"Melissa" Part 2. Reunion: The Second Time Around

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"Melissa" Part 2. Reunion: The Second Time Around
by Dr. P

Three years after our breakup, her second marriage hadn't worked out, and "Melissa" contacted me. Actually, she had her daughter call me, to find out how I felt about her. I told her daughter that I missed her terribly and would love to see her again. Her daughter gave me her phone number and I called her immediately. We got back together after several pleasant dinner dates, and resumed our sexual relationship.

This time, our "wet" relationship would be very different from what it had been previously. I was much more relaxed and laid back than I had been, having experienced three very "dry" years. I would have been grateful for any "wet" favors at all from her. I had to admit that I was still in love with her, even after our abrupt separation, and the long time we had spent apart.

If we were to get back together, I knew that I would eventually have "bathroom privileges" when she was ready, so I didn't emphasize it, or even talk about it, particularly. I also think she started our second time around much more tolerant of "my fantasy", as we called it, too. She may have become aware that there were worse things in the world than "perverse," but basically harmless sexual tastes, like mine, which didn't require her to do anything that she wasn't doing anyway, but just to tolerate my presence, in her private, intimate moments, when she peed.

In our only initial conversation about my "bathroom privileges," she said that while my fantasy didn't turn her on, it really didn't bother her very much, either. And she knew how much I loved watching her do it, although she still didn't understand why. But she said she would no longer announce her intention to go to the bathroom to pee, but would simply go, and leave the door open. It was up to me to follow her, if I was interested. She was very firm about that, and I readily agreed.

The first time I was to stay overnight with her, when we got back together, turned out to be more exciting than I anticipated, actually quite spectacular. We had a romantic dinner, alone in her home, and had already undressed for bed, when she suddenly disappeared. I suspected she had gone to the bathroom, since she hadn't peed all night. She hadn't announced it, or invited me, as she had told me she wouldn't, so I hurried toward the bathroom, hoping I wasn't too late. As I approached it, I could hear her sexy hissing piss, and its tinkle in the toilet, and my heart sank, thinking I had missed everything. But I could see that she was sitting on the toilet, still peeing, with the door wide open and her legs completely relaxed, with her thighs a couple of inches apart. So I walked quickly into the bathroom.

Seeing that her legs were open was a huge contrast to my memory of her previous peeing style, with her thighs pressed together as tightly as possible, revealing nothing, but the fronts of her lovely, kissable thighs. I was a little surprised at this change, but totally delighted, of course. As I entered the bathroom, I immediately noticed that her stream was wetting her left upper inner thigh, as I remembered happening on rare occasions, in the past. Her quick and silent trip to the bathroom indicated that her bladder was probably full, and I could see that she was more than a little anxious. This was the first time that we had shared a bathroom, in more than three years.

When I walked in and looked between her legs, her stream spurted forward suddenly, spraying her left inner thigh, all the way to her knee. She sat still, and just let it happen, making no attempt to shift position or redirect her stream. As she continued peeing, her stream kept on wetting her upper inner thigh for a while, then shifted to the space between her legs, and eventually went directly into the bowl. She let it all happen, with me watching every dribble and sprinkle, with rapt attention. I need not have worried that I would miss anything, because she had held her pee all evening, and she continued to pee for a very long time. When she finally finished, she looked up at me and down at her leg, smiled and locked eyes with me, saying, "Looks like I didn't do such a good job, and I need some help," with a wicked grin, and a wink, as she spread her legs wide, and handed me some tissues.

I took the tissues from her hand, but licked her wet thigh "dry," first, then dabbed at her pussy and bum with tissue, while she was still on the toilet, leaving myself a few drops to lick from her slit, when we got to bed. I licked her to what she said was a fantastic orgasm, her first, in several years, after she humped my mouth and squeezed my face tightly between her thighs. (We called this a "moustache ride," after some novelty T-shirts which were popular, at the time.)

I was completely aware of her problems with conventional sex, from our previous relationship. She had had a very necessary hysterectomy in her late twenties, so she had problems with lubrication, in her forties and fifties. So my "moustache rides" were usually her favorite form of sex. I loved giving them to her at least as much as she enjoyed receiving them, maybe more. Very intimate, for me.

I was more than happy to get off on her legs, as I had often done when we were together, previously. She had developed some very imaginative tricks to get me off, like squeezing my cock between her legs, and moving them like she was on a bicycle. She could do this in bed, with her legs dry, or with them wet and slippery, sitting on the toilet. She took care of me in bed, that night, using her calves, and I squirted my cum all over her legs. She said,

"You gave me a bath! And it's nice and warm, too," with a big smile, as we wiped up with a towel.

