We were on our way to a fishing holiday. As the roads and ferries to Scandinavia are full during peak travel season, we drove at night. When we arrived at the ferry in Puttgarden at half past two in the morning, we had to wait because the last ferry had just left right in front of us. It would be three quarters of an hour before the next one would leave. We got out and stretched our legs. While the others went to the water, I looked at the people in the cars behind us. Alone as a family or in a group like us. An annoyed man was standing by one of the cars, rummaging around in the trunk and complaining loudly, then he went towards the toilets. His wife or partner was standing next to him shaking her head. The 30-year-old had a pretty face, was about 1.65 m tall and had big tits.
She was a few kilos over the famous ideal weight, but that was completely OK. She was only wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants, because it was obviously much more comfortable to drive in the car. “My husband is probably out again, probably in the toilet. I should go there too,” she said. She turned her butt towards me as she repacked a bag. When she turned around again, she asked with a grin: “Is it possible that you looked at my butt?” “Yes, I did,” I answered truthfully, “but you made it easy for me. That’s the nice thing about driving at night, you see a bit more of people on occasions like this.” I looked her in the eyes first, then openly at her tits. Her husband came back and walked towards the car. “I’m right up on the deck on the right, right at the back,” I said quietly and then walked back to my car.
The other guys were back too and after a few minutes the next ferry appeared. When the vehicles had left the ferry, we drove into the lane assigned to us and parked our car. I didn’t see the family’s car or the woman whose name I didn’t even know, even though hardly any cars were driving onto the ferry. Then we went upstairs and got ourselves a coffee. The ferry set off and while the others were looking at old photos from the previous fishing trips on a tray, I excused myself. I slowly walked briefly through the on-board shop, then towards the upper deck. The warm morning air greeted me and there was no one else on deck. There were only a few handfuls of people on the ferry at this time of day. I went to the stern because there was a corner sheltered from the wind where it was nice to be alone. After a few minutes I felt the pressure of the water I had drunk and especially the coffee.
But I didn’t want to go to another deck and use the toilet there. So I held it and enjoyed the pressure and the feeling of having to hold it back. Just a few minutes later I heard the door to the deck open and close again. It took another two minutes before someone approached. From where I was standing it was hardly visible. I looked around the corner and sure enough, there was the woman again, coming towards me. “It’s nice up here,” she said. “Yes, that’s why I like being here. You have a bit of time for yourself and can think about things or do whatever you want,” I said with a grin. “My husband is kindly taking care of other things,” she said and looked at the water. “I’m officially on the toilet, I told him I didn’t feel well.” “And were you there too?” I asked openly.
You… are very open and cheeky,” she answered without a hint of emotion on her face, “it’s actually none of your business. No, not yet. Why are you asking me that?” “Because I have a soft spot for it. I like the feeling of a full bladder and the pressure of having to pee. I hope you’ll excuse my vulgar language, because I like that too, when it’s appropriate.” I looked at her from the side. “Why would it be appropriate now?” she asked further, looking out to sea. Somehow I thought I knew part of her story. About 30 and therefore probably very sexually interested, but probably completely undersexed by her boyfriend. Full bladder, barely clothed next to a strange man alone on the upper deck. But it should be appropriate. She turned around and leaned her back against the railing. I tugged a little on the waistband of her sweatpants and slowly let my hand slide into them.
No resistance from her, quite the opposite. She spread her legs slightly. She wasn’t wearing any panties and she was freshly shaved. Her skin felt velvety soft and when I touched her intimate area she moaned softly. After only about one centimeter I felt her discharge on my finger. Her labia wrapped around my finger, which was literally sucked in by her cunt. Several drops of her juice ran down my hand. My middle finger slid into her as far as it would go. I started to finger her and her sweatpants slipped down. She politely stepped out of them and spread her legs further. After I had added two more fingers, her cunt was somewhat full. Again only a quiet moan, but her shaking legs betrayed her horniness.
With my other hand I gently pressed on her lower abdomen, which she acknowledged with deep breaths. I increased the pressure until she took a deep breath and then held her breath. A few seconds passed and then the first drops came and ran warmly over my hand. “You pig,” she breathed, then she pissed in a powerful stream. It ran over my hand and down her legs, forming a lake on the deck. Then she ripped her shirt off her body and carelessly threw it somewhere behind me. Her full tits moved with every breath and looked wonderful and her piss was still running out of her and had ruined my pants, legs and shoes. I continued fingering her and now heard a lustful moan. I pulled my fingers out of her and rubbed her juice mixed with her piss on her bare tits.
It’s a shame, I would have liked to have smeared it on her shirt. While she pulled down my shorts, she looked me in the eyes. I wasn’t wearing any panties, which tend to pinch your balls on a long car ride. My cock literally jumped at her. It disappeared into her mouth immediately and her tongue was really in shape. She stroked my balls while I was blowing me and it drove me crazy. “Come up and turn around, dirty cunt,” I told her. She took a few seconds before she did as I asked. With her legs spread wide, she stood willingly in front of me and bent over obediently. The smell of her pussy filled my nose and was magical. So intense and hot. When my glans touched her labia, there was no reaction, but when I quickly penetrated her and I also felt her ass, she moaned. “You’re a horny bastard, a pig, a dirty sow,” she murmured.
She didn’t get any further because my firm grip on her tits took her breath away. The slapping sound of our bodies fucking made us both hornier and hornier. Her firm and tight tits were magnificent and she gladly accepted my firm grip. “Where do you want it, fuck-mare?” I asked when I noticed that it wouldn’t be long before she came. “Where it belongs,” she gasped, moaning and pushing her pelvis towards me a little more. Only a few thrusts later my sperm shot into my barrel. In several spurts I pumped it into her greedy cunt. Normally I love to watch my fuck juice squirt onto women’s faces and mouths and then how it runs down onto their tits, but at this moment I preferred her fuck hole. I didn’t care at all whether she was using contraception or not.
Since I hadn’t had sex for almost two weeks, the supply was well filled. When she felt me start to fill her pussy, her pussy contracted and sucked me dry. The spurts became shorter and then I left my cock motionless inside her. She didn’t move and waited. It took me a while for my bladder to remember that it had to be emptied. Since it was urgent by now, I was able to let it run into her pussy, which was pumped full of cum. When she felt the pressure of my piss in her pussy, which was getting bigger and bigger, she came. Shaking violently and grunting, her body trembled as I filled her more and more. I could clearly feel her warm body against my stomach and her tits in my hands. The urine was clearly noticeable, but it turned us on rather than repelled us.
As my cock got smaller, it slipped out of her and a fountain of piss and cum shot out of her and ran down her legs. She wet two fingers between her legs and licked it off greedily. “You perverted pig,” she said quietly and simply put her sweatpants back on, which immediately turned dark in various places. She also put her shirt back on and took my cock in her mouth again, demonstratively letting a few drops of leftover piss run onto the cotton fabric. Not another word, not a look back, and I didn’t even know her name.
