Rebecca 04

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“Three cups?”

He seemed surprised.

“No look they are only small, better make it four.”

“Four, are you sure? Can you drink that many?”

“Of course. It is only what happens at the other end that stops me. For a change, I don’t mind it happening! The more the better. Yes, make it four. That should do the trick & pretty quickly, if I am not surprised!”

He seemed to be amazed by my matter of fact approach as we settled down at the window bar.

 

“So how did you meet Maria?”

“At Marlene’s Wedding. Her family were old friends of Adrian‘s family.”

“Love at first sight, was it?”

“Sort of. She was small, dark and very attractive. I only said a couple of words to her, but somehow I knew she was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I had to wait until they came back from their Honeymoon to get her phone number. It took me weeks to get enough courage to call her.”

I smiled, he obviously hadn’t changed much.

“She didn’t have a steady boyfriend, I found that out. I was scared that she would say no. Anyway, when I did, she had remembered me straight away and was quite willing to go out with me. I was so relieved. She was from a very strict Catholic family and I wasn’t sure if her Mother would approve of me.”

“Did she?”

“No, but Maria said not to worry, she doesn’t approve of any of her boyfriends so why should I be the exception. The main thing was that we got along okay. She told me that after the wedding she had hoped I would call. She felt the same as me, that I was the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.”

“A match made in heaven?”

“Yes it was. I can honestly say that I have never doubted the decision I made to marry her for a moment. If I was asked to design a partner for myself, it would be her.”

“Oh! That’s is really nice.”

 

“Right from the start we got along really well. I felt really comfortable with her.”

“You had discovered your interest by then. What did she say when you told her?”

“Well I didn’t, not straight away. Well, not until after we were married.”

“What, she didn’t know? That was a bit mean wasn’t it letting her find that out after she had committed herself for life!”

“I would have given it up if she had wanted me to. It’s just that, well I just couldn’t find the right time and I didn’t want to lose her.”

“I still think it was a bit mean not warning her what she was getting herself into. So I take it you didn’t do anything like that before you got married?”

“I used to listen to her sometimes, if I got the chance, but no, we didn’t do anything like that.”

“Do you mind me asking, was she a virgin bride?”

“No.”

“Really? Good Catholic girl?”

“What will surprise you even more it was at her instigation. I hadn’t expected  her to want to go that far and was happy not to push it. Her mother made very sure that there were no chances in their house. I was living at home with my folks, so chances there were not great either. Eventually, after we had been going together for six months or so, Maria ‘arranged’ for me to be in their house alone with her and unlikely to be disturbed!”

“What, she just hit on you? Do you really expect me to believe that!”

“Believe what you like. I was never allowed into her bedroom, well not as far as her mother was concerned. She was the one who led me up the stairs that afternoon! We had done a bit of touching, when we got the chance, but I never expected her to let me go all the way.”

“Was it your first time?”

“No. I had got with two, …… no, …… three other girl friends, but somehow this was right, from the very beginning.”

“Were you her first?”

“I don’t know. She has never said and I have never asked. It doesn’t seem that important, we are perfect together. I couldn’t imagine anything better! She once told me that I was the best lover in the whole world! Strange as it may sound, that part of our relationship just gets better and better.”

 

“So how long were you married before she found out what you are really like?”

He looked suitably ashamed.

“It was over a year! I was going to tell her on the Honeymoon, but it was so romantic that I didn’t want to risk spoiling anything. Then, I don’t know, time just seemed to drift by. We only had a small flat and the Toilet was in the bathroom. I found myself spying on her when she was going. I couldn‘t help it! I used to find excuses to go in there while she was doing wees. Not that it did me any good, she stopped straight away and covered up. After a while she was starting to get more and more annoyed with me but I couldn‘t stop myself. I thought she might get the idea without me having to ask her outright but things only went from bad to worse.”

“How did you ask her?”

