Her New Style: Day 1

[Dr.P 1,474]

Her New Style: Day 1
By Dr. P

I called her, as I had been doing, fairly regularly, over the past two months. We had been "wet" lovers and good friends, for more than ten years, in a time long past. We had been forced apart by circumstances, but we were still strongly attracted to one another, and had never broken up.

She had recently broken her hip, in a fall, but had successful surgery, and had spent about 6 weeks in a rehabilitation facility. She told me that the facility was about to release her, to go home, to the house she shared with her adult son, within the week. But her son was out of the area, and would be gone, for another week, beyond that time. Although she was officially recovered, she still needed someone to help her and care for her, in the house. "Could I do that, and would I be interested?" was her question. Her extended family all had other commitments, and couldn't take a full week, out of their busy lives.

"We'd have the house to ourselves, for a whole week, and we can do anything we want to," she said, "with complete privacy."

"I would love that!" I replied. "What kind of help and care do you need?"

"Oh, I get around all right, using my walker, but I mainly need help, in the bathroom. You used to love following me into the bathroom, and helping me, as I remember, when we were together. I wondered if you were still interested in me, and in that?"

"I never lost interest in you, or in what you used to do, in the bathroom. I still have beautiful, sexy memories of the intimate times we shared there. Does your left leg still get wet, when your stream goes sideways? I loved seeing that, when you let it happen, while I was watching. It's one of my favorite memories of you"

"Yes, my leg still gets wet, just about every time I go, now. But a lot more gets wet than that! My peeing has changed a lot, since then. It comes out different, now. I'll show you everything you want to see, if you come up, and stay with me."

"You've got it," I said. "When do you want me up there?"

"They said they will let me out, on Saturday afternoon. It would be good if you could pick me up from the rehab. facility, because I can't drive."

"Fair enough. I can't wait to see you!"

So I drove to the facility on Saturday, and picked her up, along with her spare clothing and her walker. We hugged and kissed, at the exit to the facility. She told them I was her long-time boyfriend, and they released her to me. I drove her to her house, and brought everything inside.

"I have to go real bad," she said. "I've been holding it since this morning. You better come with me. I need your help!"

I followed her to the bathroom, as she asked, and helped her get her walker out of her way, at the toilet, as she stood in front of it. I loosened her pants, and pulled them and her panties down to just above her knees, as I remembered was her usual custom, from our past times together.

"You better pull them all the way down to my ankles, or they'll get wet," she warned. "Sorry I wore pants today. I wanted to wear a skirt, because it would make this much easier, and I know you love to look at, and feel my legs. But I didn't have any skirts at the rehab. place. I have them here, and I'll change."

I was surprised, but did as she requested. Her thighs were smooth, and as lovely as I remembered them being, and her pussy, with its sparse hair, was a temptation. I was about to kiss her lovely slit and upper thighs when some pee spurted forward from her slit. I caught her spurt in my mouth, and licked her lips.

"You better help me sit down so I can go, or you're going to get awfully wet! Once it starts to spray, I can't stop it.Take my hands, and ease me down on the seat. This toilet is too low for me."

"I'll check around for a disabled booster seat for you, tomorrow."

I took her hands, and helped her lower herself onto the seat, slowly and gently. She scooted her bum to the back of the seat, and opened her thighs much wider than I remembered her doing, in the past. Then she bent forward slightly, at her hips, which I also didn't remember from the past. I knelt in front of her, with my chin on the seat, between her knees, as I had done so many times in the past, for the best view of her peeing.

"You better move back, or you're going to get wet," she warned.

"I'd love that!" I said, but I moved back, anyway.

"Ready?" she said.

"Yep," I replied. And she started to pee.

It came out horizontally, from between her lips, as a powerful, flat spray, with a loud hiss. It sprayed her inner thighs and the front of the seat, with fine, stray drops, and it even shot under the seat, wetting the front rim of the bowl, the calves of her legs, and the floor, in front of the toilet. She leaned forward a little more, and her spray finally stayed in the toilet. In the past, I remembered her stream as being round, and well controlled, coming out of her vulva at about 30 degrees below the horizontal, rarely getting anything wet, except, possibly, her left thigh, on rare occasions.

"Wow! That's incredibly sexy!" I said, as I watched intently.

