"Melissa" Part 3. The Big Easy, and Other True Short Stories

[Dr.P 1,458]

"Melissa" Part 3: The Big Easy and Other True Short Stories
by Dr. P

The first of these describes a 5 or 6 day trip, which took place in the early '80's, in the Spring, long after Mardi Gras, probably in May. My partner was "Melissa" my girlfriend, of the time, who became a long-term friend and lover, over more than 10 years. This trip did a lot to make our relationship closer and more intimate. It happened during our earlier relationship ("Melissa" Part 1), probably about two years after we originally got together, well before our second time together, after her re-marriage and second divorce. I pulled this out to tell as a separate story, because a lot of significant events, which brought us closer, and made our relationship better, happened on it. But it was not part of the normal activities of our relationship, since we rarely traveled long distances together.

At that time, she was a petite, slender lady, with dark hair, green eyes, very smooth skin, and naturally very sparse pubic hair. She was the lady who was so "pee shy", when I met her, that she ran tap water to cover her pee sounds, whenever she peed, behind closed and locked doors. It took over a year for me to get very limited "bathroom privileges", with her. At the time we took this trip, we had been sharing the bathroom for less than a year, although we had been sleeping together for almost 2 years.

She would allow me to come in the bathroom with her, and watch her pee, but she always tried to keep her thighs close together, so I couldn't see much, if anything. She did enjoy being wiped and licked, afterward, though. I had induced her to let me see her "hover" or squat over the toilet, on one or two occasions, when she was in a good mood, and more than a little drunk. I had gotten her to open her legs, just enough so I could see her stream, on maybe a dozen occasions, at that point in our relationship. She was always reluctant to let me watch her pee come out, which was frustrating, to me.

Although I gave her ample opportunity, leaving the door wide open whenever I peed, she showed absolutely no interest. In fact she would usually act embarrassed, backing away, with an apology. So she was tolerating what we came to call "my fantasy" fairly reluctantly. All that changed on this trip.

This started as a business trip. I was to give a technical presentation in Florida, for the large company for which I worked. Due to some weirdness in airline pricing and scheduling of the time, it was cheaper for the company if I stopped en route in New Orleans, rather than flying direct. Of course, I had to pick up my own expenses in New Orleans. No problem. Although "Melissa" was born and raised in the Deep South, she had never been to New Orleans, and really wanted to go. Of course I would take her.

The flight went from LAX to Dallas-Ft. Worth, to New Orleans. "Melissa" refused to use the toilets on board the airplane. I've forgotten her reasons, but this was her first airplane flight, in her life. So she was very uncomfortable by the time we reached DFW. We had cocktails and lunch on the plane, and I sat with my hand between her thighs, at her request (she was wearing black, long pants, over pantyhose) for most of the flight.

About a half hour out of DFW, she moved my hand on her upper thigh into her groin, pressed her legs together, and told me to keep it there and rub her pussy outside her clothes, so she wouldn't wet her pants. This desperation, and her sharing it so openly with me, was very uncharacteristic of her. I did as she requested, very happily. I loved having this very intimate connection with her, actually helping her avoid wetting her pants. When we stopped in DFW, I didn't know if she would be able to stand up and walk off the plane to the Ladies' room on land. Luckily, there was a Ladies' room very near the gate. She dashed for it and made it, keeping her pants completely dry.

The layover in DFW was about 3 hours, so I reminded her to pee again, before we got on the plane to New Orleans. She did. We hit some stormy weather, and were delayed about a half hour in the air, before arriving in New Orleans. This time, no problem. But by the time we got our luggage and a taxi to our hotel, she was desperate again. I had my hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy, for the entire cab ride. We got to the hotel, and checked in. She stood beside me with her legs tightly crossed for the whole time, while I was checking us in. As we rode up to our floor, alone together in the elevator, she put my hand between her legs again, and clamped them tightly together, as we stood there. We got off the elevator and dashed to the room.

We went in the room, entered the bathroom, and I helped her quickly pull her pants and pantyhose all the way down, well below her knees. She sat on the toilet with her thighs open a couple of inches, for a change, so I could see as much as I wanted to, and immediately began to pee like a racehorse, hissing and spraying, abandoning her usual modesty and reticence. After watching this spectacular show, I was delighted to help her wipe her pussy and catch some dribbles on her inner thighs, too. Even the toilet seat caught a few drops, because of her desperation and uncontrolled spraying, from a very full bladder. Afterward, I helped her get all the way out of her pants and pantyhose, carried her to the bed, and licked her to a nice orgasm. A delicious start to our time in The Big Easy.

