Faith at the Seaside

An adult short story, not for sale to under-18s. If you may be offended by graphic descriptions of public sex and public urination then this is not for you; please navigate away from this page now.

Faith is a very rude girl, and when she saw a man she fancied on the beach she gave him a very special show by kneeling in front of him and emptying her bladder on the golden sands. Not long after, they were in a pub together drinking cider and re-filling their bladders for the next game. Back at Brett's house later, Faith invited his brother Dylan to join in the fun.

A cleaned-up excerpt:

Dylan only half woke when he felt Faith's warm body against his back; he mumbled, "Who's that?"
Faith whispered, "It's no-one, I'm just a dream."
Her arm snaked around his body; Dylan woke up fully then, and became aware of the hand holding him, and of the hard nipples boring into his back. He said, "You're my favourite dream too. I think I dreamt I heard you in the bathroom earlier."
Faith kissed the back of his neck. "You might have."
"Can I turn the light on?"
"And spoil the dream? You might not fancy me if you saw me."
Dylan rolled over then to face her, and he could just make out her face in the dim light. He was pretty certain he would, but if that's the way she wanted it then he'd happily play along. He dipped his head to close his lips over hers and listened as she breathed out a long sigh of pleasure. One of his hands strayed lower down. If she wanted more than Brett could give her then Dylan had no qualms about giving her some more.
They slowly came apart. Dylan's bed was soaking where Faith had lost control but he decided it was worth it! Faith stood up; she leaned down and kissed him on the lips. "I'd better get back to your brother, see if he's recovered yet." Dylan watched her go, realising that he hadn't even seen her properly yet.