A Day At The Seaside. Part Two. Explicit
Posted: March 2nd, 2022, 4:07 pm
It is a warm but overcast day and, as we are both off, I suggest a day out.
"Ok,” my wife replies, " I will get dressed," and disappears upstairs.
Ten minutes later she reappears
“Let’s go.”
"Wow," I say.
She is wearing the very shiny, double breasted, pvc trench coat we 'acquired ' a few weeks ago and has taken the time to tighten the belt and button the double breasted flaps across her chest.
I grab my jacket, pick up the car keys and we exit the front door.
She is pulling on her car seat belt as I start the car.
“Where are we going? “ I laugh as I realise in my excitement I had forgotten to ask.
“Let’s go to Ayr,“ she says.
I am surprised at her suggesting we return to the scene of the crime .
"Oh ! Really? Ok.”
Within minutes we are on the road to Ayr.
I reach across and put my hand on her smooth pvc covered lap.
I am rewarded with a sharp slap on the back of my hand.
“Pay attention to the road, “ she says firmly.
"Fat chance ," I think to myself.
It is about 50 minutes to Ayr and we have spoken little .
I am feeling really randy and steal repeated glances at the raincoated figure sitting next to me.
An hour later I turned the car into the lower level of our usual car park in Ayr.
It is located a short walk over a cobbled bridge, leading directly to the centre of the, part pedestrianised, high street shopping centre.
She is walking beside me and I take her hand.
I am rewarded with a gentle smile and I am like a puppy given a treat.
If I had a tail it would be wagging but instead I adjust my jacket to hide the bulge in my trousers.
“Shall we have lunch? “ I ask.
"Yes, let's go to Hourstons.”
I stop dead .
“What? " I stammer. "Are you mad?”
“Yeah, why not ?" - She links her arm through mine - "They have a nice cafe.“
I think she is laughing at me.
We enter Hourstons, past the perfume department, suitcases and travel goods, crockery and cutlery and china ornaments, and take the little cramped lift to the second floor.
I take the opportunity, as the old lift rattles slowly upwards, to steal a kiss, hugging her, shiny mackintosh wrapped body, tightly .
As we cross the sales floor, towards the cafe, I glance to my right across the rows of sofas and dining tables and can just make out the racks of clothes in the far corner.
She is pointing to an empty booth. “Grab a table. What do you want?”
I manage not to say what immediately came to mind but instead ask for tea and a roll with bacon.
I watch her, from my seat in the booth, the shiny mac satisfyingly swishing and folding, catching the light as as she approaches the counter
A young man at the counter motions for her to go ahead and is making a show of examining the menu board but is making frequent glances in my wife’s direction.
The cafe is virtually empty with only a couple several tables away and an older man, on his own, reading a newspaper while munching what looked like a Danish pastry.
She returns carrying a tray with hot drinks and food.
"Move in, '' she says and squeezes in beside me in the booth leaving the bench opposite empty.
I am puzzled as she would normally sit opposite me.
I am so aware of her sitting beside me , the glossy sleeve of her mac brushing against me as she lifts her cup to her mouth, that I can’t remember eating my food .
She rightly says that it is very warm in the cafe and I reluctantly suggest that she remove her raincoat.
“Mmm! I don’t think so," she replies and yet proceeds to undo the bottom two buttons of her coat.
She slowly parts the bottom of the mac holding the flaps several inches apart.
I once received a small electric shock and it felt a lot like I am now experiencing.
I was treated to the sight of the lacy top of hold up stockings and the unmistakable glimpse of pubic hair.
“You don’t have pants on?”
“I don’t have anything under this mac!” she laughs nervously “Are you shocked?”
I am in such a state of arousal that I can’t speak.
“God, you are shocked aren’t you ? “ - she sounds a bit worried and has quickly closed the open flaps - ” I am so embarrassed. I thought you would like it”.
I put my hand between her legs.
“You are a naughty wee wife. I might have to spank you when I get you home."
My mouth is so dry I wish I hadn’t drank all my tea.
