It started with a haircut

[Maclir 941]

This involves male desperation, and male and female desperation.

 

At the Salon

Friday Afternoon, November 12, 1999

I checked my watch, 4:30; time to call it a week.  I was leaving a bit early today; I had an appointment for my monthly haircut in fifteen minutes.  Angie, the hairdresser I had been seeing for about eighteen months had just moved to a new location; she had opened her own salon with a colleague, and I wanted to allow sufficient time to find the new place.  I shut down my computer, shoved the pile of papers and files that were sitting on my desk into a drawer, and walked out of my office, closing the door.

“Well, that’s it for the week,” I said to Michelle.  “Off to get a haircut before going home.”

“Oh,” Michelle said, “got a hot date over the weekend?”

We both knew that the chances of either of us having any sort of date, hot, warm or stone cold, was non-existent, but we liked to tease each other.  Michelle was not just my personal assistant, but the main project manager for the Y2K Impact Assessment contract.  She had been my right hand person ever since forming the company, and before that, she had been working with me closely ever since I started at the University, in 1976.  We had spent the last twenty-odd years flirting, but only once had we tried to take things further.  That time ended in complete disaster, so for the sake of our friendship, we kept things on a platonic level.  That didn’t stop us from teasing each other though, but it was Michelle who help keep me sane after Lisa’s death.

“The only date Will is likely to have,” I heard David’s voice from behind a partition,   “is with Mrs Palm and her five daughters.”

I had known David for years; we met at University, and worked together many times in the past.  Mind you, since he became a married man several years ago, he seemed to have forgotten what it was like to be without a “significant other”.

“You people in steady relationships shouldn’t gloat about it to us single people,” I said.  “Besides, I can still remember times when you asked me to set you up with any single women that I knew of; even if you have conveniently forgotten that.”

“You know,” Michelle said softly so only I could hear, “if you want a date, we could always try again.”

She leaned forward slightly, pulling her loose top down, giving me a perfect view of her breasts; at least, a view of the black bra covering her breasts.  I was initially skeptical of the “Friday casual” policy when it was introduced; most of the time I had meetings that required me to wear a business suit, but the other staff enjoyed the opportunity to dress down.  And I must admit, I enjoyed seeing Michelle in some of her casual outfits; she never dressed inappropriately, but she often found an opportunity to flash her breasts or panties when she knew only I could see.  Besides, on the days I did wear jeans and a casual shirt, like today, it was far more comfortable, particularly on these hot summer days.

The thought was rather tempting, and I smiled at her, licking my lips as I made a show of looking down her top.

“We both agreed that wouldn’t be a good idea,” I replied, “but thanks all the same.”

I held her hand, and kissed her lightly on the cheek.  We had gone out on a few dates several months ago, and it had not turned out to be all that successful.  For the sake of our professional relationship, and our friendship, we decided to keep things strictly non-sexual, although I knew Michelle still had desires for me.  As I still did for her; she was an attractive woman, smart and funny; but we didn’t want to jeopardize what we did have for maybe another night of not so great sex.

“I know Will,” she said wistfully.  “But, if you change your mind, I will be having a drink with some girlfriends down at the ‘Fortune of War’ pub a bit later.  You would be welcome to join us.”  She blew me a kiss as I started to leave.

“I will think about it, Michelle,” I replied.  “But I am not sure if I will join you.  You know how things are with us; besides, I value your friendship too much to risk that.”

“Well, next time we try something, we’ll skip the wine, I think,” she said, a reference to the one time we tried a date; we had foolishly drunk several bottles of wine over dinner.  Nerves, I guess, but as soon as I got into her bed, I fell asleep while she was in the bathroom getting ready.  Then, a few hours later, we both ended up kneeling around her toilet, throwing up.  As I has said, it probably wouldn’t be a good idea trying a date again.

“Have a good weekend, everyone, see you on Monday,” I called out to the office.  A chorus of “see ya’s” and “have a good weekend’s” accompanied me as I left the office suite, and pushed the elevator down button.

The location of Angie’s new salon wasn’t that far, about a block and a half away, and it took me less time to find the building than I thought.  Walking down the corridor, I checked the instructions.  Angie had said her new salon was right down the end of the hallway, past the elevators and opposite the stairwell.  ‘This must be it’, I thought; as I saw a fairly new sign ‘Classic Cutz’ above the doorway.  I pushed open the door, and a small bell attached to the doorjamb tinkled.

 “Oh, hi there Will,” Angie said, looking up from where she was doing an elderly woman’s hair.  “I’m running a bit late today, do you mind waiting?  I may be another thirty minutes or more, so I can reschedule you if you don’t have the time.  I called your office, but I had just missed you.”

“No, I am in no hurry,” I replied.  Work had finished for the day, and all I had ahead of me was another weekend by myself. “I don’t mind waiting.”

“OK, help yourself to the coffee and grab a chair”.

I liked going to Angie for my haircut; she knew how to cut and style my hair, keeping me looking presentable, and she was good fun too.  She didn’t have supermodel looks, but she wasn’t ugly; I guess just average good looking, not too fat, not too skinny.  We seemed to get on well, joking with each other while she shampooed and cut my hair, and more recently telling each other about our lives.  She had recently broken up from long-term relationships, her break-up more recent than mine – and not as emotionally devastating, I guessed.

Last month she was describing the new apartment she had just purchased, and I commented how it was a set of big changes for her - end of a relationship, new apartment, things like that.  That was when she told me she was leaving the salon she had been employed by for three years, and setting up one of her own with a professional colleague, and she hoped I would continue to see her at her new establishment.

The other reason why I liked her cutting my hair was the coffee she served.  There always was a fresh pot of hot, strong coffee, and normally the first thing she did was to get me a large cup. 

“Would you like a cup while I am here, Angie?” I asked, since it appeared she was by herself today.

“Yes, thanks Will, that would be great.  My cup is the large one with roses on it next to the coffee maker.  Just a dash of milk in it, please.”

I poured the two cups, gave Angie hers, and moved over to a vacant chair opposite from where she was doing the other lady’s hair.

“By yourself today, Angie?” I asked.

“Yes, Michael called in first thing to say he would be up at the hospital all day, James - his partner - was badly hurt in a car accident last night.  So it has just been me, and I have been run off my feet.  That’s why I’m running late,” she said, just when the phone rang, and she put down her scissors to answer it.

I picked up a dog-eared magazine, and lazily thumbed through it, sipping the coffee.

“That will definitely be the last call,” Angie sighed. “I will switch it over to the machine”.

Actually, there is one more reason why I enjoyed having Angie cut my hair; I had a strong suspicion she liked flirting with me.  On several occasions, while cutting my hair, she would let her breasts brush against my shoulders or arms, and on occasions when she was almost finished blow drying my hair, stand right behind me, and move in close so her breasts cradled my head.  Whenever I thought that she might me giving me signals, I quickly dismissed them, ‘What would she want with me?’ I would ask myself.
I returned to my skimming of the magazine, every so often looking in the mirror to look at Angie working, making sure she wasn’t noticing me watch her.  She was wearing a shortish denim skirt today, and it showed off her cute arse to advantage.  I had guessed she was about ten or twelve years younger than me, maybe in her mid to late twenties; I mean, a gentleman never asks a lady her age, does he?  But just from things she had told me about her life, like studying film at University, the number of years she had worked at the previous salon, things like that allows me to make what I thought was a reasonable estimate.

“I think I would like just a little more off the back,” the woman in the chair said.  Angie looked over at me and rolled her eyes in exasperation.

“Of course, Mrs. Molloy.  Perhaps another inch?”

I smiled back, and stood up to refill my coffee.  Already, more that the estimated thirty minutes had passed, and if the fussiness of ‘Mrs. Molloy’ was any indication, it would be another thirty minutes before my turn arrived.  All the more time to look at Angie, and see if I could detect any visible panty lines around her arse.  I continued my discreet observations, drinking my coffee and flicking through magazines.  Once when I looked up into the mirror to watch events behind me, Angie saw my face in the mirror and smiled at me, and I could have sworn she gave me a quick wink.

Finally, Mrs. Molloy was satisfied.  As she paid, Angie asked her, “Same time next week, Mrs. Molloy?”

“Yes, that will be fine, dear,” and she left the salon.

“God, I though the old battleaxe would never be happy,” Angie went over to the salon door, turned the “Open” sign around to display “Closed” and pulled the blind down over the glass pane in the door.  As she locked the door she said “No more interruptions today.  I really apologize for keeping you so late, Will.”

“That’s fine, Angie,” I replied. “I didn’t have any plans for tonight, anyway.  It’s nice to be around company.”

Angie flashed me a smile, and said, “OK, let’s get started.  Sit over here at the basin”.

This was one of my favourite parts of the whole process.  Angie would wash my hair, massaging the shampoo and conditioner into my scalp.  I would close my eyes and fantasize about her.  On more than one occasion the shampooing gave me a huge erection, causing a big bulge in my jeans, and I was sure she had noticed it then.  Each time after that she would spend as long as possible washing and massaging my hair and scalp, certainly it seemed longer that she would spend on other customers.  Not that I really objected, even though on more than one occasion I would worry that she would see the bulge in my pants.  I guess that is why I liked taking the last appointment of the day; there was no pressure on her to complete my hair quickly to serve her next client, and it was certainly worth far more than the price I paid for the haircut.

As I stood up to go to the sink, I realized that maybe I shouldn’t have drunk that second mug of coffee; my bladder felt uncomfortably full.  I was just about to ask if there was a bathroom handy, when she put the hand towel around my neck and led me towards the basin.  “I can hold on,” I thought.

I sat at the chair in front of the basin, laid my head back against the sink, and closed my eyes; Angie started talking about how crazy the day was without Michael there.

“I had to reschedule people, and everyone wanted to ring back to change their appointment time, it was just chaos.  I didn’t even have time for lunch,” she said.

I listened, making suitable “Uh huh” sounds, and let my mind wander as she soaped up my hair.  This was bliss.  I wondered if she was just as good as massaging the rest of my body, and imagined her rubbing her naked breasts up and down my back.  This was getting quiet arousing, and I could feel my prick start to swell. I just hoped it wasn’t too obvious.  As she moved around, several times I could feel the swell of her breast brush my shoulder.

Angie rinsed the shampoo off, and then started to massage the conditioner in.  Normally this is even more arousing that the shampoo, but the pressure from my bladder was now starting to get painful.  ‘I guess I will have to ask for the bathroom when she rinses my hair off.  Only another minute or two,’ I told myself.  I could also feel my prick swelling too - the combination of Angie’s massaging her breasts brushing against my shoulders, my previous fantasizing, and the full bladder was giving me quite a hard on.  I just hoped it wasn’t too obvious.  I could feel her thigh brush against my right leg as she massaged my scalp; I shifted my foot slightly so my leg pressed a little harder against hers, to see if she would shift.  No, she didn’t; she just moved slightly from side to side, her thigh rubbing against my jeans, and continued to talk about the new salon and her apartment.  ‘There is no way she cannot see the huge bulge in my pants,’ I thought, ‘she must be teasing me deliberately.’

Angie kept massaging, telling me about her new apartment.  “You really should see the view from the balcony, Will.  Mostly it is just of the surrounding buildings, by you can see through a gap over the park to the harbour.”

Normally, I would be in seventh heaven by now, but the need to pee was getting really urgent.  I realized that she had seen the bulge in my crotch, and probably wanted to see just how big it would get.  ‘Please,’ I thought to myself, ‘just hold on for another minute.’  I clenched the muscles around my prick and bladder as tight as I could, but this only caused my prick to swell more and push harder against the crotch of my jeans.  With my eyes closed, I couldn’t see my crotch, but I knew the bulge had to be so obvious to Angie.

“It’s important to massage this conditioner in really well”, she said, and somehow ‘accidentally’ brushed her breasts against my shoulders.

I tried to say something like ‘yes’, but only managed to let out a cross between a groan and a sigh.  “Besides, I am sure you enjoy this”, she said.

I could have sworn she was deliberately teasing me, getting me aroused to see what I would do.  If only I didn’t have this urgent desire to piss; I would ‘accidentally’ let a hand brush against her thigh.  ‘God’, I thought, ‘I can’t hold out much longer.  I can’t piss myself in front of her - I would just die.’  Finally, she started to rinse the conditioner out of my hair, and started to towel it dry.  The water was cool, and combined with the sound of running water; the need for me to empty my overfull bladder was almost uncontrollable.

“Angie, I have to use the bathroom...” I started to say, when the floodgates burst.

I looked down in horror - a large wet patch appeared around my crotch, growing with every second.  I felt Angie’s hands tighten on my shoulders, and she gave a little gasp.  All I could do was just stare at my jeans and the now large soaked area; I tried to say something but the only sounds I could make were deep groans of relief.  The piss continued to flood out around to my crotch, down my legs in two streams, and eventually to the floor where a yellow pool gathered.  I don’t think I had ever peed that much before in my life.  And all in front of the woman I had a secret crush on.  I was mortified.  Finally, I stopped peeing.  “I’m sorry . . . I just couldn’t hold it in . . . Oh God I’m so sorry Angie,” I stammered.

My face felt burning hot, what must she be thinking?  There is no way she would ask some pants-pissing fool to her apartment now.  I felt utter humiliation, sitting in my piss-soaked jeans, pools of my urine on the chair and floor; like I was some little kid that wasn’t toilet trained.

“Will, don’t worry, I guess I was partly my fault for keeping you so long and teasing you like I was doing,” Angie said.

She brushed a hand softly against my cheek and said softly, “I was teasing you too, enjoying myself seeing your reactions to what I was doing to you.  I’m sorry, that wasn’t professional of me, but...”

Her voice trailed off, leaving unsaid the fact that she was deliberately trying to arouse me, and seeing my prick get hard inside my jeans.

She continued, “I know what it’s like, that you can only hold on for so long.  Look, there is a clothes dryer in the back room, we can dry your jeans here, and then come home with me for dinner and I can wash them properly for you.  That’s the least I can do for the delay and now this.  Now let’s get those wet clothes off you.”

She moved around and knelt in front of me, and started to untie my shoelaces.  All I could do was look down at my soaked jeans and the puddle of piss on the floor.  “We can clean this up pretty quickly; besides, it’s not the first time something like this has happened.”

I looked at her, and gave a ‘thank you’ smile.  Her face seemed slightly flushed, and it looked like her nipples were slightly erect.  I wondered, had my ‘show’ turned her on a bit?  She knelt in front of me, and undid the laces of my shoes, pulling them and my socks off.  Even my socks were soaked.

“OK, out of those wet clothes,” she said.

Her face was directly in line with my crotch, still bulging slightly from my erection, and I could see her eyes looking at the wet denim clinging to it, outlining its shape.  How could I remove my jeans and undies without her seeing me?  Did the tip of her tongue just flick slightly across her lips?  She stood up, and turned around to grab a towel for me.  I stood, and started to unzip my jeans, and she held the towel in front of me, so I would have some privacy.  As I wriggled out of my soaked clothes, I glanced up and swore she was looking down at my erection.  I wrapped the towel around my waist, and she picked up my clothes, and took them to the drier in the back room.  There was a huge pool of piss on the chair and the floor.

“We can mop that up a bit later, Will”, she said, “Now let’s get back to your hair.”

She led me to her chair, and put a sheet around me.  At least that will hide my erection, I thought.  As she started to cut and trim my hair, she said, “Don’t be embarrassed about that Will, I really should have realized.  Besides, that happened to me earlier today.”

“What do you mean, Angie?” I asked.  The thought of her pissing her pants started to make my semi-hard prick swell again.

“As I said, I had been run off my feet all day, what with Michael away.  You know, just one customer after another, the phone never seeming to stop ringing, it was a real madhouse.  I didn’t have time to stop for lunch, just grabbing yet another coffee.  Well, it was getting close one o’clock, and I was doing this old guy’s hair.  A real fusspot, wanted more off here, something else there, trim his eyebrows, all that stuff.  I was really busting, as I hadn’t had a chance to take a pee break all morning, and I thought he would never be happy.  I mean, I couldn’t really put a hand between my legs and squeeze tight, and you try to stand cross-legged while cutting someone’s hair!  I really wanted put my hand against my crotch to hold it in.  I was squeezing my muscles so tight I could hardly breathe.  Maybe all the coffee was having its effect?”

“Yeah, I know about what effect your coffee has.  Have you been loading it up with a diuretic or something?  I swear those cups went straight through me”, I said.

Angie laughed, “I think there must be something to that; I can tell you, my back teeth were practically swimming, I was that full of piss.  Even now I still feel full!”

“Well, finally he was satisfied, and as I went to ring up the sale at the register, I couldn’t hold it - I peed a bit in my panties.  Not much, just enough to make the crotch of my panties damp, but I was still bursting.  I managed to squeeze it off, but I felt I was about to explode.  As he pulled out his money to pay me, he dropped some coins on the floor, and stuffed around for what felt like HOURS picking them up.  Another little spurt came out, and I could feel my panties were soaked.  At least behind the counter I could jam my hand against my crotch, to try to relieve the pressure.  Then he wanted to make another appointment, and fussed around checking his diary. God, I thought, just pick a date or we will all be swimming here!  When I closed the door behind him, another huge spurt came out.  I could feel my panties drenched and the pee running down my legs.  I ran to the back room, feeling the piss run down my legs, and just had time to pull my skirt up and sit over a bucket.  I didn’t even have time to pull my panties down, I pissed and pissed and pissed through them; I thought it would never stop.  I must have looked a real sight - skirt hitched up, pee streaming from my sopping panties, squatting over a plastic bucket with this huge stream of piss shooting into it.  And the sound of my piss shooting into the bucket - they must have heard me out on the street!  But it was such a relief to finally empty my bladder; and I stayed squatting over the bucket for a minute or two, catching my breath.  I pulled panties off; they were completely soaked, right around to the back. I hope you don’t mind, but they are in the drier with your clothes now.  I couldn’t believe how much pee was in the bucket; I wouldn’t have believed I could have held so much!  I emptied the bucket, and found a towel to dry my crotch and legs, and used one of the hair dryers to dry some wet spots on my skirt.  Just as well I remembered to lock the salon door.”

God, was I hard, I could just picture her, squatting over that bucket, hot pee streaming from her pussy.  I would give anything to see her piss like that.  Just as well I had both the towel and sheet over my crotch; otherwise my erection would be completely obvious.

“Probably just as well it happened then, and not while old Mrs. Molloy was fussing about,” I said, smiling.  “Otherwise, we both would have put on a show,” and laughed.
Angie laughed, and said, “You should be so lucky!” at which we both laughed.  But the image of her squatting over the bucket, piss streaming from her tasty pussy, filled my mind.

“So I have been pantiless all afternoon,” she confessed, “Maybe I should call the salon “Commando Cuts”!”

I grinned and said, “So that’s why I couldn’t see any panty lines around your bum,” and gave her a knowing smile.

“Were you looking at my bum while you were waiting?” she asked.

“Of course,” I replied, thinking I had nothing to lose by being a bit bold.  “I often look at your bum and other areas of your body while I am waiting here.  It is the highlight of my day – actually, the highlight of my month.  Anyway, I had decided that you probably weren’t wearing any panties today.”

Angie laughed and said, “Well, it does make my bum look really smooth.”  She stepped away from the chair, pulled her skirt tight around her arse, and stuck it out towards me.  “What do you think?  Does my body look sexy like this?  Feel and see how smooth it is.”

I ran a hand over her arse.  There were no telltale bumps from the edge of her panties.  I let my hand wander over her skirt, and felt the cleavage between her cheeks. “Very, very sexy, Angie.  You should dress like that more often,” I said.  “But you will have to be careful when you bend down.”  I let my hand wander down her thighs, rubbing them lightly through the thin fabric of her skirt.  As I moved my hand back up to her arse, I pressed my fingers slightly harder against her, feeling the shape of her buttocks, and the curve of her delectable arse.

“Very smooth, Angie, and very sexy, I must say.  You bum is the sexiest I have felt for a long, long, time.”

My fingers slid around further, to the cleft between the cheeks, and down to where they curved between her legs.

Angie let out a soft sigh as I rubbed her, and said “Well thank you sir,” fluttering her eyelashes.  “No one has told me I look sexy for quite a while, and no one has rubbed my bum like that for a long time, either.”

Her face looked flushed, and a quick glance at her breasts showed her nipples starting to harden.  My cock throbbed under the towel.  If only she knew!  Too much more of that and my crotch would be wet again - but a different wetness this time.  I was almost tempted to slide my hand under her skirt, but was afraid that would be going too far.  Reluctantly, I removed my hand from her body, and tried to hide the growing bulge starting to appear under the sheet.  Looking in the mirror, I saw Angie glancing towards my crotch, her face slightly pink, and her eyes were sparkling.

Angie seemed to swallow, and take a few deep breaths.  “Anyway, Will,” she said, “I haven’t had anyone over for dinner in the new apartment, so it will be great to show it off to someone.  Now, what do you think of your hair?”  She asked.  “Let me get a mirror so you can see the back”.

She walked over to a bench on the other side of the room, and I followed her movements in the mirror.  As she bent down to get a mirror from a low shelf, she turned her body to face me, and spread her legs wide apart as she crouched down, hitching her skirt almost all the way up.  I had a perfect view of her legs all the way up to her crotch, which true to her word, was not covered by any underwear.  Somehow, the light seemed to reflect giving me a perfect view of her pubic hair and the lips of her pussy seemed to be glistening slightly.  My cock sprang to full size, hard and throbbing.  She remained there, legs apart for fifteen or twenty seconds, giving me a perfect view while she rummaged around the items on the shelf.  “Here’s the mirror.  I like to make sure you get a proper look at my work,” she said, smiling suggestively at me.

I looked at the reflection of the back of my neck. “You are wonderful . . . I mean, the cut is perfect, thank you.  You always do a great job,” I said.

“You’re welcome, Will,” Angie said as she brushed the cut hair off the sheet, and gave my hair a final comb.  Angie then removed the sheet and looked down at my crotch, where my erection was rather obviously pushing the towel around my waist up.

“Now I had better clean up where I peed.” I said, trying to distract her attention from the state of my arousal.

“Wait a minute, Will.  I saw you, now watch this.” She said.  She swiveled my chair around to face the centre of the room, stepped back a little, and stood about three or four feet from me. Planting her feet apart, and hitching her dress up slightly, she looked directly at me.

“We will have something else to clean up, too.”

With those words, I heard the hissing sound of her peeing, and saw a stream of piss shoot down between her legs, forming a growing puddle on the floor between her feet.  “Ahhhhh, that feels so good,” Angie said, her eyes closed in a look of pure pleasure.  “That has been building up all afternoon, and I haven’t had a chance to go to the bathroom.”

She hitched her skirt even higher, exposing her crotch and pussy, and I could easily see the stream of piss coming directly from her pussy as she continued to relieve herself on the floor.  I couldn’t believe what I was seeing - here was this lovely woman, legs apart, pissing right in front of me.  I doubt my prick had ever been as hard as it was now.  Her nipples were rock hard under her top, their outlines clearly apparent against the fabric of her bra and shirt.  Her piss continued to flow, and there were some smaller streams running down the insides of her thighs Angie moaned softly as she relieved herself on the floor of her salon.  Finally, her flow ceased, and she stood in the middle of a large pool of pee.  She let her skirt drop back down, hiding her lovely pussy from view once more.

“Now, we both have something to clean up,” she said, laughing.  “Let me get your clothes, they should be dry now.”

Angie went to the back room, and I felt my prick.  It was rock hard.  I stood up, repositioning my prick so it wasn’t so obvious.  “Here’s your clothes,” she said, putting my jeans and undies over the back of the chair.  “Let me get the mop and bucket.  As she turned around to go to the back room, I dropped the towel, and grabbed my now dry undies.  My prick was rock hard, sticking straight out from my body.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw Angie looking at my reflection in a mirror.  ‘Oh well, at least she knows I appreciated her show,’ I thought.  As I pulled up my jeans, I could see her hike her dress up and pull her panties up.  What a great arse she had.  I adjusted my prick as best I could, still amazed with what I had seen.

“Your jeans were still a little damp,” she said, coming back to the main room.  “But no one will be able to notice anything.”  She felt around my butt, and inside my thighs where the fabric was still a little damp.  Her hands were getting very close to my prick.  “In fact, they will probably be dry before we get home; only you and I will really know what happened here.”

Angie got the mop and bucket, cleaning up the floor where her piss had formed a large pool.  Then, she moved over to the seat in front of the basin, and that was soon clean.

I was still speechless, completely amazed at what I had just seen.  Had she just told me about pissing her pants, then squatting over a bucket?  Had she asked me to rub her bum through her skirt, and then showed me her pussy?  Did I just see her brazenly piss on the floor in front of me?  And here she was, acting as if everything was normal.  I shook my head, wondering if somehow I was imagining things or dreaming.

Angie came out from the room at the back, and said “If you can wait a few minutes, Will, I can just close up and we can go to the train station.  I have chicken at home, tell me, do you like Thai cooking?”

“That sounds great, Angie,” I replied. “Perhaps I could get a bottle or two of wine on the way?”  I started to wonder what else could be in store this evening.

“There is a great bottle shop on the corner of my street,” she answered.  “I love wine with dinner, and besides, tomorrow is Saturday and I don’t have to work”.

Within a few minutes, Angie had closed up, and as she switched the lights off said, “Now that is a haircut that neither of us will forget quickly”.  Locking the door behind her, she put her arm through mine as we walked towards the subway station.

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(To be continued....)

 

[Maclir 941]

By means of an explanation about the above story - I first started writing that maybe 15 years ago, and there's much, much more to it.  Part of the way through the story, I had Will reminisce abut his first sexual experiences as a teenager...  Well, the reminisces became better than the main story, so I pulled them out, and I've been posting them to an erotic story site,  -  https://storiesonline.net/  - under my pen name of William Turney Morris.  Feel free to check them out.

[Maclir 941]

(Part 2 - more wetting, voyeurism, sex....)

 

Dinner at Angie’s Apartment

Friday Night, November 12, 1999

It was only a five-minute walk to the Martin Place train station, and we walked arm in arm through the crowds.  Friday night happy hour bar types, office workers determined to start the weekend off with a buzz.  The younger ones would move on to the hipper clubs, no doubt to dance and party on until early morning.  I had never been much for that scene, and I asked Angie if she was into the club and dance scene.

“No, not really.  I use to go with a bunch of friends, but they would always hang out with my ex and his group.  I really don’t want to face that.  Besides, I can’t see the sense in spending so much on overpriced cocktails and listening to loud crappy music”, Angie replied.  “Plus, all that partying left me too wasted the next day.  Weekends are to be enjoyed, not to spend time hung over puking up $100 worth of drinks.”

