A continuation of my jogging neighbor fantasy

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I’d driven by it daily for a couple of years.  The house on the corner with blue trim and a wood rail fence.  I never knew the young woman who knocked on my door and peed on my carpet lived there.  For weeks after our naughty moments together, I’d tried to think of a reason to stop.  Finally, one day after work, I was feeling adventurous and had to pee.  I decided, fuck it, I’m going to stop and knock on her door.  The same way she did to mine.  

I parked and got out.  I walked to the door and knocked.   I got no answer, and was disappointed. Plus, I was really needing to pee pretty badly. Just when I was about to turn around and leave, the young lady appeared from around the corner of the house. She had been in the back.  She was wearing a two-piece beige string bikini swimsuit.  She walked up to me and said, “I was wondering if you were ever going to come over. I was in the back by the pool. Why don’t you come on back and have something cold to drink.”

She took my hand and lead me around the corner and through the gate of a privacy fence to a very nice covered porch area next to a swimming pool.  Under the cover of the porch, in the shade, was a glass table with chairs around it and a small bar with a few stools in front of it, and a small refrigerator.  She told me to have a seat and, with a devilish grin, asked what I wanted to drink. I returned her devilish grin and  told her, “I already need to pee, that is why I stopped.”

“Oh, I figured that.   But you are going to drink more for me. You really don’t look like you need to go bad enough yet, to me” she says.  She walked to the small refrigerator sitting next to the bar, and she bent over with her perfect ass pointed right at me, making sure I noticed. She grabbed two bottles of water and put them both on the table in front of me.  She whispered into my ear, “Drink up” and I drank the first bottle in two long drinks. 

She sat down and we introduced ourselves. She told me her name was Kelli. We talked about what each other did for a living for just a brief few moments. We learned that we were both single and shared a few common interests. I topped off the last bottle and as I did, she picked up a scrunchie from off of the table.  She pulled her hair up into a ponytail on back of the top of the her head.  

As she finished doing it she asked, “Are you ready? Do you need to piss?”  Then her eyes narrowed and that mischievous smile came back and she added, “ Do you want to piss?”  I gave her a pretty enthusiastic yes and she said, “OK, you get the same deal here that I got at your house. You are going to piss for me, but I am the one that is going to get to come this time.” Then she pointed at the glass table.  “I want you to piss on my table.”

I stood up, thankful that I was going to finally get some relief. When I began to unzip my pants however, she grabbed my hand and stopped me.  She walked behind me and pushed me closer to the table.  

“Closer.  I want IT ALL on the table” were her orders.  So, I stood between two of the chairs only about a foot from the table. What she did next was not only a surprise but incredible turn on.  Again, shooting me the devilish grin, she took her hands to her hips and pulled on the ties of the strings on her bikini bottoms. They fell to the floor exposing her perfectly shaved pussy.  I began to unzip my pants, but with one hand she again and stopped me and with the other she untied the bikini top behind her back.

“Not so fast” she said and removed the top.  “I’m going to do that.”  Then, she swung one of her legs onto the chair next to me so that she was in front of me, also facing the table.  With on foot on the ground, one foot hiked up in the chair and her ass resting against my belly, she reached between her legs and unzipped my pants. Any other time, I would’ve been rock hard if she had tried to fish my cock out of my pants. But I really had to pee by now so it wasn’t even half hard and came out of my pants easily for her.  

More instructions. “I’m going to hold your dick.  I want you to hold me tightly against you while you piss on my table. Squeeze me. I mean it. Tight.” I pulled her tightly against me, both of my arms wrapped around her midsection.  It was a joy to have her naked body against me, even though I was clothed.   With one of her hands holding my dick below and between her legs and her other hand rubbing her clitoris only inches above my cock, she began encouraging me to pee.  “Piss for me.  I’m ready.  Let me have it.  Now.”  

The first few drops of pee escaped me and I felt her tense up a little.  “Squeeze me!” she demanded.   I tightened my grip on her body.  A short, strong blast of pee splattered onto the table and she gasped just a little. “That’s it.  More” she begged.  I pushed a little harder and got a decent stream flowing across her table out from underneath her. Once the stream was consistent and she knew that I no longer had the ability to stop it, she used the hand that she was holding my cock with to smash it up against her pussy. 

I’ve never felt anything like that before. I was holding this beautiful woman’s body tightly against me.  I could feel her pussy resting on the top of my cock and her hand was beneath it smashing them together...the wonderful relief of my piss pulsing against her hand. She was using her other hand to rub herself.   Then more surprises. She stopped rubbing her pussy long enough to hold her hand in the stream of piss for just a split moment. With a small puddle of my piss in her palm she began to rub it on her breasts.  She then returned her hand to the stream and then back to rubbing her clitoris. Her table was almost completely  covered with my pee.  

She again took her hand  off of herself and dipped her first two fingers into the stream.  I almost couldn’t believe it when she brought those two fingers to her mouth and sucked on them for just one second.  “Mmm” she whimpered as she put them back down into the stream again.  This time, she used her wet fingers to encircle her rockhard nipples.  She filled her palm one last time and rubbed it all across her breasts again and then grabbed my lower hand and forced it between her legs.  

She used two of her fingers to guide my middle finger inside of her.  She growled at me through clenched teeth “Squueeeeze me!!!” I squeezed her as tightly as I thought could without hurting her.   Piss was now running off the sides of her table onto the concrete floor.  Then she took her hand off of my hand and her pussy, reached around  behind my head and pulled my head down as she turned her head so our lips could meet.   She kissed me very hard and I could taste my piss on her breath. 

As I squirted the last few blasts onto her table, I felt her begin to shudder.  I felt a release of wetness as she came into my hand and down onto my now spent cock.   She fell completely limp into my arms. She had no weight on her feet at all.  She was quivering all over and I had all of her bodyweight in my arms. I just held her there until she got steady on her feet. I let go of her slowly and she just bent forward on the table,  and just lied there on her stomach in the mess we created, breathing heavily and trying to catch her breath.  

I put my hands on the table on either side of her and leaned over her and gently kissed the back of her neck for just a few wonderful moments. It was exquisite.  Now that my bladder was empty and I had recovered some, I had become completely and fully erect.  I stood up and helped her back to her feet.  She looked down at my erection, then looked up at me and said,  “Wow. Too bad you don’t get to have an orgasm here today.”  Then, she shot me that devilish grin one last time and pulled my head down so she could whisper into my ear “but now that the scoreboard is tied and we know where each other live.....” then she playfully slapped my cock with her open hand and she kissed my cheek and winked at me.   

She then turned and dove into her pool.   When she surfaced, she waved at me and dove back under.   I struggled to get my erection in my pants and zipped up.   I giggled like a school boy as I awkwardly walked to my car to drive home.  I thought to myself how I couldn’t wait for her to go on another jog.  



Edited May 3, 2019 by HammerheadPilot