“It was after we moved into our own home. Everything was going well, she was as happy as she could be & we were very close. I got a promotion at work, we got a better car & we were trying for our first child, it seemed like the perfect time to ask her. I decided to cook a really special dinner. Maria doesn’t drink much, but she does like a few wines with dinner and can get quite merry. I thought this might help a bit to get her in the mood for what I was going to propose. The first time I chickened out, couldn‘t bring myself to ask her. I sat there the whole evening, trying to summons up the courage but in the end the night just disappeared. I think she might have been wondering why I had done it & thought I was up to something, which I had been but couldn’t go through with it. The second time she was completely relaxed and not really expecting anything.”

“What happened?”

“Well we had our Entrée and Main Course, then Dessert & were talking together the whole time and I had plenty of chances, but just kept putting it off. I couldn’t find the words & I could see the night drifting away again. It was while we were having our coffees  she stood up and said she was just off to the toilet. This was the ideal opportunity & I decided if I didn’t do it now, I probably never would.”

“Like you have just done to me?”

He looked sheepish.

“My throat went completely dry & I could hardly speak. I was so scared, quite literally trembling. At first when I tried to speak, nothing came out. Maria asked me what was wrong. Finally I managed it & forget exactly what I stammered but it was something like ‘Can I come too‘. At first she just laughed and said ‘Sure‘ but it must have been the look on my face. She stopped. I felt terrible. I suddenly wished I hadn’t said anything. I almost said I was just joking, but it was too late now, I couldn’t turn back the clock, she knew I meant it.”

 

“What did she say?”

“I got the distinct feeling she wasn’t all that surprised. She asked me why. I just said I was curious what she looked like & wanted to watch her going. She asked if that was why I was always hanging round when she went to the Toilet. I didn’t say anything, it was pretty obvious. She said that I had already seen her heaps of times & I said I wanted to see her properly. She said it was private and I shouldn’t ask her. I started to feel really guilty, but I had come this far so I figured I had nothing to lose. I told her that I knew that I was asking a lot, but I just wanted to be able to watch her properly. She hesitated for a moment and then asked me exactly what I wanted her to do. I said I wanted to watch in between her legs as she was going. Straight away she said no, that she would feel too embarrassed. I pointed out that she did far worse when were making love. She said that was different. I asked if she minded if I just came in with her and sat on the bath & watched her. Once again she said she would feel really embarrassed. I started to plead with her. She thought for a while & then said I couldn’t come with her that night but that she would think about it & get back to me.”

“That‘s a good way of getting round it.”

“No! Maria is not like that! If she says she is going to think about it she does & gets back to me!”

I felt suitably told off.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean …….. “

“You don’t know her. That’s one thing I have always admired about her. It may take her a while, two weeks this time if I remember rightly, but she always does, tells me what her decision is & why.”

I was quiet & let him go on.

 

“That’s the other thing I really like about her, she always gives me plenty of warning & picks a time when we won’t be disturbed. It was a Sunday morning just before she went to church. She told me she was ready & would discuss it with me that night. We couldn’t have discussed it before then because she was going round to her parents in the afternoon. She didn’t say anything while we were having dinner but after we went into the lounge & sat down. She said she couldn’t talk to her mother about it as they had never been able to discuss anything to do with sex or her body & she knew if she had told her she would just tell her to leave me. It wasn’t something she felt she could talking about with her girlfriends so she didn’t know who to turn to. I knew she had made an appointment to see the Priest because it was written on the calendar.”

“Did she? I thought that sort of thing was in the past.”

“Oh no. From when I first met her she regular went to the Priest about our relationship & marriage. When she was growing up her mother used to send her rather than discuss things with her herself but she has changed & doesn’t go to see the Priest at all these days for some reason & never goes Church.”

 

“She said she wanted to work it out face to face with me. That’s when all of the questions started.”

“I bet!”

“Why, that was the big one. I told her I didn’t know, it was just something I was curious about. She seemed to be happy with that. Then there was the ‘how long’ & ‘who else had I watched‘, more or less what I had expected. I didn’t tell her about the video night that started it all, and I said that my curiosity had began just before I met her, but I was reasonably open and honest about everything else. I could feel a huge weight coming off my shoulders as we talked & such a relief to finally get it out in the open. She asked me if there was anything else she should know. I thought about it for a few moments and then decided to come clean. I told her all about my video collection. I had about 60 at the time & kept them locked in a cupboard in the shed. She told me she had wondered what was in there. What came as a real shock to me was that she was curious & asked to see one. I told her they weren’t really suitable to show a woman, parts of them were pretty crude, but she insisted.”