“I can’t wait. Let’s go,” - she is on her feet refastening the raincoat - “How fast can you drive?”
We left the cafe and were making our way to the lift when she wheeled left towards the clothing section.
She is going through the coat racks.
“I wonder if they are having a fire sale ?” she is saying to herself.
A sales assistant approaches her and I am extremely nervous.
After all, my wife is wearing a very distinctive glossy raincoat which we stole from these very clothes racks.
Not to mention that she is naked under the tightly belted mac.
She asks the assistant for the location of the toilets.
We are directed to the doorway leading to the stairs which were our escape route only a few weeks before.
“I like your raincoat,” the assistant says as we walk off.
The toilets, which we hadn’t noticed in our haste to leave the building on our last visit, are on the first landing down.
The doors to the ladies and gents are on opposite sides of the landing.
I went into the gents toilet and quickly peed, washed and dried my hands and was back on the landing in less than two minutes.
A young man I recognised as the one from the cafe is standing on the landing.
He mumbles something, avoids eye contact and goes into the toilet.
Soon the door to the ladies opened and she appeared half in, half out, of the doorway.
She grabbed my arm. “Get in!” she hissed.
I follow her into the furthest of the four cubicles.
It is a squeeze to close the door.
She unbuttons her glistening mac slowly, watching me all the time.
I can clearly see that she was indeed telling the truth and is naked under the trench coat.
I am, literally, shaking.
She lowers the toilet seat cover and sits, the lower half of the pvc raincoat draped on each side of the pan.
I kneel in front of her and am taken aback when she raises her legs and rests them on my shoulders.
I lean forward and start kissing her vagina.
She has in the past rejected attempts by me to pleasure her in this way and I have no idea what is the correct technique.
My tongue is darting in and out.
Happily, she seems to be enjoying it.
Now she has her hands gripping my hair, her thighs tightening around my neck.
I can hardly breathe but this is way too much fun and I am not about to complain.
Upping the tempo, I am now licking furiously not really knowing if I am doing it right.
Her tap on my shoulder causes me to look up.
Her eyes are closed.
“Rub me!” she demands.
I reluctantly allowed her to lower her legs, raised my head and started gently stroking her with my right hand.
Her fanny is pleasurably moist and I am moving my finger smoothly between the lips of her vagina.
My left hand is now cupping her right, pvc covered, breast.
This is more for my pleasure than hers.
I am moving my fingers harder, faster now and I can feel her excitement rising.
Suddenly and quietly she orgasms, a gentle shudder letting me know my work is done.
I stand in front of her and take my erect penis from my unzipped trousers.
I lean my groin towards her face hoping that she will return the favour and this will be the day I receive a long awaited blow job.
She shakes her head and whispers, “ No. Sorry.”
Her hand action on my cock is smooth, fast and effective.
Eyes closed, I have my hands on the smooth rubbery shoulders of her raincoat.
She is enthusiastically and skillfully wanking my member with one hand, the other hand exploring, caressing, tickling between my legs causing me to shiver with anticipation.
Mindful of where we are, I suppress a gasp of relief as I ejaculate in a rapturous explosion.
I open my eyes and see that she, prepared as ever, has caught my cum in a tissue.
She stands up.
I wrap my arms around her waist, inside her gleaming raincoat, and pull her naked body against mine.
We kiss and then listen to make sure the coast is clear.
Hearing no sound, I open the door and leave the cubicle.
Behind me she is fastening the mac.
She goes to the wash basin to wash her hands.
Just as I reach for the door handle I am startled as the door opens.
An elderly lady carrying multiple shopping bags pushes her way in.
I am panicking, mumbling,
“I have come in the wrong place.”
The woman glances at my wife at the sink , then turns to me.
“Och, it disnae matter if you've come in the wrong place son , as long as you've cum,” she chuckles.
I can hear her, still laughing, as the door closes behind her.
The toilet door opens and my very embarrassed wife appears, her mackintosh fully buttoned and belted.
