Waterlines 15

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 oral sex, or aren't remotely curious, then please don't buy or read this book.

When We Were Lovers (5,200 words)

Cheryl and Alan were once lovers, but split up after a six-month intense relationship. After an erotic dream, she realises how much she misses him. But when she finally tracks him down, hoping to pick up the threads of their affair, she’s in for a nasty shock. Nothing ever stays the same. Can anything good come out of her disappointment?

Having to Share (8,500 words)

Jessica and Ken work together; when the firm moves to new premises, there's no room for them and they have to stay behind until space is available. There's only one toilet available that they have to share - and intimate accidents are bound to happen... especially when an unexpected visitor with a voyeuristic habit looks in, and tempts Ken into a little unplanned activity.

EXTRACT:
Shortly after the main body of staff went to work in the new building, it was Jessica’s birthday. Anxious to make the two of us feel as if we were still part of the organization, it was arranged that everybody would go to the local bar to help her celebrate the occasion. By two o’clock that day, all the staff returned to work in the new office block, but I stayed with her at the bar because she looked a little unsteady on her feet. I was watching carefully to make sure that nobody put anything in any of her drinks; someone had doctored a girl’s drink the previous year with the intention of seducing her. The company had taken a pretty dim view of the affair, and the perpetrator had been fired as soon as he confessed.
We stayed at the bar for another thirty minutes and then I decided I’d help her stagger back to the office and get her to sober up. I fixed her a black coffee and she sat down in an easy chair with her legs curled round to make herself comfortable. I returned to my desk to work, answering the phone when necessary, and soon got back into my stride. I turned round to check Jessica was all right; she was fast asleep.
After a while my bladder felt full, so I felt the need to go to the bathroom. I stood at the toilet bowl in one of the cubicles, unzipped myself and began to let go. Normally I’d have shut the door behind me but, since Jessica was asleep, I didn’t think I’d be disturbed.
“Hello, big boy!” It was Jessica. My flow stopped automatically, and I turned round and smiled at her looking round my shoulder; as I moved, I guess she would have snatched a quick profile view of my dick. I don’t know whether she saw anything, but her face certainly looked down in that direction.
“It’s O.K. I’ve nearly finished,” I said.
“I thought you were in here,” she giggled. “I have a confession to make, Ken. I’m horny.”
“I think you’ve had too much to drink.”
“Maybe. But I’m horny. Is there anything you can do to please a girl?”