“So she actually watched one?”

“Yes.”

“How was she?”
“Really good. Some of the ones I have are pretty disgusting, but that tends to go with the territory so I made sure the one I showed her just a collection of girls going naturally, on the Toilet or squatting outside.”

“And she wasn’t upset?”

“No not at all. After a few minutes I suggested I turn it off now she had the idea but she insisted I leave it on & watched it all the way through.”

“You must have been pleased?”

“I was & surprised as well.”

 

“What did she say?”

“Nothing much, just thanked me for sharing it with her.”

“Really? Was that all?”

“Yes. She wanted to know all about them, how many I had, where I get them, when did I buy the last one & when I watched them. I admitted I had been buying them behind her back since we had been married & thought she would be angry with me but she wasn’t. She looks after the finances & is very good at it. We wouldn’t have what we have today if it weren’t for her. That’s when she said I could have an allowance each month to keep my collection up to date. You could have knocked me down with a feather. She also said I didn’t have to wait until she was out to watch them just as long as I kept them locked away when I had finished.”

“You were lucky, most women won’t have porn in the house.”

“I must admit her attitude towards them was most unexpected. Here I had been rushing round to get them out of the player & hidden away when she came home but I didn’t have to anymore. Since then she has let me buy a video editing machine so I can take all the bits I want off the tapes & copy them on the other tapes. I ended up with 12 three hour tapes of just weeing.”

“36 hours of peeing? When do you get time to watch them?”

“In the evenings mainly after she has gone to bed. She put money aside & when I got my own computer at home I have put everything onto that. Instead of buying videos I now download everything I need from the Internet. She lets me have one site a month so I do the rounds of them all to keep me up to date. I still have my collection, but they are all on files these days.”

“Don’t you get tired of watching women peeing for hours on end?”

He blushed.

“No not yet.”

I shook my head in amazement.

 

“What happened then?”

“She was very shy but told me she had thought a lot about it & because I am her husband & she loves me so much she had decided to let me come with her sometimes when she needed to wee. After discussing it she agreed I could watch her once a week on Sunday night. I was hoping she would have let me once a day so was a bit disappointed but at least it was something. I hoped that maybe once she got used to me being there she might let me come with her a little more often. She said she was ready then if I wanted to come & started off down to the bathroom so I followed. When she got to the door she told me to wait there and went in, pulling the door closed to behind her. A minute or so later she called out that I could come in. She was sitting upright on the Toilet with her skirt just above her knees & had her eyes pressed tightly closed. I sat down on the edge of the bath in front of her. She had her legs parted a little but not really all that much. It seemed like an age but it was probably only three or four minutes before I finally heard her trickle start. It lasted about thirty seconds or so. The whole time she never moved or opened her eyes. She felt across and tore off some toilet paper. I thought she was going to wipe herself in front of me, but she hesitated. She told me I could go now and to close the door properly after me. I went back into the lounge. I hadn’t seen hardly anything just a glimpse of her stream from time to time but that was all. It was nearly ten minutes before I heard the toilet flush and eventually she came back and sat down.”

 

“How was she?”

“Pretty good really but very embarrassed. I thought she might have been upset with me, but if she was, she didn’t show it. She asked me if it was okay & if I was happy now & I said yes but it wasn‘t quite what I had been hoping for.”

“Peter she tried.”

He blushed & looked shame faced.

“I know, I know & I didn’t put any pressure on her because I knew she had done her best. I hoped in time I would get to see more although I knew I would never get to see what I wanted to see.”

“Her urethra?”

“Yes.”

“But you saw mine okay?”

“Yes I know, but she is very different to you. She is very big down there & hairy too, much hairier than you.”

“I trim a bit.”

“Yes I guessed that but she doesn’t. She is much hairier than most women, almost like a man. I don’t mind that but I wish she would trim at least. Even then it would still be very hard for me to see her properly because she is so big.”

“You should have been grateful. It sounds as though she put herself through a lot just to try & please you.”