We fell asleep in each other's arms, both very happy and satisfied.

We woke up the next morning, feeling very mellow and happy. It was a Saturday, so we had lots of time. She doesn't usually need to pee when she wakes up, in the morning; it takes a cup or two of coffee to get her going. So she made a pot of coffee for us, and we sat and talked. She was wearing a very short nightgown, which she knew I loved. It was like a mini dress, only covering her to the bottom of her bum cheeks, leaving her lovely legs completely bare, below them. I was thrilled, watching her get up to pour more coffee into our cups, while I looked at, and sometimes caressed her lovely legs, keeping my hands slightly below the hem of her nightie.

Having finished the pot of coffee, we finally decided to go somewhere for breakfast, or brunch, and got up from the table, to get dressed.

By that time, after several cups of coffee, I knew from previous experience, that she probably needed to pee. She stood up, and headed straight for the bathroom, with me close behind her. She sat on the toilet hastily, with her legs open and relaxed, but not too far apart, maybe an inch or two, and lifted her short nightie, wrapping it high around her waist, giving me an unobstructed view of her slit and thighs. I noticed that she had no panties on, under the nightie, and commented,

"Ooh! No panties! I'm surprised, and I love that! Wish I had known about that earlier! Having coffee with you would have been even more exciting."

"Why are you surprised? I almost never wear panties under this nightie, when I'm with you. You should have run your hands a little further up my legs, and found out for yourself! (Wink and smile) I know you like to look at me, and I like it when you do. And I like it even better, when you touch me, and feel my legs. If you don't pay attention to what I'm wearing, you miss out on a lot! I don't need panties, as long as we're alone together. And when I have to pee, it makes it much faster and easier, as you can see, and you get a much better view, without any panties in the way! (Wicked smile and a wink.)

With that, her pee sprayed out of her slit, suddenly, wetting her right thigh, all the way to her knee, in an instant! It was a complete surprise to me, and also to her, since it almost never wets her right leg, when it gets out of control. I guess she had underestimated how badly she needed to "go," and may still have been a little nervous, with me there. I also remembered that she had not spread her lips open, before she started peeing, as she usually does, and I realized that I must have distracted her, with my comment on her absent panties.

She stopped peeing momentarily, and shifted position, then let it go again, spraying her left thigh, this time. She relaxed a little, and it moved closer to the center, between her legs, but still wet her thighs a little, because she had to go so bad, and it was sprinkling, uncontrollably. She peed for a very long time, just letting her stream go wherever it wanted to. I was ecstatic, enjoying watching every bit of this, and I told her how incredibly hot she was, and how this was the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life! She just smiled, and looked at me quizzically.

When she finally finished peeing, she spread her legs wide, for me to wipe her. Both of her inner thighs were covered with little pee dribbles, from her pussy, all the way to her knees. I couldn't resist diving between them and licking as many of the drops as I could from her thighs, while she was still sitting on the toilet. She finally suggested that we move to the bed, where we could be more comfortable.

But she said she didn't want to drip on the floor, walking back to the bedroom. So I wiped her as much as I could, while she was still on the toilet, and caught the backs of her legs and bum, when she stood up. Then I picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom with her legs pressed together, so she wouldn't drip, and I licked her inner thighs and pussy, on the bed, bringing her to a huge orgasm, in which she squeezed my face tightly between her thighs, again.

We were feeling very close and intimate, that morning, after our big reunion, in the afterglow of our lovemaking. We went out for brunch, as we had planned, to celebrate, and continued to talk about our past and present relationship, in intimate detail, as well as what might be ahead, for us.

She said, "I'm curious about something, have been for many years, and wanted to ask you about it."

"I have no secrets from you, and I'll answer you as best I can.".

She asked, "Why does seeing my legs get wet when I go turn you on so much?"

"I think it goes all the way back to when I was a little kid, in grade school. I looked up a girl's skirt when she came back from the bathroom, and saw pee dribbles on her thighs. For some reason, I was intensely excited to see those little drops, and very curious about how her legs got wet. I fantasized and tried to guess how her pee came out, and how she was sitting, when it happened, and I carried that image around in my head, for years. For a long time, I wondered if other girls' legs got wet when they peed, and I am still curious about that, to this day. That's why I asked you if your legs got wet, and it was a huge thrill for me to see it actually happen with you, while I was watching you do it. It was literally like having a very favorite, old fantasy come true, for me. That's why I was so interested in your peeing styles, too."