"I don't think it's sexy! It's just messy!" She replied, as her stream continued to sprinkle, and wet her legs.

Finally, it slowed to a trickle, between her thighs, and stopped, eventually. I dove between them and began licking the little drops from them. She relaxed, opened her legs, and allowed me to lick her freely, as I wanted to. My tongue eventually arrived at her slit. She suggested that we move to the bedroom, for comfort, at that point. So we removed her pants and panties from around her ankles. Her pants had gotten some wet spots. I stood up and gave her my hands, pulling her up, and off of the toilet. We got her walker, and ended up on the bed, with me licking her wet slit to a strong orgasm. She squeezed my face with her lovely thighs, and said,.

"I haven't had one of these in years," as we lay in each other's arms.

"Glad you liked it. I think I liked it even more than you did. You look and taste really good. I've missed you a lot. When did your pee start coming out like that?" I asked.

"I think it was several years ago, after another operation that I had, in that area. I don't know what they did, but it has come out like that, ever since. It's very messy, and a huge nuisance, as you can see. It doesn't spray quite as much, when I don't have to go so bad, so I don't always get so wet."

"I know it's messy, but I think it's SO sexy! While we're here together, we'll have to try out some different ways for you to pee, which won't be nearly as messy. And don't worry, I'll clean up the toilet and the floor. Did you ask the doctors about this? Did they give you any help?"

"I did ask them, although I was very embarrassed to tell them what was happening. But they weren't much help. One of them told me to try peeing standing up, which I don't think I can do. Another one told me to bend forward, until I can touch the floor in front of me, with my hands, while sitting on the toilet. I can't do that, either, and it would be very uncomfortable. Another one told me to just keep my legs together, and bend forward a little. I tried that, but my legs and the seat got all wet. My pee even formed a little puddle between my legs, right where it comes out!"

"I would love to have seen that!"

"You will, if you want to. I'll show you everything. We'll have plenty of time and privacy."

We got up and dressed. I helped her put on a skirt, and she looked as lovely and sexy, as I remembered her from when I had seen her last, probably ten years before. We ordered take out for dinner. I mixed us drinks, and we had some wine to celebrate our reunion, then had coffee, after dinner.

She had to pee again, right after our dinner and drinks. I moved her walker out of her way, while she stood in front of the toilet. She lifted her skirt up as high as she could, gathering it around her waist, well out of the way. I pulled her panties all the way down to her ankles, took her hands, and helped her ease down, onto the seat. She opened her thighs and spread her lips, with her fingers, as I remembered her doing, in the past, then allowed them to relax, as she bent forward a little, at her hips, with her bum back as far as possible, on the seat. Her stream came out straight forward and horizontal again, only spraying a little, this time, and it did not reach the seat, in front of her. Nice, sexy hiss, though, and lots of sprinkles, leaving dribbles on her thighs.

"Not quite such a mess, this time, but my legs are still awfully wet."

"No worries. I'll lick them dry for you, if you'll spread them a little bit."

"OK, but you'll have to wipe my bum, and the backs of my legs, and probably the seat, too, with toilet paper."

"Will do," I said, as I licked my way up her inner thighs, from her knees to her slit, where she suggested that we move to the bedroom. I wiped the seat, her bum, and the backs of her legs, but left some dribbles on her lips, for me to lick. We made our way to the bedroom, where I finished licking her lips, bringing her to another orgasm. We relaxed for a little while, then decided to watch some TV, in the living room.

"Help me change into my nightie, since we're not going out anymore, tonight, OK?"

"Glad to help."

She handed me a nightie, which was exactly like the ones she had worn, in the past, when we were together. It was the length of a mini-dress, just barely covering the cheeks of her bum, when she was standing up. I helped her get her clothes off, except for her panties, and put it on.

"I'd take my panties off too, but sometimes I leak a little, and I don't want to get the furniture wet or stained."

"Very lovely! My god you look beautiful! Your legs are as sexy as ever!" I said as I caressed them, from her calves to her bum.

"Thanks. Glad you like them so much. Have you had your eyes checked lately? I'm old, and I don't think I look that good, at all."

"As a matter of fact I have had my eyes checked. Had cataract surgery, and my sight is as good as when I was much younger. So you really do look good!"