“Sounds like the voice of a bad experience,” I grinned wryly.
“The last time I went out clubbing was definitely bad.  It was just after John and I split up, and I was determined to prove to people I didn’t need him to have a good time.  I guess I must have drunk far too much, and I don’t know where we ended up.  All I can remember is one of my friends shaking me awake; I had passed out in a seat at some club.  I had completely pissed my pants - they were soaked.  Somehow she got me home and into bed, I can’t remember that.  When I woke up in the morning, I must have pissed myself again, and as soon as I sat up in bed, I threw up everywhere.  God I was bad - I couldn’t even get up.  When I finally had the strength to get up; it must have been around noon.  I was covered in vomit, the bed was soaked with piss; I had even crapped my pants.  I crawled off to the bathroom, peeled off my clothes - and that made me throw up again - this time in the toilet, thank God.  It took me all afternoon to clean up the place.  I threw out the sheets, the clothes I wore, even the bed.  I swore then never to go out and do that again.  And I haven’t, either”, Angie said, almost defiantly.

“Sounds a real bad experience to me.  You were fortunate you had a friend to take you home,” I said.

“Yes, Sandra is a good friend; probably my best friend.  She rang me up twice that day to see how I was.  Anyway, after that, I have given up going out raging.  Besides, I save a lot of money that way too.”

I nodded in agreement.  “So, does that mean you have given up drinking?  I don’t have to get the wine to go with dinner if you don’t drink anymore.”

“No bloody way, Will,” Angie said.  “I have just given up going out raging at clubs, not drinking nice wine.  Besides, how could we have a nice dinner without a bottle or two?”

The train pulled into the platform, and we pushed our way into a carriage.  Just our luck, right in the middle of evening rush hour.  We squeezed into the carriage, and I put one arm around Angie to hold her, while with the other hand held the grab rail overhead.  She put an arm around me, and I could feel her breasts press gently against me.  “We only have two stops to go,” she said softly in my ear.  “Edgecliff is the closest station to my place.”

As the train pulled away, the rocking motion and pushing from the crowd made our bodies rub together.  “Mind you, this is not all that unpleasant,” I whispered into her ear as I could feel my prick start to stiffen again.

“So I can tell,” Angie whispered back, looking down towards my crotch.  “Be careful, or your pants will really need a good wash”.

A few minutes later, we arrived at her station, and were carried out of the carriage in the flow of commuters.  I held her hand tightly, not wanting to get separated from her.  Up at street level, she pointed to a shop across the road, “There is the wine store”.

We looked at various bottles, “A nice chardonnay?” I asked.

“That looks a good one,” Angie answered. “Let’s get two bottles.”

I made a mental note; two bottles just between us.  She must be used to drinking wine; if I were to drink a whole bottle by myself I would probably pass out.  No wonder she would get wasted when she went to clubs if she drank like that.

Five minutes later, we were in her apartment.  It was up about eight floors in an older building behind New South Head Road, and it was more spacious than the newer apartments, particularly the one I was staying in, flat-sitting for Garry and Kate.  “I haven’t had the time or money to get much furniture,” Angie said, “and I had to buy a new bed the other month too.”  We entered the main living room; an old sofa was against one wall, looking towards the glass doors leading to the balcony.  There was no dining table, just three stools against the serving counter separating the living room from the kitchen.  A laundry and storeroom was off to the right from the apartment entry, and some closets were to the right.  “The main bedroom is down the hall to the left, and I have a spare bedroom that is still half filled with boxes on the other side of the hallway at the end.  The bathroom is just on the right as you enter the hall.  If you want, have a shower first, while I get the meal going.  I will find something for you to wear while the clothes are washing.  The residents’ association doesn’t allow you to run washers and driers after 10 pm; a good thing too, normally.”

“Thanks.  Your place looks nice - and the view is good, too” I said.  The curtains hadn’t been drawn across the big sliding glass doors, and I could see some adjacent apartment buildings, and the blue water of the harbour.  “You are right, you can see the harbour.”

“That’s not all you can see,” Angie said.  “Sometimes you can see in the windows of the building just across the street, and several people don’t believe in closing their drapes.  There may be a good show for us later tonight.”

“I think I have already seen a pretty good show so far this evening,” I said, grinning at her.

Angie just laughed, slapped me on the butt and said, “Off to the shower with you, big boy.”

Once in the bathroom, Angie showed me where the towels were, and said “I will find something for you to wear; I may have a sexy miniskirt for you to slip into,” and laughed as she closed the door.

“Fine, then; but I haven’t shaved my legs,” I replied.

The bathroom was large for the apartment; a small bathtub and a separate shower, a toilet, sink and vanity cabinet.  It was larger and nicer than in the apartment I was living in at the moment.  I looked around for some soap and shampoo; even though I had a lovely shampoo before the haircut I liked to wash my hair after it was cut; that way all the little cut pieces are washed away.  I didn’t want to pry among her personal effects, but the first drawer I opened contained various feminine things, including an open tampax packet, and her contraceptive pills.  I shut the drawer, feeling somewhat embarrassed.  I undressed, and turned the shower on.  Just then, Angie knocked at the door, and said “Pass me your clothes, I will throw them in the washing machine; I have found an old track suit that may fit you.”  It certainly was an old and baggy tracksuit; not one of the new nylon types, but the old cotton towelling style.  Better than nothing, anyway.

The shower was lovely and warm, and I lathered myself up with the soap, thinking about all that had happened since I left the office no more than two hours ago.  The sight of Angie’s exposed pussy, seeing her pissing on the floor, and feeling her breasts rub against me gave me a raging hard on.  ‘Soap is such a slut,’ I said half to myself.  I was tempted to wank off there and then, but though that Angie will be waiting to have a shower as well, and I certainly would want to leave any patches of come in here shower.  I rinsed the soap off, stepped out of the shower and dried myself.  The tracksuit fitted ok, although it was a little tight around the butt and crotch.

I went back out to the living room, and saw Angie working in the kitchen.  “That smells great,” I said.  “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“You could set the places for us to eat,” she said.  “The plates are in the cupboard next to the fridge, and cutlery in the draw there.  I should go and have a shower, and then put the washing on.”

I found the plates, set the table; well, at least the eating area of the kitchen counter, got two wine glasses, and made sure the wine was chilled.  I checked the food, a Thai green chicken curry, rice, and there were some little savoury things in the oven.  My mind drifted, imagining Angie naked, wet and soapy in the shower.  “Damn,” I thought, “these track pants won’t hide any sort of erection”.  I wasn’t wearing any underwear under the track pants, and my prick was free to move around at will.  I wandered out to the balcony, and noticed that there were probably ten or fifteen other apartments that could easily be seen in; at least if they left the drapes open.  ‘I wonder if she is also into voyeurism, too.’ I thought.

While I was out on the balcony contemplating the potential for exhibitionistic neighbours, Angie joined me.  “Probably another fifteen minutes for dinner, the curry is ready, but the savouries in the oven aren’t warm enough yet.”  She had changed into a pair of jeans and a sleeveless top, more like a longer, non-midriff-baring sports top.  It looked like she wasn’t wearing a bra under her top, as there were no telltale ridges from any bra straps.  The top showed off her breasts very well, they were not too large; nor the small “fried egg” boobs, as we called them at school.  The ideal size to fit within a hand, I estimated, remembering the old saying, ‘Anything over a mouthful is wasted’.  I was about to complement her on how nice she looked, when she grabbed my hand and pointed to an open window in the apartment block next to us.

“See what I mean about the good view,” she said.

The window opened into the bathroom of an adjacent apartment, and the late evening sun lit up the interior of that room.  As well as the shower, there was a full view of the toilet and washbasin.

“She normally gets home about now, and will probably have a shower before getting changed.  See just to the right?  That is her bedroom.”

Angie pointed to a large window through which we could see a double bed.  Angie ducked back into the kitchen to check on the meal.  Upon returning, she pulled her drapes closed behind her.

“We don’t want to scare her off having us lit up here.  See - there is now a light on inside her apartment.”

She was right.  A light from elsewhere in the apartment lit up part of the bedroom.  A few seconds later, a woman entered the bedroom, tossing a handbag on the bed.  She turned on the light, and started to undress.
 
“The show is about to start,” Angie whispered in my ear as she gripped my arm tightly.

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation; the thought of watching some other woman undress seemed to excite her.  The unknown woman took off her blouse, showing a black lacy bra containing her rather large breasts.
 
“They have to be fake,” I said.  “No tits that size sit like that without sagging,” I added as she removed the bra to expose two big, round breasts.

The woman, oblivious to us watching, stood in front of her mirror, and started to rub them slowly, rolling the nipples between her thumb and fingers.  Angie started to breathe faster now, and I noticed her hand drop momentarily between her legs, before she remembered I was with her, and she held the balcony rail.  

“It gets better, watch,” she said, her eyes fixed on the scene before us.

It was pretty erotic, and I quickly readjusted my swelling prick to a more comfortable, and less obvious, angle.  Now, taking one of her breasts, she raised it to her mouth, and her tongue licked the swollen nipple, before she took it in her mouth and sucked.  She then repeated that with the second breast.

“God,” Angie groaned, “I would love to be able to do that.”

Her own nipples were just as hard and erect as the woman’s in the next apartment, and her breathing was starting to become faster and shallower.  Angie seemed oblivious to the fact I was there, even though she was holding my arm tightly.  Having completed with her breasts, the woman now unzipped her skirt, stepping out of it and laying it on the bed.  Her hands reached down between her legs, rubbing her crotch several times, before removing her panties.  She now sat on the edge of her bed, with her legs apart, obviously where she could watch herself masturbating in the mirror.  One hand would rub between her legs, while the other would squeeze her breasts and tease her nipples. Angle had forgotten about me now, and slipped her free hand inside her jeans.  The woman must have stuck two fingers in her cunt, because she brought them to her mouth, sucking and tasting her juices on them, and moved back to rub and finger herself.  Within a minute, we could see her orgasm.

“Wow,” Angie said, “I hadn’t seen her suck her juices off her fingers before.”

The woman stood up, and walked from the bedroom into the adjoining bathroom.  We saw the light come on, and she sat on the toilet, legs apart, and pissed.  We were much too far away to see or hear her actually pissing, but we could see the relief on her face as she leaned back and continued to rub herself, continuing to taste her piss and pussy juices.

“That is so hot,” I whispered in Angie’s ear.

Angie realized I was next to her, quickly taking her hand from her jeans.  “Yes.  She does that most evenings, but that is the hottest I have seen so far.  I wonder if she ever has any male company over?” she pondered.

“Do you want us to stay out here all night just in case?” I asked, thinking it may inspire Angie to some more “personal” activities.

“No, I think we can find better ways to spend the evening”, she said with a smile, “but if there is something to watch, you may get an inspiration.”

The woman stood up, and I thought the show was over and turned to go inside, when Angie pulled on my arm.

“Wait, the finale is about to start,” Angie said.

I looked back into the bathroom, and saw the woman leaning back against the washbasin.  She spread her legs apart, and with a hand spreading her pussy lips apart, pissed on the bathroom floor while rubbing her clit.  “Wasn’t that something?” Angie said.  “And you thought I was bold!”

Lady Masturbation (as I now thought of her), having satisfied herself for the present, went to the shower, turning in on, and then stepping inside.

“Well, your ‘show’ was just for me; I guess she does that just for herself,” I said.  “That made yours much more personal.  Anyway, that’s all for now, I guess,” I said, taking the opportunity to reposition my hard prick yet again.  Damn not having any underwear on under these pants.

“Yes, and dinner should be just about ready too”, Angie said, opening the door back inside her apartment.  “Could you open the wine and pour some glasses while I serve the meal?” I opened one of the wine bottles, and poured two glasses, while Angie served up the main meal.

We sat at the meal counter, and clinked our wine glasses. “To you, and your powerful coffee”, I toasted, smiling at her.

“To us”, Angie corrected, “And... well, fun times.”

“You mean wet times?” I said, and she blushed a deep red.

 “This is very tasty,” I said.  “If you ever feel like a change from hairdressing, you could earn a living as a chef”.

Angie laughed, “No, I must admit, I did cheat somewhat.  The main meal was prepared already; I got it the other night from a take away restaurant at the main Edgecliff shops.  I just had to put it on the stove.  Besides, more interesting things can happen in a salon than in a restaurant.”  My cheeks reddened slightly, remembering how things started with me pissing myself in front of her.

“You know, those old sweats of mine fit you ok,” she said, looking at me.  “Although I could have given you that miniskirt and a halter top I was thinking about...”

“You only want me as a sex object to ogle my body,” I said, teasingly.  “You women are all the same, just using us men to satisfy your own sexual fantasies, not treating us as a real person.”

She laughed, and said, “Well, don’t try to tell me you have never ogled my body.  I have seen you looking at me in the mirror while I cut someone else’s hair, thinking I wouldn’t notice.”

Caught.  And I thought I was always very discrete when I looked at her.  “Well, I am a connoisseur, I appreciate the finer things in life and love to appreciate them,” I tried to explain.  “But if you would prefer, if it offends you, I won’t look at you that way again... “I continued, half-jokingly.

 “No, I like it when you look at me like that.  You make me feel sexy and desirable.  It’s been a long time since anyone made me feel attractive and desirable, since a man made me feel like I was sexy, like he wanted me...” her voice trailed off, and she looked down, blinking once or twice.

I reached over and held her hand, squeezing it.  “I have always found you attractive and desirable, sexy and you make me feel like I want to be with you.”  I looked into her eyes and continued softly, “I can’t help it Angie, looking at you and being with you turns me on - you are a very desirable woman, and from when we first met I have had strong feelings for you.”

She looked at me and said softly, “Thank you, Will.  No one has ever told me that.”  We both looked down at our food, each a bit embarrassed by the sudden personal turn in the conversation.  Angie took a big sip from her glass, and then a second to finish it off.  “Should we open the second bottle?  It is still early,” she said.

I had only had a bit over a glass, so she must have drunk about four glasses.  Had I drunk that much I would be thinking about lying down and having a quiet little sleep, but then I was never a big drinker.  I got the second bottle from the fridge, opened it and filled her glass, and topped up mine.  “To us,” I said.

“To us,” Angie answered, taking a large drink from her glass.

We ate in silence for a minute or two, when Angie asked me “Where are you living at the moment; aren’t you looking after a friend’s apartment?”

 “Yes, still in Garry’s apartment at Cremorne,” I answered.  “He and his wife are in England; her father has been quite ill.  But they get home after next weekend, so I guess I will have to find somewhere else.  Their apartment is OK, and it was really convenient having their place to move into, but I am tired of living like a squatter.  All of my stuff is still in storage, and it will be good to have a place I can treat as mine again.  After my wife died, my counsellor told me I should ‘reboot’ my life, sell the house we had owned together, all of the stuff we shared, and simplify things for a while.  I’ve been doing that for almost nine months now, and I think I’m ready to put down roots again.”

“Yes, that gets tiring after a while”, Angie said.  “I have only been here a little over a month, but it is so much better than renting or living in someone else’s place.”  We had now finished the main meal, and Angie got up to clear the plates.  “Would you like some ice cream?  There is some in the freezer.”

“That sounds great, but not too much thanks,” I answered.

Angie served two bowls of ice cream, a scoop of mint chocolate chip and one of French vanilla.  She took a spoonful of the vanilla, and rubbed it around her lips, letting some of the melted ice cream dribble down her chin, and it dripped onto her breasts.  “Wicked woman”, I laughed.

“Just trying to give you some thoughts”, she said in reply.

We finished off the ice cream, and another glass of wine each.  I guess I had probably had two and a half glasses myself, while Angie must have had five or six.  ‘She can knock them away’, I thought.  I reminded myself not to have any more; memories of being drunk at Michelle’s place came back to my mind.  Plus, with the meds I was on for my heart problems, too much alcohol would make me fall asleep.

Angie took the empty ice cream bowls back to the kitchen, putting them in the dishwasher.  Coming back to the counter, she picked up her wine half empty wine glass, and drained it in two swallows.  She then stood in the middle of the kitchen floor, and said “OK, come in here, I have something to show you.”  I went in the kitchen, and she was standing in the middle of the floor, legs slightly apart, and hands on her hips.
 
“Now watch this”, she said, and a wet patch appeared in the crotch of her jeans, quickly spreading down the inside of her legs as her piss flowed out of her to the floor.  Ahhhh... that is even better than the last time.”

I walked to her, put an arm around her waist, and started to rub her pissy wet crotch with my other hand.  

“Ohhh, yes, yes, keep doing that.”

She leant back against the cupboard, and opened her legs wider.  I unbuttoned her jeans, zipped down the fly, and slid my hand inside.  Her panties were soaked with pee; all that wine she had drunk was now working its way back out.  As I started to rub her pussy and clit through her panties, I felt some more little spurts of pee squirt out into my hand.  She started to moan.

“Yes, rub my clit, rub my cunt Will”, and her panties started to get sticky with her pussy juices adding to her piss.

Sliding a finger inside her panties, I rubbed her clit, sliding my finger along her pussy, wet with warm piss and juices.  Pushing her jeans and panties down to her ankles, where there was now a large pool of piss, I spread her legs wider, sliding first one then two fingers inside her cunt.  Boy, was she hot and wet inside.  Taking my fingers from her, I brought them to my mouth.  My hand was drenched from both her juices and piss, and I put each finger in my mouth in turn, sucking them clean.

“You taste so good, Angie,” I said, “I love the taste of your juices.”

“Oh yes Will, taste me please,” she moaned.

I lifted her up on the counter, pushing her soaked jeans and panties off, and spread her legs wide.  Her cunt was soaked; the lips red and puffy, and wide open.  Bending down, I licked the inside of her upper thighs, wet and slick from piss and pussy juice.  She tasted so good.  My tongue now licked her pussy, tasting the salty taste of her piss and the sweetness of her pussy juice.  I pushed my tongue inside her cunt, and she gasped, “Yes, yes.” She seemed close to coming.  I slid one hand underneath her butt, pressing my thumb lightly against her anus while I licked her clit. I felt her pushing against my thumb, and with everything so wet, my thumb slid into her arse.  “Ohhh yes fuck oohhhh”, she cried out as she came, squirting the last of her piss into my mouth.

“Now I have something for you, honey,” I said once she recovered.

I took her hand, and held it to my prick, against the cotton of the sweat pants.  “Feel this”, I said as I pissed as hard as I could.  Being semi erect, it took a while to start, but then my piss spurted out, drenching the fabric around her hand.  I quickly soaked the pants, my piss joining hers on the kitchen floor.

Angie pulled my pants down, and aimed the stream of my piss directly at her cunt.  “Oh yes, piss on my cunt Will.”  The stream of piss shot between her legs, soaking her pussy, adding to the pool of fluids on the bench and floor.

“That was hot, Will, I loved seeing and feeling that”, she said.  “I wanted to feel your prick pissing the first time today, but was worried what you would think.  Now please - fuck me here - I want you inside me.”

Not needing any further encouragement, I pushed my soaked pants to the floor, and she gave my prick a few rubs.  Pressing it against her soaking pussy, I rubbed the shaft between her pussy lips, letting the head rub her clit several times.  “Put it in me, please, Will”, Angie pleaded.  Without waiting for a second invitation, my prick slid inside.  “Oh yes, I love that.  Fuck me Will.”

It didn’t take too long fucking on the counter that way, and I could feel myself ready to come.  “Angie, I am about to come,” I said.

 “Come inside me, Will” Angie said.  Those words were enough to take me over the edge, and I could feel my sperm shooting inside her cunt, adding to the hot fluids already there.  Angie’s hand was rubbing her clit, and she cried out, “Oh yes, yes, yes”, and I felt some more hot piss flow around my prick as her cunt spasmed in her own orgasm.

Both exhausted, we leant against the sink.  I kissed her, and said, “Time for another shower I think.”

“Yes,” she said, “but this time lets shower together.

We peeled off our remaining clothes, leaving them in the pool of piss and other fluids.  We entered the bathroom, and I started to run the shower.  “Shit,” exclaimed Angie.  I forgot to put the washing machine on.  And it’s too late to start it now.”

“Well, we would only have had to run another load of clothes.  I guess it can wait until the morning,” I answered, getting the water temperature to a nice warm level.

“But you don’t have anything to wear, Will”, Angie said.  “You will have to stay the night here.”

“Well, I guess I can put up with that if I have to,” I replied, pulling a mock face.

Angie playfully slapped my butt.  “So what, are you one of those guys that fucks and runs?” she said, teasing me.

“Certainly not”, I stated. “Unless you don’t want me to stay?”

The shower was now ready, and I pulled Angie in with me.  “Let me wash you and make you nice and clean”, I said, taking the soap.  She leaned back against the shower wall as I massaged her breasts and stomach with the soap, and then started to rub my soapy hand between her legs.

“Oh, that is so good,” she said, closing her eyes and opening her legs wider.  My fingers gently rubbed either side of her pussy, every so often sliding along between her wet, slippery lips.  Her clit was still swollen and sensitive, and I kept brushing it lightly with each stroke, letting the tip of my finger run around the opening to her cunt.  My other hand was squeezing her butt, and I pressed a finger lightly against her puckered anus.

As I leant forward to suck on one of her breasts, she moaned softly “Ohhhh Will, that’s so good.”  Her nipple was rock hard inside my mouth, and I rolled my lips and tongue around it.  Her cunt was very wet and slippery from a combination of water, soap and her juices, and my finger slid easily inside her, rubbing against the ridges just inside the opening.  As she moved her hips back and forth with my rubbing, I pressed my other finger against her asshole, and slowly worked it inside her.

“Ohh please, rub me, fuck me with your fingers, ohhhhh,” Angie moaned, breathing hard as her arousal grew towards its peak.  Then, with a soft grunt, she came, her cunt and arse gripping and squeezing my fingers.  “ohhh nnnnggg yessss”.  Angie collapsed against me; her breathing was hard and fast.

Taking my fingers from her body, I washed her arse and pussy briefly, and then held her face, kissing her gently.  Our tongues met, and she pressed my face harder against hers.  “I have never come so deeply, so many times as I have tonight”, she said once we separated.  “Now let me wash you.”

I leant back against the show wall and closed my eyes as she lathered the soap on my chest, stomach and back.  Then, very gently, she started rubbing my prick between her two hands, making them into a soft, soapy vagina.  I sighed softly, feeling my prick once again swelling and getting hard.  “You are the perfect size, Will”, she said, “You have a wonderful prick.”

After several minutes, the water started to run cold.  “Shower’s over, I guess”, Angie said.  Now let’s find something for you to wear.”  I turned off the shower, and Angie tossed a dry towel to me.  I watched her as she dried herself, her breasts jiggling slightly as she dried her hair, and was amazed at how this wonderful woman had come into my life.

Once we were dry, I took her in my arms, hugging her to me.  “This has been the best day of my life.  It’s as if all my dreams have come true.” I said, gently kissing her cheeks and lips.

“Mine too, Will.” Angie replied.  “I never thought I would have the nerve to ask you out.  I guess we both needed nature to push us along.”

I wrapped a towel around my waist, and went back to the kitchen with the other wet towels.  What a mess!  There was a pile of clothes, soaked in our combined piss.  I bundled the clothes up in the towel, and took the whole lot to the washing machine.  Too bad about the “no washing machines after 10 pm” rule, even though it was not yet 10, the cycle would not be finished by then.  With my jeans already in the machine, plus a few of Angie’s items, the last lot of wet clothes filled the machine.

As I got back to the kitchen, Angie had just finished mopping the floor.  I started to clear the plates from the table, and loaded up the dishwasher.  In a minute or two, the place was neat and clean once again.

“Now, let’s find something for you to wear.  Although I do like that towel around you,” she said, reaching inside it to fondle my prick.  “Let’s see what I have in my bedroom.”

Angie’s bedroom was simple, a queen sized bed with two side tables, a large antique style dresser with a big mirror above it, and a built in closet alone one wall.  A large window looked out, towards the same apartment where “Lady Masturbation” had put on her display earlier in the evening.  

“I wonder what she is up to tonight?” I asked, pointing to the apartment out the window.  I noticed that the windows were still open, and the lights were on inside.

Angie looked out of the window with me. “We have a good view of her bed from here,” she said, “although we can’t see in her bathroom.”  Angie went back to her dresser, rummaging through the drawers.  “Do you want to try these on?” she asked, showing me a skimpy black thong, laughing as she did.

I had already left the towel in the bathroom, so I held the thong up against my waist.  “I don’t think I could get into that, and even if I could, too many things would hang out.”

“Well, it is a warm night, so you aren’t going to freeze.  What about pulling this on?”  She showed me a large, baggy tee shirt, the sort that some women use to sleep in.  At least it wasn’t pink with cute animals or flowers on it.

“Looks like it will fit,” I said, and pulled it over my head.  It did fit, although it barely covered my butt.  The tip of my prick hung just below the bottom hem.

“I like what I see,” Angie said.  “I think that is all I have that will fit you.”  She found a tee shirt for herself, and a short skirt.  “I like the panty-less feel - I think I will stay that way for a while,” she said, giving me a big wink.  “Now, how about an after dinner and after sex coffee?”

“God, more coffee?  You want me to piss some more?” I said, and we both laughed.  “Actually, a nice hot coffee would be great.”

Coffee mugs in hand, we sat out on the balcony.  With the lights out inside, we could see the lights of the boats on the harbour, as well as the bedroom and bathroom in Lady Masturbation’s apartment.  Sadly, there was no sign of the woman.  We sat in silence for a while, my arm around her shoulders, Angie resting her head against my shoulder, enjoying the lovely summer’s night.

We had probably been sitting there, silently enjoying the closeness of each other, when we heard a voice from below, and a light appeared on the balcony of the apartment opposite and below us.  We stood up, and saw that the balcony below “Lady Masturbation’s” apartment lit with several lights.  It was quite a large balcony, by apartment standards, and the owner had a number of plants growing on it.  As well as two floodlights on the apartment wall, small garden lights had been placed around the balcony and among the plants, creating a beautiful effect.  “Come out here and see how my tomatoes are growing”, we heard a man say.

Almost immediately, a man and woman appeared out on the balcony.  We stayed silent, knowing that against our darkened balcony, we were invisible to them.  The woman walked over to a plant, looked at it, felt the leaves, and said “it is doing well, but nowhere near as good as my Uncle John’s tomatoes.  Then again, he is a master gardener, and has his own special technique for getting the best out of his tomato plants.”

Standing next to the plant, she was clearly visible to us.  Several of the lights in the plants shone up on her body, silhouetting her rather large breasts clearly.  I whispered in Angie’s ear “Is there a requirement to have large boobs to enter that building?” and she giggled.

The man walked over next to her and asked, “So what is your Uncle’s secret to tomatoes?”

“He pisses on them - at least on the dirt around them.  He says that is the only way to get lovely large juicy fruit; there must be something in pee that makes them grow better”, she replied.  “Anyway, I will show you- I am busting for a piss and we shouldn’t waste it”.

As soon as she spoke, she undid her jeans, and pushed them and her panties down to her ankles.  Placing a hand either side of her pussy, she angled her hips forward, and spread her legs slightly.  One of the garden lights seemed to shine right on her pussy as if it was a spotlight set up there on purpose.  Pulling back the lips of her clean-shaven pussy, she said, “Now watch what I do”, and proceeded to piss a stream of her pee around the base of the tomato plant.  As her piss started, we heard a soft groan escape from her lips, “Ahhhhhh that feels so good.”

