Watersports and a Raincoat

Hello, my friends,

Hope you’re enjoying eating and drinking in the great outdoors (a bit too chilly for me yet).

I get asked now and again about watersports … I used to enjoy them in my ‘Charlotte Spencer days’. I’ll do some reminiscing for you …

So, I was settling down in bed late one afternoon with a guy I hadn't seen in a year or two. I don't know for certain exactly how long it had been, I'll have to get back to you on that. We had spent more time chatting and catching up than you might think, given that we used to meet quite regularly pre-pandemic, and especially given as he said he hadn't had sex with anyone since the last time with me, but he usually prefers what you might call a laid-back approach to love-making, which right then suited me perfectly. So there was a lot of subtly intimate contact, a fair bit of flirting until in the end, it was just natural to undress and get into bed.

He was warm under that duvet, and I could feel the heat of his body as I laid across him, my arm across his torso and my boobs molding against his chest. His head was at just the right distance and angle to indulge some lovely deep kissing. It was almost like playing peek-a-boo with a baby. I would start with my head just a few inches above his, both of us smiling in anticipation. Then I would put my lips to his, in as much of a lovely round "O" shape as I could manage, and wait for his tongue in my mouth. Sometimes it was gentle, sometimes almost rough. Then I'd lift my head away, as if hiding, then we would smile, and repeat the performance. (It really is a lovely way to get ready to fuck. I must show it to you sometime!)

Then it occurred to me I was closing my eyes as we kissed, so at one stage I opened them. He had his eyes closed too, and I suddenly wondered why people do that so often. I wasn't in any particular hurry to be with another man just then, and I was sure he was more than happy to be with me in those final few moments before we made love. His lovely cock was certainly pleased to be in bed with me! I giggled a little at the idea we might be fantasising about other people, and the next time we pulled apart we looked at each other a little while. I was a tiny bit concerned in case he thought I was laughing at him, but then I saw him grin and knew it wouldn't be a problem. But I think perhaps it emboldened him a bit for what happened next. I saw a slightly quizzical expression cross his face, and without thinking asked,

'Penny for your thoughts?'

He hesitated a second, then decided to go for it.

'What are your thoughts on watersports, Lorna?'

That wasn't really something I was expecting, so I kissed him tenderly to give myself a bit of thinking time.

'There are some things that people do, that I don't mind them doing, but I think just aren't for me. I know some women like gang bangs, for instance. That's something I'm not so keen on. I'd rather just stick to having more of just the one man.'

I gave him another kiss, then whispered

'Or two men. Two men at most, I think.'

I kissed him again. His kiss was slightly more eager, and I knew without being told that he was thinking about how he'd feel about sharing me with another man in a threesome. I had to make sure I didn't get distracted!

'A while back, a friend of mine - a girlfriend of mine, before you ask! - told me about the time she experimented with that for the first time. She used to enjoy doing it on her boyfriend, she said, then one day when they were playing around with a see-through plastic raincoat, he asked if he could do it on her for a change. He said the raincoat would mean she didn't need to get soaked in it, and that seemed to make sense to her. So she told him she would.'

I gave him another french kiss, and as I did so I slipped my hand down his body and curled my fingers round his cock. It's quite fascinating, feeling a man's tongue buzzing slightly in your mouth when he moans. I knew he was loving this turn of events.

'Anyway,' she said, 'she told me how she got up, still wearing the plastic mac, put her hand out to him, and led him from the bedroom into the shower. Apparently, she was in a really dreamy state when she did this, as if she couldn't believe she was going to let this happen to her. She said the thing that she noticed, and she knew for a fact that her boyfriend noticed, was that her nipples were really erect. She said you could see them pushing up against the plastic, and the circles of her areolae were dark and puffy, as if she had just been suckling her boyfriend. She said that she was quite conscious of it, and he - well, he just couldn't take his eyes off her tits. When they got there, she knelt down, then put her hands on the floor, next to her feet, then lifted herself up, kind of offering her body up to him. He stood facing her, a couple of feet away, trying not to get too hard, because he said he wouldn't be able to pee if his erection was too firm.'

