It was their third day on their honeymoon. They were at a beachside resort thousands of miles from home. Everyday. Amber and Dana sat by the beach and drank. The waiters did beachside service, they never had to get up to refill their glass.
It was around four in the afternoon. The beach was never too crowded. There were probably twenty to thirty other people. Four in the women’s rows of chairs, a ton in a far away clump of chairs, and tons in the ocean.
Amber was wiggling in her seat. She pretended to be engrossed him her book, but her whole chair was rocking.
“Yeah?” Amber asked, not looking up. Her long blonde hair was in knots from drying weird. They had been in and out of the ocean all day.
“Do you need to pee, sweetie?” This wasn’t a surprise. Amber had a small bladder. Dana was shocked this hadn’t happened already.
“No.” Amber was always stubborn. Dana looked around. The beach was crowded. But the closest people to them was a guy napping and some people in front of them.
Dana got up and sat at the end of Amber’s chair. When Amber dried off, she put her jean shorts and shirt on over her bikini. She was embarrassed to sit out in it.
Dana rubbed her wife’s leg, smirking as she did so.
This wasn’t a shock, this is a regular occurrence at home.
“I know you have to pee. You didn’t want to go swimming again today, right?”
“And you wanted to see the sunset?” The sunset was, of course, hours away. They could easily go back to their room and return with plenty of time.
“Honey, take off your shorts.”
“What?” Amber screeched, scandalized, as if she didn’t have bikini bottoms on underneath. “I’m not-mm”
Amber threw her book down and shoved a hand into her crotch. The situation was worse than Dana thought.
Dana was incredibly turned on. Her normal brain was flipped, she wanted to fuck her wife right then and there.
“Refill?” He asked. Amber slowly took her hands from between her legs, her face beat red. The man said nothing.
“Yes please. And a bottle of water.” He nodded and headed off with the empty glasses.
“Take them off, before he comes back.” Dana’s eyes were dark, her tone stern. Amber threw her legs over the side of the chair and did as she was told.
She was peeing in seconds.
She reached over and grabbed ahold of Dana, needing the support. Her mouth was open In a wide O.
“Jesus Christ, I needed this.”
“So did I.” Dana watched hungrily as she peed her bikini, thinking they might miss the sunset after all.
Dana looked over to see the waiter coming at them.
“Amber, shit, stop. The waiter.”
“What?” Amber was not close to stopping, she turned her head to see him coming right for her.
Amber swore and attempted to stop her stream. Somehow managing to do so, she pulled her shorts back up her legs, leaning back just as he got there.
He handed her her drink. She winced as she touched the sweating glass, closing her legs.
“Thank you.” Dana slipped the man a tip and he was on his way.
“The coast is clear, you can-“
But Amber already was. Her bladder wasn’t staying closed for that long. She was wetting her little shorts.
“God this feels good.” Dana said nothing, just watched.
Amber was close to crying.
“No, no, baby. It’s okay.” Dana came over and sat next to her, pulling off her shorts and laying them in the sun.
“They’ll dry, no one will know, it’s alright.”
Amber nodded and smiled. “You’re horny, aren’t you.”
Dana’s grin was mischievous. The women missed the sunset that night.