Angie gripped my arm, and whispered “Wow!  I have never seen a woman pissing standing up like that!  That is so hot!”

I could only mumble “Uh huh” and watch in amazement as the woman continued to water the tomato plant with a stream of piss.  She wasn’t wrong when she said she was busting; she pissed for what seemed like two minutes.  All the while, she was saying to herself “Mmmmm that’s nice, ohhhh, so good”, and similar phrases.

Finally, her flow slowed to a dribble.  She leant right over the plant, and squeezed the last few spurts out, and rubbed her fingers quickly a few times across her distended pussy lips, shaking the remaining drops off.  “That feels much better with all that piss out of me,” she said as she pulled up her panties and jeans.  “Give those plants a good drink every few days, and the fruit will be out of this world.”  Then they went back inside, and the lights were extinguished.

“Wow,” Angie said, “I have never seen anything like that before.  I wonder if I could piss standing up like that.  I did try pissing standing up once, but all I did was manage to spray all over my legs and jeans.”

“I think there must be some way she was holding her pussy, pulling her lips away from her pee hole, and pressing around it to concentrate the stream,” I said.  “It probably just takes some practice; you could always try in the shower.  There has to be something about it on the net - everything seems to be on the Internet these days.”

“Anyway, Will, what did you think of that?  Did you like her shaved pussy?” Angie asked.

“Her performance was exciting; feel it if you don’t believe me,” I said, pulling her hand to my very-erect prick.  “And the way that light was; seeing her pissing from those smooth pussy lips was a real turn on.”

 “It was for me too. You feel too,” Angie replied, placing my fingers against her wet slit.  As she squeezed and rubbed my prick, I slid a finger along her wet pussy, teasing her hard clit.  “Would you like me to shave like that for you?” she asked.

“That would look really sexy if you did that,” I replied as I moved her against the wall and slowly slid a finger inside her moist cunt.  “Perhaps, I should shave you; after all, to do it properly one has to looked very closely, and make sure all of the hair has been shaved, and you are completely smooth.  I would test every part of your pussy to make sure it was absolutely smooth and clean shaven, and my lips and tongue are very sensitive and could see if I had missed any tiny hairs.”

Angie started to moan softly, and said, “I would like that Will.  Very much.”

She was starting to breathe harder, when she said quietly, “Look, she’s back.  And she has a friend with her.”

Angie pointed towards the bedroom window opposite.  Lady Masturbation was in the room, just wearing a black lacy bra and panty set.  However, Angie was right; she did have a friend - there was a naked man with her, a blindfold over his head and his hands tied behind him.

“Look at the size of his prick!” Angie gasped.  “He must be part horse!”

I have never in my life seen a man with a prick that large.  Not just long, but thick - maybe twice as thick as mine.  And it was completely erect, curving up about twelve inches from his body.

I was just about to feel quite inadequate when Angie whispered in my ear “God.  I would hate to try to have something like that inside me - that would rip me apart.  Don’t you even think about having something that size!  If I need my cunt stretched apart, I will wait until I have a baby, thanks very much.”

We stood against the balcony railing, watching the scene unfold.  Somehow, I was positioned behind her, my erect prick jutting out from beneath the tee shirt, resting against Angie’s butt.  Her skirt had ridden up too.  Angie reached behind me, and put my prick between her legs, its length resting against her wet pussy.  My hands were inside her tee shirt, gently massaging her breasts and teasing her hard nipples.

The woman had thrown the man down on the bed, then, removing her panties, she straddled his face with her crotch. He must have said something to her, because we heard her answer, “No, eat me first.  You can’t drink any until I have come at least twice.”  The look on her face told us he was complying, as she rotated and ground her hips above his lips and tongue.  She would rub and squeeze her breasts, and every so often rub the giant prick, grasping it with both of her hands.  After a few minutes her orgasm came, as she pushed her cunt onto his face, groaning loudly “Yes oh yes suck me yessss.”

She moved off his face, and straddled his prick; we could see her hand pressing it against her crotch.  “Now you are not to come until I tell you to,” she ordered the man, “or you don’t get to drink.”  

She slowly lowered herself onto the huge prick.  “My god,” Angie said, “she must have a huge cunt to take that inside her.”  I started rocking slowly back and forward, and she pressed a hand against my prick, feeling it rubbing along her pussy.

 “God you are so wet and hot,” I said to her.  I reached down as well, feeling her hand over my prick, and pressing against her pussy.  She was soaking.

The women continued pumping her cunt up and down on horse dick (another new name for the evening), and having removed her bra, her massive breasts bounced up and down with her.  As she moved faster, she started to massage and squeeze her breasts with one hand, the other between her legs rubbing her cunt.  Almost as if all four of us were synchronized, I started to move faster, the head of my prick rubbing against Angie’s clit, making her moan with pleasure.  Lady Masturbation fucked up and down faster and faster, and Horse Dick arched his back with each of her thrusts.  By the look of her, she was close to coming again.

Then, with a loud grunt, she forced herself down hard, and cried out “Oh yes, yes, yes - now shoot in my cunt!”  We could clearly hear her words, and see the pleasure on her face as she was gripped by her orgasm.  The man underneath her bucked up and down, driving his massive prick deep inside her.  After a few hard thrusts, he arched his back, and the woman grabbed the monster tool and worked up and down. “Yes!  That’s it!  Shoot inside me.  Ohhhh”.  It took all my self-control not to come myself.

“Oh wow,” said Angie.  “I have never seen someone fucking like that.  Her bed must be soaked!”

“Maybe we need to get a mirror, honey,” I said in her ear.  “We could watch ourselves fuck if you wanted.”

The though must have excited Angie, because she pushed my prick harder against her pussy.  The swollen head of my prick was now pressing against her open cunt, and she bent forward slightly, and my prick slid inside her.  We saw the woman get off the man, and say “Now you can wash me clean”, as she led him into the adjoining bathroom. Taking off his blindfold, she sat on the bathroom floor against the toilet.  “Now piss on my cunt - wash my cunt with your piss.”  The man held his prick, no longer erect, but still large, and knelt in front of her.  After ten of so seconds, a small stream of piss came from his prick, which he directed at her spread pussy.  Once his aim was right, he pissed with greater force, directing the spray up and down her pussy.  The woman appeared to enjoy this immensely, rubbing her cunt and mixing his piss with the juices and semen seeping from her open cunt.  When his flow had subsided, she licked her fingers clean, and they swapped positions, he lying on the tiled floor, with her squatting over him.  We could clearly see her engorged pussy lips and wet cunt as she held them open above his body.  “Ready?” she asked, and almost without waiting, a thick stream of golden piss shot from her cunt over his body.  He appeared to try to drink some, but we couldn’t see his face clearly.

“Man, can that woman piss!” I exclaimed softly in Angie’s ear.

“Oh, fuck me Will, I am so hot!” was her reply.  Not needing any more encouragement, I thrust faster inside her.  Together, our fingers rubbed her soaking pussy and rock hard clit.  Very soon, I felt her cunt clench tight around my prick, and Angie let out a soft “Ohhh yes mmmmmmm” as she came.  Warm wetness flowed over our fingers, her orgasm causing her to spurt more of her piss on our hands and to the balcony floor.  That was all it took for my orgasm to break - three or four spurts deep inside her.  She pushed her body back against me, saying, “I love feeling you come inside me, Will.”

The couple from the opposite apartment had disappeared - we had not been noticing what was happening there for the previous few minutes.  Slowly, I pulled my shrinking prick from Angie’s cunt.  “Ohhhh.  I can feel it running down my leg!” Angie exclaimed, as the mixture of our juices escaped from her cunt.  “Let’s have another quick shower, and then I think it is time for bed!”

I turned her around, and kissed her deeply.  Angie melted against me, and I picked her up in my arms, and carried her inside, to the bathroom, our lips still locked together.  This shower was much more sedate, just washing and holding each other.  We toweled each other dry, and I carried her to the bed, turned out the light, and curled up with my arms around her.

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[Kupar 12,420]

On 5/3/2022 at 12:01 AM, Maclir said:

This involves male desperation, and male and female desperation.

 

At the Salon

Friday Afternoon, November 12, 1999

I checked my watch, 4:30; time to call it a week.  I was leaving a bit early today; I had an appointment for my monthly haircut in fifteen minutes.  Angie, the hairdresser I had been seeing for about eighteen months had just moved to a new location; she had opened her own salon with a colleague, and I wanted to allow sufficient time to find the new place.  I shut down my computer, shoved the pile of papers and files that were sitting on my desk into a drawer, and walked out of my office, closing the door.

“Well, that’s it for the week,” I said to Michelle.  “Off to get a haircut before going home.”

“Oh,” Michelle said, “got a hot date over the weekend?”

We both knew that the chances of either of us having any sort of date, hot, warm or stone cold, was non-existent, but we liked to tease each other.  Michelle was not just my personal assistant, but the main project manager for the Y2K Impact Assessment contract.  She had been my right hand person ever since forming the company, and before that, she had been working with me closely ever since I started at the University, in 1976.  We had spent the last twenty-odd years flirting, but only once had we tried to take things further.  That time ended in complete disaster, so for the sake of our friendship, we kept things on a platonic level.  That didn’t stop us from teasing each other though, but it was Michelle who help keep me sane after Lisa’s death.

“The only date Will is likely to have,” I heard David’s voice from behind a partition,   “is with Mrs Palm and her five daughters.”

I had known David for years; we met at University, and worked together many times in the past.  Mind you, since he became a married man several years ago, he seemed to have forgotten what it was like to be without a “significant other”.

“You people in steady relationships shouldn’t gloat about it to us single people,” I said.  “Besides, I can still remember times when you asked me to set you up with any single women that I knew of; even if you have conveniently forgotten that.”

“You know,” Michelle said softly so only I could hear, “if you want a date, we could always try again.”

She leaned forward slightly, pulling her loose top down, giving me a perfect view of her breasts; at least, a view of the black bra covering her breasts.  I was initially skeptical of the “Friday casual” policy when it was introduced; most of the time I had meetings that required me to wear a business suit, but the other staff enjoyed the opportunity to dress down.  And I must admit, I enjoyed seeing Michelle in some of her casual outfits; she never dressed inappropriately, but she often found an opportunity to flash her breasts or panties when she knew only I could see.  Besides, on the days I did wear jeans and a casual shirt, like today, it was far more comfortable, particularly on these hot summer days.

The thought was rather tempting, and I smiled at her, licking my lips as I made a show of looking down her top.

“We both agreed that wouldn’t be a good idea,” I replied, “but thanks all the same.”

I held her hand, and kissed her lightly on the cheek.  We had gone out on a few dates several months ago, and it had not turned out to be all that successful.  For the sake of our professional relationship, and our friendship, we decided to keep things strictly non-sexual, although I knew Michelle still had desires for me.  As I still did for her; she was an attractive woman, smart and funny; but we didn’t want to jeopardize what we did have for maybe another night of not so great sex.

“I know Will,” she said wistfully.  “But, if you change your mind, I will be having a drink with some girlfriends down at the ‘Fortune of War’ pub a bit later.  You would be welcome to join us.”  She blew me a kiss as I started to leave.

“I will think about it, Michelle,” I replied.  “But I am not sure if I will join you.  You know how things are with us; besides, I value your friendship too much to risk that.”

“Well, next time we try something, we’ll skip the wine, I think,” she said, a reference to the one time we tried a date; we had foolishly drunk several bottles of wine over dinner.  Nerves, I guess, but as soon as I got into her bed, I fell asleep while she was in the bathroom getting ready.  Then, a few hours later, we both ended up kneeling around her toilet, throwing up.  As I has said, it probably wouldn’t be a good idea trying a date again.

“Have a good weekend, everyone, see you on Monday,” I called out to the office.  A chorus of “see ya’s” and “have a good weekend’s” accompanied me as I left the office suite, and pushed the elevator down button.

The location of Angie’s new salon wasn’t that far, about a block and a half away, and it took me less time to find the building than I thought.  Walking down the corridor, I checked the instructions.  Angie had said her new salon was right down the end of the hallway, past the elevators and opposite the stairwell.  ‘This must be it’, I thought; as I saw a fairly new sign ‘Classic Cutz’ above the doorway.  I pushed open the door, and a small bell attached to the doorjamb tinkled.

 “Oh, hi there Will,” Angie said, looking up from where she was doing an elderly woman’s hair.  “I’m running a bit late today, do you mind waiting?  I may be another thirty minutes or more, so I can reschedule you if you don’t have the time.  I called your office, but I had just missed you.”

“No, I am in no hurry,” I replied.  Work had finished for the day, and all I had ahead of me was another weekend by myself. “I don’t mind waiting.”

“OK, help yourself to the coffee and grab a chair”.

I liked going to Angie for my haircut; she knew how to cut and style my hair, keeping me looking presentable, and she was good fun too.  She didn’t have supermodel looks, but she wasn’t ugly; I guess just average good looking, not too fat, not too skinny.  We seemed to get on well, joking with each other while she shampooed and cut my hair, and more recently telling each other about our lives.  She had recently broken up from long-term relationships, her break-up more recent than mine – and not as emotionally devastating, I guessed.

Last month she was describing the new apartment she had just purchased, and I commented how it was a set of big changes for her - end of a relationship, new apartment, things like that.  That was when she told me she was leaving the salon she had been employed by for three years, and setting up one of her own with a professional colleague, and she hoped I would continue to see her at her new establishment.

The other reason why I liked her cutting my hair was the coffee she served.  There always was a fresh pot of hot, strong coffee, and normally the first thing she did was to get me a large cup. 

“Would you like a cup while I am here, Angie?” I asked, since it appeared she was by herself today.

“Yes, thanks Will, that would be great.  My cup is the large one with roses on it next to the coffee maker.  Just a dash of milk in it, please.”

I poured the two cups, gave Angie hers, and moved over to a vacant chair opposite from where she was doing the other lady’s hair.

“By yourself today, Angie?” I asked.

“Yes, Michael called in first thing to say he would be up at the hospital all day, James - his partner - was badly hurt in a car accident last night.  So it has just been me, and I have been run off my feet.  That’s why I’m running late,” she said, just when the phone rang, and she put down her scissors to answer it.

I picked up a dog-eared magazine, and lazily thumbed through it, sipping the coffee.

“That will definitely be the last call,” Angie sighed. “I will switch it over to the machine”.

Actually, there is one more reason why I enjoyed having Angie cut my hair; I had a strong suspicion she liked flirting with me.  On several occasions, while cutting my hair, she would let her breasts brush against my shoulders or arms, and on occasions when she was almost finished blow drying my hair, stand right behind me, and move in close so her breasts cradled my head.  Whenever I thought that she might me giving me signals, I quickly dismissed them, ‘What would she want with me?’ I would ask myself.
I returned to my skimming of the magazine, every so often looking in the mirror to look at Angie working, making sure she wasn’t noticing me watch her.  She was wearing a shortish denim skirt today, and it showed off her cute arse to advantage.  I had guessed she was about ten or twelve years younger than me, maybe in her mid to late twenties; I mean, a gentleman never asks a lady her age, does he?  But just from things she had told me about her life, like studying film at University, the number of years she had worked at the previous salon, things like that allows me to make what I thought was a reasonable estimate.

“I think I would like just a little more off the back,” the woman in the chair said.  Angie looked over at me and rolled her eyes in exasperation.

“Of course, Mrs. Molloy.  Perhaps another inch?”

I smiled back, and stood up to refill my coffee.  Already, more that the estimated thirty minutes had passed, and if the fussiness of ‘Mrs. Molloy’ was any indication, it would be another thirty minutes before my turn arrived.  All the more time to look at Angie, and see if I could detect any visible panty lines around her arse.  I continued my discreet observations, drinking my coffee and flicking through magazines.  Once when I looked up into the mirror to watch events behind me, Angie saw my face in the mirror and smiled at me, and I could have sworn she gave me a quick wink.

Finally, Mrs. Molloy was satisfied.  As she paid, Angie asked her, “Same time next week, Mrs. Molloy?”

“Yes, that will be fine, dear,” and she left the salon.

“God, I though the old battleaxe would never be happy,” Angie went over to the salon door, turned the “Open” sign around to display “Closed” and pulled the blind down over the glass pane in the door.  As she locked the door she said “No more interruptions today.  I really apologize for keeping you so late, Will.”

“That’s fine, Angie,” I replied. “I didn’t have any plans for tonight, anyway.  It’s nice to be around company.”

Angie flashed me a smile, and said, “OK, let’s get started.  Sit over here at the basin”.

This was one of my favourite parts of the whole process.  Angie would wash my hair, massaging the shampoo and conditioner into my scalp.  I would close my eyes and fantasize about her.  On more than one occasion the shampooing gave me a huge erection, causing a big bulge in my jeans, and I was sure she had noticed it then.  Each time after that she would spend as long as possible washing and massaging my hair and scalp, certainly it seemed longer that she would spend on other customers.  Not that I really objected, even though on more than one occasion I would worry that she would see the bulge in my pants.  I guess that is why I liked taking the last appointment of the day; there was no pressure on her to complete my hair quickly to serve her next client, and it was certainly worth far more than the price I paid for the haircut.

As I stood up to go to the sink, I realized that maybe I shouldn’t have drunk that second mug of coffee; my bladder felt uncomfortably full.  I was just about to ask if there was a bathroom handy, when she put the hand towel around my neck and led me towards the basin.  “I can hold on,” I thought.

I sat at the chair in front of the basin, laid my head back against the sink, and closed my eyes; Angie started talking about how crazy the day was without Michael there.

“I had to reschedule people, and everyone wanted to ring back to change their appointment time, it was just chaos.  I didn’t even have time for lunch,” she said.

I listened, making suitable “Uh huh” sounds, and let my mind wander as she soaped up my hair.  This was bliss.  I wondered if she was just as good as massaging the rest of my body, and imagined her rubbing her naked breasts up and down my back.  This was getting quiet arousing, and I could feel my prick start to swell. I just hoped it wasn’t too obvious.  As she moved around, several times I could feel the swell of her breast brush my shoulder.

Angie rinsed the shampoo off, and then started to massage the conditioner in.  Normally this is even more arousing that the shampoo, but the pressure from my bladder was now starting to get painful.  ‘I guess I will have to ask for the bathroom when she rinses my hair off.  Only another minute or two,’ I told myself.  I could also feel my prick swelling too - the combination of Angie’s massaging her breasts brushing against my shoulders, my previous fantasizing, and the full bladder was giving me quite a hard on.  I just hoped it wasn’t too obvious.  I could feel her thigh brush against my right leg as she massaged my scalp; I shifted my foot slightly so my leg pressed a little harder against hers, to see if she would shift.  No, she didn’t; she just moved slightly from side to side, her thigh rubbing against my jeans, and continued to talk about the new salon and her apartment.  ‘There is no way she cannot see the huge bulge in my pants,’ I thought, ‘she must be teasing me deliberately.’

Angie kept massaging, telling me about her new apartment.  “You really should see the view from the balcony, Will.  Mostly it is just of the surrounding buildings, by you can see through a gap over the park to the harbour.”

Normally, I would be in seventh heaven by now, but the need to pee was getting really urgent.  I realized that she had seen the bulge in my crotch, and probably wanted to see just how big it would get.  ‘Please,’ I thought to myself, ‘just hold on for another minute.’  I clenched the muscles around my prick and bladder as tight as I could, but this only caused my prick to swell more and push harder against the crotch of my jeans.  With my eyes closed, I couldn’t see my crotch, but I knew the bulge had to be so obvious to Angie.

“It’s important to massage this conditioner in really well”, she said, and somehow ‘accidentally’ brushed her breasts against my shoulders.

I tried to say something like ‘yes’, but only managed to let out a cross between a groan and a sigh.  “Besides, I am sure you enjoy this”, she said.

I could have sworn she was deliberately teasing me, getting me aroused to see what I would do.  If only I didn’t have this urgent desire to piss; I would ‘accidentally’ let a hand brush against her thigh.  ‘God’, I thought, ‘I can’t hold out much longer.  I can’t piss myself in front of her - I would just die.’  Finally, she started to rinse the conditioner out of my hair, and started to towel it dry.  The water was cool, and combined with the sound of running water; the need for me to empty my overfull bladder was almost uncontrollable.

“Angie, I have to use the bathroom...” I started to say, when the floodgates burst.

I looked down in horror - a large wet patch appeared around my crotch, growing with every second.  I felt Angie’s hands tighten on my shoulders, and she gave a little gasp.  All I could do was just stare at my jeans and the now large soaked area; I tried to say something but the only sounds I could make were deep groans of relief.  The piss continued to flood out around to my crotch, down my legs in two streams, and eventually to the floor where a yellow pool gathered.  I don’t think I had ever peed that much before in my life.  And all in front of the woman I had a secret crush on.  I was mortified.  Finally, I stopped peeing.  “I’m sorry . . . I just couldn’t hold it in . . . Oh God I’m so sorry Angie,” I stammered.

My face felt burning hot, what must she be thinking?  There is no way she would ask some pants-pissing fool to her apartment now.  I felt utter humiliation, sitting in my piss-soaked jeans, pools of my urine on the chair and floor; like I was some little kid that wasn’t toilet trained.

“Will, don’t worry, I guess I was partly my fault for keeping you so long and teasing you like I was doing,” Angie said.

She brushed a hand softly against my cheek and said softly, “I was teasing you too, enjoying myself seeing your reactions to what I was doing to you.  I’m sorry, that wasn’t professional of me, but...”

Her voice trailed off, leaving unsaid the fact that she was deliberately trying to arouse me, and seeing my prick get hard inside my jeans.

She continued, “I know what it’s like, that you can only hold on for so long.  Look, there is a clothes dryer in the back room, we can dry your jeans here, and then come home with me for dinner and I can wash them properly for you.  That’s the least I can do for the delay and now this.  Now let’s get those wet clothes off you.”

She moved around and knelt in front of me, and started to untie my shoelaces.  All I could do was look down at my soaked jeans and the puddle of piss on the floor.  “We can clean this up pretty quickly; besides, it’s not the first time something like this has happened.”

I looked at her, and gave a ‘thank you’ smile.  Her face seemed slightly flushed, and it looked like her nipples were slightly erect.  I wondered, had my ‘show’ turned her on a bit?  She knelt in front of me, and undid the laces of my shoes, pulling them and my socks off.  Even my socks were soaked.

“OK, out of those wet clothes,” she said.

Her face was directly in line with my crotch, still bulging slightly from my erection, and I could see her eyes looking at the wet denim clinging to it, outlining its shape.  How could I remove my jeans and undies without her seeing me?  Did the tip of her tongue just flick slightly across her lips?  She stood up, and turned around to grab a towel for me.  I stood, and started to unzip my jeans, and she held the towel in front of me, so I would have some privacy.  As I wriggled out of my soaked clothes, I glanced up and swore she was looking down at my erection.  I wrapped the towel around my waist, and she picked up my clothes, and took them to the drier in the back room.  There was a huge pool of piss on the chair and the floor.

“We can mop that up a bit later, Will”, she said, “Now let’s get back to your hair.”

She led me to her chair, and put a sheet around me.  At least that will hide my erection, I thought.  As she started to cut and trim my hair, she said, “Don’t be embarrassed about that Will, I really should have realized.  Besides, that happened to me earlier today.”

“What do you mean, Angie?” I asked.  The thought of her pissing her pants started to make my semi-hard prick swell again.

“As I said, I had been run off my feet all day, what with Michael away.  You know, just one customer after another, the phone never seeming to stop ringing, it was a real madhouse.  I didn’t have time to stop for lunch, just grabbing yet another coffee.  Well, it was getting close one o’clock, and I was doing this old guy’s hair.  A real fusspot, wanted more off here, something else there, trim his eyebrows, all that stuff.  I was really busting, as I hadn’t had a chance to take a pee break all morning, and I thought he would never be happy.  I mean, I couldn’t really put a hand between my legs and squeeze tight, and you try to stand cross-legged while cutting someone’s hair!  I really wanted put my hand against my crotch to hold it in.  I was squeezing my muscles so tight I could hardly breathe.  Maybe all the coffee was having its effect?”

“Yeah, I know about what effect your coffee has.  Have you been loading it up with a diuretic or something?  I swear those cups went straight through me”, I said.

Angie laughed, “I think there must be something to that; I can tell you, my back teeth were practically swimming, I was that full of piss.  Even now I still feel full!”

“Well, finally he was satisfied, and as I went to ring up the sale at the register, I couldn’t hold it - I peed a bit in my panties.  Not much, just enough to make the crotch of my panties damp, but I was still bursting.  I managed to squeeze it off, but I felt I was about to explode.  As he pulled out his money to pay me, he dropped some coins on the floor, and stuffed around for what felt like HOURS picking them up.  Another little spurt came out, and I could feel my panties were soaked.  At least behind the counter I could jam my hand against my crotch, to try to relieve the pressure.  Then he wanted to make another appointment, and fussed around checking his diary. God, I thought, just pick a date or we will all be swimming here!  When I closed the door behind him, another huge spurt came out.  I could feel my panties drenched and the pee running down my legs.  I ran to the back room, feeling the piss run down my legs, and just had time to pull my skirt up and sit over a bucket.  I didn’t even have time to pull my panties down, I pissed and pissed and pissed through them; I thought it would never stop.  I must have looked a real sight - skirt hitched up, pee streaming from my sopping panties, squatting over a plastic bucket with this huge stream of piss shooting into it.  And the sound of my piss shooting into the bucket - they must have heard me out on the street!  But it was such a relief to finally empty my bladder; and I stayed squatting over the bucket for a minute or two, catching my breath.  I pulled panties off; they were completely soaked, right around to the back. I hope you don’t mind, but they are in the drier with your clothes now.  I couldn’t believe how much pee was in the bucket; I wouldn’t have believed I could have held so much!  I emptied the bucket, and found a towel to dry my crotch and legs, and used one of the hair dryers to dry some wet spots on my skirt.  Just as well I remembered to lock the salon door.”

God, was I hard, I could just picture her, squatting over that bucket, hot pee streaming from her pussy.  I would give anything to see her piss like that.  Just as well I had both the towel and sheet over my crotch; otherwise my erection would be completely obvious.

“Probably just as well it happened then, and not while old Mrs. Molloy was fussing about,” I said, smiling.  “Otherwise, we both would have put on a show,” and laughed.
Angie laughed, and said, “You should be so lucky!” at which we both laughed.  But the image of her squatting over the bucket, piss streaming from her tasty pussy, filled my mind.

“So I have been pantiless all afternoon,” she confessed, “Maybe I should call the salon “Commando Cuts”!”

I grinned and said, “So that’s why I couldn’t see any panty lines around your bum,” and gave her a knowing smile.

“Were you looking at my bum while you were waiting?” she asked.

“Of course,” I replied, thinking I had nothing to lose by being a bit bold.  “I often look at your bum and other areas of your body while I am waiting here.  It is the highlight of my day – actually, the highlight of my month.  Anyway, I had decided that you probably weren’t wearing any panties today.”

