Soaking Up the Sun (Lesbian Watersports)

Jillian's got two secrets she wants to share with her friends Kate and Zoe: one, she thinks they're both really hot, and two, she thinks public wetting is pretty hot too. A day at the beach turns out to be wet in more ways than one! This 4300 word erotic story contains desperation, swimsuit wetting, exhibitionism, and a shower menage to wash it all down; adults only!
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Excerpt:
Kate squeezed herself between her legs. “Wouldn’t it be nice,” she went on coyly, “to just...let go right here? Right into the sand, where it’d get absorbed. And my bathing suit would dry.”

“Everyone would know,” I added. I was thrilled with this idea and had pressed a hand against myself without knowing it. My belly throbbed with arousal.

“Everyone would see,” Kate agreed. “The wet sand, my wet suit. And I don’t care, let them look.”

“Kate.” Zoe was biting her lip. “You’re really going to just…go?”

“Mmhm, and then we’ll see if you’re in the mood for it.”

Kate began by sitting up and scooting her ass down her towel, so she was on sand. She spread her knees and my heart pounded. I didn’t even look around, didn’t dare to look away.

Kate really was shameless; her piss soaked through with a strong hiss and flooded out of her bikini bottom. The material was a light purple floral print, and it grew dark and clingy, outlining her sex and showing off exactly where her pee stream was coming from. I couldn’t look away.

“God, yes,” Kate groaned. I think she wanted to touch herself, her knees shook, but for us she kept herself spread and visible. “Is anyone else looking?”

Zoe glanced around. “Yes,” she hissed. “People are staring at you from the shore.”

Kate shrugged, undeterred. “Too bad I couldn’t get up before having an accident then.”

This was no accident. The wetness in the sand spread under all of her ass, and she wiggled in the wetness. “Man, I had to go so bad, this feels so good.” Her pee was still audible, hissing against her soaked bathing suit and dripping on the sand. We were captivated, and if Zoe was right, so were Kate’s onlookers.

I moved in close to her first. “May I?” I reached out to her soaking swimsuit and soft stream of pee. My friend, my best friend, being this shameless this close to me.