Relaxing in the Dales

Relaxing in the Dales

Steve and Debbie had been enjoying their timeshare in the Yorkshire Dales for some five years now. They loved the peace and quiet of their week out of season. They would go for long walks in the countryside, drink fine Yorkshire ales, and eat cheese from the Hawes dairy. They would swim in the pool and luxuriate in the spa. This was their one week of pure unadulterated relaxation each year.

This year though was a little different. Despite the week being a permanent feature of their shared diary Debbie had ended up with an important client meeting in London which necessitated two nights in a hotel there instead of being with Steve in the Dales.

Since Debbie would be able to make the end of the week Steve thought he might as well have the full week even if it meant a couple of nights on his own.

He actually enjoyed his first day of the break more than he expected, with a good long walk and a rather indulgent pub lunch. Even so he made it back to the timeshare complex by late afternoon.

Even for low season the complex was very quiet and Steve had the pool to himself as he enjoyed a few lazy lengths to relax his tired muscles from the walk. As he drifted on his back he heard someone else slip into the pool and start swimming. Glancing back as he got our he saw it was a young woman, who frankly looked pretty fit.

Steve made his way to the sauna and poured a little water on the coals to heat it up a bit more. He settled on to the mid-level bench and closed his eyes.

Well exercised and relaxed he drifted into a semi dozing state and barely noticed as the cool draft of air announced that he had company.

The big "egg timer" device on the wall was running out and Steve was feeling quite hot by now. He thought a draft of cold water would be a good idea to rehydrate. However, as he opened his eyes he found he was effectively looking up between the legs of the young woman from the pool who was now lying on the top bench at right angles to him with her knees drawn up.

Steve felt a little something stirring in him as he thought how great it would be if saunas in Yorkshire followed the German practice of total nudity.

She looked up briefly and caught his eye. Steve looked down at once but not before he had noticed a twinkle in here eye and brief smile on what he could see was a very pretty face.

As he tried to hide his embarrassment Steve thought he could hear water dripping through the slats of the bench. He risked a sly sideways glance. Water was pooling round the girl's bikini bottom. How could that be? She had been out of the pool long enough for... OMG! She was wetting herself! He could see her peeing though the thin fabric of the swimwear.

Now she looked straight at him, "I just feel so relaxed after a swim and it's so warm in here, well, I just thought why move?"

Steve was at a loss to reply being distracted by his rapidly hardening dick. The girl saw the bulge in his speedos. Why hadn't he worn swim shorts he wondered.

"Soooo relaxed" repeated the girl languidly, and with that slipped a finger between her legs and pulling her costume aside began to rub herself through the diminishing stream of pee.

Steve's erection was demanding attention. "Go on, I don't mind," said the girl. Steve brushed his hand over his trunks, rubbing his cock. Seconds later he came. She smiled as she saw the cum glistening through his costume. "See, it is relaxing, isn't it?"

She swung her legs down and reached for the bucket of water near the heater. She doused the bench where she had pee'd and turned to leave, " See you around " she said and left.

Steve left it a moment or two and scurried to the changing rooms as if he was being spotlit doing the walk of shame.

It was fine, he reasoned to himself. Nothing had happened as such. It was pretty much expected that if Debbie was away he would have a wank and that's all this had been. Although, yes, it had been a lot more exciting than Pornhub.

The next day Steve decided that a bracing walk in scattered showers was the proper way to clear his head of the visions that persisted from yesterday's encounter. He headed out to walk around and above Semerwater in Wensleydale and planned some cheese purchases for the way back.

Some hours later he returned to the apartment with a bag full of cheese to find Debbie in a bathrobe drying her hair.

"Welcome back love, how was your trip?" he asked.

Debbie switched off the drier, "Oh fine you know. I got back about an hour ago and went for a swim and a sauna to get that London grime off me."

Steve thought he caught an odd note in Debbie's voice, but no it was probably just his reaction to the word "sauna" pressing his guilt button.

"Nice. Well, I think I will take a quick shower then we can get something to eat and start the holiday properly." said Steve heading for the bathroom.

An hour later they were just settling down in a cosy gastro pub they liked when Steve noticed Debbie looking distracted as she had clearly noticed someone. A quick glance over his shoulder and he saw the blond from the sauna two tables away eating by herself. She was wearing a simple shift dress in pale yellow stripes and her blond hair, he could see now, was straight and shoulder length. She looked stunning. He gave a brief smile and the merest nod of acknowledgement out of habit and turned back to Debbie.

They looked at each other for a very long time, then Debbie gave a little grin, "Have you met that girl before?" She asked it in a teasing playful way without any accusation in her tone.