Angie laughed and said, “Well, it does make my bum look really smooth.”  She stepped away from the chair, pulled her skirt tight around her arse, and stuck it out towards me.  “What do you think?  Does my body look sexy like this?  Feel and see how smooth it is.”

I ran a hand over her arse.  There were no telltale bumps from the edge of her panties.  I let my hand wander over her skirt, and felt the cleavage between her cheeks. “Very, very sexy, Angie.  You should dress like that more often,” I said.  “But you will have to be careful when you bend down.”  I let my hand wander down her thighs, rubbing them lightly through the thin fabric of her skirt.  As I moved my hand back up to her arse, I pressed my fingers slightly harder against her, feeling the shape of her buttocks, and the curve of her delectable arse.

“Very smooth, Angie, and very sexy, I must say.  You bum is the sexiest I have felt for a long, long, time.”

My fingers slid around further, to the cleft between the cheeks, and down to where they curved between her legs.

Angie let out a soft sigh as I rubbed her, and said “Well thank you sir,” fluttering her eyelashes.  “No one has told me I look sexy for quite a while, and no one has rubbed my bum like that for a long time, either.”

Her face looked flushed, and a quick glance at her breasts showed her nipples starting to harden.  My cock throbbed under the towel.  If only she knew!  Too much more of that and my crotch would be wet again - but a different wetness this time.  I was almost tempted to slide my hand under her skirt, but was afraid that would be going too far.  Reluctantly, I removed my hand from her body, and tried to hide the growing bulge starting to appear under the sheet.  Looking in the mirror, I saw Angie glancing towards my crotch, her face slightly pink, and her eyes were sparkling.

Angie seemed to swallow, and take a few deep breaths.  “Anyway, Will,” she said, “I haven’t had anyone over for dinner in the new apartment, so it will be great to show it off to someone.  Now, what do you think of your hair?”  She asked.  “Let me get a mirror so you can see the back”.

She walked over to a bench on the other side of the room, and I followed her movements in the mirror.  As she bent down to get a mirror from a low shelf, she turned her body to face me, and spread her legs wide apart as she crouched down, hitching her skirt almost all the way up.  I had a perfect view of her legs all the way up to her crotch, which true to her word, was not covered by any underwear.  Somehow, the light seemed to reflect giving me a perfect view of her pubic hair and the lips of her pussy seemed to be glistening slightly.  My cock sprang to full size, hard and throbbing.  She remained there, legs apart for fifteen or twenty seconds, giving me a perfect view while she rummaged around the items on the shelf.  “Here’s the mirror.  I like to make sure you get a proper look at my work,” she said, smiling suggestively at me.

I looked at the reflection of the back of my neck. “You are wonderful . . . I mean, the cut is perfect, thank you.  You always do a great job,” I said.

“You’re welcome, Will,” Angie said as she brushed the cut hair off the sheet, and gave my hair a final comb.  Angie then removed the sheet and looked down at my crotch, where my erection was rather obviously pushing the towel around my waist up.

“Now I had better clean up where I peed.” I said, trying to distract her attention from the state of my arousal.

“Wait a minute, Will.  I saw you, now watch this.” She said.  She swiveled my chair around to face the centre of the room, stepped back a little, and stood about three or four feet from me. Planting her feet apart, and hitching her dress up slightly, she looked directly at me.

“We will have something else to clean up, too.”

With those words, I heard the hissing sound of her peeing, and saw a stream of piss shoot down between her legs, forming a growing puddle on the floor between her feet.  “Ahhhhh, that feels so good,” Angie said, her eyes closed in a look of pure pleasure.  “That has been building up all afternoon, and I haven’t had a chance to go to the bathroom.”

She hitched her skirt even higher, exposing her crotch and pussy, and I could easily see the stream of piss coming directly from her pussy as she continued to relieve herself on the floor.  I couldn’t believe what I was seeing - here was this lovely woman, legs apart, pissing right in front of me.  I doubt my prick had ever been as hard as it was now.  Her nipples were rock hard under her top, their outlines clearly apparent against the fabric of her bra and shirt.  Her piss continued to flow, and there were some smaller streams running down the insides of her thighs Angie moaned softly as she relieved herself on the floor of her salon.  Finally, her flow ceased, and she stood in the middle of a large pool of pee.  She let her skirt drop back down, hiding her lovely pussy from view once more.

“Now, we both have something to clean up,” she said, laughing.  “Let me get your clothes, they should be dry now.”

Angie went to the back room, and I felt my prick.  It was rock hard.  I stood up, repositioning my prick so it wasn’t so obvious.  “Here’s your clothes,” she said, putting my jeans and undies over the back of the chair.  “Let me get the mop and bucket.  As she turned around to go to the back room, I dropped the towel, and grabbed my now dry undies.  My prick was rock hard, sticking straight out from my body.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw Angie looking at my reflection in a mirror.  ‘Oh well, at least she knows I appreciated her show,’ I thought.  As I pulled up my jeans, I could see her hike her dress up and pull her panties up.  What a great arse she had.  I adjusted my prick as best I could, still amazed with what I had seen.

“Your jeans were still a little damp,” she said, coming back to the main room.  “But no one will be able to notice anything.”  She felt around my butt, and inside my thighs where the fabric was still a little damp.  Her hands were getting very close to my prick.  “In fact, they will probably be dry before we get home; only you and I will really know what happened here.”

Angie got the mop and bucket, cleaning up the floor where her piss had formed a large pool.  Then, she moved over to the seat in front of the basin, and that was soon clean.

I was still speechless, completely amazed at what I had just seen.  Had she just told me about pissing her pants, then squatting over a bucket?  Had she asked me to rub her bum through her skirt, and then showed me her pussy?  Did I just see her brazenly piss on the floor in front of me?  And here she was, acting as if everything was normal.  I shook my head, wondering if somehow I was imagining things or dreaming.

Angie came out from the room at the back, and said “If you can wait a few minutes, Will, I can just close up and we can go to the train station.  I have chicken at home, tell me, do you like Thai cooking?”

“That sounds great, Angie,” I replied. “Perhaps I could get a bottle or two of wine on the way?”  I started to wonder what else could be in store this evening.

“There is a great bottle shop on the corner of my street,” she answered.  “I love wine with dinner, and besides, tomorrow is Saturday and I don’t have to work”.

Within a few minutes, Angie had closed up, and as she switched the lights off said, “Now that is a haircut that neither of us will forget quickly”.  Locking the door behind her, she put her arm through mine as we walked towards the subway station.

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(To be continued....)

 

Very nice indeed @Maclir! I am very pleased you dusted this story off ... and I am going to read part 2 immediately 🙂 

[Kupar 12,420]

On 5/3/2022 at 12:42 AM, Maclir said:

(Part 2 - more wetting, voyeurism, sex....)

 

Dinner at Angie’s Apartment

Friday Night, November 12, 1999

It was only a five-minute walk to the Martin Place train station, and we walked arm in arm through the crowds.  Friday night happy hour bar types, office workers determined to start the weekend off with a buzz.  The younger ones would move on to the hipper clubs, no doubt to dance and party on until early morning.  I had never been much for that scene, and I asked Angie if she was into the club and dance scene.

“No, not really.  I use to go with a bunch of friends, but they would always hang out with my ex and his group.  I really don’t want to face that.  Besides, I can’t see the sense in spending so much on overpriced cocktails and listening to loud crappy music”, Angie replied.  “Plus, all that partying left me too wasted the next day.  Weekends are to be enjoyed, not to spend time hung over puking up $100 worth of drinks.”

“Sounds like the voice of a bad experience,” I grinned wryly.
“The last time I went out clubbing was definitely bad.  It was just after John and I split up, and I was determined to prove to people I didn’t need him to have a good time.  I guess I must have drunk far too much, and I don’t know where we ended up.  All I can remember is one of my friends shaking me awake; I had passed out in a seat at some club.  I had completely pissed my pants - they were soaked.  Somehow she got me home and into bed, I can’t remember that.  When I woke up in the morning, I must have pissed myself again, and as soon as I sat up in bed, I threw up everywhere.  God I was bad - I couldn’t even get up.  When I finally had the strength to get up; it must have been around noon.  I was covered in vomit, the bed was soaked with piss; I had even crapped my pants.  I crawled off to the bathroom, peeled off my clothes - and that made me throw up again - this time in the toilet, thank God.  It took me all afternoon to clean up the place.  I threw out the sheets, the clothes I wore, even the bed.  I swore then never to go out and do that again.  And I haven’t, either”, Angie said, almost defiantly.

“Sounds a real bad experience to me.  You were fortunate you had a friend to take you home,” I said.

“Yes, Sandra is a good friend; probably my best friend.  She rang me up twice that day to see how I was.  Anyway, after that, I have given up going out raging.  Besides, I save a lot of money that way too.”

I nodded in agreement.  “So, does that mean you have given up drinking?  I don’t have to get the wine to go with dinner if you don’t drink anymore.”

“No bloody way, Will,” Angie said.  “I have just given up going out raging at clubs, not drinking nice wine.  Besides, how could we have a nice dinner without a bottle or two?”

The train pulled into the platform, and we pushed our way into a carriage.  Just our luck, right in the middle of evening rush hour.  We squeezed into the carriage, and I put one arm around Angie to hold her, while with the other hand held the grab rail overhead.  She put an arm around me, and I could feel her breasts press gently against me.  “We only have two stops to go,” she said softly in my ear.  “Edgecliff is the closest station to my place.”

As the train pulled away, the rocking motion and pushing from the crowd made our bodies rub together.  “Mind you, this is not all that unpleasant,” I whispered into her ear as I could feel my prick start to stiffen again.

“So I can tell,” Angie whispered back, looking down towards my crotch.  “Be careful, or your pants will really need a good wash”.

A few minutes later, we arrived at her station, and were carried out of the carriage in the flow of commuters.  I held her hand tightly, not wanting to get separated from her.  Up at street level, she pointed to a shop across the road, “There is the wine store”.

We looked at various bottles, “A nice chardonnay?” I asked.

“That looks a good one,” Angie answered. “Let’s get two bottles.”

I made a mental note; two bottles just between us.  She must be used to drinking wine; if I were to drink a whole bottle by myself I would probably pass out.  No wonder she would get wasted when she went to clubs if she drank like that.

Five minutes later, we were in her apartment.  It was up about eight floors in an older building behind New South Head Road, and it was more spacious than the newer apartments, particularly the one I was staying in, flat-sitting for Garry and Kate.  “I haven’t had the time or money to get much furniture,” Angie said, “and I had to buy a new bed the other month too.”  We entered the main living room; an old sofa was against one wall, looking towards the glass doors leading to the balcony.  There was no dining table, just three stools against the serving counter separating the living room from the kitchen.  A laundry and storeroom was off to the right from the apartment entry, and some closets were to the right.  “The main bedroom is down the hall to the left, and I have a spare bedroom that is still half filled with boxes on the other side of the hallway at the end.  The bathroom is just on the right as you enter the hall.  If you want, have a shower first, while I get the meal going.  I will find something for you to wear while the clothes are washing.  The residents’ association doesn’t allow you to run washers and driers after 10 pm; a good thing too, normally.”

“Thanks.  Your place looks nice - and the view is good, too” I said.  The curtains hadn’t been drawn across the big sliding glass doors, and I could see some adjacent apartment buildings, and the blue water of the harbour.  “You are right, you can see the harbour.”

“That’s not all you can see,” Angie said.  “Sometimes you can see in the windows of the building just across the street, and several people don’t believe in closing their drapes.  There may be a good show for us later tonight.”

“I think I have already seen a pretty good show so far this evening,” I said, grinning at her.

Angie just laughed, slapped me on the butt and said, “Off to the shower with you, big boy.”

Once in the bathroom, Angie showed me where the towels were, and said “I will find something for you to wear; I may have a sexy miniskirt for you to slip into,” and laughed as she closed the door.

“Fine, then; but I haven’t shaved my legs,” I replied.

The bathroom was large for the apartment; a small bathtub and a separate shower, a toilet, sink and vanity cabinet.  It was larger and nicer than in the apartment I was living in at the moment.  I looked around for some soap and shampoo; even though I had a lovely shampoo before the haircut I liked to wash my hair after it was cut; that way all the little cut pieces are washed away.  I didn’t want to pry among her personal effects, but the first drawer I opened contained various feminine things, including an open tampax packet, and her contraceptive pills.  I shut the drawer, feeling somewhat embarrassed.  I undressed, and turned the shower on.  Just then, Angie knocked at the door, and said “Pass me your clothes, I will throw them in the washing machine; I have found an old track suit that may fit you.”  It certainly was an old and baggy tracksuit; not one of the new nylon types, but the old cotton towelling style.  Better than nothing, anyway.

The shower was lovely and warm, and I lathered myself up with the soap, thinking about all that had happened since I left the office no more than two hours ago.  The sight of Angie’s exposed pussy, seeing her pissing on the floor, and feeling her breasts rub against me gave me a raging hard on.  ‘Soap is such a slut,’ I said half to myself.  I was tempted to wank off there and then, but though that Angie will be waiting to have a shower as well, and I certainly would want to leave any patches of come in here shower.  I rinsed the soap off, stepped out of the shower and dried myself.  The tracksuit fitted ok, although it was a little tight around the butt and crotch.

I went back out to the living room, and saw Angie working in the kitchen.  “That smells great,” I said.  “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“You could set the places for us to eat,” she said.  “The plates are in the cupboard next to the fridge, and cutlery in the draw there.  I should go and have a shower, and then put the washing on.”

I found the plates, set the table; well, at least the eating area of the kitchen counter, got two wine glasses, and made sure the wine was chilled.  I checked the food, a Thai green chicken curry, rice, and there were some little savoury things in the oven.  My mind drifted, imagining Angie naked, wet and soapy in the shower.  “Damn,” I thought, “these track pants won’t hide any sort of erection”.  I wasn’t wearing any underwear under the track pants, and my prick was free to move around at will.  I wandered out to the balcony, and noticed that there were probably ten or fifteen other apartments that could easily be seen in; at least if they left the drapes open.  ‘I wonder if she is also into voyeurism, too.’ I thought.

While I was out on the balcony contemplating the potential for exhibitionistic neighbours, Angie joined me.  “Probably another fifteen minutes for dinner, the curry is ready, but the savouries in the oven aren’t warm enough yet.”  She had changed into a pair of jeans and a sleeveless top, more like a longer, non-midriff-baring sports top.  It looked like she wasn’t wearing a bra under her top, as there were no telltale ridges from any bra straps.  The top showed off her breasts very well, they were not too large; nor the small “fried egg” boobs, as we called them at school.  The ideal size to fit within a hand, I estimated, remembering the old saying, ‘Anything over a mouthful is wasted’.  I was about to complement her on how nice she looked, when she grabbed my hand and pointed to an open window in the apartment block next to us.

“See what I mean about the good view,” she said.

The window opened into the bathroom of an adjacent apartment, and the late evening sun lit up the interior of that room.  As well as the shower, there was a full view of the toilet and washbasin.

“She normally gets home about now, and will probably have a shower before getting changed.  See just to the right?  That is her bedroom.”

Angie pointed to a large window through which we could see a double bed.  Angie ducked back into the kitchen to check on the meal.  Upon returning, she pulled her drapes closed behind her.

“We don’t want to scare her off having us lit up here.  See - there is now a light on inside her apartment.”

She was right.  A light from elsewhere in the apartment lit up part of the bedroom.  A few seconds later, a woman entered the bedroom, tossing a handbag on the bed.  She turned on the light, and started to undress.
 
“The show is about to start,” Angie whispered in my ear as she gripped my arm tightly.

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation; the thought of watching some other woman undress seemed to excite her.  The unknown woman took off her blouse, showing a black lacy bra containing her rather large breasts.
 
“They have to be fake,” I said.  “No tits that size sit like that without sagging,” I added as she removed the bra to expose two big, round breasts.

The woman, oblivious to us watching, stood in front of her mirror, and started to rub them slowly, rolling the nipples between her thumb and fingers.  Angie started to breathe faster now, and I noticed her hand drop momentarily between her legs, before she remembered I was with her, and she held the balcony rail.  

“It gets better, watch,” she said, her eyes fixed on the scene before us.

It was pretty erotic, and I quickly readjusted my swelling prick to a more comfortable, and less obvious, angle.  Now, taking one of her breasts, she raised it to her mouth, and her tongue licked the swollen nipple, before she took it in her mouth and sucked.  She then repeated that with the second breast.

“God,” Angie groaned, “I would love to be able to do that.”

Her own nipples were just as hard and erect as the woman’s in the next apartment, and her breathing was starting to become faster and shallower.  Angie seemed oblivious to the fact I was there, even though she was holding my arm tightly.  Having completed with her breasts, the woman now unzipped her skirt, stepping out of it and laying it on the bed.  Her hands reached down between her legs, rubbing her crotch several times, before removing her panties.  She now sat on the edge of her bed, with her legs apart, obviously where she could watch herself masturbating in the mirror.  One hand would rub between her legs, while the other would squeeze her breasts and tease her nipples. Angle had forgotten about me now, and slipped her free hand inside her jeans.  The woman must have stuck two fingers in her cunt, because she brought them to her mouth, sucking and tasting her juices on them, and moved back to rub and finger herself.  Within a minute, we could see her orgasm.

“Wow,” Angie said, “I hadn’t seen her suck her juices off her fingers before.”

The woman stood up, and walked from the bedroom into the adjoining bathroom.  We saw the light come on, and she sat on the toilet, legs apart, and pissed.  We were much too far away to see or hear her actually pissing, but we could see the relief on her face as she leaned back and continued to rub herself, continuing to taste her piss and pussy juices.

“That is so hot,” I whispered in Angie’s ear.

Angie realized I was next to her, quickly taking her hand from her jeans.  “Yes.  She does that most evenings, but that is the hottest I have seen so far.  I wonder if she ever has any male company over?” she pondered.

“Do you want us to stay out here all night just in case?” I asked, thinking it may inspire Angie to some more “personal” activities.

“No, I think we can find better ways to spend the evening”, she said with a smile, “but if there is something to watch, you may get an inspiration.”

The woman stood up, and I thought the show was over and turned to go inside, when Angie pulled on my arm.

“Wait, the finale is about to start,” Angie said.

I looked back into the bathroom, and saw the woman leaning back against the washbasin.  She spread her legs apart, and with a hand spreading her pussy lips apart, pissed on the bathroom floor while rubbing her clit.  “Wasn’t that something?” Angie said.  “And you thought I was bold!”

Lady Masturbation (as I now thought of her), having satisfied herself for the present, went to the shower, turning in on, and then stepping inside.

“Well, your ‘show’ was just for me; I guess she does that just for herself,” I said.  “That made yours much more personal.  Anyway, that’s all for now, I guess,” I said, taking the opportunity to reposition my hard prick yet again.  Damn not having any underwear on under these pants.

“Yes, and dinner should be just about ready too”, Angie said, opening the door back inside her apartment.  “Could you open the wine and pour some glasses while I serve the meal?” I opened one of the wine bottles, and poured two glasses, while Angie served up the main meal.

We sat at the meal counter, and clinked our wine glasses. “To you, and your powerful coffee”, I toasted, smiling at her.

“To us”, Angie corrected, “And... well, fun times.”

“You mean wet times?” I said, and she blushed a deep red.

 “This is very tasty,” I said.  “If you ever feel like a change from hairdressing, you could earn a living as a chef”.

Angie laughed, “No, I must admit, I did cheat somewhat.  The main meal was prepared already; I got it the other night from a take away restaurant at the main Edgecliff shops.  I just had to put it on the stove.  Besides, more interesting things can happen in a salon than in a restaurant.”  My cheeks reddened slightly, remembering how things started with me pissing myself in front of her.

“You know, those old sweats of mine fit you ok,” she said, looking at me.  “Although I could have given you that miniskirt and a halter top I was thinking about...”

“You only want me as a sex object to ogle my body,” I said, teasingly.  “You women are all the same, just using us men to satisfy your own sexual fantasies, not treating us as a real person.”

She laughed, and said, “Well, don’t try to tell me you have never ogled my body.  I have seen you looking at me in the mirror while I cut someone else’s hair, thinking I wouldn’t notice.”

Caught.  And I thought I was always very discrete when I looked at her.  “Well, I am a connoisseur, I appreciate the finer things in life and love to appreciate them,” I tried to explain.  “But if you would prefer, if it offends you, I won’t look at you that way again... “I continued, half-jokingly.

 “No, I like it when you look at me like that.  You make me feel sexy and desirable.  It’s been a long time since anyone made me feel attractive and desirable, since a man made me feel like I was sexy, like he wanted me...” her voice trailed off, and she looked down, blinking once or twice.

I reached over and held her hand, squeezing it.  “I have always found you attractive and desirable, sexy and you make me feel like I want to be with you.”  I looked into her eyes and continued softly, “I can’t help it Angie, looking at you and being with you turns me on - you are a very desirable woman, and from when we first met I have had strong feelings for you.”

She looked at me and said softly, “Thank you, Will.  No one has ever told me that.”  We both looked down at our food, each a bit embarrassed by the sudden personal turn in the conversation.  Angie took a big sip from her glass, and then a second to finish it off.  “Should we open the second bottle?  It is still early,” she said.

I had only had a bit over a glass, so she must have drunk about four glasses.  Had I drunk that much I would be thinking about lying down and having a quiet little sleep, but then I was never a big drinker.  I got the second bottle from the fridge, opened it and filled her glass, and topped up mine.  “To us,” I said.

“To us,” Angie answered, taking a large drink from her glass.

We ate in silence for a minute or two, when Angie asked me “Where are you living at the moment; aren’t you looking after a friend’s apartment?”

 “Yes, still in Garry’s apartment at Cremorne,” I answered.  “He and his wife are in England; her father has been quite ill.  But they get home after next weekend, so I guess I will have to find somewhere else.  Their apartment is OK, and it was really convenient having their place to move into, but I am tired of living like a squatter.  All of my stuff is still in storage, and it will be good to have a place I can treat as mine again.  After my wife died, my counsellor told me I should ‘reboot’ my life, sell the house we had owned together, all of the stuff we shared, and simplify things for a while.  I’ve been doing that for almost nine months now, and I think I’m ready to put down roots again.”

“Yes, that gets tiring after a while”, Angie said.  “I have only been here a little over a month, but it is so much better than renting or living in someone else’s place.”  We had now finished the main meal, and Angie got up to clear the plates.  “Would you like some ice cream?  There is some in the freezer.”

“That sounds great, but not too much thanks,” I answered.

Angie served two bowls of ice cream, a scoop of mint chocolate chip and one of French vanilla.  She took a spoonful of the vanilla, and rubbed it around her lips, letting some of the melted ice cream dribble down her chin, and it dripped onto her breasts.  “Wicked woman”, I laughed.

“Just trying to give you some thoughts”, she said in reply.

We finished off the ice cream, and another glass of wine each.  I guess I had probably had two and a half glasses myself, while Angie must have had five or six.  ‘She can knock them away’, I thought.  I reminded myself not to have any more; memories of being drunk at Michelle’s place came back to my mind.  Plus, with the meds I was on for my heart problems, too much alcohol would make me fall asleep.

Angie took the empty ice cream bowls back to the kitchen, putting them in the dishwasher.  Coming back to the counter, she picked up her wine half empty wine glass, and drained it in two swallows.  She then stood in the middle of the kitchen floor, and said “OK, come in here, I have something to show you.”  I went in the kitchen, and she was standing in the middle of the floor, legs slightly apart, and hands on her hips.
 
“Now watch this”, she said, and a wet patch appeared in the crotch of her jeans, quickly spreading down the inside of her legs as her piss flowed out of her to the floor.  Ahhhh... that is even better than the last time.”

I walked to her, put an arm around her waist, and started to rub her pissy wet crotch with my other hand.  

“Ohhh, yes, yes, keep doing that.”

She leant back against the cupboard, and opened her legs wider.  I unbuttoned her jeans, zipped down the fly, and slid my hand inside.  Her panties were soaked with pee; all that wine she had drunk was now working its way back out.  As I started to rub her pussy and clit through her panties, I felt some more little spurts of pee squirt out into my hand.  She started to moan.

“Yes, rub my clit, rub my cunt Will”, and her panties started to get sticky with her pussy juices adding to her piss.

Sliding a finger inside her panties, I rubbed her clit, sliding my finger along her pussy, wet with warm piss and juices.  Pushing her jeans and panties down to her ankles, where there was now a large pool of piss, I spread her legs wider, sliding first one then two fingers inside her cunt.  Boy, was she hot and wet inside.  Taking my fingers from her, I brought them to my mouth.  My hand was drenched from both her juices and piss, and I put each finger in my mouth in turn, sucking them clean.

“You taste so good, Angie,” I said, “I love the taste of your juices.”

“Oh yes Will, taste me please,” she moaned.

I lifted her up on the counter, pushing her soaked jeans and panties off, and spread her legs wide.  Her cunt was soaked; the lips red and puffy, and wide open.  Bending down, I licked the inside of her upper thighs, wet and slick from piss and pussy juice.  She tasted so good.  My tongue now licked her pussy, tasting the salty taste of her piss and the sweetness of her pussy juice.  I pushed my tongue inside her cunt, and she gasped, “Yes, yes.” She seemed close to coming.  I slid one hand underneath her butt, pressing my thumb lightly against her anus while I licked her clit. I felt her pushing against my thumb, and with everything so wet, my thumb slid into her arse.  “Ohhh yes fuck oohhhh”, she cried out as she came, squirting the last of her piss into my mouth.

“Now I have something for you, honey,” I said once she recovered.

I took her hand, and held it to my prick, against the cotton of the sweat pants.  “Feel this”, I said as I pissed as hard as I could.  Being semi erect, it took a while to start, but then my piss spurted out, drenching the fabric around her hand.  I quickly soaked the pants, my piss joining hers on the kitchen floor.

Angie pulled my pants down, and aimed the stream of my piss directly at her cunt.  “Oh yes, piss on my cunt Will.”  The stream of piss shot between her legs, soaking her pussy, adding to the pool of fluids on the bench and floor.

“That was hot, Will, I loved seeing and feeling that”, she said.  “I wanted to feel your prick pissing the first time today, but was worried what you would think.  Now please - fuck me here - I want you inside me.”

Not needing any further encouragement, I pushed my soaked pants to the floor, and she gave my prick a few rubs.  Pressing it against her soaking pussy, I rubbed the shaft between her pussy lips, letting the head rub her clit several times.  “Put it in me, please, Will”, Angie pleaded.  Without waiting for a second invitation, my prick slid inside.  “Oh yes, I love that.  Fuck me Will.”

It didn’t take too long fucking on the counter that way, and I could feel myself ready to come.  “Angie, I am about to come,” I said.

 “Come inside me, Will” Angie said.  Those words were enough to take me over the edge, and I could feel my sperm shooting inside her cunt, adding to the hot fluids already there.  Angie’s hand was rubbing her clit, and she cried out, “Oh yes, yes, yes”, and I felt some more hot piss flow around my prick as her cunt spasmed in her own orgasm.

Both exhausted, we leant against the sink.  I kissed her, and said, “Time for another shower I think.”