He was looking suitable guilty so I didn’t push it any further.

“What did she do then?”

“That’s what was strange. She asked me if I was going to watch another one. I said I wouldn’t mind & she told me to go & get one & watched it with me again.”

“Did she?”

“Yes. She didn’t say much but after, once I had locked it back in the cupboard & we went to bed she certainly was in the mood. We ended up having a great night.”

“You were lucky. It sounds as though you are very fortunate to have someone as understanding as her.”

He looked ashamed again.

 

“Did she keep to her side of the bargain?”

“At first. She let me come with her every Sunday night but I always had to ask & each time it was exactly the same, she went in first & didn’t come out for a long time after. I asked her to open her legs wider & she did a bit but not enough for me to really see her. She was always funny about it & I felt really guilty for asking. After a while I asked if I could come with her more often & she said I could, Tuesday’s & Thursday’s, but nothing really changed she was always the same. Once we found out she was expecting that was it. She asked me to wait until after the baby was born. I did but she made me wait another month before letting me again. I thought the baby & having so many strangers seeing her that she might have changed, become a bit more open about it but she wasn‘t.”

“I take it you didn‘t go to the birth?”

“That was strange, she wanted me there, was almost insisted that I go so I did. She was fine with everyone being there, didn‘t seem to bother her at all, it’s just the weeing that seems to upset her. She always took so long to come out after & was always a bit funny, embarrassed & I knew she had been waiting for her shame to pass before facing me again. As much as I wanted to watch I never intended to upset her so I stopped asking. She has never mentioned it again.”

I could see his dilemma & my heart went out to him. Maria had tried her very best to please him but in the end he couldn’t put her through it any more. I felt satisfied that letting him watch me had been the right thing to do, not just for his sake but Maria’s as well. He had got to see what he had always longed to.

 

“I’m ready again.”

He had got into a sombre mood talking about Maria but now bucked up. We made our way over to the arcade. We had it to ourselves this time as we made our way to the Toilet. I slipped my pants down & off before tossing them to him again.

“How would you like me to go this time?”

“Dunno.”

I smiled. After all these years he finally gets someone to do what he wants but doesn’t know what to do with her.

“Would you like to watch from behind?”

“I don’t mind, just so long as I see you, that’s all.”

I suspected that was probably true. Lifting my skirt high above my waist, half squatting over the bowl facing the cistern, I felt his breath on the tops of my thighs & knew he was very close again.

“Ready?”

“Mm!”

I let go & immediately started pushing hard forcing my stream directly into the water. It was very noisy & sounded quite spectacular. Above the torrent I could hearing him breathing very heavily & felt it on the tops of my thighs the whole way through. I didn’t manage to fart this time not that I would have stopped myself but it would have been right in his face. My stream ran out quite quickly & there were only a few dribbles, a couple of which trickled down the inside of my legs. Now that my noise had stopped I could hear him breathing so hard he was almost growling.

 

Once again I stayed put & let him have a good long look. Taking some paper I dried myself & the insides of her legs. He moved back a little allowing me to turn & face him. He remained on his knees expecting another show & I made sure he wasn’t disappointed. He was very aroused, I could see it in his face. I was too & did everything I could to pretend I wasn’t, it was solely for his benefit you understand! It was nearly 5 minutes before I asked for my pants back & slipped them on teasing him again as I did.  I wondered if I had overdone it, pushed him too far because he looked fit to explode. So far, despite being so very close the whole time, he had shown no sign of touching me which only heightened my power over him. We wandered back through the arcade to McDonald’s.

“Do you like looking at my cunt?”

It was a dumb question, of course he did but I wanted to hear him say so.

“Mm! You don’t mind do you?”

“No of course not. You can look as much as you like. Is mine as nice as Maria’s?”

He was quiet for several moments & I wondered if reminding him had given him an attack of the guilt’s.

“I don’t know.”

I giggled.

“Being a bit diplomatic are we?”

“No, it’s just I have never seen her, not like you show me anyway. She is natural, you know, hairy, very hairy so I can’t see much. She doesn’t, well, open up for me. I only see her if she is getting changed & even then she keeps herself pretty well hidden.”