By now there was no danger of my lover being able to pee for that very reason! I started to stroke his cock, and gave him another tongue kiss.

'I know what she meant there,' I said, 'Because when I've got a guy to the point of no return, I take a deep breath and stick my boobs out, so he's got a lovely, juicy target to aim at. You know what I mean because I've done for you, haven't I?'

He grunted. I speeded up my hand movements.

'So there they were, facing each other. She took a deep breath, shoved her chest out, and told him "Go on, then."'

He was breathing heavily now.

'I don't know how long he had been keeping it in,' I said, 'but she reckoned he started with a pale, straw-coloured liquid that hit the floor of the shower cubicle just short of where she was kneeling, almost between her knees. It was a bit of a strain, holding herself up like that, but she knew this wouldn't last that long. The stream of liquid from his cock got larger, and he reached the bottom of her coat. There was a sound a bit like tearing cloth, she said, and they both realised he was urinating onto her. She told me it wasn't too unpleasant, though she hadn't been expecting quite as much spray from the splashes where the jet was hitting her. She watched him work his way up her body, making a bit of a puddle in her lap, then he was onto her belly. She watched the stream work up her body, then smiled at his predictability when - as she guessed he would! - he turned his body, ever so slightly, left and right, to give each of her tits its own little shower of piss.'

By now my own lover was really very close to climax. I started rubbing him faster, then picked up my story again.

'My friend said she had kind of thought that that would be enough for him, but then she realised he was still in full flow. He steered the jet a little higher, at which point she realised that her raincoat would only go so far. Again she said she felt that dreamlike feeling, and put her head back a little. The noise of tearing cloth stopped, and she felt a warmth on her chest as his piss hit the bare skin of her throat, and ran down between her breasts. She said it was so much like taking a normal shower that she was surprised how natural it seemed. Dreamily she let it happen, and dreamily she felt him working his way up her neck.'

'Go on.'

I could tell he was seconds away from coming.

'She always told me that the main thing with guys and oral sex is to try and keep them from messing up your hair.'

I knew if I moved my fingers now he would come. I also knew he would come harder if I waited a few seconds. I uncurled my fingers and used the tips to stroke his shaft, keeping my fingers well away from the head. He gave another moan. I moved my head round to look down his body, almost as if I was inspecting his penis before I decided what to do next. I could hear him almost not daring to breathe. I glanced back to him, smiled, then turned my head back, gazing down the barrel of his erection, before taking the final step of completing the story.

'So what else could she do? She smiled at him, gave him the faintest of nods, then lowered her head and opened her mouth.'

'She told me the taste wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be. Knowing what to do with it was the main thing! She let some burble out of her mouth, then tried swallowing some. In the end she just put her mouth over his cock, as if she was giving him oral, and let him shoot what was left of his piss down her throat.'

There have been a few times when I have made a man come without touching him. This was one of them. Once I felt the movements in his legs I knew I had given him an orgasm. The fact that I put my mouth over the head of his erection, to catch every single drop of the warm sweet spunk he gave me was neither here nor there. It took three swallows to take care of it all, and I could take my mouth away and kiss him. I smiled.

'How long has it been?' I asked.

'Just over two years.'

'I thought that might be the case! I hope you kept some for later...'

I moved up his body, and snuggled next to him. We kissed again, then he said, wearing the biggest innocent expression he could muster,

'Two questions for you. Was your friend called Charlotte, by any chance?'

I stopped still for a moment as if thinking, then put my head to one side and smiled at him, blatantly ignoring his question. Like I say, we went back some way.

'And what was your second question?'

'Ah, I was going to ask what "the faintest of nods" actually looked like. But it doesn't matter.'

He settled down, put his arm around my shoulder, and pulled me close for a gentle kiss.

'I think I know now.'

Look out for my watersports video appearing soon ;-)


Love and Kisses,


Lorna Blu xxxx