We spent the next few days in a delightful setting. Our hotel was just outside the French Quarter, within easy walking distance. We spent the days walking from bars to restaurants to music halls to gift shops, drinking "Hurricanes", a potent, but thirst quenching local concoction. Since we were both into "Blue Grass" and country music, as well as drinking, we had a blast! And any time we needed to pee, we simply walked back to our hotel and peed together. "Melissa" seemed to lose all her inhibitions, on this trip. She now willingly opened her legs when she peed, and let me see anything I wanted to see.

One afternoon, we went back to the room for a nap. We made slow, sensuous love, then fell asleep for an hour or two. When we awoke, we both had to pee. We walked to the bathroom together, totally nude. When we got to the bathroom, she said she wanted to do something different this time. I was delighted to try anything, so I asked what she had in mind. She told me to sit down on the toilet. I did as she instructed. Then she straddled my legs and sat on my lap, facing me. She scooted forward, until our bellies and genitals touched, then hugged me, rubbing her lovely breasts against my bare chest.

Suddenly, I felt her delightfully warm pee, first as a gentle sprinkle, then a hot gush, all over my cock and balls. I wanted to see it, so I tried to lean back and look. But she held me tighter, saying,

"You don't need to see, this time. Just feel how nice and warm it is!"

I gave up and followed her advice. My cock apparently liked its golden shower, springing to attention at once. When she finished, she grabbed my cock, arose briefly, and impaled her pussy on it. We screwed right there on the toilet! When we were done, we stood up, and she held my cock as I peed, for the very first time!

On another afternoon, we had been drinking quite a bit, so we went back to the room, just for a private pee, together. This time, she sat down first, as usual, and spread her legs, extremely wide apart, scooting forward a bit on the seat. She told me to kneel down, get my cock out, and put it between her legs. She wanted us to pee together, simultaneously, on the same toilet. I was more than delighted. Too much so, in fact. My cock found out about the plan, and sprang to rigid attention, so I couldn't pee. She was very patient. She understood my problem. She told me not to look at her. (How could I tear my eyes away?!) Then she ran some warm water in the washbowl, took my hand, and put it in the water, laughing all the time, reminding me of this technique for encouraging small kids to urinate on demand.

This did the trick. My muscles finally released a nice stream between her legs. She started peeing too, moving so that our streams mingled, with her peeing on my dick, as I peed on her pussy. She laughed, warning me not to complain if she did not taste and smell as fresh as usual when I ate her pussy that night. "Just remember it's all your fault," she said, with a big, wicked grin. "After all, it's your fantasy!"

Needless to say, this was a whole side of her personality I had never seen before. She had taught me two things that had never occurred to "Lisa" or me, in our wet and wild three years together. I wondered where she had gotten these wonderfully wicked ideas. She wouldn't say, claiming she understood my fantasies, and just didn't want me to get bored, with the same thing, all the time. I was overwhelmed, with lust, love, and gratitude, and our whole relationship took on a new dimension, from that time on.

Other True Short Stories of My Times with "Melissa"
by Dr. P

Here is another little true story on the details of how "Melissa" came to introduce me to a very intimate form of pee sex, sort of a golden shower during/following intercourse. This happened on one of my regular visits to her, during our second time around, ("Melissa" Part 2) but it was unusual for us, so I pulled it out, separately.

This night started, pretty much as usual. We had a private, romantic dinner at her house, followed by watching a movie on the VCR. Then, we undressed for bed, and I followed her into the bathroom, for a nice, pee session (just watching, on my part). But I was able to get her to forego wiping, for a change, since she told me we would have an extra thick towel under us, on top of the bed. She had put it there, ahead of time. (Hmm... Wonder what was going on in her mind? I was soon to find out!) We hit the bed, and with a few precious drops of her golden nectar, running down her legs, as my reward, I gave her a better than average "moustache ride" that night. Following this, we got it together, for some plain, old fashioned, "missionary style" sex, which she said she was in the mood for.

Although this was always good, when she wanted to do it, she seemed much warmer and wetter than usual, that night, and had no discomfort when I entered her. I wondered what had turned her on so much. Hmm... This was VERY, VERY GOOD! We came together, in quite a mind-blowing orgasm! I stayed in her, still half hard, as we caught our breath. Finally, she smiled, looked up at me, and said,

"Well, did you like it?"

"Oh, my God, YES, YES! You know I loved it!"

"I mean, did you feel it?"

"Of course, I felt it, Sweetheart, it was FANTASTIC!"

"I mean, do you know what I did?"

Suddenly, my lust-fogged brain cleared, momentarily, and I realized what she had done!

"You didn't!" I said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh, yes I did!"

"God, that was beautiful!" I said, kissing her neck (She didn't like her own scent in my beard, afterward, so she never let me kiss her on the mouth, at those times.)

"Now do you want to feel something really warm, and nice?" Cute, wicked little smile. I thought I knew what she meant to do, at this point.

"Sure would!"

"Is that towel still under us, real good?" (She absolutely hated messing up the bed, or getting anything wet.) I checked the towel, with my left hand.

