Date: Mon, 30 Jul 2018 19:47:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: Simon Wright <simonalone48@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: SUNBATHING - PART 2

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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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