“Yes,” she said, “but this time lets shower together.

We peeled off our remaining clothes, leaving them in the pool of piss and other fluids.  We entered the bathroom, and I started to run the shower.  “Shit,” exclaimed Angie.  I forgot to put the washing machine on.  And it’s too late to start it now.”

“Well, we would only have had to run another load of clothes.  I guess it can wait until the morning,” I answered, getting the water temperature to a nice warm level.

“But you don’t have anything to wear, Will”, Angie said.  “You will have to stay the night here.”

“Well, I guess I can put up with that if I have to,” I replied, pulling a mock face.

Angie playfully slapped my butt.  “So what, are you one of those guys that fucks and runs?” she said, teasing me.

“Certainly not”, I stated. “Unless you don’t want me to stay?”

The shower was now ready, and I pulled Angie in with me.  “Let me wash you and make you nice and clean”, I said, taking the soap.  She leaned back against the shower wall as I massaged her breasts and stomach with the soap, and then started to rub my soapy hand between her legs.

“Oh, that is so good,” she said, closing her eyes and opening her legs wider.  My fingers gently rubbed either side of her pussy, every so often sliding along between her wet, slippery lips.  Her clit was still swollen and sensitive, and I kept brushing it lightly with each stroke, letting the tip of my finger run around the opening to her cunt.  My other hand was squeezing her butt, and I pressed a finger lightly against her puckered anus.

As I leant forward to suck on one of her breasts, she moaned softly “Ohhhh Will, that’s so good.”  Her nipple was rock hard inside my mouth, and I rolled my lips and tongue around it.  Her cunt was very wet and slippery from a combination of water, soap and her juices, and my finger slid easily inside her, rubbing against the ridges just inside the opening.  As she moved her hips back and forth with my rubbing, I pressed my other finger against her asshole, and slowly worked it inside her.

“Ohh please, rub me, fuck me with your fingers, ohhhhh,” Angie moaned, breathing hard as her arousal grew towards its peak.  Then, with a soft grunt, she came, her cunt and arse gripping and squeezing my fingers.  “ohhh nnnnggg yessss”.  Angie collapsed against me; her breathing was hard and fast.

Taking my fingers from her body, I washed her arse and pussy briefly, and then held her face, kissing her gently.  Our tongues met, and she pressed my face harder against hers.  “I have never come so deeply, so many times as I have tonight”, she said once we separated.  “Now let me wash you.”

I leant back against the show wall and closed my eyes as she lathered the soap on my chest, stomach and back.  Then, very gently, she started rubbing my prick between her two hands, making them into a soft, soapy vagina.  I sighed softly, feeling my prick once again swelling and getting hard.  “You are the perfect size, Will”, she said, “You have a wonderful prick.”

After several minutes, the water started to run cold.  “Shower’s over, I guess”, Angie said.  Now let’s find something for you to wear.”  I turned off the shower, and Angie tossed a dry towel to me.  I watched her as she dried herself, her breasts jiggling slightly as she dried her hair, and was amazed at how this wonderful woman had come into my life.

Once we were dry, I took her in my arms, hugging her to me.  “This has been the best day of my life.  It’s as if all my dreams have come true.” I said, gently kissing her cheeks and lips.

“Mine too, Will.” Angie replied.  “I never thought I would have the nerve to ask you out.  I guess we both needed nature to push us along.”

I wrapped a towel around my waist, and went back to the kitchen with the other wet towels.  What a mess!  There was a pile of clothes, soaked in our combined piss.  I bundled the clothes up in the towel, and took the whole lot to the washing machine.  Too bad about the “no washing machines after 10 pm” rule, even though it was not yet 10, the cycle would not be finished by then.  With my jeans already in the machine, plus a few of Angie’s items, the last lot of wet clothes filled the machine.

As I got back to the kitchen, Angie had just finished mopping the floor.  I started to clear the plates from the table, and loaded up the dishwasher.  In a minute or two, the place was neat and clean once again.

“Now, let’s find something for you to wear.  Although I do like that towel around you,” she said, reaching inside it to fondle my prick.  “Let’s see what I have in my bedroom.”

Angie’s bedroom was simple, a queen sized bed with two side tables, a large antique style dresser with a big mirror above it, and a built in closet alone one wall.  A large window looked out, towards the same apartment where “Lady Masturbation” had put on her display earlier in the evening.  

“I wonder what she is up to tonight?” I asked, pointing to the apartment out the window.  I noticed that the windows were still open, and the lights were on inside.

Angie looked out of the window with me. “We have a good view of her bed from here,” she said, “although we can’t see in her bathroom.”  Angie went back to her dresser, rummaging through the drawers.  “Do you want to try these on?” she asked, showing me a skimpy black thong, laughing as she did.

I had already left the towel in the bathroom, so I held the thong up against my waist.  “I don’t think I could get into that, and even if I could, too many things would hang out.”

“Well, it is a warm night, so you aren’t going to freeze.  What about pulling this on?”  She showed me a large, baggy tee shirt, the sort that some women use to sleep in.  At least it wasn’t pink with cute animals or flowers on it.

“Looks like it will fit,” I said, and pulled it over my head.  It did fit, although it barely covered my butt.  The tip of my prick hung just below the bottom hem.

“I like what I see,” Angie said.  “I think that is all I have that will fit you.”  She found a tee shirt for herself, and a short skirt.  “I like the panty-less feel - I think I will stay that way for a while,” she said, giving me a big wink.  “Now, how about an after dinner and after sex coffee?”

“God, more coffee?  You want me to piss some more?” I said, and we both laughed.  “Actually, a nice hot coffee would be great.”

Coffee mugs in hand, we sat out on the balcony.  With the lights out inside, we could see the lights of the boats on the harbour, as well as the bedroom and bathroom in Lady Masturbation’s apartment.  Sadly, there was no sign of the woman.  We sat in silence for a while, my arm around her shoulders, Angie resting her head against my shoulder, enjoying the lovely summer’s night.

We had probably been sitting there, silently enjoying the closeness of each other, when we heard a voice from below, and a light appeared on the balcony of the apartment opposite and below us.  We stood up, and saw that the balcony below “Lady Masturbation’s” apartment lit with several lights.  It was quite a large balcony, by apartment standards, and the owner had a number of plants growing on it.  As well as two floodlights on the apartment wall, small garden lights had been placed around the balcony and among the plants, creating a beautiful effect.  “Come out here and see how my tomatoes are growing”, we heard a man say.

Almost immediately, a man and woman appeared out on the balcony.  We stayed silent, knowing that against our darkened balcony, we were invisible to them.  The woman walked over to a plant, looked at it, felt the leaves, and said “it is doing well, but nowhere near as good as my Uncle John’s tomatoes.  Then again, he is a master gardener, and has his own special technique for getting the best out of his tomato plants.”

Standing next to the plant, she was clearly visible to us.  Several of the lights in the plants shone up on her body, silhouetting her rather large breasts clearly.  I whispered in Angie’s ear “Is there a requirement to have large boobs to enter that building?” and she giggled.

The man walked over next to her and asked, “So what is your Uncle’s secret to tomatoes?”

“He pisses on them - at least on the dirt around them.  He says that is the only way to get lovely large juicy fruit; there must be something in pee that makes them grow better”, she replied.  “Anyway, I will show you- I am busting for a piss and we shouldn’t waste it”.

As soon as she spoke, she undid her jeans, and pushed them and her panties down to her ankles.  Placing a hand either side of her pussy, she angled her hips forward, and spread her legs slightly.  One of the garden lights seemed to shine right on her pussy as if it was a spotlight set up there on purpose.  Pulling back the lips of her clean-shaven pussy, she said, “Now watch what I do”, and proceeded to piss a stream of her pee around the base of the tomato plant.  As her piss started, we heard a soft groan escape from her lips, “Ahhhhhh that feels so good.”

Angie gripped my arm, and whispered “Wow!  I have never seen a woman pissing standing up like that!  That is so hot!”

I could only mumble “Uh huh” and watch in amazement as the woman continued to water the tomato plant with a stream of piss.  She wasn’t wrong when she said she was busting; she pissed for what seemed like two minutes.  All the while, she was saying to herself “Mmmmm that’s nice, ohhhh, so good”, and similar phrases.

Finally, her flow slowed to a dribble.  She leant right over the plant, and squeezed the last few spurts out, and rubbed her fingers quickly a few times across her distended pussy lips, shaking the remaining drops off.  “That feels much better with all that piss out of me,” she said as she pulled up her panties and jeans.  “Give those plants a good drink every few days, and the fruit will be out of this world.”  Then they went back inside, and the lights were extinguished.

“Wow,” Angie said, “I have never seen anything like that before.  I wonder if I could piss standing up like that.  I did try pissing standing up once, but all I did was manage to spray all over my legs and jeans.”

“I think there must be some way she was holding her pussy, pulling her lips away from her pee hole, and pressing around it to concentrate the stream,” I said.  “It probably just takes some practice; you could always try in the shower.  There has to be something about it on the net - everything seems to be on the Internet these days.”

“Anyway, Will, what did you think of that?  Did you like her shaved pussy?” Angie asked.

“Her performance was exciting; feel it if you don’t believe me,” I said, pulling her hand to my very-erect prick.  “And the way that light was; seeing her pissing from those smooth pussy lips was a real turn on.”

 “It was for me too. You feel too,” Angie replied, placing my fingers against her wet slit.  As she squeezed and rubbed my prick, I slid a finger along her wet pussy, teasing her hard clit.  “Would you like me to shave like that for you?” she asked.

“That would look really sexy if you did that,” I replied as I moved her against the wall and slowly slid a finger inside her moist cunt.  “Perhaps, I should shave you; after all, to do it properly one has to looked very closely, and make sure all of the hair has been shaved, and you are completely smooth.  I would test every part of your pussy to make sure it was absolutely smooth and clean shaven, and my lips and tongue are very sensitive and could see if I had missed any tiny hairs.”

Angie started to moan softly, and said, “I would like that Will.  Very much.”

She was starting to breathe harder, when she said quietly, “Look, she’s back.  And she has a friend with her.”

Angie pointed towards the bedroom window opposite.  Lady Masturbation was in the room, just wearing a black lacy bra and panty set.  However, Angie was right; she did have a friend - there was a naked man with her, a blindfold over his head and his hands tied behind him.

“Look at the size of his prick!” Angie gasped.  “He must be part horse!”

I have never in my life seen a man with a prick that large.  Not just long, but thick - maybe twice as thick as mine.  And it was completely erect, curving up about twelve inches from his body.

I was just about to feel quite inadequate when Angie whispered in my ear “God.  I would hate to try to have something like that inside me - that would rip me apart.  Don’t you even think about having something that size!  If I need my cunt stretched apart, I will wait until I have a baby, thanks very much.”

We stood against the balcony railing, watching the scene unfold.  Somehow, I was positioned behind her, my erect prick jutting out from beneath the tee shirt, resting against Angie’s butt.  Her skirt had ridden up too.  Angie reached behind me, and put my prick between her legs, its length resting against her wet pussy.  My hands were inside her tee shirt, gently massaging her breasts and teasing her hard nipples.

The woman had thrown the man down on the bed, then, removing her panties, she straddled his face with her crotch. He must have said something to her, because we heard her answer, “No, eat me first.  You can’t drink any until I have come at least twice.”  The look on her face told us he was complying, as she rotated and ground her hips above his lips and tongue.  She would rub and squeeze her breasts, and every so often rub the giant prick, grasping it with both of her hands.  After a few minutes her orgasm came, as she pushed her cunt onto his face, groaning loudly “Yes oh yes suck me yessss.”

She moved off his face, and straddled his prick; we could see her hand pressing it against her crotch.  “Now you are not to come until I tell you to,” she ordered the man, “or you don’t get to drink.”  

She slowly lowered herself onto the huge prick.  “My god,” Angie said, “she must have a huge cunt to take that inside her.”  I started rocking slowly back and forward, and she pressed a hand against my prick, feeling it rubbing along her pussy.

 “God you are so wet and hot,” I said to her.  I reached down as well, feeling her hand over my prick, and pressing against her pussy.  She was soaking.

The women continued pumping her cunt up and down on horse dick (another new name for the evening), and having removed her bra, her massive breasts bounced up and down with her.  As she moved faster, she started to massage and squeeze her breasts with one hand, the other between her legs rubbing her cunt.  Almost as if all four of us were synchronized, I started to move faster, the head of my prick rubbing against Angie’s clit, making her moan with pleasure.  Lady Masturbation fucked up and down faster and faster, and Horse Dick arched his back with each of her thrusts.  By the look of her, she was close to coming again.

Then, with a loud grunt, she forced herself down hard, and cried out “Oh yes, yes, yes - now shoot in my cunt!”  We could clearly hear her words, and see the pleasure on her face as she was gripped by her orgasm.  The man underneath her bucked up and down, driving his massive prick deep inside her.  After a few hard thrusts, he arched his back, and the woman grabbed the monster tool and worked up and down. “Yes!  That’s it!  Shoot inside me.  Ohhhh”.  It took all my self-control not to come myself.

“Oh wow,” said Angie.  “I have never seen someone fucking like that.  Her bed must be soaked!”

“Maybe we need to get a mirror, honey,” I said in her ear.  “We could watch ourselves fuck if you wanted.”

The though must have excited Angie, because she pushed my prick harder against her pussy.  The swollen head of my prick was now pressing against her open cunt, and she bent forward slightly, and my prick slid inside her.  We saw the woman get off the man, and say “Now you can wash me clean”, as she led him into the adjoining bathroom. Taking off his blindfold, she sat on the bathroom floor against the toilet.  “Now piss on my cunt - wash my cunt with your piss.”  The man held his prick, no longer erect, but still large, and knelt in front of her.  After ten of so seconds, a small stream of piss came from his prick, which he directed at her spread pussy.  Once his aim was right, he pissed with greater force, directing the spray up and down her pussy.  The woman appeared to enjoy this immensely, rubbing her cunt and mixing his piss with the juices and semen seeping from her open cunt.  When his flow had subsided, she licked her fingers clean, and they swapped positions, he lying on the tiled floor, with her squatting over him.  We could clearly see her engorged pussy lips and wet cunt as she held them open above his body.  “Ready?” she asked, and almost without waiting, a thick stream of golden piss shot from her cunt over his body.  He appeared to try to drink some, but we couldn’t see his face clearly.

“Man, can that woman piss!” I exclaimed softly in Angie’s ear.

“Oh, fuck me Will, I am so hot!” was her reply.  Not needing any more encouragement, I thrust faster inside her.  Together, our fingers rubbed her soaking pussy and rock hard clit.  Very soon, I felt her cunt clench tight around my prick, and Angie let out a soft “Ohhh yes mmmmmmm” as she came.  Warm wetness flowed over our fingers, her orgasm causing her to spurt more of her piss on our hands and to the balcony floor.  That was all it took for my orgasm to break - three or four spurts deep inside her.  She pushed her body back against me, saying, “I love feeling you come inside me, Will.”

The couple from the opposite apartment had disappeared - we had not been noticing what was happening there for the previous few minutes.  Slowly, I pulled my shrinking prick from Angie’s cunt.  “Ohhhh.  I can feel it running down my leg!” Angie exclaimed, as the mixture of our juices escaped from her cunt.  “Let’s have another quick shower, and then I think it is time for bed!”

I turned her around, and kissed her deeply.  Angie melted against me, and I picked her up in my arms, and carried her inside, to the bathroom, our lips still locked together.  This shower was much more sedate, just washing and holding each other.  We toweled each other dry, and I carried her to the bed, turned out the light, and curled up with my arms around her.

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Wow! Even hotter than part 1! Great stuff. I find it really difficult to write dialogue during sex - my sex scenes are mostly silent! 

[Maclir 941]

(Part 3... more peeing, voyeurism, exhibitionism)

Exhibitions on the Beach

Saturday Morning, November 13, 1999

I awoke sometime later, feeling completely disoriented.  The room was not completely dark, as some light crept in from around the curtains.  The room was unfamiliar, and I had lost feeling in my arm.  Then I saw the woman lying next to me, my arm around her, and memories of the evening started to come back to me.  Did it all happen to me?  The scenes in the salon, dinner, the wild lovemaking, plus the scenes from the neighbouring apartments?  I guess it must have.  And Angie - I never seriously considered that she would be interested in me, as much as I had hoped there was something for us.  Or was her behaviour - actually, our behaviour - so far out of character that she will be embarrassed or ashamed or angry with me?

As these thoughts flooded through my brain, I realized what had woken me - my bladder had refilled, and it was calling to me with some degree of urgency.  Not as urgently as it was yesterday afternoon in the salon, but I needed to extract my arm from under Angie and find my way to the bathroom.  I tried to slide my arm out from under her without waking her, but she stirred and rolled over to face me.  “Mmmm how’s my lover man?” she asked dreamily and kissed my lips softly.  “I do love you Will”, she said, stroking my face.

“I love you too, Angie,” I replied, “but I need to have my wake up pee.”

“Ohh, can I watch?” she asked, excitedly.

“I guess so.”  That answered one of my questions; she did like to watch people pee.

I rolled off the bed, and moved towards the bathroom.  She sprang behind me, placing her arms around my waist. “I could hold it and aim it for you,” she said, sounding like a child wanting to play with a new toy.  “Anyway, it is time we were up; it is after 8 am.”

“Well, you can hold it for me if you want. Just stop playing with it like that or I won’t be able to piss at all,” I said, taking her hand off my prick as she was trying to stroke a full erection from it.  “I can’t piss if it is erect, you know.”

“Then we had better do it right now, cos I want to practice that standing up trick, and I want you to help me with it.  And if that makes you hard, then you will be stuck”.  We stood in front of the toilet, and she pointed my half-erect prick at the bowl.  It took me a little while to get use to the feeling - a woman’s arms wrapped around me, holding my prick, with her breasts pressing into my back.  But the pressure on my bladder was enough, “here it comes,” I said as the piss started to flow.

“Ohh, I can feel it flowing up your shaft,” Angie said.  She played with squeezing it, aiming the piss right for the middle of the water in the bowl, then around the edge.  Finally, with a few spurts and dribbles, it was over.  “Better shake the last few drops out,” she said, stroking my prick slowly several times.  Angie let go of my prick - now quite erect - and turned me around and kissed the tip.  “My favourite toy” she said, then took the head inside her mouth and sucked gently.

“OK, my turn now”, she said.  “Let’s try the shower in case I spray everywhere.”  I stood behind her, but then saw a hand mirror on the vanity shelf.

“Here,” I said, “I can hold this so you can see clearly”.  I held the mirror down low in front of her knees, angling up to her groin.  The mirror clearly reflected her pussy; the lovely curly hair, her lips, already moist with her juice, even her puckered arse.  “Now, spread your legs slightly, and place your hands either side of your pussy, and pull the lips gently apart.”  Her pussy opened up in the mirror, and we could clearly see the darker red flesh inside her lips, the swollen bud of her clit, and the wetter opening of her cunt.  Just above that was the pinhole of her urethra.
“Ohh, I have never seen myself that way before,” Angie explained.  “It is not anything like they show you in textbooks.”
“Your pussy is beautiful, Angie,” I said, and slid my little finger around the rim of her cunt.  “Watch how I can slide a finger inside you.”  She gasped as my finger slid inside her cunt, and as I pulled it back out slowly, it was glistening with her wetness.  “Does that look as sexy as it feels?”

“Oh yes, that looks so sexy.  But I have to piss real soon.  What else do I have to do?” she asked.

“Hmmm.  What if you tilt your hips forward slightly - unless you really want to piss on your feet!” I said.  I took my finger from her vagina, and touched the tip of her pee hole with my finger.  “Now that is what you have to focus on, keep your lips back and away from there, and with some gentle pushing, try to focus the stream, and maybe steer it from side to side.”

“OK, I think I get the idea,” Angie said, studiously looking at her pussy’s reflection in the mirror.  “Here goes”.
Kneeling down next to her hips and holding the mirror, I could see her squeeze her cunt slightly and looked closely at her pussy.  The opening to her pee hole seemed to enlarge slightly, and a thin stream of piss came out, and hit the shower wall.  “Yay,” I cheered, “that’s it.”  Another, stronger steam came forth, and I concentrated on making sure the mirror showed all the details.

Angie started to get a fit of the giggles, and lost control of her pissing.  Several hard squirts sprayed out, hitting the mirror, my hand, her feet, and she gave up trying to control her pissing.  I placed my hand against her pussy, feeling her piss run over my fingers until she was empty.

“Well, that was a good start until you started laughing,” I said.  “At least you got to see how it could be done.  I guess it just takes practice.”

“You know,” Angie said, “that’s the first time I have really seen myself piss - I mean, seeing the piss actually come out of my pee hole.  I have seen lots of other people pissing - I like watching that - but I have never seen myself do that until now.  It should just take some practice to get it right.  Now, let’s have a shower.”

We had a quick shower, and dried ourselves together.  Then the washing machine was turned on, so I would have something to wear.

Over breakfast, we discussed what we could do that day.  “Well, it looks like a lovely summer’s day - we could go to the beach if you want,” I suggested.  “Have you ever been to Maitland Bay?”

“No,” Angie said.  “Where is that?”

“About 45 minutes north from here,” I replied.  “The road down to it is pretty rough, but my four wheel drive gets there without problems.  It is lovely and unspoiled, and the water is lovely and clear.  There are no facilities though, but we can take food and drink from my place.”

“That sounds great.  I love going to the beach, but you will have to keep the sunscreen on me, otherwise I will burn.  Let’s see how your clothes are”

My jeans and shirt were still damp, but dry enough to wear.  The warm day would dry them off quickly enough.  Angie put on her bikini, and a tee shirt and shorts over that.  She grabbed a large bag with her towel and sunscreen, and we were off.  My place - actually, the apartment I was looking after for some friends - was about thirty minutes away.  We took a train back into the city, then a bus across the bridge to Cremorne.  Back at the my apartment I changed my jeans (now almost dry) for my swimmers and shorts, I told Angie to grab some drinks from the fridge.  I collected a medium sized cooler, and started pack what she had selected.  “That wine you bought last night was good, can we take a bottle to two today?” Angie asked.

“Sure, but remember I have to drive,” I said.  “There should be some bottles in the back, behind the fruit juice.”  We loaded the cooler with the two wine bottles; some water, soft drinks, glasses and bottle opener, and I made us some sandwiches.  Within a few minutes we were once again ready to hit the road, this time in my little Suzuki 4WD.  “Do you want to go topless?” I asked Angie.

“You want to see my tits again, Will?  Already?” she teased.

“No, not you.  The car.” I replied.  Since it was such a lovely day, I took the soft top off and left in the back of the garage.  “It’s not much, but it will get us there and back again.”  With our stuff in the back, we were on our way to the beach.

After we had driven a few minutes, I decide to ask Angie about some of the things we had done since yesterday evening.  “Umm, Angie,” I asked tentatively, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, Will, anything” She looked at me and gave me a “melt your heart” smile.

“Do you, I mean, does, umm,” I wasn’t quite sure how to ask her. “Does watching other people turn you on?”  There.  I said it.

“Yes, it does,” she replied.  “I have always got a thrill from watching people do things.  When I was a young girl, I lived with my cousins in the country for a few years.  I had three cousins, Emily who was a year older than me, and her twin brothers who were just younger than me.  Emily was the boss of us four, and if we were playing outside, she would just tell her brothers if they had to pee ‘Just pee against a tree’.  Well, that fascinated me - they both had penises, but I didn’t.  If Emily wanted to pee, she would just pull her pants down and squat on the ground.  At first I was embarrassed; at home I would never have peed outside, but after a while I got used to it.  Plus, of course, on a farm there are always animals shitting and pissing, and mating, too.  You get to learn about the facts of life pretty quickly on a farm.  Well, at least some version of the facts of life.   According to Emily, the male animal placed his penis into what the female animal pissed from, and pissed into her.  I always think that she would have got a rude surprise when she found out exactly what did happen.  But that spurred my interest in pissing - not drinking it, or anything like that - but seeing people pissing turns me on.  Like it did yesterday - seeing you piss in my salon got me so hot.  Mind you, I was already turned on a bit anyway.”

“Well, if I hadn’t had to piss so badly, the things you were doing to me may have caused another type of large wet area in my jeans,” I said.  “What you were doing do me; massaging my scalp, rubbing your breasts against my shoulders, even pressing your legs against my thighs; was very arousing.  Anyway, there may be some opportunities to see the sorts of things we like to see at the beach.  You know there are no public toilets there, don’t you.”

“No, I didn’t know that, but I suspected it when you said ‘no facilities’.  Are we likely to see something?” Angie asked, her voice tinged with excitement.

“Quite probably.  There are not huge crowds of people who go there, but most people seem to discretely step up behind the bushes at the back of the sand.  It wouldn’t be too hard to find a suitable observation place without drawing attention to ourselves.”  We continued to make small talk as we drive the last few miles to the turn off.  Selecting the four-wheel drive position, I turned onto the dirt track that made its way through the coastal scrub to the beach.  Bumping and bouncing, we negotiated the rough track.  I thought back to the first time I came to Maitland Bay, back in the summer of 1973 / 74 it would have been.  There was no road down through the National Park, the only access was by boat, at least Lori had her father’s boat, and Lori, Cathy, Janelle and I spent lots of time on the sand here.  I thought back to that time, and a wave of sadness went through me, Janelle was dead, and Lori… well, she might have been dead, she had ignored me for almost twenty years.

“Gee, just as well I had a piss this morning,” Angie exclaimed.  “This would bounce anything out of me!”

“Yes, it is not the smoothest of roads.  But it keeps the masses away,” I replied.

We parked under a tree, in an area where they may have been seventy or eighty other vehicles scattered over the informal parking area.  It was only a hundred metres or so to the edge of the sand, a pure white strip of beach about 300 metres long, stretching some fifty metres to the blue water.

“Oh, it’s so beautiful,” Angie said.  “Where should we go?”

I indicated a place about forty metres to our right, up near the back of the sand.  There were a few other people nearby, a woman sitting up on a backrest reading a book, three younger girls closer to the water, and a family group with two young children further along.  Most of the people were up a bit further, and closer to the water, where the cliffs rose about thirty metres above the sand.  “This looks pretty good, what do you think?” I asked Angie.

“Lovely, Will, this is great,” she replied, dropping the bag with our towels on the sand.

“I will put out cooler with the drinks just back here under the shade of this bush,” I said.  Do you want anything to drink now?”  The lady nearby looked over her sunglasses at me and smiled, and I returned the smile, nodding a “hello” to her.

“Is it too early for some wine, Will?” Angie asked.

“It’s never too early for good wine, Angie,” I replied, grabbing a bottle, the opener and our glasses.  Angie had spread out our towels, and I took off my tee shirt and placed the bottle and glasses on it.  “Do you want some sunscreen on you first?” I asked.

