Lady’s Lager

[miniskirtpisser 411]

Hey all,

This is a fantasy of mine that I wish I can do in real life. Hope you enjoy it. 

The story contains indoor pissing, pissing into container, & consensual piss drinking.

On to the story:

 

 

“Miss, can I get your Signature Lady’s Lager please?,” a patron called me up from across the room. He was a kind and dapper elderly gentleman who often frequented my bar. He was seated alone on a sofa. “Certainly, Sir!,” I answered. I quickly grabbed a clean glass tankard and filled it up with our house lager, being careful not to get too much foam in the tankard. Once done, I brought the lager to the patron along with a small bowl of salty peanuts. I placed the small bowl in front of the customer and lifted the tankard to my mouth. I quickly gulped the lager, letting some of it dripped on the side of my mouth. The liquid traveled through my long neck, the top of my well-endowed breasts, and finally entered my cleavage. They were exposed as I was wearing a sexy German beer maid outfit. After I finished the drink, I placed the empty tankard on the customer’s table. “I will be back in a moment, Sir,” I told him. I went back behind the bar and took orders from other customers. 

 

After 20 minutes or so, I walked back to the customer who ordered the lager. “Shall I help you pour it out, Sir?,” I asked. “That is not required, I want to serve myself,” he answered with a subtle smile. “Very well, Sir,” I replied. I stood facing him and gracefully lifted my left foot. I placed my heel on the sofa next to his right thigh, grazing his thigh softly in the process. I pulled up the front part of my short skirt and effectively displayed my red cotton thongs to him. My thongs are the same color as my outfit and it is adorned with a small gold bow on its top seam. 

 

His hands went to the knots tied on the side of my hips. He untied both of them and grabbed the garment. He brought it to his nose and savored the aroma whilst admiring the view. My puffy lady lips were fully bare in front of his face. They only separated slightly showing hints of the dark pinkish folds inside. He picked up his empty tankard with his left hand and lifted it close to my private area. His right index and middle fingers softly glided on my smooth, hairless opening. They gingerly caressed and gradually parted my labia. “He’s hoping for a thin stream,” I thought to myself. “Please proceed, Miss,” he gently ordered. I urged my bladder to release its golden nectar. Slowly but surely, golden droplets started to fill the tankard. Before long, they gained some power and turned into a pencil-sized stream. The loud hissing sound was partially covered by the hustle and bustle of the bar. 

 

After filling up about three quarters of the tankard, I was spent. My stream slowly subsided and it finally ended as infrequent droplets. The gentleman placed the tankard on the table. I was about to move my foot back down from the sofa as my service was done but he stopped me. “Allow me, Miss,” he said as he fished into his jacket pocket. He produced a white, cotton handkerchief and dabbed it on my intimate lips. My yellowish liquid lightly stained his handkerchief but he did not seem to care at the slightest. He pushed it slightly in between my folds and dragged it from front to back. He then slid his index finger on my nether region to ensure its dryness. Satisfied with his work, he refolded his handkerchief to cover the damp part.  He slipped his handkerchief, along with my slightly damp panties into his breast pocket. 

 

“Thank you, Miss,” he said as I finally put down my left foot from the sofa. “You are most welcome, Sir. Please enjoy your Lady’s Lager,” I smiled as I lightly smooth the front of my mini skirt. I went back behind the bar to attend to other customers’ orders. From the corner of my eyes, I saw that the gentleman slowly sipped on his beverage, enjoying every drop.