I take her hand.
“Lets go home,” I say. “ And don't forget you’re due a spanking."
"Ok,” my wife replies, " I will get dressed," and disappears upstairs.
Ten minutes later she reappears
“Let’s go.”
"Wow," I say.
She is wearing the very shiny, double breasted, pvc trench coat we 'acquired ' a few weeks ago and has taken the time to tighten the belt and button the double breasted flaps across her chest.
I grab my jacket, pick up the car keys and we exit the front door.
She is pulling on her car seat belt as I start the car.
“Where are we going? “ I laugh as I realise in my excitement I had forgotten to ask.
“Let’s go to Ayr,“ she says.
I am surprised at her suggesting we return to the scene of the crime .
"Oh ! Really? Ok.”
Within minutes we are on the road to Ayr.
I reach across and put my hand on her smooth pvc covered lap.
I am rewarded with a sharp slap on the back of my hand.
“Pay attention to the road, “ she says firmly.
"Fat chance ," I think to myself.
It is about 50 minutes to Ayr and we have spoken little .
I am feeling really randy and steal repeated glances at the raincoated figure sitting next to me.
An hour later I turned the car into the lower level of our usual car park in Ayr.
It is located a short walk over a cobbled bridge, leading directly to the centre of the, part pedestrianised, high street shopping centre.
She is walking beside me and I take her hand.
I am rewarded with a gentle smile and I am like a puppy given a treat.
If I had a tail it would be wagging but instead I adjust my jacket to hide the bulge in my trousers.
“Shall we have lunch? “ I ask.
"Yes, let's go to Hourstons.”
I stop dead .
“What? " I stammer. "Are you mad?”
“Yeah, why not ?" - She links her arm through mine - "They have a nice cafe.“
I think she is laughing at me.
We enter Hourstons, past the perfume department, suitcases and travel goods, crockery and cutlery and china ornaments, and take the little cramped lift to the second floor.
I take the opportunity, as the old lift rattles slowly upwards, to steal a kiss, hugging her, shiny mackintosh wrapped body, tightly .
As we cross the sales floor, towards the cafe, I glance to my right across the rows of sofas and dining tables and can just make out the racks of clothes in the far corner.
She is pointing to an empty booth. “Grab a table. What do you want?”
I manage not to say what immediately came to mind but instead ask for tea and a roll with bacon.
I watch her, from my seat in the booth, the shiny mac satisfyingly swishing and folding, catching the light as as she approaches the counter
A young man at the counter motions for her to go ahead and is making a show of examining the menu board but is making frequent glances in my wife’s direction.
The cafe is virtually empty with only a couple several tables away and an older man, on his own, reading a newspaper while munching what looked like a Danish pastry.
She returns carrying a tray with hot drinks and food.
"Move in, '' she says and squeezes in beside me in the booth leaving the bench opposite empty.
I am puzzled as she would normally sit opposite me.
I am so aware of her sitting beside me , the glossy sleeve of her mac brushing against me as she lifts her cup to her mouth, that I can’t remember eating my food .
She rightly says that it is very warm in the cafe and I reluctantly suggest that she remove her raincoat.
“Mmm! I don’t think so," she replies and yet proceeds to undo the bottom two buttons of her coat.
She slowly parts the bottom of the mac holding the flaps several inches apart.
I once received a small electric shock and it felt a lot like I am now experiencing.
I was treated to the sight of the lacy top of hold up stockings and the unmistakable glimpse of pubic hair.
“You don’t have pants on?”
“I don’t have anything under this mac!” she laughs nervously “Are you shocked?”
I am in such a state of arousal that I can’t speak.
“God, you are shocked aren’t you ? “ - she sounds a bit worried and has quickly closed the open flaps - ” I am so embarrassed. I thought you would like it”.
I put my hand between her legs.
“You are a naughty wee wife. I might have to spank you when I get you home."
My mouth is so dry I wish I hadn’t drank all my tea.
“I can’t wait. Let’s go,” - she is on her feet refastening the raincoat - “How fast can you drive?”