We rubbed the sunscreen into each other, and then I opened the wine bottle, pouring two glasses.  We sat there in the sun, watching the ocean, drinking our wine, enjoying the lovely summer’s day.  I gazed around, observing some of the others on the beach.  The two young kids nearby were building sand castles, and when they tired of that, tried to bury their father’s legs in the sand.  Then the older one ran to the water’s edge, and came running back with a long piece of seaweed, which he proceeded to torment his younger sister with.  Angie and I laughed at their antics.  Closer to the water, the three young women seemed to concentrate on their suntans, and from the scraps of conversation that drifted our way, could talk of nothing other than the boys they knew.  Meanwhile, the woman on the other side of us continued to drink and read her book, like us, enjoying the sun.

After about an hour, I suggested we cool off in the water, to which Angie readily agreed.  We walked down to the water, and then ran and dove into the waves.  We fooled around in the waves for a while, then swam out about 100 metres from the shore, and started to kiss.  “Mmmmmm, that’s nice Will.  Now if those young kids were a bit further away from us, I could be tempted to get some sun on my boobs.  Would you like that?” Angie asked me.

I slipped two fingers inside her bikini top, squeezing her nipple, which was erect from the chill of the water.  “I think I will have to rub some sunscreen on it first, though.  We don’t want them turning all red, do we?”

Angie laughed, and wriggled out of my grasp.  We both swam to the shore, catching a wave and riding it almost to the sand.  As we walked up the sand to our towels, we noticed the family starting to pack up their things.  “Here’s your chance, I said.”

We dried off, and lay down on our stomach.  I had just closed my eyes, letting the warmth of the sun dry my back, when Angie nudged me, “Look Will, you were right about people using the bushes to piss in”.  The woman who had been sitting near us was starting to walk to the bushes behind the sand.  “She has been drinking all morning, ever since we arrived.  No wonder she has to go up there.” Angie said.

We discretely watched her walk behind a large bush, maybe seven or eight metres from us.  I could make her out through the branches, and saw her bend down, and start to slide her bikini bottoms down, when she suddenly stood up, and moved across a bit further, probably to better screen her from people further along the beach.  But as she squatted down, a gap in the bush gave us a perfect view of her bottom half.  I looked to see if Angie was watching, and her eyes were riveted on the scene about to unfold.  Right in front of us, the woman pulled her bikini bottoms down, turned to face in our direction, and held one of the bush branches to steady her.  Behind her, a large thicket obscured any view of her from other directions.

We held our collective breaths as she parted her legs, and I saw she had a neatly trimmed bush, with two puffy pussy lips already spread apart.  It was almost as if she was aiming her pussy towards us.  Then, with a trickle that quickly grew to a gush, she started to piss.  Her free hand was at the top of her pussy, spreading her lips, and then she started to stroke and rub her pussy.  Slowly at first, a finger circled around her clit, and as her pissing came to an end, she rubbed her whole pussy faster and faster, her fingers glistening with her juices and piss.  Then, we saw her tense, and I could have sworn I heard a soft groan from the bushes.  We could see the large dark patch on the dirt where she had pissed; Angie was right, she must have drunk a lot of fluids today.

She stood up, pulling her bikini bottoms up, and as she walked back to her chair, we sat up, looking at the ocean.  We acted as if we hadn’t even noticed she had gone, but from the corner of my eye, I noticed she angled her chair a bit more towards us.

The family with the young children had left, so Angie took her top off.  Noticing that, the woman must have thought it would be ok for her to remove her top, which she did, revealing two sizeable breasts topped with the largest, brownest areolas I had seen.  “Are you thinking about licking chocolate coated ice cream cones, Will?” Angie whispered to me with an evil grin on her face.

“Quiet, Girl!” I admonished her.  “Do you want the whole beach to see what I have in my pants?”

She said to me softly, “I think I have to piss too Will, but I want you to watch me here.  Move around in front of me.” Angie had moved off her towel, and was sitting on the sand with her legs in front of her, her knees bent.  I moved so I was directly opposite her, my feet pressing against hers.  With her hands between her legs, she dug a small hole in the sand directly in front of her pussy.  I watched as she made some preparations, and again noticed the woman sneaking looks in our direction.  Angie must have noticed too, as she raised her leg on the side facing the woman a bit higher.  Pulling the crotch of her bikini bottoms to one side, she spread her legs a bit wider, and whispered, “Here it comes.”

Slowly, her lovely pee started to flow from her pussy into the hole she had dug.  With one hand, she kept pressure on her pussy so the piss didn’t spurt out too hard, and spray around between us.  I am sure the woman was watching us; she no longer kept her head down towards her book.  Angie’s piss continued to flow into the hole, soaking into the white sand.  The hiss of her pee was unmistakable; it sounded incredibly loud to me, but I doubted even the woman nearby could hear her.  The sight was such a turn on to me though; seeing this wonderful woman emptying her bladder into the sand only a few feet from me.

Finally, the flow turned to a dribble, and Angie gave her pussy a rub, pulled the crotch of her bikini bottoms across, and filled in the now very wet pit just in front of her.  I decided that I too needed to piss, so I said “my turn now” as I scooped a hole in the sand between us.  Raising a leg slightly to give our anonymous friend a clear view, I pulled my swimmers to one side, and held my prick near the hole.  With everything I had seen in the last few minutes, it took some concentration to convince my bladder and prostrate that I really wanted piss to flow through my prick, and not semen.  But then with a spurt, I started to piss.  I gently squeezed my prick to control the flow - I wasn’t sure that Angie wanted me to piss all over her pussy; at least not right at the moment.  I glanced to the right, and the woman watching us now had slipped a hand between her legs, and was gently stroking her pussy through her bikini bottoms.

There is nothing so enjoyable than having a nice long piss on a summer’s day at the beach, knowing two women are watching you; one from two feet away, the other trying to watch you without being observed.  I dragged it out for as long as possible, keeping a steady flow of pee into the sand.  Finally, I was finished, and squeezed the last few drops into the sand.  I put my prick back into my swimmers, and covered over the sand.

“Angie, I really should put some more sunscreen on you, you don’t want to get burnt, you know,” I said as I stood up.  I spread her towel out, oriented such that her feet (and pussy) would be pointing directly towards the woman.  “Lie down here while I get the oil, I will do your back first.”

Angie winked at me as she lay down on her stomach on the towel, her legs slightly apart.  I knelt next to her on the sand, and squeezed the sunscreen on to my hand.  Slowly, starting at her shoulders, I massaged the cream into her skin.  By the time I reached the top of her bikini briefs, the woman was watching us closely.  I then moved to her feet, and spread her legs wider.  I could see a large dark patch at Angie’s crotch, I am sure a combination the piss and the moisture of her arousal were contributing to the wetness.  As I slowly worked up one leg, rubbing the oil into her legs, I noticed the woman had now turned even more to watch us, her legs apart, with a hand slowly brushing the crotch of her bikini bottoms.  Finally, both legs were finished, and I said, “OK, on your back and I will do your front.”

As Angie turned over, she whispered “God, Will, you have got me so hot and wet.  I can feel my cunt dripping as it is!”

“Just wait, honey.  We are putting on a show here for our friend.  Think you could handle more rubbing?” I asked.

“Oh please Will, my pussy is burning up!”  Angie pleaded with me.

I checked around, the three other women had finally gone down to the water.  The only other person near us was the woman watching our show.  First, I used my towel to brush the sand off her breasts and stomach.  Then, I squeezed a large blob of cream into my hands, and started to massage it into her chest.  I spent lots of time running my hands around her breasts, teasing her nipples to make them even harder and more erect.  It took all my control not to suck those buds on the spot.  Angie had moved her legs wide apart, and I am sure the large, dark wet area around her pussy was visible to the woman watching.  I now moved down, rubbing cream on to her stomach, every so often letting my hand flick over the top of her bikini bottoms.  Each time I did that, Angie would moan softly with desire.

Now, I moved to her feet, kneeling next to her and glancing towards the woman.  She had pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, and was slowly stroking her pussy.  She must be as hot and wet as Angie was.  As I started to rub her legs, I could see that not only was the crotch of Angie’s bikini briefs soaked, but also a wet area was starting to appear on the towel underneath her butt.  As I moved my hands higher up her legs, I caught the unmistakable musky scent of her arousal.  Angie was as aroused as I had ever seen her.

Finally, her legs were done.  I looked at her and smiled, and slid a hand inside the crotch of her briefs.  She was soaking, her pussy drenched in her juices.  I pushed the crotch of her soaking briefs aside, and her pussy lips were red and swollen, her clit pushing through the inner lips, and the opening of her cunt a dark red.  I let a finger slide up and down, from the tip of her clit, between her lips, around her cunt opening, and right down to her asshole.  Even that was so drenched I could slide my finger inside a little.  “Please, rub my pussy Will,” Angie pleaded with me.  I moved to make myself more comfortable, and so I could glance at our observer, and placed two fingers on her pussy.  As I rubbed up and down Angie’s pussy, I would slide both fingers deep inside her.  A quick glance showed me our watching friend was doing the same, sliding a finger in and out of her cunt.  As Angie’s breathing came faster and faster, I sped up my rubbing, alternating between rubbing her clit, and sliding one or two fingers inside her.  After a minute or two she said, “I’m going to come Will,” and raised her knees.  As she came, she lifted her butt off the ground, and I felt her cunt clench my finger tightly.  With each spasm, a little spurt of pee would come from her.  I don’t know how long she came for, or how many times she squeezed on my fingers, but it was a very long and powerful orgasm.

When her breathing had returned to normal, she said, “Wow.  I have never come like that before.  Just as I thought it had finished, another started straight away.  What did our friend do?”  She asked.

“She is still slowly stroking her pussy, watching us.  Maybe it is her turn to show us something now.” I replied.  Lets lie down and casually watch her.

Angie took a large gulp of water, and we lay down on our towels, on our stomach, watching the woman without making it appear we were watching her.  “Urk” exclaimed Angie.  “Even here I am on the wet patch!”

Once we had settled down, and made it appear as if we were taking a snooze in the sun, the woman was now facing directly towards us.  She had placed her book down, and making sure no one else was watching, moved her hands to her bikini briefs.  Pulling the crotch to one side, she spread her legs and started to rub herself; much in the way I had been rubbing Angie.  First slowly around her clit, then pushing two fingers down her pussy and around her cunt.  Slowly, she slid one, then two, and finally three fingers inside, pushing them slowly in and out for several strokes.  She looked around, then brought her hand to her mouth, and sucked each finger clean.  “That is so hot,” I whispered to Angie.

“Yes, I loved it when you did that last night after fingering me too,” she replied.

“I love how you taste, Angie,” I said, “I could taste you all day.”

The woman took another large drink from her drink bottle, and started to rub her pussy again.  She must have drained the bottle, because she took hold of it, and started to rub the top up and down her pussy, and then slowly slid the bottle inside her cunt.  She looked directly at us as she masturbated herself with the bottle, at the same time rubbing her clit faster and faster.  I could see her large nipples had swollen into two big brown nubs, almost like two acorns.  “Could you imagine sucking on those nipples?” Angie asked me.

“Uh huh,” I replied, “I would have to be careful they didn’t poke my eye out!”

The woman seemed to be close to coming, as she had pushed the neck of the bottle hard into her cunt, and as she pushed her head back, I could have sworn she too pissed as she came.  This time we did hear her groan with pleasure as her orgasm swept over her.  After she had regained her breath, she pulled the crotch back across her pussy, and brought her drink bottle to her mouth.  Placing her lips over the top, she tilted it up, sucking her juices from the top and neck, and drinking whatever was inside.  She then looked at us, smiled and winked.

“After that, I need a swim to cool down” Angie said.

“So do I, but there is no way I can stand up for a few minutes,” I replied.  “I must have an erection almost as large as that guy’s last night.  At least it feels as big and hard.”

“God no, I hope not.  If your prick is anywhere near that size, you aren’t getting it anywhere near my pussy, Will.”  Angie protested.  “Roll over on your side and let me see.”

I rolled over so I was facing her.  Angie reached down and released my erect prick from the confines of my swimmers.  With everything I had seen in the last 30 minutes, the head was all swollen and purple, the tip sticky with pre-cum.  “Still not too large, thank God,” Angie said as she started to stroke me.  She reached down to her crotch, coating her fingers with her sticky juices.  Rubbing her fingers around my prick, she started to stroke me.  “I want you to come for me now Will.  Shoot your sperm on my tits, come for me.”  I am sure the woman was also seeing this, and I closed my eyes and felt the wonderful sensations in my prick.

“I’m going to come, Angie, I’m about to come,” I cried, just before I felt my balls erupt.  The first two or three spurts were strong and hard, and left her breasts dripping with my come.  A few more spurts left her hand and my prick sticky with white gobs of come.

“Now that was a good one,” Angie said, “any further and I would have tasted your right from the tap.”  She brought her hand to her mouth, and sucked her fingers clean.  Then with a finger, she wiped my come from her breasts, licking her finger each time.  “Mmmmm, you taste pretty good too.”

By this stage we were both passably clean, at least for a cursory look.  “Now, let’s have a swim,” Angie said, standing up.  We both raced to the water, running into the waves and diving deep into the cool water.  While under the waves, I washed the last of the semen off my prick, and I saw Angie doing the same with her breasts.
 
We surfaced, laughing and spluttering, in deep water away from the other swimmers.  Angie slid her bikini bottoms down, and rubbed around her pussy and arse, rinsing off most of her juices.  Treading water, she rinsed the previously soaked area of her briefs, and slid them back up.  “There you are, nice and clean again.  We certainly gave each other a show, didn’t we?  I guess you didn’t see her face when I took your prick out and jerked you off on my breasts, did you?”

“No, Angie, I didn’t.  I guess I was otherwise occupied,” I responded.  “Her stunt with the wine bottle was impressive though.  You know something though, I love the way when you come, and all that wetness rushes out of your pussy.  That feels so great.”

“Well, that was something that worried me Will,” Angie said.  “I guess I became really self-conscious about it.  John would rarely go down on me - he just didn’t think it was something he should do.  Anyway, one weekend he was going away with some of his mates, and I got him to promise me that before he left that morning, I would get it as a special treat.  Well, he did go down on me, and he wasn’t too bad at it actually, but because it was first thing in the morning, and I hadn’t had my morning pee yet, my bladder was full.  Well, when I came, I peed in spurts.  You know I do that.  Well, he got really angry about it, yelled at me about how disgusting that was, called me ‘a dirty piss slut’ and stormed out.  God, I was so devastated, I just burst into tears.  I had never felt more worthless in my life.  Well, that was when I left him.  I called up Sandra, and told her I was leaving John.  I moved into her apartment for four weeks until I bought mine.  That’s why I was initially worried that you might react the same way.”

“Oh, Angie,” I said, and held her close - something not all that easy, or advisable, when you are both treading water.  “John was a complete pig.  You deserve much better.”  I kissed her gently on her face, and stroked her cheek.  “Now, I think we need some lunch!”

“Yes, I am starving after all that,” she agreed.  We swam back to the shore, and walked back to our towels.  As I picked up my sunglasses after drying myself off, I noticed a piece of paper tucked in them.  I read the words “Thank you for a wonderful morning.  Call me tonight on 9997-2894.  Rhonda Brown.”  I noticed our woman friend had left, and showed the message to Angie.  “Now that is interesting.  I wonder what she will have to say?” I asked.

“I think I will call her tonight when we get home,” Angie said.  “She seems to have similar interests to us, like exhibitionism, watching, peeing.  We may have some possibilities for more fun in the future.”

“Could be.  Anyway, we need to thank her for the shows she put on too,” I replied.  “Now let’s eat.”  I got the food from the cooler, and spread our lunch out on a cloth.

 

[Maclir 941]

(Part 4)

Jenny

Saturday Afternoon, November 13, 1999

After lunch, I felt pretty tired.  In less than 24 hours, I had experienced three mind blowing orgasms, seen some amazing sights, and pretty much been in a state of constant arousal.  Not only had the three orgasms been more than the sum total I had in the previous six months, three in one day had taken a lot out of me.  I was no longer some young buck who could screw non-stop.  I settled down on my towel, closed my eyes, and soaked up the sun’s warm rays.

 

I must have dozed off, because I kept having strange dreams, with images of all sorts of pissing pussies flashing past me.  Big, open hairy cunts streaming piss like a fire hose, the smooth shaven pussy of the tomato waterer spraying a garden, Angie’s beautiful pussy squirting pee as I made her come.  All were interwoven in some weird and wild orgy of urination.

 

I wasn’t completely sound asleep, as I could hear people talking and laughing from nearby, and I could sense a gentle touch on my arm.  I slowly woke to see Angie lying next to me, her hand on my arm.  Seeing me wake up, she kissed my nose and said “Hi there sleepy-head.  Did you have some nice dreams?”

 

“I had some strange dreams,” I replied, mentioning some of the things I had dreamt.  I rolled over on my back, and propped myself up on my arms.  The three younger girls not far from us were talking to each other, every so often laughing loudly.  By the sound of it, they had been drinking wine coolers, and at some time while I was asleep they all decided they no longer needed to wear their bikini tops.  Not that I was upset about that, it did add to the attraction of the view.  “I think the sounds of those three somehow woke me up,” I said, pointing towards the three young women.

 

“Yes,” said Angie, “I have been watching them.  They each had a bottle of some wine cooler stuff to drink, and it seems to have gone to their heads.  A few minutes ago they were comparing how each other’s’ tits felt.”

 

I laughed, “How long before they try a taste test?”

 

Angie rolled her eyes, “God you are bad.  I suppose you would be prepared to go over to them and offer your services as an unbiased judge of breasts to rate them all?”

 

“Of course.  All facets too; sight, colour, shape, texture, feel, perkiness, taste, nipple quality ...Owww! What was that for?” I yelped as she hit me playfully on the arm.

 

“Aren’t these enough for you?” Angie said, pressing her breasts together.

 

I leant across, and having quickly seen no one was looking our way, kissed each nipple, sucking each one in turn between my lips and tongue.  “Yes, they are perfect for me,” I replied, and gave each breast a gentle squeeze.

 

“That sleep must have helped you recover your strength - are you sure you want to start something now?” she said, a glint in her eyes.

 

“Down woman!  Do you want to fuck me to death?” I said, laughing as I did.

 

“Well, there would be worse ways to go, wouldn’t there?” Angie replied.

 

We continued to sit on the sand, making small talk, and watching the ocean as two boats sailed past.  The three girls were still goofing around, getting noisier as the effects of their wine coolers really began to kick in.  Then we heard one of them say, quite loudly, “God, I’m busting for a piss.  Where can I go?”

 

One of her friends said, “I’m busting too.  We can just go up there behind the bushes,” and pointed up behind us.

 

As they two of them stood up, the third said “I gotta go too, I nearly pissed myself when you lot made me laugh.”

 

Angie and I looked at each other, and rolled over on our stomachs, our heads resting on our hands.  The three giggling girls ran up the sand to the bushes, one saying, “You mean we just squat here behind these bushes and piss on the ground?”

 

As they went behind a large clump of bushes, one said, “Over here, these look thicker and have decent branches to hold on to.  Jenny is so pissed she would probably fall into her own piss.”  As luck would have it, the three of them moved behind the bushes just in front of us, the same place that the mystery woman – Rhonda Brown – had used.  While the bushes were thick - at least from waist level up, there were few branches, and no leaves at ground level.  We could see their feet and legs clearly as they lined up behind the bush, and then as one they pushed their bikini bottoms down, and squatted.  I could clearly see three naked pussies; one with dark hair, one blonde, and the third clean-shaven.  One drunkenly called out to the others “Jenny shaves her pussy!” and then another voice - presumably Jenny - said “Shut up Rachel - at least I don’t flash mine to all the guys!”

 

The girl with the black pubes started to piss first - “oh that feels good” she said, as a stream of piss spurted onto the ground.  The other two pussies began to release their piss as well.  All three girls made exaggerated sounds of relief, but they all must have been full, as they continued pissing for some time.  “Oh, it’s running on my feet!” one exclaimed, and the growing pools of piss started to join into one.

 

Finally, the floods became a trickle, and one by one, they pulled their bikini bottoms up.  At least, all but the girl in the middle, the one with the shaved pussy; Jenny, I assumed.  We saw her hands reach down to her ankles, and she overbalanced, falling butt first into the pool of piss she had just expelled.  “Oh shit.  I slipped over into my piss,” she said, and started laughing uncontrollably.  The other two girls laughed at her two “I told you Jenny was pissed - now she is really covered in piss.”  Finally, her two friends helped her up, and pulled her bikini bottoms up - now obviously drenched and coated in damp dirt.

 

Before they reappeared from behind the bushes, we sat up and resumed our position, looking at the ocean as if we were completely oblivious to the events that just took place.  As Jenny walked back down the sand, I could see the dirt stuck to her bikini bottoms, and the wet marks of her tumble into her piss.  “I guess she is now going to have a swim,” I whispered to Angie.

 

“Which of the three pussies did you like the best?” Angie asked.  “The shaved one did look pretty sexy.”

 

“I agree, having it shaved like that does make a pussy look sexy,” I replied.  “But the dark one had her pubes trimmed quite short - you could see her lips clearly through the hair.”

 

“Mmmm, yes” Angie said.  “We will have to think about what we want to do with mine.”

 

The three girls had all gone in the water, and relative peace descended around our area.  Angie opened our second bottle of wine, and offered me a glass, but I refused, saying “I have to be able to drive home; I think I have had enough wine for today.”  I grabbed a can of soft drink from the cooler, and took a large swig.

 

We decided to stretch out legs, Angie put her bikini top back on, and we walked along the beach, near where the sand met the bushes.  There were a few groups of people up this end, but the majority were closer to the south end.  Looking carefully, we noticed three or four “suspicious” wet patches behind shrubs were people had relieved themselves.  At the north end, we climbed onto the rock platform, where various rock pools contained little fish and crabs.  Walking back to the more popular south end of the beach, we passed the three girls walking back up the sand to their towels (and more wine coolers, no doubt), Jenny having washed off the evidence of her tumble into the piss and dirt.

 

Having done a fairly lazy loop of the beach, we again flopped down on our towels.  This was my idea of a summer weekend’s day; the beach, a beautiful woman, and doing absolutely nothing. We sat next to each other, my arm around Angie’s shoulders, holding each other’s hand.  After a few minutes, we decided to have another swim, to cool off a little.  In the water, I dove under a wave, and came up behind Angie, and slid my fingers inside her bikini bottoms, quickly rubbing her pussy.  She jumped from the start, and swam after me, grabbing my swimmers and pulling them down to my ankles.  Just as well the water was deep here!  We fooled around a bit more like that, taking any chance to fondle each other’s bodies.  After about half an hour, feeling waterlogged (and more than a little horny), we swam back to the sand, and jogged back to our towels.  No sooner had we laid back down, then one of the girls (it sounded like the shaved, tipsy Jenny, but I wasn’t sure), said, “I gotta piss again”.  It must have been Jenny, since one of the others said “Well, don’t fall into your piss this time”.

 

As we were already lying on our stomachs facing the bushes, we didn’t have to move.  Within a minute, there were two bare feet showing below the branches of the bushes, and then she squatted down, showing her lovely shaven pussy.  However, she didn’t start to piss straight away, instead, we saw her hand reach down to her pussy, and start to rub the smooth lips, spreading them apart slowly.  She must have been moist already, as a finger slid between her lips, and we watched as her finger circled around her clit, then she dipped the tip into the opening of her cunt.  Slowly she rubbed herself, and we could see her pussy getting wetter and wetter.  Every few strokes, she would slide her finger inside her, pushing deeper each time.  Soon her finger was coated with her juices, and we could see her cunt wet and red, open and waiting for the next thrust of her finger.  Her lips were red and swollen, and glistening in the shafts of sunlight that shone through the branches.  She must have been close to coming, as she moved her finger to her clit, rubbing in little circles faster and faster.  Then, we could see her clench her muscles, and spurts of piss shot from her pussy as she came.  As she did, her fingers rubbed her piss over her pussy and her thighs.  Her piss continued to flow after her orgasm had subsided, finally dwindling to a trickle.

 

This time, she was able to pull her bikini bottoms up without falling over, and a few seconds later she reappeared from behind the bushes, her face noticeably red, and her nipples erect and swollen.  Her two friends had gone down to the water, and as she walked past us, Angie looked at her and gave a big smile.  The poor girl blushed several shades of red, and then Angie blew her a kiss, which made her smile weakly at us.  She then sat on the sand, deliberately looking away from us.

 

“You have embarrassed the poor girl, Angie,” I said, hopefully just loud enough for her to hear us.

 

“Oh, I hope not,” Angie replied, also so Jenny could hear.  “I believe it letting people know I appreciate what they do for us.”

 

We watched as Jenny stood up and walked, slightly unsteadily, down to the water, and dove into the waves.  She stayed low in the water, and I suspected she was rinsing her sticky juices from her pussy and bikini bottoms.  Her two friends were swimming out further, and didn’t seem aware of her.  After a few minutes she walked back to her towel, and as she came near, I look at her and smiled at her.  She blushed again, but not as deep as before.  Angie called out to her, “The water is lovely, isn’t it?”

 

Jenny looked at Angie with surprise, and stammered, “Ummm, yeah, its real cool, errr refreshing,” and blushed deeper.

 

“I’m Angie,” Angie said, introducing herself, “and this is Will”, pointing to me.  “I guess you are Jenny?”

 

Jenny seemed to relax, and pulled her towel closer to Angie.  “Yes, Jenny Carruthers, how did you know my name?” Jenny asked.

 

“Well, we sort of overheard your friends say your name,” Angie said, feigning innocence.  “Care to share some wine?” she asked.

 

Jenny sat down next to Angie, and said, “Thanks, but I have some of my own,” showing a half empty bottle.  I decided to let Angie work on whatever scheme she had in mind, and lay back and closed my eyes, not really paying attention to what they were saying.  My ears pricked up when I heard Jenny say, “God, I have to piss again.  There must be something in these wine coolers, it just goes right through me.”

 

“You should do what I do when I need to piss,” Angie said.  “Here, watch me.”  She moved around from her towel and sat facing Jenny and me, with her legs spread apart, and knees bent.  “Sit up Will, to shield the view.”  Knowing what was about to happen, I obliged.  “Pull your towel out from under you, you don’t want to piss on it,” she continued, “and dig a hole just in front of your pussy like this.”  Angie discretely dug a hole a few inches deep just in front of her pussy.

 

I looked across at Jenny; her eyes wide open in amazement.  “Now, all you have to do is pull the crotch of your bikini over like this,” Angie said, exposing her beautiful pussy to Jenny and I, “and you can quietly piss without anyone noticing.  Except us, of course.”  With that, she started to piss gently into the hole she had dug.  “It helps if you put some pressure on the sides of your pussy, so you don’t blast the sand away as you piss”, Angie said with a giggle.  “Now you try,” she said as the last of her piss dribbled into the sand.

 

Jenny looked unsure, but pulled her towel out behind her, and scooped a hole in the sand.  “No, closer to your pussy,” Angie said, “Unless you are going to try a trick shot.”  Angie still had her pussy exposed, and I could see it was slightly damp - and not from the recent pissing.

