and down between her cunt-lips. Shirley almost wet
herself with happiness and had to tighten herself to stop the pee from
escaping.
To take her mind off her bladder, Shirley
thought about what she wanted to do. She wanted to make Anne come like she’d
never come before. Make her burst like an over-inflated balloon. The best way
she could think of was to twist her wrist and get her thumb into action – it
always worked for her – sliding it into the groove and reaching deep while the
web of her hand rubbed at Shirley’s clit.
The two women’s arms moved like
jackhammers, and the sweat on their faces beaded like jewels.
As if it were destined to be, the two came
at the same moment, their bodies jumping and bumping and their shrieks hot and
rude.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Anne cried out.
“I bloody love you, Anne Summer,” Shirley
ejaculated and, as if shocked by what she’d said, her bladder opened and
covered her partner in piss.
Instead of jumping out of the way, Anne
just shouted louder and tried to collect the liquid in her hand. She’d never
had a golden shower, but now she decided that Shirley could piss over her any
time she wanted. Might be better if they were in the bath, though.
Both the women burst into laughter, their
happiness bigger than their chests.
It might have been that they’d been a
little too noisy because they heard the door to the desk rattle and open.
Quick as they could, they fell apart,
grabbed their clothes and dived into the corner under the cover of a couple of
fake fur coats.
They stifled giggles as one of the
attendants flicked through the wracks in front of them until they found a
leather jacket and a pink bolero.
As soon as the attendant left with his
garments, the girls burst into laughter once again. They fell into each other
arms and then looked at each other tenderly. They stroked each other’s faces
and leant in to kiss more gently than the coming together of a pair of
butterfly’s wings. Both of them knew there was no turning back.
So what if they were disowned for loving
each other, Shirley thought. There was always Hebden Bridge.
To make sure they weren’t discovered, they
dressed as quickly as they could and crept out into the booming noise of the
disco.
When they got back to the other action,
they couldn’t believe what was happening.
In the middle of the circle, Penny Boyle
was spinning her bra around her head as if she were conducting her troops. The
world might as well have turned upside down.
Penny could feel the waves of pleasure as
she twirled. The smiling faces of all her friends made her so very happy. Even
Uma, with her back-end-of-a-bus looks and her 40 a day habit, looked strangely
beautiful in the flashing lights.
Everyone in the place looked gorgeous,
without exception. Except maybe the tall guy with the black fringe that fell
mysteriously over his ice-blue eyes – he looked super-gorgeous. Hotter than a
Greek solar panel. Every time the guy looked at her, she felt a love for him, a
love she wanted so to share.
She span her bra faster and faster and then
released it with a skill and timing that suggested she might have been
practising in her bedroom for years.
The bra flew through the air and landed in
the fit man’s face.
Now she had an excuse to go and talk to
him. Could finally tell him exactly how she felt, as if they’d been connected
for their whole lives. Hell, she felt connected to the universe. At last, she
had found herself, her true depths coming to the surface like magma pouring
from a volcano.
As she walked over to the man to retrieve
her underwear, she felt the undulations of the waves of happiness, flushed as
she was with her new-found Nirvana.
The handsome man had pulled her pink bra
from around his neck and held it out to her. His blush pretty much matched the
colour of the bra. “Sweet,” she said. “You’re so sweet.” She reached out and
touched
even rhythm to slide up and down between her cunt-lips. Shirley almost wet
herself with happiness and had to tighten herself to stop the pee from
escaping.
To take her mind off her bladder, Shirley
thought about what she wanted to do. She wanted to make Anne come like she’d
never come before. Make her burst like an over-inflated balloon. The best way
she could think of was to twist her wrist and get her thumb into action – it
always worked for her – sliding it into the groove and reaching deep while the
web of her hand rubbed at Shirley’s clit.
The two women’s arms moved like
jackhammers, and the sweat on their faces beaded like jewels.
As if it were destined to be, the two came
at the same moment, their bodies jumping and bumping and their shrieks hot and
rude.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Anne cried out.
“I bloody love you, Anne Summer,” Shirley
ejaculated and, as if shocked by what she’d said, her bladder opened and
covered her partner in piss.
Instead of jumping out of the way, Anne
just shouted louder and tried to collect the liquid in her hand. She’d never
had a golden shower, but now she decided that Shirley could piss over her any
time she wanted. Might be better if they were in the bath, though.
Both the women burst into laughter, their
happiness bigger than their chests.
It might have been that they’d been a
little too noisy because they heard the door to the desk rattle and open.
Quick as they could, they fell apart,
grabbed their clothes and dived into the corner under the cover of a couple of
fake fur coats.
They stifled giggles as one of the
attendants flicked through the wracks in front of them until they found a
leather jacket and a pink bolero.
As soon as the attendant left with his
garments, the girls burst into laughter once again. They fell into each other
arms and then looked at each other tenderly. They stroked each other’s faces
and leant in to kiss more gently than the coming together of a pair of
butterfly’s wings. Both of them knew there was no turning back.
So what if they were disowned for loving
each other, Shirley thought. There was always Hebden Bridge.
To make sure they weren’t discovered, they
dressed as quickly as they could and crept out into the booming noise of the
disco.
When they got back to the other action,
they couldn’t believe what was happening.
In the middle of the circle, Penny Boyle
was spinning her bra around her head as if she were conducting her troops. The
world might as well have turned upside down.
Penny could feel the waves of pleasure as
she twirled. The smiling faces of all her friends made her so very happy. Even
Uma, with her back-end-of-a-bus looks and her 40 a day habit, looked strangely
beautiful in the flashing lights.
Everyone in the place looked gorgeous,
without exception. Except maybe the tall guy with the black fringe that fell
mysteriously over his ice-blue eyes – he looked super-gorgeous. Hotter than a
Greek solar panel. Every time the guy looked at her, she felt a love for him, a
love she wanted so to share.
She span her bra faster and faster and then
released it with a skill and timing that suggested she might have been
practising in her bedroom for years.
The bra flew through the air and landed in
the fit man’s face.
Now she had an excuse to go and talk to
him. Could finally tell him exactly how she felt, as if they’d been connected
for their whole lives. Hell, she felt connected to the universe. At last, she
had found herself, her true depths coming to the surface like magma pouring
from a volcano.
As she walked over to the man to retrieve
her underwear, she felt the undulations of the waves of happiness, flushed as
she was with her new-found Nirvana.
The handsome man had pulled her pink bra
from around his neck and held it out to her. His blush pretty much matched the
colour of the bra. “Sweet,” she said. “You’re so sweet.” She reached out and
touched
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