("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2014. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Side of the Road by Ultrasanguine (address defunct) *** A Young Person's Introduction to Watersports. (MF, rom, ws) *** It's now about three years since we first met at Claire's 21st birthday party. It's a cliché, I know, but it seems like such a long time ago. You seemed so shy then - I guess I did too - and so bright. I love you, Little Star. I miss you so much. Ah, I can't wait until your return from Perth. I have a countdown of days on the fridge: 23. I feel like calling, but I know you'd like to get a letter so I'll finish this first. *** Do you remember when we went away for the weekend just after we started going out? I hope you do! I have a photo of us near that lighthouse, holding hands and smiling. You can tell from the smile what we'd been doing that morning! It was such a beautiful Saturday: cool, blue skies, you were driving & we were eating apricots. As we were going through the mountains you said you needed to stop and pulled off into a picnic area. I needed to pee too: the coffee had gone straight through me. An intense green grass shoulder, wire fence, cows in the distance. Nobody's around, no cars are coming. I unzip and pull back my foreskin. I'm still wet and musky from sex in your bedroom before we left that morning: I think we'd just had the blood tests and done The Talk, and so for the first time we'd had sex without a condom. Oh. It was so good to touch you so intimately, to feel every little fold of your cunt embracing me. (I certainly understand the saying that protected sex is like taking a shower in a raincoat.) So I had your delicious juice drying on me, and I guess I was still leaking out of you. My piss splashes the ground around the fencepost. Release, primal pleasure. I hose the ground, a little boy again, saturating the red earth. I see you watching from the driver's seat and smile. It's a little embarrassing, but I suppose you've seen my body before. You unbutton your jeans: soft little brown tummy, white cotton G-string. I want to slide up your T-shirt, see the mismatched bra, tweak your crinkly nipples - what a one-track mind! I can only plead that it was our first holiday together, and you're the sexiest person I know. So, you fold your knickers down, squat and balance - so much easier to be a guy sometimes. A little puddle moistens the dust and runs away. You make eye contact, not bashful at all, just sit there pissing. I'm getting hard. You always make me horny - I can just see wiry blonde pubes and your spankable derriere - but now the tension is heavier and somehow different. It's a natural bodily function I know, but... I don't want to look away. *** In the early afternoon we arrive in Lorne. The beach is beautiful, though in April it's a little too cold to swim. It has been an excellent trip. We went for a walk through the park and picked wildflowers. Lying in the sand dunes watching the sunset gently cuddling each other. Very nice. Pleasure of being outside, cool breeze, loose shorts, risk of discovery. Neither of us mentions the moment by the side of the road, but I think it started something. Back in the guest house you excuse yourself to pee before we go down to dinner and again do it shamelessly with the door open, talking to me all the while about plans for tomorrow. I wondered if you were being suggestive but it would have been the wrong time to ask. I felt turned on by the tinkling sound; by the gentle way you wipe yourself - so much like the way you masturbate; by your simple beauty. You come over and stand with me. Ah, the way your titties look naked: small, but somehow heavy, full of feeling. I feel lucky to be with you - I still do. We're both looking into the mirror and I can see a smile in your eyes. We're very different: you're ten inches shorter, naturally olive and dark blonde; I am pale skinned and hairy. I reckon we look fine in the mirror, though. I think this weekend I started falling in love with you. *** I remember dinner was great, though I completely forgot what we ate. The restaurant was quiet and dark, and we looked out over the sea. We shared a $20 bottle of wine, which was a lot of money when we were both students. Our relationship was in that great stage where we knew we would have sex and it would be great, but it was at the same time still very new and exciting. So, during dinner we were always brushing each other's thighs and such little teases. The waitress was about 16, very cute and completely understood what was happening - though perhaps not what was going to happen later. "How about a shower before bed, honey?" We go into the little 60s guestroom and are at each other like little animals even as the door is closing. We both by nature kiss aggressively & hungrily, tongues probing around each other's teeth. You're standing on tippy-toes and holding the nape of my neck, and I was squeezing your buttocks and shoulders. We strip off, leaving our beach clothes lying on the floor near the bed. I'm rock-hard and bounce jovially as I take your hand and walk into the bathroom. After a fairly cursory scrub of each other's body with sponge and shower gel - foreplay was not our strength at that time - I turn my full attention to your lovely breasts. You are my little pocket Venus: so small, but perfectly shapely. I've never checked the size of your bra, being always more interested in the way its white lace frames your darker skin and in the sweet creamy smell that lingers after you. Suffice to say they're just small enough that you can get by without support, but when you do they jiggle and dance under your clothes in the most delicious motion. You snap me back from this mammary meditation by breaking away to plant your hands on the shower wall and wiggle your bottom at me. Are you ready? I want you in me. I stroke your rounded gold butt. I can see your hairy mound underneath, with shower water streaming down. I know you mean it when you say you're ready, and I slide into you immediately. Your vagina is obscenely slimy and soft compared to the clinical green tiles, and we both get off on the nasty, biological fascination of bodies. We're in a hard mood, too: you push back hard against the wall and I grunt in and stretch you, driving you through three moaning orgasms until I finally spend and hug you tightly from behind, shuddering. The hot water begins to run out, and you turn off the taps and kiss me again on the shoulder. Um, I need to pee again, you begin. Do you want to hop out? That's a funny way to ask that question. What if I said I didn't want to hop out? Well, I think that would be okay. (We're both so serious.) So, you wink at me, spread your legs to the edge of the shower and with two fingers part your lips and begin to pee. I'd never really seen before where it comes out of a girl, but now I see your piss jetting out between your clitoris and vagina. It's a light yellow color and smells as you'd expect - not bad. You hold my penis up and my piss splashes over our chests and into my face. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 79