 

“Umm, like this?” Jenny asked, looking at Angie’s open pussy.  Her hands were pressing against her pussy, either to hold her piss in, or to give some pressure to her clit, maybe both.

 

“Yes, that’s better,” Angie said.  “Now pull your bikini to one side, it won’t work if you try to piss through them. Don’t worry about Will looking, I am sure he has seen a pussy before.”

 

Jenny looked at me and smiled.  “I won’t look, I promise...” I said, but neither of them believed me.

 

“OK, here it goes,” Jenny said.  “If I don’t piss now I will burst, anyway.”  With that, she pulled her bikini bottoms to one side, exposing her lovely smooth pussy lips.  Despite what I said, I looked, and the lips were wet and puffy, and already exposing her clit and vaginal opening.  Slowly at first, a stream of pee dribbled out, and then with a soft groan, Jenny started to piss harder.

 

“Not too hard,” Angie reminded.  “You were about to get me then!”

 

“Sorry,” Jenny said, her stream shaking as she giggled at the thought.  “God that feels good.  I have never felt so much relief pissing before.”

 

“Your shaved pussy looks really sexy, Jenny,” Angie said.  “How often do you shave it?  I am thinking of shaving mine, too.”

 

Jenny blushed slightly, and looked down at her smooth labia, the piss still streaming into the sand.  “I started shaving several months ago, not that I have many pubes to shave anyway.  I just like the feel of it being so soft and smooth when I, well, you know...” her voice trailed off.

 

Angie spread her legs wider, her fingers pushing her lips apart.  “Do you do right around your butt too?” she asked.  “I keep the tops and side trimmed, but I have never actually shaved close in.  How do you actually shave, and see what you are doing? I would hate to nick myself there.”

 

Jenny grinned, “No, that is the last thing you want to do.  I use a clean, fresh razor, and some moisturising soap.  I sit on the side of the bathtub, and use a magnifying makeup mirror so I can see clearly what I am doing.  Lots of warm water is important too, not too hot, but if it is too cold splashing cold water on my pussy makes me pee.  I shave a small patch at a time, rinse it off, and then feel carefully with my fingertips to make sure I haven’t missed anywhere.  Then, when I have shaved it all, I rub some good moisturiser in to stop any rash developing.  I do that once a week, sometimes twice, and touch up some areas when they get a little rough.”

 

“Wow, all that rubbing with soap and cream; don’t you get turned on? I mean, I would get so wet doing that I would have to . . well, you know” Angie said, giving Jenny a wink.

 

“Well, sometimes it does get arousing, touching yourself that way,” Jenny said.  “That’s all part of the fun of having a shaven pussy.”

 

“It sounds so cool,” Angie said.  “Does it really feel smooth and soft?  I mean, your pussy looks so sexy and smooth, I can’t imagine what it would feel like.”

 

Jenny had taken another few drinks of her wine cooler, and must have been feeling bold.  “Why don’t you feel my pussy and see what you think?  That way, you will know what to expect if you shave yours.”

 

“Can I?” Angie asked.  Jenny just nodded.

 

Angie reached forward, and tentatively touched Jenny’s shaven mons.  She then ran a finger around the outside of Jenny’s pussy, nowhere near the smooth lips.

 

“No, you have to feel the actual lips,” Jenny said, “feel in here.”  She took Angie’s hand in hers, and softly rubbed Angie’s fingers against her bare pussy.  “Can you feel that?” she asked.

 

I could see both girls’ nipples harden, and Angie’s pussy was well and truly soaking now.  Her lips were a dark red and swollen, and her juices seeping from the opening to her cunt.  I should add, my prick was as hard as a rock.  Jenny was leaning back, as Angie rubbed her fingers up and down her smooth pussy.  “That feels really smooth and sexy, Jenny.  I love how my finger slides so easily, with no bumps from the hair at all.”  As Angie’s finger pushed at the opening to Jenny’s cunt, I saw the younger woman shudder, and she let out a soft moan.  Angie pulled her finger away slightly, and said, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to  . . .”

 

Jenny just looked at her, pleading with her eyes.  Angie started rubbing Jenny’s pussy again, and this time rubbing her wet slot as well.  As Angie slid a finger inside Jenny’s now sopping cunt, Jenny let out a series of soft moans, pressing her fingers against her clit as she came.  No sooner had Jenny’s orgasm finished, when Angie rubbed her own clit faster, and let out a soft “Ohhh God, yes”, spurting more jets of piss as she came.

 

After a minute, both women looked at each other.  “Wow,” Angie said.  “I now understand why guys rave about shaved pussies.  Thank you Jenny.”  She took her wet fingers from Jenny’s pussy up to her lips, and gently sucked the juices from her fingers.

 

“No, thank you Angie,” Jenny said, and reached forward, running her fingers over Angie’s soaking pussy, and then taking them to her mouth, sucking them just as Angie did.  They had seemed to forget I was there.  Angie then covered both wet areas in the sand where they had pissed, and pulled her bikini bottoms over her exposed pussy.

 

“Feel like another swim, people?” Angie asked Jenny and I.

 

Jenny looked at me, having completely forgotten I was there.  “Did you see … I mean... were you watching us?” she stammered, just realising that I had been watching everything.

 

“Don’t worry, Will is really cool about things,” Angie assured her.  “Now let’s have a swim and cool off.  Although someone may have to wait a few minutes before he can stand up and walk to the water,” she said, pointing at my rather obvious erection.

 

Now it was my turn to blush slightly.  My swimmers were bulging fit to burst under yet another rock hard erection.

 

Jenny poked my bulging swimmers with her fingers.  “Was that from watching us?” she asked.

 

“From watching you and looking at your sexy pussy,” I replied.  “See the effect you have on an old man?”  Not that I was really old, but to twenty year old woman, anything over thirty-five is ancient.

 

“You’re not old if you can still get it up,” Jenny replied.

 

“That’s probably not his real prick,” Angie teased.  “I bet he slipped a stick in there when we weren’t looking!”

 

“I’ll show you, woman,” I snorted.  I pulled my swimmers aside, and my prick sprang out.  It was completely erect, the head all swollen and purple, the tip sticky with pre-cum.  The veins along the shaft were pulsing and throbbing, and I clenched my muscles several times, making the head swell and the whole prick bob up and down.  “Consider that a vote of appreciation to both of you, “ I said as I tucked my erection back in my swimmers, this time in a less constricted position.  I stood up, and said “race you both to the water.”

 

With a head start, I was well ahead as I dove into the waves.  Of course, I had a reason for running; I knew my erection would be very obvious to anyone watching me.  As it was, when I hit the water, the top half of my prick was poking from the top of me swimmers.  As I dove under the waves, the coolness of the ocean made it contract slightly, and I tucked myself back inside my swimmers.  I surfaced, and dove again to get beyond the shore break, where I waited for the other two to join me. 

 

A minute or two later, Angie and Jenny swam up to me.  By now, my prick had returned to a more “acceptable” size, and was no longer threatening to escape from my swimmers.  Angie pushed her bikini bottoms down, and washed around her pussy.  “Important to keep that fresh and clean,” she said with a wink.  Jenny followed suit, then pulled her bikini back up.

 

“Where are your other friends, Jenny?” I asked.

 

“Oh, they are off trying to impress some guys.  Rachel’s brother and his dorky friends are with them, and Rachel has the hots for one of them.  She flashes her tits at him whenever she gets the chance; all the guys seem to go for her big tits.  Sometimes it makes me sick seeing how the two of them carry on with those guys.  And you know the funniest thing?  The guy - Ben - that Rachel has the hots for is gay.  In fact, I think her brother is too; not that I would tell her.  But Rachel and Sally can’t see that; that both flirt outrageously with the two of them.  As if they had a chance!” she snorted.

 

“And the guys play the girls off against each other; one will comment on how they like large boobs and the Sally will get all sulky as Rachel struts her tits around.  Then another will comment on how firmness and perkiness beats quantity any day, and off they all go.  I mean, the way some girls carry on around guys, it’s as if they go all stupid.  Away from those guys, they are great fun to be around, but as soon as some guys turn up, like their pussies take over from their brains.”

 

“I know some guys like that too; their brains are always controlled by their prick,” Angie said.  “Present company excluded, of course.”

 

“He doesn’t seem like any other guy I have seen; most of those would have been all over us back on the beach.  If I hadn’t seen your erect dick, Will, I might have thought you were gay, sitting there through what Angie and I were doing,” Jenny said as she looked down towards my groin.

 

“I can assure you, Will is not gay.  Not that I have seen any evidence of, anyway.  And he knows how to treat a woman,” Angie said, squeezing my hand.

 

“Typical,” Jenny said.  “All the good guys are already taken, or gay.  Just my luck.  And the only guys that try to hit on you are the last ones you ever consider being seen with.”

 

“Well, have patience.  I went through a few disasters before I found this guy,” Angie said as she hugged me.

 

That made me feel really good inside.  Although we had only been “together” for less than twenty-four hours, something told me Angie was special to me, and it meant a lot to me knowing she felt the same about me.

 

“Of course, I could always rent him out,” Angie said, “perhaps make some money on the side.”

 

I laughed. “Have I got involved with the pimp queen of the city?” I asked.  “Besides, Jenny may not want to pay for things she could easily get for free.  You know, you girls just treat us men like sex objects.  All you want me for is my prick.”

 

“And you tongue, and your fingers, don’t forget,” teased Angie.  “Jenny would expect to get full value from you.”

 

“Oh yes,” chimed in Jenny, playing along with Angie.  “I demand complete money back satisfaction, and a twelve month unlimited orgasm guarantee.”

 

“Geeze, Angie, look at what you are doing to the poor girl,” I said.  “She is becoming just as bad as you!”  I splashed some water at Angie, hitting her square in the face.  She coughed and spluttered as she swallowed some of the water.

 

“Right you, you’re dead meat,” Angie said, as she kicked her legs on the surface, showering me with spray.  She then jumped up, pushing my shoulders under the water.  “Help me get him, Jenny,” she said to the other girl.

 

With the two of them ganging up on me, I stood no chance.  I was dumped under several times, and in the melee one of them pulled my swimmers down, and I felt hands grapping my prick and balls on various occasions.  They didn’t go unscathed, either; I was able to grab both Jenny and Angie on several occasions, pulling them under.  Of course, I managed to get quite a few “accidental” feels of their breasts, and had a quick feel of Jenny’s smooth pussy.  After a few minutes, we grew tired of the game, and I moved away from them, pulling my swimmers back up.  “You two are too much for this old man,” I said.  “Anyway, Jenny wouldn’t want me Angie, she would be better with some younger stud that could keep up with you!”

“Not true, Will”, Angie said.  “Seriously, Jenny, don’t waste your time on young guys - guys are still little boys inside until they are at least thirty.  Mind you, some of them never stop being little boys.  I should tell you about the first guy I had sex with - it was a disaster.”

 

“Let’s go back on the sand,” Jenny said, “and tell me more, Angie.  I’m starting to feel a bit waterlogged after all that dunking!”

 

We swam back to the shore, and as we were walking back to our towels, one of Jenny’s friends came over.  “Hey, Jen, we are going to Rachel’s place with the guys.  Did you want to come with us?” she asked.  I assumed she must be Sally.

 

“No, not really, Sal,” Jenny replied.  “I will stay here for a bit longer, if Will and Angie can drop me home.”

 

“Not a problem,” said Angie.  “We can do that.”

 

“OK then, catch you later,” said Sally, as she jogged back to the others.

 

“Gee, thanks so much for that,” said Jenny, as we sat back on the sand.  “The last thing I wanted was to see another performance by Rachel trying to act the sexually desirable woman.  Do you know what she did the last time we all ended up there with those guys?” We look quizzically at her, waiting for her to continue the story.  “We were all in their back yard, drinking and listening to music, Rachel really coming on to Ben, and the more he ignored her, the more wine she drank.  Then, when some raunchy music came on, she stood up, and danced right in front of him, pulling her top off and rubbing those huge boobs.  Well, she was swaying and carrying on, pissed as could be, and then she started laughing - and began to piss her pants.  She just stood there, saying ‘Oh no!  I’m pissing my pants!  I’m pissing my pants!’ I mean, as if we couldn’t tell.  When she stopped, she looked down, and said, “Oh, I don’t feel so good, and started to stagger off to the side of the yard, when she leant over, and threw up all over the grass.  Sally took her off inside and cleaned her up, and put her to bed.  Silly bitch that she is, she never learns.  I guess she will probably be like that later tonight.”

 

Jenny took another swig from her bottle.  I sensed there was some real underlying resentment there between Jenny and her big-breasted friend, and wondered what the real cause of it was.

 

“Yeah, that’s not the way to impress guys,” I said, “at least not the sort of guys you want to impress.”

 

“Anyway, what was it you were saying about some young guy you had sex with, Angie?” Jenny asked, probably keen to divert attention away from her.

 

“Oh yeah, I was going to tell you why you should avoid young guys,” Angie said.  She took another mouthful of wine, and continued.  “I would have been not quite seventeen, and we had been going out for several months.  We had done a lot of stuff, but never gone ‘all the way’, but he was getting more and more insistent, using all the lines ‘you would if you really loved me’ and shit like that. He was about 18, but he hadn’t had sex before either.  Anyway, I finally agreed to; I mean I was wanting to do it too, all curious and excited but scared at the same time.  At least I insisted he wear a condom.  Anyway, we were at his place one afternoon, fooling around, and he pulled out a condom and said ‘do you want to do it?’  Well, it was impossible for me to say ‘no’.  So after some kissing and fondling, we tried to get the condom on his prick, which took some time - we unrolled it first, and then tried to pull it on.  By then, I had started to lose interest, but he was ready to go.  Well, never mind any decent foreplay, he just rubbed my pussy a few times, stuck a finger in my cunt, and then stuck his dick in.  I wasn’t properly wet, and it really hurt.  At least it didn’t take long; probably after less than ten thrusts, he came.”

“Well, he pulled out of me, and said ‘wow, that was great!’ but I just rolled over, curled up and cried.  I felt really used, and it hurt like crazy, and it was such a disappointment.  He had no idea, and said ‘What’s the matter, Hon; we can try it again a bit later if you want’.  Well, I lost it.  I slapped him across the face, and said ‘You bastard, I never want to see you again’, or something like that.  I got dressed, and walked home, crying all the way.  It took me almost eight years before I was ready to have sex with a man again.”

“Oh Angie, I’m so sorry for you,” Jenny said.  “That must have been devastating for you, the first time and all that.  I know that I want my first time to be special and for the guy to take time and make sure I enjoy it as much as he does.  I can see why that experience would turn you off sex for a long time.”

 

“Well, I only said it was eight years before I had sex with a man,” Angie said with a big wink.  “But do you mean that you are still a virgin?”

 

“Sex with a man?” Jenny looked puzzled, and then blushed a deep red when she realised what Angie was saying.  “You we a, I mean, you had sex with wo… .” her voice trailed off.

 

“You mean ‘am I bisexual?’” Angie said.  “Yes, in fact for most of those intervening years, I was strictly lesbian.  No steady partners, just lots of experimenting.  But it has been quite a few years since I have had sex with another woman.  Anyway, you didn’t answer my question - you’re still a virgin, right?”

 

“Yes,” said Jenny, looking slightly ashamed.  “But it’s not like I don’t want to have sex, I mean sometimes I get so horny, so aroused I would be prepared to take anyone.  But I guess I just have never found the right guy - or at least a guy that wants me.  Like I said, the good ones are either gay, like Rachel’s brother, or taken, like Will.  Or else they are completely out of the question; like the guy that you first had sex with.  I’ll probably never get a guy, and die a dried up old maid.”  She sniffed, and a tear ran down her cheek.  She took another long drink of wine, needing to settle her emotions.

 

I took her hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze.  “Jenny, you are still young, you are a lovely, attractive woman.  There are some decent, available guys out there, believe me.  You just need to be ready to accept someone when you do find him.  Trust me, when you least expect it, you will find someone for you.  Just ask Angie if you don’t believe me.”

 

Jenny blushed, and said softly, “Thank you Will.  No one has told me that I am lovely or attractive before.  But you are right, I should stop rushing things, and enjoy what comes along.”  She took another drink from her bottle, emptying it as she tilted it high up.  “Tell me, you don’t have a twin brother, do you?”

 

“Well, actually I do have a brother,” I replied, “but he isn’t a twin, only a few years younger than me.  That won’t be much help to you though; he is married, quite happily, in fact.  He and his wife are living in Canberra.”

 

“Damn!  See what I mean - taken or gay,” Jenny laughed, and then held a hand to her groin.  “Shit, I have to have another piss.  Do you need to Angie?” she asked.

 

“No, I am fine, but don’t let that stop you,” Angie said.

 

“Well, I need to take a piss,” I said, and if you are going to put on a display like last time, I had better piss first, or my prick will be too hard to do anything.”

 

“Ohh, can I watch you?  I have never seen a guy piss before,” Jenny asked.

 

“Sure,” I said, “let me move around in front of you.  Spread your legs apart so you can see.”  Jenny spread her legs in front of her, and I sat down between her knees, my legs folded under me.  I dug a hole in the sand, and then pulled my swimmers aside.  My prick was about half erect, starting to get thick, but not so erect that it would be hard to piss.

 

“Can I hold it?” Jenny asked, sliding towards me so my prick was only a few inches from her crotch.

 

“Sure,” I replied, “just don’t squeeze me too hard”.  I had my hands resting on her thighs, and she reached forward with her right hand, wrapping her fingers around the shaft.  With her other hand, she pulled her bikini bottoms to one side, exposing her lovely smooth pussy once more.  I couldn’t help but notice a sheen of moisture was already glistening around the smooth labia.

 

Angie moved close to us, watching intently, and rested a hand on each of our thighs.  “Hold his prick firmly, but not too tight, or you will cut off the flow completely,” Angie instructed Jenny.  She moved the younger woman’s hand slightly, so I wouldn’t piss on her wrist.  “Now you can direct the piss by aiming his prick, just like watering the garden.”

 

Jenny laughed, “I can water my garden with it!”

 

“OK, ready?” I asked.  Jenny nodded, and looked intently at my prick.  “Here goes,” I said, as the first spurt started to flow.

 

My piss shot out, and struck Jenny on the thigh, just below her pussy.  “Sorry,” I said, “I didn’t mean to get you,” and squeeze the flow off.

 

“No,” said Jenny, “I want you to get me.  I want to feel your piss on my pussy.”

 

I started to piss again, and Jenny directed the stream against her pussy, squeezing my prick so a thin stream played against her.  She moved my prick up and down, and soon her whole pussy was wet with my piss.  “God, that feels so good; your piss is so warm.  I love how that feels.”  She started to rub her pussy, feeling my piss on her.  After a while, the stream dwindled to a dribble, and then finished.  Jenny shook the last few drops onto the sand.  “Thank you Will, seeing you piss like that was fantastic, and it felt so good against my clit and pussy.”

 

I smiled at her, and said “and your pussy looks really sexy all wet with my piss.  Angie will have to shave her pussy, just so I can feel what a smooth pussy feels like.”

 

“And tastes like too, don’t forget,” Angie said.

 

“You can always feel mine to see if you like it,” Jenny said.  “After all, if you don’t like the feel of a shaved pussy, then you may not want Angie to shave.  Better to know beforehand.”

 

“Do you want me to touch you?” I asked.  “I thought you had to piss?”

 

“I can hold on a bit longer for you,” Jenny replied.  Her hand was still around my prick, and she started to squeeze it gently, and rubbed her thumb across the tip, spreading the last few drops of piss around it.

 

I reached forward, and ran a finger around the outside of her labia.  They were incredibly soft and smooth, and wet with my piss.  I could see her labia starting to swell with her arousal, and moved a finger down between them, circling around her clit.  She let out a soft gasp as I felt her clit under my finger.  I slowly rubbed up and down the wet cleft between her lips, moving my finger around the opening of her vagina, and down to her puckered asshole.  With each stroke she was getting wetter and wetter; and I saw Angie guide her hand as she started to rub my prick.

 

“God, your prick is so big and hard,” Jenny said.

 

“You have done that, Jenny,” I replied.  “You have got me so turned on.”  Nothing like a good boost to her ego, I thought.

 

“And you have me so hot too Will,” she said, “please rub my cunt and make me come for you.”

 

I rubbed slightly faster, sliding a finger inside her cunt.  She was so hot and wet inside, but still quite tight.  Her lips were slick with her juices, and I spread them all around her pussy as I rubbed and fingered her.  I could feel my orgasm slowly building too, and I tried to put that out of my mind, so that I would make her come before I did.  Her face was flushed, and her nipples were hard and erect, the areolas crinkled and dark.  I concentrated on rubbing and teasing her clit, which was now swollen and sitting prominently between her lips.  I slid a finger in and out of her cunt, angling my finger up to rub the sensitive G spot just inside her.  Within a minute, I felt her hand squeeze tight on my prick, and as I rubbed her clit she groaned “Ohhh God.”  Her muscles spasmed as her orgasm started, and as she came, hot jets of piss squirted out from her pee hole, covering my prick. 

 

Even after her orgasm subsided, she continued to piss, now a solid stream drenching my prick and balls with her warmth.  Finally, her pissing slowed, and stopped.  “Oh God, Will, that was fantastic.  I have never come like that before, and pissing as I came felt so good.”  Jenny was flushed and still wired from her orgasm.  “Sorry, I really didn’t think I would piss all over you like that.”

 

“Don’t worry, I loved that,” I replied.  “Now I believe you have to finish off what you have started.”

 

“You mean, rubbing you?” she asked.  “Do you want me to, you know. . .”

 

“Masturbate me?  Jerk me off?  Wank me?” I said, teasing her.  “Of course I do.  You have got me so aroused, you can’t just leave me like this!”

 

The tip of my prick was only two inches from her pussy, and as she started to rub me again, she said, “It is almost like I am teasing him though.  He is so close to my cunt, it must be unfair.”

 

“There will be another time for that,” I said.  “Besides, sex on the beach is not all it is cracked up to be.  You would end up with sand inside your cunt, and that is really uncomfortable.”

 

Jenny continued rubbing my prick, and I could see Angie rubbing her pussy as well.  After a minute of two of rubbing, I said, “I am about to come, Jenny.”  With another stroke, she aimed my prick up, and the first shot of semen hit her in the stomach.  Angie let out a groan as she came as well.  Another thick glob of come hit Jenny, this time across her breasts. The last few spurts struck lower down, mixing with her juices on her pussy.

 

“Wow!” Jenny said, “That looked great.  You shot all over me!”  She felt my come on her breasts, rubbing it around her nipples.  “It feels so good, too!”

 

“And tastes good, too,” Angie said, reaching over to rub my come on Jenny’s breasts, and then licking it off her fingers.  “You should taste it too, Jenny, to see if you like the taste.”

 

Jenny tentatively put a finger in her mouth, and tasted my come.  “Salty, but not bad,” she said as she licked her fingers clean.  She then wiped the sticky come from her stomach, and held out her fingers to Angie, who readily sucked each finger in turn.  Then, she rubbed my semen all around her pussy, saying,  “God, that feels so wonderful.”

 

I had now regained my breath, and said, “Thank you Jenny, that was fantastic.  That was a wonderful orgasm.”  I leant forward and kissed her on the lips, and tasted my semen on her lips.  “That was so great what you did.”

 

Jenny blushed again, and said “My pleasure Will.  I loved doing that to you.  That is the first time I have touched a guy’s prick, the first time I have seen a guy piss, and definitely the first time I have seen a guy come.”

 

“Well, I hope it won’t be the last time you make me ...I mean, a guy come,” I said.  Angie smiled and me, and kissed my cheek.  “Now I think we all need to clean up properly.”

 

We walked back to the water, which was now getting pretty deserted.  We swam out a little, and rinsed the piss and come from our bodies.  As I looked out to the ocean to the southwest, I saw the signs of a late afternoon summer storm building, and suggested it was time we packed up and went home.

 

With the impending storm approaching, we gathered our things and walked back to the car.  Jenny pulled her shorts on over her bikini bottoms, and a tee shirt over her bare chest.  Angie just put her bikini top on, the two of us remaining in our swimmers.  We put our bags in the back, and then debated how to get three people in a two-seater vehicle.

 

“How far is it to your place, Jenny,” I asked.

 

“Only about three miles or so once we get back on the main road,” she answered.

 

“You can sit on my lap, Jenny,” Angie suggested.  “You aren’t that heavy, and it won’t be that far.

 

Once seated, I started slowly up the rough track, trying to avoid the deeper potholes.  After one jarring bump, Jenny yelped and said, “I should have put my bikini top on, my boobs are flying around everywhere!”

 

“Hold her tits with your hands, Angie,” I said.  “Otherwise one of them will hit me in the eye.”

 

Jenny laughed, and Angie obliged by sliding her hands up inside Jenny’s tee shirt, holding her breasts firmly.  We continued up the track, and reached the road without further mishap.  “Turn left here,” Jenny said. 

 

As we traveled the back roads to Jenny’s place, I noticed Angie kept her hands inside Jenny’s tee shirt, caressing the younger woman’s breasts.  Jenny just lay back and enjoyed the attention, a flushed look on her cheeks.  After several miles, we arrived outside a neat cottage down a side street from the main road.

 

“This is my parent’s place,” Jenny said, but I hope to move out and into the city when university starts again in February.  She looked at us, not quite sure what to say next.  “Look, thanks for the great day, I really enjoyed, you know, everything.”

 

“We enjoyed your company too, Jenny,” I said.  “We have to get do this again soon.”

 

“Yes,” Angie said, and reached into the glove compartment, and grabbed a pen and paper.  “Here is our phone number and address, plus my email address.  We can arrange to do something one night this week, or next weekend if that is more convenient for you.”  She gave the piece of paper to Jenny.

 

 

[Maclir 941]

(Part 5)

 

Please, Live With Me

Saturday Evening, November 13, 1999

Well, that was a fun and interesting day,” I said, once we were back on the main road.  “Although I think you have created a monster there with her, Angie.”

Angie laughed, “You know she wants to make love with you - she has decided that you will be her first man.  Do you think you can handled the two of us?”

“God, the two of you?” I exclaimed.  “I don’t think I can even handle you by yourself.”  Was I hearing right?  Was Angie suggesting a threesome?  This was every straight guy’s ultimate fantasy; the stuff (wet) dreams are made of.

“Well, it isn’t only you she wants,” Angie said.  “She wants to experiment with me, she said so herself just before we left the water the last time.  And I want to do things with her too - but we will both need to take our time and be gentle with her - gentle emotionally as well as physically.”

“But you don’t object to me being with her - even making love with her?” I asked.

“Not if we both know what we are doing,” Angie replied.  “Would you object to me making love with her?”

“Put that way, no,” I said.  “Provided we don’t go behind each other’s back, and tell each other.”

“I agree,” said Angie.  “Not that we have to be physically present all the time.  I mean, when it gets to the point when you first make love to her, she deserves some privacy.  It should be really special, really romantic for her.  Something that in the years to come, she can look back on and treasure.”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.  “Now, I think we are going to get very wet, very soon.”  I mentally cursed myself for leaving the soft top in the garage.  The storm was close now, and we were driving towards it.  The clouds were dark and ominous, and I hoped there was no hail accompanying it.