“So you are enjoying being able to look at me?”

“Yes of course.”

 

He bought me 4 more cups & I started drinking them.

“So am I only the second woman you have watched?”

He blushed instantly & I knew there had been another, or others.

“I don’t really want to talk about it, too embarrassing.”

“Surely you can tell me after what I have just done. Lucky for you I wasn’t embarrassed.”

He sat for a long time & then began speaking.

“I don’t know what got into my head, why I did it. Looking back I’m disgusted with myself.”

I waited hoping that wasn’t going to be it, he would tell me. He was quiet again before starting.

“For some reason I thought Pro’s, you know, because they let anyone go to bed with them, well they would be really open about that sort of thing.”

“But you were wrong?”

“I can believe I was so stupid!”

There was a lot of pain behind what he was saying so I kept quiet & didn’t try to tease of make fun of him.

“I still can’t believe I did what I did!”

 

He began.

“I had wanted to watch a girl, a woman I should say, going to the Toilet properly so much! It was just after & started work so I had money & bought a few videos. As much as I enjoyed them they only made me want to see the real thing more & more. It was before I met Maria, not that I would have asked her anyway & there was no one, no one I felt I could trust. It gnawed away at me. I thought of all sorts of things. I read in the paper about a man who had been caught hiding under a Toilet at a Rock Concert just so he could watch the girls weeing. I know this sounds sick but I was envious of him.”

He gave me a weak smile.

“I was so sure the girls at the Brothels wouldn’t mind. Even though they are not as obvious as they are today I knew of a couple & checked them out. My biggest worry was someone I knew would see me going in so I chose the one which was hidden away. Even then I hung around outside several times trying to get the courage to go in but couldn’t. Finally I got to the stage I was almost desperate & forced myself.”

He took a breath as if it was going to be difficult for him to carry on.

“A woman came over & asked me what sort of Lady I would like. I felt so ashamed. She bought out some & they were all over me but this wasn’t what I wanted at all. They seemed to realise & left me alone. The woman came back & asked how she could help. I think she knew I was feeling out of place there. I told her. The look she gave me as if there was something wrong with me. I thought, ‘How dare you! You’re nothing but a bloody whore’. She went away & one by one the girls came out again & stared at me. They knew what I had asked for & were looking down their noses at me. Sometimes they were together & whispered behind their hands. The looks they gave me! Bitches! I felt so disgusted with myself as if there was something really wrong with what I had asked.”

 

“Finally the woman came back & said ‘Tracy’ would do it but I would have to wait because she was with a client. I sat there for nearly an hour as men came & went. I was so scared someone I knew would come in. The other men were so relaxed & comfortable with the girls I envied them. Finally she appeared & told me to follow. I nearly didn’t. It had been quite an ordeal by then already & was about to get worse. We passed some of the other girls along the way & they gave me ‘the look’, obviously knew where she was taking me. The Toilet was small, dark, filthy & it stank. I felt dreadful. It made it seem so dirty, the whole thing. She took her pants down, sat with her legs quite close together so even if it had been light enough I don’t think I would seen much anyway. It was just a dribble lasting about 10 seconds & that was it. She wiped herself, pulled her pants up & charged me $150! It was my worse experience with weeing ever. The woman at the front said ‘Are you satisfied now?’ as I walked passed & I thought, ‘How dare you! It’s alright for you, you do it everyday & can watch yourself as much as you like!’ I could have died & have never went anywhere near a place like that again.”

 

He had become quite emotional & even now years later it still bought back bad memories for him. I regretted asking now but knew that after all he had been through I was giving him what he really needed at last.

“It must have been terrible for you.”

“It was.”

I reached over, took his hand & squeezing it.

“If it’s any consolation, I don’t think there is anything wrong with you.”

I wasn’t sure quite what made me say it but as I did I realised it was what I believed. He looked up at me.

“Do you mean that?”

“Yes, I really mean it & just to prove it we can start heading back when you are ready & I will let you watch me peeing again & I will open my legs as wide as you want me to so you can see as much as you want to.”

He was still quite upset by his recollections but I could see that it cheered him up.

