There were a few people around apart from us, but mostly on the other bank: I knew a secluded, overgrown path which was almost unspottable from the roadside and which hardly anyone was aware of. Consequently, apart from Paula and me, there was only one other couple, probably in their forties, on our side. It was therefore pretty inevitable, I suppose, that we would start getting up to mischief.

Paula was lying contentedly on the rug, eyes closed, a dreamy faraway smile playing on her lips. Her hand was rested on her stomach, just above the stud in her navel which was exposed by the crop top she was wearing. I took a strawberry and placed it to her mouth, resting it against her lips. She ignored it for a moment, then squeezed her tongue out and licked it. Opening her mouth, she sucked it in and began chewing, letting out a contented sigh when she had finished.

I continued to feed her strawberries, sometimes from my hand, sometimes with my mouth, gripping the ripe fruit between my own teeth as I passed it to hers, our lips tantalisingly brushing against one another in the process. Her breath, sweet from the strawberries, was heavenly. Taking a swig of wine, I swilled it around my mouth and pressed it close to hers. She opened her eyes to see my face against hers, lips grazing against her mouth. She opened it to kiss me and I pressed my mouth firmly against her, letting the wine fiz through my teeth into her throat. She gave a start as the first drops entered, her eyes wide with surprise, then relaxed her throat and let it pass into her. I fed her two or three mouthfuls in that manner before we ended in a long, deep clinch, meshed against one another, exploring, playing, teasing.

We lay side by side, each with an arm stretched upwards, on which we rested our heads as we gazed into one another's eyes. My hand was on her side, nestling in the hollow between her breasts and hips, playing at the edges of her crop top. I nuzzled my hand underneath it and edged upwards to her breast, bare underneath the top. Her skin was milky smooth and her breast beautifully firm, and I sought out her nipple. It was already hard and erect, pointing provocatively upwards and hardening further beneath my touch. There was something deliciously exciting about playing with her breasts in the open air, with people all around us. I began to feel decidedly randy and daring, knowing that anyone could be watching us.

I began to edge her top up so that the lower swell of her left breast was exposed, and then a bit further, and further still, until her nipple and whole breast was open to the elements. I smiled and blew on it gently, running my palm across and round the breast, kneading it gently, rhythmically. Paula was looking very edgy, glancing around her to see if anyone had noticed, so I mouth-fed her another sip of wine to calm her nerves. I eased her top further upwards, so that both breasts were now on view, and drew my mouth towards her gorgeous right tit, sucking the growing nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it, gripping gently with my teeth.

As I did so, my hand dropped to her shorts, and rested on her crotch. I left it lying there for a couple of minutes while I addressed the important matter of her supreme nipple and breast, then gradually my fingers began to spider their way around the cotton, stroking her idly through the coarse material. My hand was resting above her mons veneris, and I began to edge my fingers downwards, so that they were splayed out across her pussy, middle finger pressing hard against it. She sighed.

I undid the button of her shorts and began to ease down the zip.

"Hey, what are you doing," she exclaimed. "People could see."

"It's okay, I said. There's no-one very close. They'll just think you're in bikini bottoms. Relax." With that, I began to slide her shorts down her thighs, past her knees to her ankles. I sat up on my knees and tugged them off, leaving my beautiful Paula in her skimpy panties in full view of the rest of the picnickers and holiday makers. "Mmmm," I said, "you look good enough to eat."

Already, a damp patch had formed on her panties, and I re-commenced stroking her, scratching my nails upwards against the fabric, my middle finger finding its way into the valley between her labia, pressing the fabric inwards and creating the image of her puffy lips on the visibly dampening panties.

As my fingers ministered to her heated and excited pussy, my palm was rested against her lower stomach, and I could sense that Paula was a bit restless. After a moment or two, it dawned on me that I must be pressing against her bladder: Paula needed to have a pee. That was interesting, I thought. I continued my digital stimulation, with my palm still pressing against her stomach, perhaps even pressing a touch harder than was strictly necessary.

Paula's face was flushed and her breathing heavy. Clearly, the open-air was having an effect on her too, the thrill of being caught adding to her excitement. As my hand stroked and caressed her hot pussy I looked around at our fellow holidaymakers. No-one seemed to have noticed, or at least no-one was overtly watching us. I slid my hand up to the top of her panties and wormed my fingers underneath, slipping down past her perfect, bald mons to her hot slit. She was soaking and my fingers slid easily between her labia. With my first and third fingers I stroked up and down her inner lips, rubbing them gently, sensuously, while my middle finger probed the depths of her hot pussy, down to my knuckle. With my thumb I began to draw erratic circles around her clitoris, stroking the clit ring which pierced her hood and rubbing all around.

