Waterlines 7

"Well written - if this is your kind of adult reading then this series of books is probably the best." - a recent Amazon review of the Waterlines series.

Warning: these two stories are for over-18s only and contain elements which some people may find offensive. If you aren't interested in watersports,golden showers, or anal sex - or aren't remotely curious - then please don't buy or read this book.

A Safe Place for the Night (5660 words)
Dining alone late in a restaurant, Tim witnesses an attempted armed robbery; he rescues Judy, sitting scared at the next table, and takes her home after the robbers give chase. As they pass the balmy night together on his bed, one thing leads to another and, although these total strangers may never bond, they connect for a brief few hours that Tim will remember forever.

Carol's List (4630 words)
Carol and Jerry were lovers as students; five years later, they meet at a dinner party. When the party ends, They feel an urge to pick up the strands of their relationship from where they left off and Carol drives them to her home. On the way, they have a traffic accident and are forced to continue on foot in the dark. Carol has her own agenda; she has a list of things she wants to do, and now seems a good time to get started...

EXTRACT:

“Let’s go into the shower and have some fun. The others will be fast asleep. I’ll take a couple of towels so we can wash down afterwards.”
I grabbed towels and soap, and we crept to the shower room, located at the end of the corridor next to the toilet. I switched on the light to reveal a plain room containing a sea of white: the ceiling, the tiles on the walls and the floor, and the shower porcelain itself. Everything dazzled our eyes after we’d spent so long in my dark room. I locked the door and tested it to ensure we wouldn’t be disturbed.
We stepped into the shower together, and clasped each other’s bodies. “Let’s pee against each other,” I suggested. “I just want to feel you emptying your bladder on my leg.” I pushed my thigh against her open crotch; in this position my balls were rubbing her thigh and my dick rested against her.
“I’m ready,” she whispered. “Shall we start?”
I smiled and nodded. She blinked, and rested her head against my chest. And then I felt her heavenly pee running against my thigh, over my knee and trickling down my shin. It was my turn. My cock was already excited by the feel of her warm waters running over my skin, but I had to avoid getting an erection. I pressed hard and concentrated; it took half a minute before I could release my stream against her.
She moved her face up to meet mine; we kissed as we both peed. It seemed as if we were conducting some kind of symbolic ritual, signifying some bond between us. This was a memory that will stay with me to eternity, I thought, regardless of whatever else happens.
Judy’s gush was stronger than my flow, and she finished before me. She rubbed her thigh against my dick and, as I was coming to an end, it stiffened. I wanted sex with her, but I wanted to do something different first. I got down on my knees, and buried my face in her pussy. I began to lick her clit.
She held my head against her body as I worked to create her orgasm. My hands moved round her butt cheeks, feeling her delicate creases, and reached her ass hole. My index finger ventured up inside; my middle finger moved forward and found her pussy hole.
“That’s gorgeous, Tim. We must do this again. Lots and lots of times.”