 

Realising there was little point in asking him what he wanted, having handed over my pants for him to sniff I put the seat down.

“Want to see me squatting this time?”

That got a big smile. Hitching my skirt up, I stepped onto the seat & shuffled until I had my balance.

“Ready?”

Not being sure what would happen if I pushed, especially as he was very close again looking up at me, I let it trickle out in its own time. He still had the same delighted look on his face & didn’t seem disappointed I wasn’t pushing. On the plus side it lasted a very long time, nearly a minute again. Once I stopped dribbling, I wiped & waited for him to have his look, over 5 minutes this time before my legs stiffened up & I had to get down.

“Sorry I could go as hard that time.”

“That was great, really great, so natural, just the way I like it & it went on so long.”

He was enthusing so I knew no harm had been done. He hadn’t stood up so I guessed he wanted more & hoisted up my skirt & posed in various positions for him to get a good round view.

“Enjoying it?”

He blushed brightly.

“It’s alright, you are curious, that’s all. I don’t mind that.”

He did for a couple more minutes.

 

I gulped down the 4 cups.

“That should be enough now. How are we going for time?”

“About 45 minutes.”

“I should manage 2 more with a bit of luck. What say we go over to save time when I am ready.”

We made our way through the arcade & I did a bit of window shopping. I stopped at the Lingerie shop & peered in. He stood back as if he was embarrassed.

“What do you think of these?”

There was a featured display in the front which I quite liked. He stayed back.

“You can’t see from over there.”

He came over slowly obvious not comfortable at looking at women’s underwear.

“Do you like this one?”

He blushed & smiled but I could tell he didn’t.

“Well which one then.”

He had been looking over at the corner & his eyes kept going back there. It was a bight red underwear set with black lace, very sheer but pretty just the same.

“You like that one?”

He blushed.

“Typical male, likes his woman to dress up as a slut whether she is one or not.”

I had hit the nail on the head & he cowed away.

 

Seat up again I stood beside the bowl with one foot up & holding each side of my labia began peeing & directing it round the bowl.

“Peein’ like a Boy!”

He was enjoying it immensely. I varied the pressure & the angle for him to give as big a number of possibilities as I could. His face was right next to my leg & as I moved & swayed, brushed against him a few times. I didn’t flinch at all just carried on as if nothing had happened. It was as if he was too engrossed to notice the contact. After I had finished I waited again. There seemed to be no limit to his curiosity as he stared for 2 or 3 minutes after. Again I opened my labia so he could see inside me & moved again so he got better & different views. The whole time he had his face buried in the crotch of my pants & it still did little to mask his panting.

“Enough?”

He looked up & gave me a warm smile even though I could see how worked up he still was.

“Yes thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

 

We wandered out into the arcade.

“Have we got time for one more?”

“Just.”

“I won’t be long. Once I get started I can’t stop.”

“Will you be alright?”

“I think so. I might be up & down a bit during the night but I should be fine tomorrow.”

As I continued my window shopping I became aware of him watching me, studying, following my every move as if he couldn’t quite believe I was there. When I caught his eye I flashed a big smile & he gave me a warm one back. Barely 20 minutes had passed before I felt the pressure building up again.

“I’m ready.”

“That didn’t take long.”

“It’s starting to come through now.”

I gave him a cheeky smile. We made our way through to the Toilet. He still didn’t know what he wanted so I decided to go normally opening up just enough for him to see. My legs touched his face as I was going & I was careful to not give any impression it bothered me. I was happy for it to trickle away quite normally. He looked up at me a couple of times & had a most wonderful look on his face. He was really enjoying it, which was obvious. I wiped myself as soon as I was done & lifted my feet up onto the seat.

“One last look okay?”

He gave me such a lovely smile. I began opening for him & stretching so he got to see all. The minutes ticked by.

“How are you going for time? Can’t have you missing your train & getting into trouble with Maria.”

He had a quick glimpse at his watch before returning to me. I waited until he had decided it was time & moved away. I slipped my pants back on & we headed out into the arcade.

 

“I’ll come to the station with you if you like?”

He had such a lovely smile on his face as he’d had for the past hours.

“Are you sure?”

“It’s on my way.”