"Well, I'm so glad I was able to give you such a thrill, and fulfill a long-time fantasy for you, with something so simple, which happens to me more often than I would like. You asked me several times if my legs get wet when I go, so I knew you were very interested in that, for many years. But I never could figure out why. Having my legs get wet is just a nuisance for me, and it's messy, as you can see, with more places to wipe. I can't always control it; it just happens, sometimes, as you just saw. It's one of the things that goes with being a female, I guess. I never thought it was sexy, but now I can see why you do. You may see it happen more often, if you start coming to see me, again." (Wicked smile and a wink.)

"You can definitely count on that! I wish I could stay with you all the time. I hate to miss out on your bathroom trips."

She explained, further, "I actually like to relax, and let my legs open naturally, as far as my panties will let them, when I go, just to keep them dry. And I hate doing it when I'm wearing pantyhose, because they squeeze my legs too close together, and they usually get wet, unless I take the time to slip my hose down below my knees, so I can spread my legs further apart. I am usually in such a hurry, and have to go so bad, that I don't have time to do that."

"Well, now that we're back together, you'll have me to help you with the cleanup. It's incredibly sexy when you just let it happen, like you did last night, and this morning."

"To tell you the truth, I didn't know if you were still interested in me, or how I do it, after all of these years, and I wanted to see your reaction. But I was extremely nervous when you came into the bathroom, especially that first time, last night, and a little bit, this morning. That's probably why it went everywhere, and my legs got so wet. When I felt it starting to wet my leg, last night, I was worried that seeing it get wet might turn you off, because it was so messy. I had to go so bad that I couldn't stop to change my position, to keep my legs dry. So I just let it happen, knowing I would get the answer to my question. I'm glad to see that you're as interested and turned on, as you ever were. I don't want you to get bored, just watching me do it the same old way, all the time." (Wicked little smile.)

"No danger of that," I said. "Watching you pee on your leg is the sexiest thing I can imagine, and seeing you do it the same way every day is still exciting to me, every time you do it. It's the intimacy that turns me on. And I love how it sounds and smells, too." (Naughty wink from me.)

"You're really weird! So you like my hiss, too?" she said with a grin.

"Yep. Love it! Only women hiss. And your hiss is very sexy. I think I could recognize you by listening to your hiss, even if I couldn't see you."

"I'm glad you're still so interested in me."

On my next visit, a couple of weeks later, she thanked me for being so gentle with her and making it so easy to get back into a sexual relationship, which she wanted and needed. She said that her second husband "wasn't much into sex," which was frustrating for her, and he had left her for another woman, which was devastating to her pride. With this open, honest conversation, we felt very much like we could again be friends and lovers, for the foreseeable future. It was a very good feeling.

I was very surprised at the change in her peeing style, when we got back together, as compared to her previous style. For seven years, I had believed that she preferred to pee with her legs pressed close together, because she was either shy, or modest, even if she risked getting them wet. When we got back together, she let me see that she really likes to let her legs open comfortably, leaving about an inch or two of space between her upper thighs, at the very least. To prevent spraying when she starts peeing, she usually spreads her lips momentarily with her fingers, and then allows them to relax to their normal position, before she lets her pee come out. I think this is cute and sexy. She doesn't hold her lips open while she pees, as some women do, because I don't think she likes getting her fingers wet. She always shakes the dribbles off of her fingers quickly, when they do get wet.

It was my turn to ask her an intimate question. I finally got up the courage to ask her why she had changed her peeing style from the way she always did it in the past, sitting with her legs pressed tightly together, to spreading her legs a little, now, so I could see her stream. She said that she hadn't changed it, except for me, when I was watching her.

She told me that my previous attitude, and my "pushing it a lot" had made her uncomfortable and unwilling to let me see all that I wanted to see, like how her pee actually came out, which she knew I wanted to see, most of all. My attitude had made her more than a little bit resentful toward me. So she had kept her legs together, as much as she could, when I was with her in the bathroom, to keep me from getting everything I wanted.

She said that I seemed totally different toward her now, relaxed and laid back, very loving and appreciative of her, and everything she did for me. So she was willing to share her intimate secrets with me, and let me see whatever I wanted to see. I was a little surprised to hear that my attitude had caused so much resentment and anger in her, but very relieved and gratified to hear that resentment was gone. At that moment, I resolved to always respect her wishes, from that time on.

I also asked her about her former habit of running tap water to cover the sounds of her peeing, when we first got together. She denied this completely, saying she was only running the water to get it warm, for washing her hands afterward. I still don't believe this.