We watched TV for a couple of hours, and decided to go to bed. Of course, we had to pee. I went first, and she actually held my cock and aimed it, which she had rarely done in the past.

She lifted her brief nightie, and wrapped it around her waist. I took her hands and helped her sit down, then pulled her panties down to her ankles, as I had done before. She moved her bum to the back of the seat, but this time, she pressed her thighs tightly together, rather than keeping them open, as she had done, previously. Then she leaned forward slightly, from her hips.

"You wanted to see how that jerk doctor told me to pee, and I thought I'd show you, since I don't have many clothes on, to get wet."

"Yes, I'd love to watch you do that!" I said, as I rested my chin on her knees.

"You're OK with your face there, on my knees. I don't think you'll get wet, unless you want to. Ready?"

"Yep."

I soon heard a muffled hiss, coming from between her thighs, and a tinkle in the water of the toilet. I moved forward slightly, burying my face in her lovely thighs. I could smell her warm pee, and hear the "shshsh" sound it made, as it wet her inner thighs. Then I noticed a puddle forming, in the triangle formed by her upper thighs and lower belly, wetting her sparse hair, above her vulva. I moved in, and began lapping up her pee from the puddle. She opened her legs slightly, and the puddle drained down her thighs, and into the toilet. I continued to lick the fronts of her wet upper thighs, where the puddle had been, as her stream gradually weakened and stopped. She spread her legs wide open, to show me how wet she was, with her thighs totally soaked from her vulva, almost all the way to her knees.

"Lucky I never tried this with my clothes on. I would have had to change everything, and I would have been SO embarrassed, if I was in a public place."

"True. Very bad advice. But it sure gives me a lot to lick. You're delicious, and I love it!" I said, as I began licking her thighs.

She allowed me to lick her for a while, then suggested that we wipe up, and go to bed, where we could be comfortable. I agreed, and began helping her wipe. In addition to her legs and bum, the seat was totally wet, as she had told me, from her previous experience.

We went to bed, and slept soundly, in each other's arms, knowing that we still had the better part of a week, to spend together, and might also see each other, after that.

Epilogue: This fictional story is based on a long-time girlfriend of mine, with whom I am still in touch, and hope to see, soon. I have written, and plan to post true memoirs of my experiences with her, in the near future. I may also post fictional stories of successive days of this encounter of this couple, as ...Day 2, etc., if there is interest.

I want to thank Audrey81 for the specific inspiration for this fictional story, which arose from her question about women pissing over/through the toilet seat, and Jayne78, for her discussion of that same question, on June 22 and June 24, in the Pee Talk and Questions Forum.

 

[spywareonya 37,962]

@Dr.P

A bit long to read, but majestically crafted.

Kisses!!!

[Dr.P 1,474]

spywareonya,

Thank you so much for the honest feedback. I appreciate it very much. If I write and post sequels, they will be more brief and concise, since the scenario has been set, in this story. xo

 

[Peefreak99 3,722]

Good writing

[spywareonya 37,962]

10 hours ago, Dr.P said:

spywareonya,

Thank you so much for the honest feedback. I appreciate it very much. If I write and post sequels, they will be more brief and concise, since the scenario has been set, in this story. xo

 

Perfect

 

 

38 minutes ago, Peefreak99 said:

Good writing

Yes, it was what caught my attention. He writes in a very elegant and clear way, to the point I suppose he has experiences in this field. There's some kind of "you know what" in how you entangles the reader.

Edited July 2, 2019 by spywareonya

[Dr.P 1,474]

spywareonya and Peefreak99,

Thank you for your kind, and very supportive words. As you speculate, I do have experiences in this field, which I draw upon, heavily, in my writings. I am "writing what I know," as the adage says, but I am still curious, looking for new experiences, and people who share my interest.

I was born into a much earlier generation than many of you, on this board, and I was fortunate enough to be romantically involved with at least 4 or 5 ladies, over a lifetime, who cooperated with my enjoyment of this fetish, to some degree. I have written very truthful memoirs about most of them, and posted them in the Real Pee Stories section of this site, in 2017. I have also written about the lady of this story, which explains why the details are so real, but I haven't yet posted that memoir. I plan to post it soon.

Thanks again, for your kind support,
Dr. P