"Just like before!" I said truthfully.

Suddenly, I felt this warm wetness, bathing my cock and balls, while I was still in her! It just went on, and on, completely silent, no hiss, or gush. Just this warm, wetness washing over me. I started getting hard again, and began thrusting, just as she finished peeing. We went at it, and both of us came again, for the second time, in about a half hour. Pretty impressive, for us, since we were both in our early to mid 50's, at the time. We finally collapsed, caught our breath, and moved apart. I volunteered to get up, and put the large, wet towel in the bathtub, so it could be washed the next day. I went back to bed, and we fell asleep in each other's arms, totally satisfied.

The lesson of this story is that partners who are not initially into WS may still teach the rest of us some very delightful things. So we should never underestimate the fresh imagination of a partner, no matter how inhibited they may seem, in the beginning.

A couple of years after I retired, I stopped to see her on my way back to L.A., on a drive from the Midwest, on family business. She met me at the door, wearing an outfit which looked like a dress, but was actually culottes, or something similar. It was fairly short, and showed her legs off very well, which she knew I loved. She made us dinner, and we made out on her couch, just like we had done when we were together, two years before. She got up to pee and go to bed, and I followed her toward the bathroom, as I had previously. She seemed perfectly comfortable with that, and welcomed my presence, even taking my hand to bring me into the bathroom with her, fairly quickly. Not a trace of reluctance, or embarrassment, although I guessed that she really needed to go, urgently. She acted like we had never been apart, and this was part of our natural relationship, as it had been, for so many years.

She said, "I have to "go" pretty bad," as we entered the bathroom. She looked deeply into my eyes, dropped my hand, and quickly got her clothes open, up, and out of the way in the back, sat down hurriedly, and started peeing immediately, with a loud, sexy hiss. But her clothes formed a tent over her knees, so I couldn't watch her pee from the front, and I couldn't see anything from the back or side, either, because her clothes were in the way. I was a little disappointed. While she was peeing, she told me how intimate and romantic it was to have me in the bathroom with her again, even if I couldn't see anything. I kissed her on the mouth, while she was still peeing, and she kissed me back, very affectionately.

After she finished peeing, she lifted up her clothes from the side, and raised her left thigh, to show me quite a few dribbles on her upper thighs and bum. She said,

"Looks like I didn't do such a good job, and could use some help," as she handed me the toilet paper, just like when we were together, looking into my eyes, and smiling.

She really was fairly wet. I wiped her thighs and bum carefully, with a big smile, and we kissed again. I stayed and slept with her that night, but we couldn't make love, because some medications she was taking were upsetting her stomach, making her a little queasy.

Fortunately, I have been able to see her, as a semi-Platonic friend, and talk with her on the phone, quite a few times, since then. In our recent conversations, she seems very willing to talk about her bathroom habits and experiences, at the rehab. facility, where she is recovering from a broken hip, even though we haven't shared a bathroom in nearly twenty years. I really hope that I get to see her again, when she completes her physical therapy.

Dr. P

 

[Guest UnabashedUser]

Up to your usual high standards of writing, amigo.  Great work, induced a tremendous hardon.  

 

[Dr.P 1,458]

UnabashedUser, Thanks much. Glad you liked it. Part 3 has a lot more sex and variety in it, than the first two parts.

[Pissdrinker 871]

Thus is brilliant writing and thanks for sharing both the erotic and personal details. Melissa seems like a lovely lady to know. 

LOL at ‘Moustache ride’ 😂 

[speedy3471 10,631]

Awesome writing Dr.p. Melissa seems like a awesome women. Thanks for sharing, very hot story 

[Dr.P 1,458]

Pissdrinker, peeingone, and speedy3471:

Thanks guys. Glad you enjoyed it. "Moustache Ride" was a fun label on some novelty T-shirts in the late '70's and early '80's, in several forms, in the States. There were several variations on the text, "Moustache Rides 5¢" "Moustache Rides Free," and one even added "No Fat Chicks" as a second line. I think I had all of the variations. The graphic above the text was an artist's conception of a long, moustache of the Sixties, with a beautiful, nude girl, in the center, legs spread wide. Sometimes the moustache looked more like an eagle's wings, than a moustache.

And yes, "Melissa" was, and remains a lovely and awesome woman. I still talk to her on the phone, and hope to visit her again, some day soon. As you could see in Parts 1 and 2, it took a long time to loosen her up, but she was well worth the time and effort. She got a T-shirt for herself, which said "Champion Moustache Rider," with a similar graphic. We would both wear our T-shirts, when we were together. Her story was one of the last true stories that I have, readily available, but I hope to write more, either real, or fictional. You guys are a great audience, and I appreciate your support.

 

Edited July 25, 2019 by Dr.P
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[speedy3471 10,631]

Your very welcome. I for one enjoy reading about your experiences