So although I thought I knew her well, including everything about her peeing styles, I really knew very little about her feelings and attitudes, and reactions to my desires. It turned out that if I had been more relaxed and patient, she would have been willing to show me a lot more, during our previous relationship.

Although I loved her "new" (to me) peeing style, sitting with her legs more open, I still wanted to see her squat, as she sometimes does, over public toilets. I had vivid memories of how incredibly sexy she looked, doing that, in our past time together, years previously. One night, she seemed like she was in a relaxed, permissive, and amorous mood, so I begged her to squat, when I followed her into the bathroom, to watch her pee.

"That's kind of hard for me to do. It puts a lot of strain on my legs, and I don't want to get the seat wet, either. That can make a mess. How about if I do it like I do it outside, behind a bush? You haven't seen me do that for a long time."

"I've never seen you do that, and I'd love to see how you do it! Can you do it here?"

"You've seen me do it, at least once, when I showed you, outside, a long time ago. You must have forgotten. Maybe you were so drunk that you blacked it out. You had been drinking a lot, on that day, as I remember. Of course, I can do it here! Just watch me, this time!"

I was trying to remember how she did it outdoors, as she got ready to show me, using the toilet. I thought that she might adopt a very modest pose, as she does, when sitting or squatting over toilets. I wondered how she could show me an outdoor pose, on the toilet. I was now sure that I had never seen her do it outdoors, and didn't think I would be able to see very much. No wonder I had forgotten.

But I was very wrong about all of that, to my immense surprise and delight. She put the toilet seat up, pulled up her skirt, and held it out of the way. I helped her take her panties all the way off from both of her legs, as she asked. Then she straddled the bowl, bent her knees slightly in a very high squat, still basically standing, and spread her legs as wide apart as she could, turning her feet outward, facing me. Not at all the modest, demure pose I had expected, but very brave, open, and wanton, almost showing off. Big surprise to me, because it was so different from her other, very reserved peeing styles. She started to pee a nice, neat, single stream, arcing into the bowl in front of her, looking me in the eye, and smiling proudly, showing me her skill.

She looked incredibly sexy, even more open and erotic than in her usual toilet squat, which I loved so much. I certainly would have remembered her doing this, if I had ever seen her do it before, I thought. Maybe I really was that drunk, that time. I wondered momentarily whether she actually did it this way, "behind a bush," outdoors. But she seemed to know exactly what she was doing, and had obviously done this more than once, before. Then she stopped peeing, and pointed to a small, secondary rivulet, which was running down her left, upper, inner thigh, and bum cheek.

"That little stream always gets my leg wet, when I do it this way. It runs all the way down my leg to my ankle, unless I wipe it. And I have to wipe it while I'm still going, or stop and start again, which is hard to do. I can feel it, and see it running down my leg, right now."

She grabbed a piece of t.p., folded it into a pad, and wiped her inner thigh and bum cheek, still holding her skirt up, with her other hand. Then she asked,

"Can you help me wipe my leg while I go, so it doesn't get all wet? I have to keep my skirt out of the way, with both hands, so it doesn't get wet. You could help me a lot."

"I'd love to!" I said, as I took the pad of t.p. in my hand. I couldn't wait to help, and was very excited.

She started peeing again, and I continued to wipe the little dribble off of her leg for her, as it started running down, keeping her leg a lot drier than usual, as she continued to pee. I was surprised, thrilled, and absolutely delighted to be able to actually help her pee, and when she finished, I told her it was the most incredibly sexy thing I had ever seen or done, in my entire life. She said,

"I've showed you this before."

"Maybe. But you didn't ask me to help you wipe, before. I would have remembered doing that!"

Then I helped her wipe her lips, legs, and bum, took her to bed, and licked her to a fantastic orgasm. She squeezed my face so hard with her thighs, that she took my breath away, for a moment.

Fortunately, "Melissa" and I never actually broke up, the second time around. Our relationship continued, very happily for more than three years, some of the best times we ever had together. Then I retired, and she ended up working as head cashier, on the graveyard shift, at a major retail store, for several years. So it was almost impossible for us to see each other. She retired, a few years later, and I didn't find my way into the high desert very often, after that. We have stayed in touch, mostly by phone and snail mail, all the way into the present time, and remain basically Platonic friends, although we have talked about seeing one another again, romantically, if the opportunity arises. We still have very open, and occasionally erotic phone conversations, which sometimes mention bathrooms! So there is hope for us!

Dr. P