“How far are we from your place?” Angie asked.

“Probably 30 minutes, maybe longer,” I said.  “It really depends on the traffic.”

Then, the storm hit.  Big fat raindrops pelted down, and I had to slow right down.  The windscreen wipers were useless, as there was just as much water on the inside of the screen as outside.  Within seconds we were drenched to the skin - just as well we still had out swimmers on.  After a few minutes, the worst of the storm passed, and the rain abated to a steady shower.  However, the temperature had dropped considerably, we both had goose bumps on our skin, and Angie’s erect nipples were jutting out from her breasts.  Ahead, the traffic had slowed considerably, and I turned the radio on to get a road report.

As we stopped at the end of a long line of vehicles, we heard the traffic news.  Apparently, a truck and two cars had collided in the rain about a mile of two ahead, blocking all lanes as police and rescuers tried to deal with the situation.  Although it wasn’t said, I guessed the accident was pretty bad, with at least one fatality.  The announcer advised anyone to avoid the northern freeway, as it was likely to be closed for the next hour or more.

Great.  Not only were we stuck in the traffic jam, but also we couldn’t turn around or go another way.  And it was raining.  And we were cold.  Not the end to the day I had planned.

“Shit,” Angie exclaimed.  “How long are we going to be stuck here?  Is there anyway we can turn around?”

“Not easily,” I said.  We had vehicles stopped on all sides of us, and there was no way we could back out, or get to the other side of the road, not through the other lanes of traffic and the concrete barriers.  “I guess we will have to sit and wait.”

Angie started to squirm on her seat.  “Damn.  All this rain and the cold have made me want to piss.  I should have taken the opportunity when you and Jenny did.”

She sat in silence for a minute or two, while I tried to find a music station on the radio.

“How bad do you have to go?” I asked.

“I can hold on,” she replied.  “I don’t want to piss on your seats.”

I laughed.  “Don’t worry about them.  Haven’t you seen how wet it is inside here already?  Any more won’t make a bit of difference.  Under the rubber floor mats is a drain plug, and the seats can be washed easily.  Besides, I like seeing you piss.  And remember, we are higher than all the other vehicles around us, so no one can see us.  I can even reach over right now and slide those bikini pants down, and no one can tell.”  True to my word, I pulled her bikini bottoms down to her ankles, and rubbed my wet fingers across her pussy.  “I need my fingers warmed up anyway.”

“Ohh Will, you ratbag,” she said, but she slid forward to the edge of her seat, and spread her legs apart.  “Those cold fingers make it worse.”

I dipped my fingers into the pool of rainwater at her feet, and splashed her pussy with the cold water.  “Does this help?” I asked innocently.  “Or is this better?” I said as I stroked her pussy.  The warmth of her juices soon replaced the coldness of the rainwater, as I rubbed her pussy, stroking her clit and sliding a finger into her cunt.  “You know, you do have a lovely warm and wet cunt, Angie.  I love feeling all that warm wetness your pussy and cunt makes.”  I put my finger against my mouth, and sucked her juices from my fingers.  “Mmmmm, you still taste pretty good.  Would you like me to keep doing that?”

“Please Will, you know what I like,” she pleaded softly.  “I want your fingers on my pussy, in my cunt. Actually, I really want your prick in my cunt, but we probably can’t do that here.”

“No, that may be a bit hard to do,” I said as I continued stroking her pussy.  “Or would you prefer Jenny’s fingers stroking you?  Or maybe both of us?  Her fingers and my tongue?  Maybe her tongue and my fingers?  Would you like that Angie?”

She closed her eyes, gripping the side of the seat tightly.  “God, you know I do, I would live to have you both licking and fingering me right now.  I could lick her cunt while she licked mine, I want to taste her juices on my face.”  She was really getting worked up, her breathing faster, and her labia were dark red, swollen and soaked with her juices.  I slid two fingers inside her, fucking her steaming cunt with my fingers, and pressing her engorged clit with my thumb.

“God yes, fuck my cunt,” she whispered in my ear.  “I want you to make me come like you made her come.”

As I thrust my fingers in and out of her cunt, I saw her tense her arms, and raise her butt slightly off the seat. “Oh yes, fuck,” she exclaimed as her cunt gripped and spasmed around my fingers.  Then, a huge flood of piss spurted from her, coating me hand.  “yes, yes, yes,” she moaned as she continued to piss through her orgasm.  I could hear the hissing sound as she continued to piss, and the splattering as her pee fell to the car floor, mixing with the pool of rainwater.  Her orgasm over, she continued to piss, expelling the last of it in three sharp spurts against my hand.

I looked around; no one in the surrounding cars had noticed a thing.  I guess the rain had fogged most of their windows up.  Looking back down at Angie’s pussy, my fingers were still deep in her cunt, her lips spread wide apart and soaking in a mix of her pee and juices.  What a fantastic sight, and once again I was as hard as a rock.

Slowly, I removed my fingers from her soaking pussy, and stroked her cheek gently.  As I bought my sopping fingers to my mouth, I said “you look so incredibly sexy when you come that way Angie.”  I sucked my fingers clean, once again savouring the lovely taste of her cocktail of juices.

“God, Will,” she finally gasped.  “You really know how to make me come.  When my bladder is that full, and I am busting to piss, my orgasm is so much more intense.  And the piss just spurts out when I come.  When I saw Jenny come that way earlier, I wanted to come like that so much.  I deliberately held on for as long as I could to make it more intense.”  She leant forward, and pulled her bikini bottoms back up.  “God, these are completely soaked too.”

Up ahead, vehicles slowly started to move.  “It looks like we may be moving soon,” I said.

“Good,” replied Angie, “the first thing I want when we get to your place is a hot shower.”  She looked down at my groin, and felt my stiff prick.  “Well, maybe the second thing . . .”

“That is a great suggestion,” I said.  I can’t promise a huge, earth shattering orgasm for you, but I really want to lie down with you, and feel your body around me.  Then we can have a hot shower - or a soaking bath, if you prefer.”

I started the engine, and slowly moved forward.  Up ahead, the police were directing cars slowly around the wreckage of some vehicles.  “Looks pretty bad,” I said.  Once clear of the accident site, it didn’t take long to get home.  We ran up the stairs, and threw our wet clothes and bags in the bathroom.  I grabbed a towel, and dried the last of the rain from us.

We curled up on the large bed, and I slowly made my way down her body, covering her neck, shoulders, breasts and stomach in soft, gentle kisses.  I took my time, wanting to discover every part of this wonderful woman’s body, learn the feel and shape and taste of each part of her.  I stroked her fingers, planting little kisses on their tips, and then sucking them gently into my mouth.  I ran my fingers up the insides of each arm, letting the smooth skin rub against my lips and tongue, finally kissing her underarms, and tasting the sweet dew of her sweat.  Angie ran her fingers through my hair, moaning and sighing as I caressed her body.  I then turned my attention to her breasts, stroking the soft skin with my fingers, revelling in the sight of her hard, erect nipples.  I sucked them gently into my mouth, rolling my tongue around the hard nubs.  Then, I opened my mouth wider, and gently sucked as much of her breast into my mouth as I could.  She moaned louder, sighing, “Oh Will, suck my breasts, yes”. 

I moved up and kissed her lips, saying, “Angie, you have beautiful breasts.  I love kissing and sucking them.”

I planted a trail of kisses down her chest to her stomach, kissing around her navel, sticking the tip of my tongue in there, and she giggled with the tickling sensations.  I moved lowed still, to the hollows at the top of her hips, my tongue sliding over the smooth skin.  Close to her pussy, I could feel the heat from her, and detect the scent of her arousal in my nostrils.  Finally, I moved my lips across the soft pubic hair above her pussy.  She moaned and writhed in pleasure, calling out “Oh Will, lick me there, suck me please.”  I pushed her legs wider, and slide down lower.  Her pussy was already very wet, the lips swollen and open, waiting for me.  Kissing on the outside of her labia, I let my tongue lick her inner thighs, teasing and arousing her more.  I moved my fingers up to her pussy, and lightly ran a finger around the outside of her lips, brushing lightly against the strands of pubic hair, and down to her butt, and back up the other side.  Then, I sild a finger between her lips, pressing them apart so I could see her clit and inner lips.  As I brushed her swollen clit, she moaned and moved her hips from side to side.  Pressing a finger against her cunt, she opened easily, the inside a dark red and glistening with moisture.  I slid first one, then a second finger inside her, feeling the lovely ridges just inside her, reaching up to caress her G spot.  As I slid my fingers inside her, little squirts of her juices covered my fingers and hands, and I could hear sexy squelching sounds as my fingers moved around the wetness inside her.

My eyes were just inches from her pussy, and I could see the dark nub of her clit, the opening of her pee hole, even her anus clenching as she worked against my finger.  I had never seen such a beautiful and erotic sight, and I felt eternally grateful at having such a wonderful woman.  As I stroked inside her vagina, I tongued her swollen clit, teasing it with the tip of my tongue.  I could hear her moaning and crying out, wanting me to lick her, to make her come.  All of a sudden, her cunt gripped my fingers very tightly, and she bucked her hips up and down, letting out a large groan.  This time, no piss squirted out, but my fingers and hand was covered in a huge quantity of her juices.  As she came, I pressed the thumb of my other hand against the bud of her anus, and as she spasmed, my thumb slid into her arse, pressing up against her cunt from inside.  That made her orgasm even stronger, almost as if she was having a second one right at the end of the first.

Finally, she lay still.  Her pussy, cunt and arse were soaked.  There was a huge wet patch on the bed sheet, and my hands and face were coated in her juices.  I slid up next to her, and she kissed me deeply.  “Oh, Will,” she sighed, “that was wonderful.  You really know how to treat a woman.  Now please, make love to me, I want you so much.”

I positioned myself over her, and she guided my prick inside her.  She was so hot and wet; it was the most beautiful feeling.  I felt her cunt squeeze tight on my prick, and I slowly slide in and out.  The sensations of her wet cunt on my prick were great, as I slide deeper inside I could feel her vaginal walls opening and grasping the head of my prick.  “Oh yes, Fuck me Will, please.”

I continued to slide in and out slowly, feeling the head of my prick slide the full length of her cunt - or at least, all of the length that my prick could access.  With each thrust, she would tilt her hips up so I would slide in deeper.  We moved as one, slowly getting faster and faster, our breathing matching.  I could feel my orgasm getting closer, and Angie was moaning with each thrust.  “I’m about to come, Angie,” I said.

“Yes, come inside me Will,” she cried, “please come inside me.”

I felt the familiar boiling sensation in my balls, and then my muscles contracted, and I thrust deep inside her.  With I groan I spurted my semen inside her.  Angie cried out “Oh yes Will!” and I felt her cunt contract around my prick.  I moved a little and short another big spurt inside her, and I felt her coming as I was.  Four, five, I don’t know how many time I spurted semen inside her, and then exhausted, collapsed against her, holding her tight.

We must have lay like that for some time, because when I opened my eyes, it was dark outside.  My prick was still inside Angie’s cunt, and it felt all warm and wet.  I gently kissed her lips, and she said, “I love you Will.”

“I love you too, Angie,” I replied.

She reached down between us, and said, “I like how you are still inside me,” as she started to rub my prick where it entered her.  She squeezed her cunt around me, and immediately my prick began to get hard again.  “Ohh, he is still alive,” she said.

I started to move slowly, letting my prick slide against her fingers, as I wasn’t yet fully hard.  “That feel so lovely Will, reach down with me and feel us fucking!”

I moved my hand down, and together our fingers felt us.  I gently rubbed her pussy, while she pressed against my prick as it slid inside her.  Soon, I was hard again, thrusting deep inside her.  “I doubt I can come again, Angie”, I warned her.

“That doesn’t matter, Will, I just love feeling you inside me,” she replied.  “Let me get on top of you, so you can rest.”

We swapped positions, and she straddled my waist, and guided my prick inside her.  I could look down and see her pussy spread about my prick as she rode up.  “Oh, I love this position Will.  You get so deep inside me.”  She started moving faster, up and down, and put a hand to her pussy, rubbing herself as she rode me.  “Oh God that feels so great.”  Each time she slid down on my prick, we could hear lovely wet squelching sounds, and soon her wetness had spread around my groin and down to my balls and arse crack.  I loved the feeling of her wetness on me.

Her cunt was now really wet and slippery, and I was finding it hard to focus on the feelings in my prick.  Not that I cared, she was really turned on, calling out softly and moaning as she fucked my prick.  Her hand was rubbing faster and faster on her clit, and any moment I expected her to come.  Then, she pushed down hard onto me, and I felt her cunt squeeze my prick really tight.  “Oh yes, fuck, yes, yes,” she called out.  Again, I felt the familiar warm sensation as some of her pee spurted out, this time trickling down my stomach towards my navel.  God this woman was sexy and so hot.

I started thrusting inside her, feeling the heat and wetness of her cunt gripping my prick tightly.  I kept the movements short, quickly in and out, and very soon I felt an orgasm approaching.  Pushing inside her, I shot one or two spurts of semen inside.  Not my most powerful, but still pretty good as my fourth of the day, and six within twenty-four hours.

“Mmmmm,” Angie purred, “and who said they wouldn’t be able to come again?”  She looked very pleased with herself.  “Now, I recall you mentioning a bath, I believe?” she said, and raised herself off my prick.  As she did, a big glob of my semen, mixed with a flood of her juices, ran out of her cunt onto my stomach, combining with the mix of her pee that was already there.  That made her laugh, and as she laughed, more dribbles of her juices, pee and my semen dripped down on to me.  “I think we really need one now!”

I laughed, and said “well, you have really marked me as yours now.  Lets have that bath.”

I carefully got off the bed, not wanting to add to the already large wet area, and we moved to the bathroom.  As I ran the bath, getting the water temperature right, Angie sat on the toilet, watching me.  “I’ll have to get you to move, honey, I need to use that now,” I said to her.

Angie spread her legs, saying “Can’t you aim that dick of yours?  Piss between my legs Will.”

Well, there wasn’t a large area to aim for, but I aimed carefully, and the first stream of piss bisected her legs, splashing noisily in the water.  I then shifted aim slightly, and pissed on her pussy, rinsing the residue of our combined cum from her.  “Ohhh that does feel good.  I was hoping you would aim there,” she said.

The bath was ready, and we got in.  Grabbing some soap and a sponge, I started to lather the suds on her shoulders and breasts.  “That’s so nice Will.   You have really lovely hands.”  I continued to wash her stomach, and then gently soaped between her legs.  “Mmmmmm, I love you touching me there.  You make me feel all warm and tingly inside.”

“OK, now turn around so I can do your back,” I said.  Angie obliged, and I lathered her shoulders and back, then massaged her gently for a minute or two.  Getting my hand covered in soap, I washed between her butt cheeks, and gently ran a finger around her asshole, and pushed it gently against it.

“Ohhh, you devil,” Angie said.  “You know, when you slid your finger in there, it gave me a second orgasm on top of the first.  I have never had anyone do that to me, I guess I never thought I would like it, but it just felt so hot.”

“Well,” I said, “I didn’t intent to put my thumb inside your arse, just to press it against you.  But then all of a sudden it was like it opened up and sucked my thumb in, and I could feel my fingers moving.  I’m glad you liked it, because it really seemed to set you off.  I have never done that before myself.”

“I did like it,” Angie said, “Although I don’t think your prick would fit in there!”

“No, I am happy with having it in your cunt, Angie,” I replied.  “I think that is where it fits best.”

“Well, what about my mouth?” she asked.  “Or maybe between my tits?”  Angie turned around, and squeezed her breasts together. “Have you ever tried that? Like to see your prick sliding between my tits Honey?  And shooting your spunk on my face?”

“God, woman, you will be the death of me,” I said.  “I can see the headlines now, ‘Man killed in strange fucking ritual’”

Angie laughed, “I know, I am just teasing you.  We have lots of time to try things like that.  Now you turn around, time for me to wash you.”

I turned around, with my back towards her, and leant forward.  The feelings as she soaped and massaged my shoulders and back were blissful.  I hadn’t realised how exhausted I was until I sat there, but my muscles ached, and I could hardly raise my head.  The last day had been pretty exhausting.  I could feel Angie’s breasts pressing into my back as she reached around me and washed my chest.  “Lie back against me, Will”, she said.  Her hands were soft as the warm water and soap combined into lather on my skin.  Then, I felt her hands on my prick, gently washing and massaging it.  “He is so lovely, even when he is small.”  She washed my balls, and said, “now lean forward again, and I will rinse off your back.”

I leant forward, my arms against the end of the bath, my head resting on them.  I felt her hands and the warmth of the sponge on my back, and then her hand was under my butt, one of her fingers pressing against my arse.  “Oh, yours feels sexy too,” she said as she pushed the tip of her finger inside my butt.  “Don’t worry, I am not about to unleash any latent homosexual desires in you at the moment.”

I laughed, and said, “No one has ever felt my butt like that before; well not counting medical examinations.  It did feel sort of sexy, actually.”

“One day I should massage your prostrate from inside then,” Angie said.  “They say that is pretty erotic for a man to feel.”

“We seem to be good at coming up with lists of things to do ‘one day’, Angie,” I said.  “Maybe we need to talk about our future together.  Not that I want to rush you into anything, I mean a lot has happened since yesterday afternoon.  But I think we both know this isn’t just a one off fling, and that we want something really serious to come from this.  Anyway, let me prepare dinner for us, and we can talk about things then.”

We got out of the bath, and dried each other off.  I found some clothes of mine - a pair of track pants and a tee shirt - for Angie to wear, and took our wet beach clothes, towels, and the rather soaked bed sheets to the laundry.  I rummaged through the fridge and pantry, and found some frozen chicken kiev meals for us.  “Put on some music if you want; Wayne has a pretty extensive music collection.”

Soon, dinner was cooking, our clothes were washing, and we sat in the sofa, listening to the music and looking out over the view from Wayne’s apartment.  “When is it you have to move out of here, Will?”  Angie asked.

“By next weekend,” I replied.  “I had a phone call from them the other night, they will be back a week from Monday.  It won’t take me long to move out, all I have to do is grab my clothes, a few personal bits and pieces, and my computer and other stuff from the spare room.  Everything else I have is still in storage.”

“Have you made any plans for where you will go to?” Angie asked.

“Well, I only found out on Thursday that they were coming back,” I replied.  “I guess initially I would move back to my parent’s place, at least until I had time to find somewhere for myself.  I mean, they are nice and all that, but it is a bit restricting living with them, plus it makes for a long commute to and from work each day.”  I went into the kitchen to make sure the food was cooking well.  Probably another five minutes would see the rice ready.  I grabbed some plates and started to set the table.  “Do you want anything to drink with dinner?  I think there is one bottle of wine left.”

“That would be great Will,” Angie replied, walking over to the table where I was.  “You know, you could always move in with me, I mean, only if you want of course.  I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything like that.”

“Well, that would be great - but are you sure you want someone sharing your own place?”  I asked.

“To tell you the truth, Will,” Angie replied, “I get really lonely there.  I mean, I love having my own place, where I can do what I want, when I want, and not have to answer to anyone else, but in the evenings I have nothing to do.  I don’t like watching TV, and I can’t sit outside on the balcony waiting for entertainment every night.  Really, I would love for you to live with me, to share my apartment with me.”

The food was ready, so I served the rice on our plates, and took the chicken out of the oven, placing a piece on each plate.  Then, I opened the wine, and poured two glasses.  “Dinner is served, Madame,” I said, in my best fake French maitre’d accent.

“This looks lovely, Will,” Angie said. “You are a pretty good chef yourself, too.”

We sat and ate in silence for a minute or two; both thinking over what was the obvious solution for us.  I decided to break the silence, and said “Angie, I would love to live with you, and feel honoured that you want me to move into your apartment, to share that with you.  Thank you.”  I reached across the table and squeezed her hand.

“Will, I want to share more than my apartment with you.  You are the kindest, sweetest, nicest man I have met; and ever since I started cutting your hair, I have fantasised about you.”  Angie looked at me, her eyes moist with tears.  “I never thought you would be interested in me, even after you mentioned your wife had left you several years ago.  Last May, when you said your divorce had come through, I felt that there might be a chance.  I was no longer in love with John; maybe I never was, and at night, I would fantasize about you sneaking into my room, carrying me away and ravishing me.  I guess it sounds silly, doesn’t it.  But I have wanted to be with you for a long time, and the last day or two has just confirmed my thoughts.  Please, Will, live with me.” A tear ran down each cheek, leaving a glistening trail on her soft skin.

I don’t think I had ever heard such a heartfelt declaration of love before in my life, I was really touched by Angie’s words, and I felt a few tears at the corners of my eyes.  I stood up, and moved to her side of the table.  Taking her hands, and pulling her up into my arms, I wrapped my arms around her, and looked into her eyes.  “Angie, I don’t know how good a partner I will make for you; I know I have my bad points that you haven’t seen yet.  But I know I want to be with you, and if you will have me, I will love living with you.”  With that, I pulled her to me, and kissed her deeply.

I guess we must have stood there, kissing each other for some time.  The music had finished, our half eaten dinner was now cold, but we were still wrapped in each other’s arms, lips locked together.  Finally, we broke apart, and Angie said, “Wow, I guess that is some commitment to each other.  I have never said anything like that to anyone before.  I mean, with John, we just sort of drifted together over several months, we never spoke about our feelings to each other, we just lived together.”

“Look, I know we are all moving pretty fast on this, and I don’t want either of us to get hurt again,” I said.  “I can’t promise you wondrous eternal love, that we will live happily ever after.  I don’t know if such a thing really exists anymore.  And I am not looking for some ‘until death us do part’ commitment on your part, either.  We still have a lot to learn about each other, so much to get used to.  We may find that we drive each other crazy!”

“I know Will,” Angie said.  “I am a realist, too, and I have been hurt in the past.  Let’s just take it as it comes, and for as long as we love each other, and enjoy living together, lets do so.  I can’t predict the future, nor can I promise you a lifetime of love and devotion, but I know how I feel about us now.”

We kissed again, but this was much shorter.  “Now, should we finish our meal?”  Let me just zap it in the microwave to warm it up.”  I took the plates with our half eaten meal into the kitchen, and put them in the microwave to warm up.  I also transferred our clean clothes from the washer to the drier, and put it on.  When the microwave “dinged”, I took our plates back to the table.

Refilling our wine glasses, I held mine up and said “To our future together”, and Angie clinked hers against mine.

“To us,” she said.

After we had finished the meal, Angie asked, “Well, when do you want to move in, Will?  Your side of the bed is ready for you now, if you want”

“Well, we could move some stuff over tonight” I suggested.  “Perhaps allow Wayne’s mattress to air out properly too!  We could take some stuff back in your car tonight, my clothes and that stuff, and come back tomorrow, give my car a good wash, and get the rest of the stuff I have here.  The apartment will be fine being empty for a week; I can come over every two or three evenings and check things.  Then next weekend, I can get a trailer, and get what I have from storage; I have a decent sofa, a fold out futon sofa bed, a desk and bookcase, my piano, and some other odds and ends.  Enough furniture to finish your apartment.”

“Our apartment, you mean,” Angie said.  “That sounds a great idea.  How much clothing do you have here?  There is plenty of room to hang things in the closet, but we may need to get a dresser or something like that for your other clothes.”

I cleared the table, putting the plates in the dishwasher.  There wasn’t enough to justify turning it on, besides, it was getting a bit late to run it.  We then went into the bedroom, and I retrieved my empty suitcases from the spare room.  It didn’t take long to empty the few shelves I had appropriated in the wardrobe into the cases, and with those, plus the clothes hanging up in the closet, we quickly filled the back seat of Angie’s car.  There were still some dirty clothes in the laundry hamper; I normally did my laundry on Saturday mornings, but of course my schedule had been thrown out of kilter today.

“We can get the rest of the stuff when we come over tomorrow,” I said.  “Plus bring some boxes to get the fresh food from the fridge and pantry, and my computer from the spare room.”

“It’s not far, anyway,” Angie said, “we can also give the whole apartment a good clean.”

I turned out the lights and locked up, and within ten minutes we were pulling into Angie’s garage.  “I will have to see if we can get a second parking place, there are normally several spare from people that don’t need theirs,” she said.  It only took two trips to carry everything up to Angie’s apartment - I still wasn’t comfortable with calling it “our apartment” - and there was room in the closet for my trousers, shirts and suits.  There was even some shelves for me to stack the remainder of my clothes on, but once we had both completed all of our laundry, we would need a an additional dresser or some drawers for my things.  Still that could wait.

As I placed my toiletries on the bathroom vanity unit, Angie called out, “We already have a message from Jenny.  I told you she was keen.”

I went out to the living room, and saw the “1” flashing on the answering machine.  “Lets hear what she has to say,” I said.

Angie pressed the play button, and we heard Jenny’s voice, a bit hesitant at first.  “Hi Angie and Will, this is Jenny.  I hope I have the right number.  Anyway, I just had to call you and tell you things.  Thank you again so much for today; you don’t know how much I enjoyed everything we did together.  I was still so aroused when I got inside; I went straight in the bathroom, and stripped off.  God, Angie, you had made me so wet with what you were doing with my boobs.  My shorts were soaked.  Well, I lay on the mat on the bathroom floor, and closed my eyes, and rubbed my pussy.  Actually, I was imaging that it was Will rubbing it, and as I felt my boobs, it was Angie feeling them.  You two get me so hot.  It didn’t take me long to come, and did you know that I pissed again as I came?  Will, I was imaging that your hand was over my pussy rubbing me as I came and pissed.  Do you like that?  I want to do so much with the two of you.

"Anyway, I had a shower and cleaned up.  Later, just after I had dinner, Sally rang me up.  She said just as well I didn’t go with her to Rachel’s place, Rachel got really drunk again, but this time, as well as pissing her pants, this time she threw up over Ben.  Well, he got really pissed off, and told her off, calling her a drunken slut.  Rachel just sat there, crying, sitting in her piss and spew.  Maybe this time she will learn.

"Ok, that’s all - I just wanted to let you know what I did.  Call me tomorrow sometime; I should be home in the morning, or in the evening.  I will try to call you then perhaps.  Now I am off to bed - I am exhausted - but Will, I am going to think about what you did to me.

"Night, love you guys.”

“I told you she has the hots for you Will,” Angie said, winking.  “How does it feel to be the subject of a randy twenty year old’s fantasies and wet dreams?”

“You will give me a big head that way,” I replied.  “Plus, she has the hots for you too - remember, she said you had her pussy soaking with your fondling her breasts, plus, she fantasized about you rubbing her boobs.  I bet if you asked to go down on here, she would spread her legs wide open for you.  And I bet that if you asked her to go down on you, that sweet twenty year old tongue would be spreading your pussy lips and licking your clit in a second.”

Angie laughed.  “Yup, I know you are right.  We will probably find out soon too.  But now, I gotta go to sleep.”

“Me to - this has been an exhausting day.”

We turned out the lights, and curled up in bed, lying together like spoons.