"Er, yes, I think I noticed her in the Sauna yesterday. I mean there are so few people about at the moment you notice everyone don't you? Perhaps you have seen her as well?" He put a little upward inflection into his question. His imagination was working overtime and although the thought of Debbie and another woman had not really occurred before he could feel the impact of such a scenario in a very real and physical way.

"Funnily enough I saw her in the sauna as well. I must say she seemed a very, er, what, well, um, a free spirit?" Debbie seemed to have trouble putting the words together.

"Yes, I know what you mean. She is a girl who likes... who, er, is comfortable in her own skin?" Steve was having a similar problem with words but it was becoming increasingly clear that they had probably both had an interesting encounter with the blond.

Leaving a lot as yet unsaid, they ordered their food and moved the conversation on to other more prosaic topics as they ate. As they finished Debbie was looking over Steve's shoulder and he could almost see the lightbulb go on above her head. "Shall we ask our friend if she would like to join us for dessert, or a drink?" Steve smiled in return and slowly answered, "OK, if you like."

Debbie got up and went over to the girl, returning with her moments later.

"I'm Debbie and this is Steve" she said, "We just thought as you are here on your own it might be nice to ask you over for a dessert or a drink maybe?"

Taking a seat the girl said, "That's very kind of you. My name is Inge and I am just here for a few days to enjoy the air, the countryside and, well, to relax"

Both Debbie and Steve looked directly at each other. Yes, although said without inflection the keyword "relax" had clearly triggered something and the understanding crystalised between them that they had both seen a bit more of Inge than most dinner companions.

Drinks were ordered rather than dessert and over two, or was it three, rounds of G&T's they chatted. They kept the conversation light and easy - what do you do, where do you live, what about hobbies... It transpired that Inge was from Upsala in Sweden (of course) and worked as an architect but her great passion was painting.

Eventually as people around them started to leave Debbie asked the question about the elephant in the room, "So, I think we have both, er, enjoyed our time in the sauna and your very relaxed, er, attitude. Doesn't that create some, well, difficulties for you?"

Inge smiled, "So you enjoy to watch pleasure?", she waited a beat, "No, I have never had any trouble. I am very careful just how... relaxed I allow myself to be. I am a very good judge of character and temperament. Although I did not guess you were a couple. I do like couples. I feel I can... relax around them."

Steve was picking up a very charged vibe. "Say, shall we have a nightcap at our apartment? I have a nice bottle of Talisker just aching to be broached."

"Thank you that would be nice." said Inge with a broad smile.

They put on jackets, paid the bill and headed out. It was only a mile back to the resort so they had all walked, this was walking country after all.

By the time they reached halfway Debbie was all but squirming. "I'm sorry but I am just going to have to take a pee in the bushes, that last drink was just too much." She turned heading off the road across the grass verge.

"Oh, don't hide yourself away!" said Inge, "Just lift your skirt here. I like to think you could relax around me." This last said with a distinct tease in the voice.

Was it the moonlight, was it the presence of Inge, or was it the 4 large G&T's Debbie had drunk during the evening? Whatever it was she giggled and reached up under her skirt and pulled her knickers off. Stuffing them in a pocket she lifted her skirt and set her feet wide apart. Steve was a little shocked. Despite a lively sex life they kept strict etiquette around the bathroom. He had never before even seen Debbie peeing until...

With a slight "Hnnn" noise Debbie started to pee right there in front of them. She held her lips apart keeping her fine pubic hair out of the way and just pee'd.

Inge unexpectedly knelt down in front of Debbie, who had her eyes closed, and the stream of piss immediately soaked the front of Inge's dress. She leaned in and started to take Debbie's piss in her mouth, leaning closer, and closer until she was kissing Debbie's cunt.

Debbie's eyes sprang open and she leapt back. "Oh my god what are you doing!"

"I suppose I am celebrating your relaxation. Did you not like it?" asked Inge.

"I loved it" came Steve's strained voice. The girls turned to see him stood with his cock gripped in his left hand just as a stream of cum shot out on the grass.

"Well we can't leave you out can we" said Inge beckoning. It only took one step and Steve was there, with his cum covered cock being drained into Inge's waiting mouth.

Debbie watched for a moment then stepped forward embracing the two of them and kissed Inge full on the mouth. She tasted the slippery cum and the salty pee and released the final bit of pee she was holding back amid a shivering orgasm.

Quickly straightening clothes they hurried back to the apartment. The Talisker was forgotten in favour of stripping off and all getting into the huge shower. It was one of those times when you just could not tell which hand was whose, and what was being soaped.

Some while later they lay all three on the king-sized bed, amid lube and two well used condoms, just... relaxing.