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A Town Called Clunes

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What happens after a days fishing.

A town called Clunes. After an enjoyable day out fishing in Central Victoria, with the sunshine warming my skin and making me horny all day. It was time to drive the long two hours home. No hard chore, there's always something to pass the hours. My fingers lightly caress the outline of my cock through the material of my jeans, I can feel its sticky end on my leg. Do I pull over and have a wank, or just edge the kilometres away? Its a game that I play whilst driving, seeing how hard my manhood will stay, twitching, pulsing in my pants. Occasionally when I pass another vehicle I glance over to look, no perv, on the occupants. Better if they are female, I can feel my pulse, my heartbeat in my erection, as dirty fantasies play in my mind. Sometimes I take my cock out, just undoing the zipper. Then I can run my finger around my peehole, spreading pre-cum over the knob end. But always being mindful of passing trucks, not wanting to be seen. Once or twice I've gone too far, over the edge, shooting globs of sticky white cum across the dashboard. Now days experience pays, two hands on the steering wheel and only touching willy if I sense him wilting. The name of the game is to stay hard. As my journey weaves through the kilometres of country road, I feel the urge to pee. Beer and fishing now pay their price. I hold on, delighting in that full bladder feeling. Its like a morning hard-on, when you need to piss. A burning desire, low in my groin. I must stop, but I dont want to just relieve myself at the side of the road. I am too horny. A break and a coffee would be nice. With sat nav in my 4wd I can see how far away the next town is and with reluctance, I put my penis away. Game temporarily brought to an end. With the car parked, the Tourist Information Centre beckons. An old style building with outhouses, a former State School maybe over 100 years old and recently converted. It displays all the usual tourist paraphernalia, postcards, tea towels, brochures. You know the sort of thing. I am warmly greeted by a well bodied mature lady, with all her curves in the right place and a glint of cleavage on display. She is womanly, a MILF type. The sort of person you would like to cuddle up naked with, playing spoons, and you would be happy if nothing else happens. My cock twitches reminding me of what I so desperately need to do. But now my brain has been relocated to the purple head of my manhood. Those bosoms look so inviting as this lady bends to put away her stock. She explains that they are just closing. I ask for a local map causing her to stretch over the display. Now I can look through her gapping white blouse to see a low cut purple bra and those tits are even more exposed. Its not cold, but her nipples look inviting and excited, my pelvis gives an involuntary forward thrust, with a little shiver running through my body. She smiles and licks her lips, my mind thinks suggestively of naughty images. Oh god, did she notice, its my turn to blush. Quickly I ask for the toilets, where can I water the lemon tree, trying to make light of the situation. She points, saying around the side. One of the outbuildings. As I walk along the tumbled brick path, I think wow that was close and the urge to pee puts pressure on my bladder. A sign directs me around the back of the main building and I find a tin shack, one side female and the other male. I wonder if there will be a glory hole in this out of the way convenience. I hear the clunk click of footsteps, dainty on the old brickwork. Looking over my shoulder, the Information lady is following me. She smiles and I give a half hearted wave, but in my state of mind I begin to think she might want to watch. More of my dirty fantasies, what a great roll play that would make. The corrugated toilets have walls raised off the floor, they also dont meet the hot tin roof. But for a country town, they must win the cleanest award. There are only cubicles, no stand up Mens bit, with a sink and paper towels in the corner. I select the closet nearest to the dividing wall and quickly study the tin work. No graffiti or spider webs and no gaps to spy. In my urgency I grapple with my jeans, still with a half hard on. Pulling my short foreskin back to expose my urethra, I try to urinate, only to release short bursts. It is then that I hear a creak next door and the sound of a ruffled skirt being hastily held out of the way, as my lady friend prepares to sit. The sound of her pee voiding into the bowl is like a tidal wave, as it gushes down hitting the water below. I am instantly erect, rock hard. The tool in my hand has no chance of pissing now, its veins are bulging and the head flaring. The noise next door is deliberate, no doubt. Carefully aimed, to strike at the centre of the water in the bowl between her legs, giving maximum sound effects. Fuck, all I can do is wank. I picture a curly muff and her long labia parting with the stream of golden rain. Hoping they are nice and meaty, deep fleshy red and crinkled, only to become puffy with excitement. Wishing I could kneel before her, admiring the satin purple laced panties. Her underwear a matching set. My face between her legs as I watch the yellow arch issue out. My tongue aching to lick her secret folds, pushing back her clit hood and sucking deep. I couldn't give a damn how wet I got, her matted pubic hair wiping my face as we share this oral embrace. She still pees as I push two fingers deep into her cunt hole, rubbing inner flesh. Body fluids mix as she floods my face, she cums clamping her knees against the sides of my torso. Trapped and embraced, we both get soaked. The scent of this woman fills my nostrils sending me into overdrive. My wanking speeds up, fist a blur travelling up and down my shaft, with its veins bulging along my knotted solid length. She has a long pee, must have been holding it a fair while working in the centre. As the excitement next door slows to a piddling trickle, I grunt and force my seed. Shooting against the back wall, I am verbal and breathing heavy as more man juice hits. Ive never cum this much in such a long time, it physically makes my knees wobbly. I have to sit down. I hear next door roll out some tissue and need to do likewise. Together we clean up and flush. Then guilt sets in, I panic with a need to escape. Quickly pulling my jeans up and exiting only to walk straight into my new found friend. She smiles and I melt a little, feeling like a schoolboy who's just been caught. Does she know, she must do? How loud were my fap, fap, faps my grunts? On our parting, she wishes me a safe journey and I wish that I could tell her how erotic and satisfying this has all been. Will just have to pee at the next town.

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