As my middle finger probed her vagina I sought out her urethra and gradually began to concentrate my activity around it, pressing against it, stimulating it, stroking it. As I expected, Paula began to get restless, squirming and wriggling beneath me. I laid my head on her stomach, deliberately pressing against her swollen bladder.

"Harriet, stop!" she cried.

"What's wrong," I asked innocently.

"I need to go pee," she whispered, looking around.

"No you don't. Just relax. Lie back." I kept my head pressed against her stomach as my fingers sought out her throbbing pussy once more. Initially, I steered clear of her urethra, but gradually began to concentrate my activity there again. Once more, Paula became agitated and tried to pull away.

"I've got to go," she said.

"Just do it here," I replied. "No-one will notice. No-one's even looking." Paula looked scandalised, and I thought she wouldn't do it.

"I'll do it first, if you want. Then you can see if anyone notices." With that, I began to ease off my shorts and sat cross-legged on the rug in my panties. I edged away, onto the grass and pulled my panties to one side. With my legs in front of me, slightly parted, I looked at Paula and let go of my bladder. At first nothing happened, then a little trickle, followed by a quick spurt, some of which I couldn't prevent from getting on my panties. Then a huge stream of piss erupted from me, arcing upwards and falling on the grass a foot and a half from me. It made a noise like Niagara, or so it seemed to us, and we looked around nervously to see if anyone could hear. No-one appeared to be paying any attention but I wasn't certain about the bloke who was part of the couple on our side of the bank. His nonchalance seemed mannered, laboured to me.

Still, the piss flowed out of me unstoppably. Paula looked on, intrigued, as the flow began to slow down, the arc getting smaller, the pee landing on the ground closer and closer to me, until the last few drops slipped out. My hand was damp where I had held my panties and I licked it clean, tasting the salty, musky pee.

"See?" I said. "Easy."

Paula was still uncertain and didn't want to do it. I grabbed her playfully and began to wrestle with her, taking care all the while to prod and press her bladder. I engineered the fight so that we ended up off the rug, with me on the grass and Paula on top of me. I grabbed her leg and pulled it across me so that she was straddling me, lying on my stomach. I grinned and began to inch myself downwards so that she was sitting on my breasts. To anyone watching, it looked like lovers playing with one another, intimate and friendly. Which was what I wanted. I looked up at Paula and saw her as she realised what I intended, a wave of shock flashing past her face. She tried to get off, but I held her firm. Because of her swollen bladder she was in no position to fight, anyway, and I managed to wriggle my way downwards some more, so that she sat on my shoulders, rising majestically above me. From this angle, I could see up her crop top to her gorgeous nipples which were, I noticed, still erect.

This was it. This was the moment of no return. Would she go through with it? I slid further down, so that she was resting right above me, legs on either side of my head, pussy tantalisingly close.

"Really?" she asked.

"Really,"

Looking anxiously around, she eased her panties to one side, revealing her beautiful, bald little pussy. Resting on her palms, she dropped down on to me, her pussy hovering above my mouth. She eased the lips apart slightly and, telling me to get ready, began to relax her bladder.

I saw the first few droplets emerge, golden and heavenly, falling down towards my waiting mouth. Immediately, the taste filled my senses, bitter and musky, salty and very hot. A steady trickle emerged, some of it missing my mouth and running down my cheek and neck. Paula sat further down on me, her pussy pressed firmly to my open lips as the stream developed into a surging flow.

"Oh, Harriet," she cried as her torrent reached its full flow, sliding straight through my mouth and down my throat, filling me with her golden nectar. I swallowed and swallowed, struggling to keep up with the volume. I could scarcely breath as her steaming hot liquid flowed into me, wave after wave, jet after jet, pulse after pulse. Just as I thought I could take no more, the jet began to subside, the pressure weakening, the flow becoming a trickle. I savoured the last few hot dribbles then licked up and down her pussy lips, cleaning her and getting every last drop of her beautiful fluid inside me.

Hurriedly, Paula got off me and looked around. Still, no-one was overtly watching us, but there was no way we could be sure. We looked at one another and laughed.