It wasn’t but I wasn’t about to let on. It had been a brilliant evening for me & I really didn’t want it to end. It had come as a surprise how much I’d enjoyed myself.

“I can’t thank you enough for what you have done for me tonight.”

“You’re welcome. It’s no big deal to me, I had to go anyway & I didn’t mind push it with the tea for you & your looking at me.”

“If you only knew how much I have wanted to see that, see a woman going normally.”

His voice was breaking but he held it. I felt a rush go through me. It was almost as if I had been waiting for a chance to show someone. The feeling of power was intoxicating & I had enjoyed as much as he had. We walked quietly as if it’s impact was still sinking in. He spoke first.

“Will I be able to watch you again sometime?”

“Yes. Peter there is just one thing.”

He looked worried.

“I would feel happier if you found me somewhere private to go.”

“I’m sorry I should have planned it a lot better.“

“That’s okay, you weren’t to know how it was going to work out any more than I did. It’s just that if we keep using Public Toilets sooner or later we will get caught & it might find its way back to someone who knows us.”

He nodded in acquiescence.

“You want to enjoy it don’t you, not always look over your shoulder the whole time?”

He was still nodding as the reality of what I said sunk in.

“I will make you a promise! If you find me somewhere private I will let you watch me again.”

“Do you mean that?”

“Yes! One thing I can tell you about myself is I never make promises I can’t or won’t keep.”

He seemed relieved.

“Thanks for thinking of the arcade tonight, it was very special, I will never forget it, ever.”

“You’re welcome.”

He smiled & nodded.

 

There were still a couple of minutes so we sat together on a brick fence.

“I can’t tell you how much this has meant to me.”

“I am beginning to understand.”

“I can’t believe what you have done for me.”

I was feeling warm & fuzzy.

“You’re welcome. It wasn’t a big thing for me, as I said I had to go anyway if you came with me or not. It was just a matter of getting used to you being there.”

“It was awesome just the same.”

It gave me a real buzz hearing him say it.

“I suppose.”

The pressure was there again & although I could have held on long enough to get to the Ladies in the Station I thought, ‘Why waste it’. There was a billboard just opposite & after a quickly check to see I wouldn’t be caught, hurried across & hid at the end in just enough light for him to see. He was looking towards the Station & hadn’t noticed me gone.

“Peter?”

He looked round. I kicked off my shoes, lifted my skirt up to my waist & started wetting my pants. A look of horror came over his face & he quickly looked up & down but there was no one coming. The look of horror was quickly replaced by a huge smile as he watched my pee splashing everywhere, running down my legs & making a big puddle around my feet. Pushing out the last few spurts I wriggled my bum to dislodge any last drips before dropping my skirt, collecting up my shoes & skipping back to him. He was shaking his head in delighted disbelief. I kissed him on the cheek.

“Call me.”

I scampered up the path leaving him still in shock & as I did two women came down towards the station & one said,

“Disgusting! You’d think he could have waited until he got to a Toilet!”

 

I had to stop on the way home but didn’t bother pulling my pants down, just wet them again as I stood beside the car & only just got in the door. Instead of heading down to the Toilet I made my way out onto the deck before wetting them again. I was wet from the waist down & reeked of pee. It wasn’t unpleasant I decided. In no mood to sleep, on too much of a high, light headed from my evening of debauchery, I opened a bottle of wine & took it out onto the deck.

“What a night!”

I said it out loud. I hadn’t had so much fun in years & got so horny as a result of it. I can’t believe what I have done, how complete unashamed I have been, a real exhibitionist but mostly how much I have enjoyed it. There was still the aftermath & as needed I wet, soaking myself. My hand found its way inside the wet pants & in no time I was soaring to orgasm, one, two, three wetting at will with complete disregard for where I was & what I was wearing. As I undressed before my shower I was surprised to find my bra was damp too, such was the extent of my constant wetting. I bundled it all up & put it in to soak. Fresh & clean I couldn’t resist not one, but a second body quivering orgasm before drifting off to sleep.

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@tinkles01, Great story! Carefully crafted, very well written, and totally believable! Thanks for posting! Hope to see more from you.

Dr.P