We left the cafe and were making our way to the lift when she wheeled left towards the clothing section.
She is going through the coat racks.
“I wonder if they are having a fire sale ?” she is saying to herself.
A sales assistant approaches her and I am extremely nervous.
After all, my wife is wearing a very distinctive glossy raincoat which we stole from these very clothes racks.
Not to mention that she is naked under the tightly belted mac.
She asks the assistant for the location of the toilets.
We are directed to the doorway leading to the stairs which were our escape route only a few weeks before.
“I like your raincoat,” the assistant says as we walk off.
The toilets, which we hadn’t noticed in our haste to leave the building on our last visit, are on the first landing down.
The doors to the ladies and gents are on opposite sides of the landing.
I went into the gents toilet and quickly peed, washed and dried my hands and was back on the landing in less than two minutes.
A young man I recognised as the one from the cafe is standing on the landing.
He mumbles something, avoids eye contact and goes into the toilet.
Soon the door to the ladies opened and she appeared half in, half out, of the doorway.
She grabbed my arm. “Get in!” she hissed.
I follow her into the furthest of the four cubicles.
It is a squeeze to close the door.
She unbuttons her glistening mac slowly, watching me all the time.
I can clearly see that she was indeed telling the truth and is naked under the trench coat.
I am, literally, shaking.
She lowers the toilet seat cover and sits, the lower half of the pvc raincoat draped on each side of the pan.
I kneel in front of her and am taken aback when she raises her legs and rests them on my shoulders.
I lean forward and start kissing her vagina.
She has in the past rejected attempts by me to pleasure her in this way and I have no idea what is the correct technique.
My tongue is darting in and out.
Happily, she seems to be enjoying it.
Now she has her hands gripping my hair, her thighs tightening around my neck.
I can hardly breathe but this is way too much fun and I am not about to complain.
Upping the tempo, I am now licking furiously not really knowing if I am doing it right.
Her tap on my shoulder causes me to look up.
Her eyes are closed.
“Rub me!” she demands.
I reluctantly allowed her to lower her legs, raised my head and started gently stroking her with my right hand.
Her fanny is pleasurably moist and I am moving my finger smoothly between the lips of her vagina.
My left hand is now cupping her right, pvc covered, breast.
This is more for my pleasure than hers.
I am moving my fingers harder, faster now and I can feel her excitement rising.
Suddenly and quietly she orgasms, a gentle shudder letting me know my work is done.
I stand in front of her and take my erect penis from my unzipped trousers.
I lean my groin towards her face hoping that she will return the favour and this will be the day I receive a long awaited blow job.
She shakes her head and whispers, “ No. Sorry.”
Her hand action on my cock is smooth, fast and effective.
Eyes closed, I have my hands on the smooth rubbery shoulders of her raincoat.
She is enthusiastically and skillfully wanking my member with one hand, the other hand exploring, caressing, tickling between my legs causing me to shiver with anticipation.
Mindful of where we are, I suppress a gasp of relief as I ejaculate in a rapturous explosion.
I open my eyes and see that she, prepared as ever, has caught my cum in a tissue.
She stands up.
I wrap my arms around her waist, inside her gleaming raincoat, and pull her naked body against mine.
We kiss and then listen to make sure the coast is clear.
Hearing no sound, I open the door and leave the cubicle.
Behind me she is fastening the mac.
She goes to the wash basin to wash her hands.
Just as I reach for the door handle I am startled as the door opens.
An elderly lady carrying multiple shopping bags pushes her way in.
I am panicking, mumbling,
“I have come in the wrong place.”
The woman glances at my wife at the sink , then turns to me.
“Och, it disnae matter if you've come in the wrong place son , as long as you've cum,” she chuckles.
I can hear her, still laughing, as the door closes behind her.
The toilet door opens and my very embarrassed wife appears, her mackintosh fully buttoned and belted.
I take her hand.
“Lets go home,” I say. “ And don't forget you’re due a spanking."