Loading...The chill October breeze sent a shiver through my body as I closed the front door of my parents’ house who I had been visiting that evening. As I locked the mortice, I heard a sound to my left. I looked round and, in the frame of light created by the open front door of the neighbouring house, I saw, over the dividing fence, my ‘childhood sweetheart’ struggling to manoeuvre a large fridge/freezer over the precipice of the doorstep.
I last saw her at the funeral of her father a month previously. We exchanged a few niceties, but not much more as there were a lot of other guests for her to look after while her husband circulated with trays of sandwiches and petit fours. However, she did plant a hot, and longer-than-necessary kiss on my lips before I departed, awakening memories that had been dormant since we were children.
“Hang on Janey,” I called, “I’ll come round and help you with that.”
“Oh, hi Don,” she replied, “Thanks, I’d appreciate the help.”
Together we managed to ‘walk’ the object over the step. “Where do you want it put?” I asked.
“On the kerbside for collection in the morning by a special uplift.”
“OK then, isn’t your hubby here giving you a hand?”
“He’s away on business, won’t be back until tomorrow evening.”
It wasn’t too difficult moving the fridge/freezer the rest of the way to the kerb.
“Thanks for the help, will you come in for a glass of wine?” Janey asked.
“Well, I have to be getting back to my wife, but I can spare the time for only one glass, bearing in mind that I’m driving,” I replied. “Besides we didn’t have much time at the funeral for more than a few words and we can catch up on each others’ lives since childhood.”
We went inside Janey’s late father’s house and through to the kitchen where I observed a glass of white wine partially consumed. Janey poured a fresh glass for me and topped up her own glass, which she picked up and then led me through to the lounge.
The room was in darkness, so Janey switched on a table lamp which exuded a soft, intimate, light. She sat on the adjacent sofa and beckoned me to sit next to her. Angling herself towards me, Janey commenced the conversation, “So you are married, why isn’t your wife with you when you were at your parents tonight?”
“Good question,” I replied, “I’m afraid that my mother and my wife don’t get on with each other, so I keep them apart and do my parental visits on my own.”
And from there it progressed, with probably each of us, certainly me, omitting the downsides to our lives, until we got to the current date. But I did learn that Janey was readying her late parents’ ground floor flat for letting. Her mother had died when she was still a child, and it was that event that had separated us during childhood. Her father, had sent her to a boarding school as he wasn’t able to maintain his job and care for Janey at the same time. She had just had the kitchen re-furbished, and while the contractors had disposed of the old appliances when installing the new, fitted, appliances, they would not dispose of the fridge/freezer because of the environmentally unfriendly refrigerant (CFC type substance). Hence the fortunate cause of our re-union.
Janey refilled her glass with wine, but I had been sipping slowly because I had to drive later, so refused a top up. Nevertheless, I was feeling the effect of the wine — but, on reflection, it was probably the combined effect of having a prolonged accompaniment with my first love plus that of the wine, for a single glass does not normally affect me.
Janey returned to the sofa, and my eyes followed her from the moment she re-entered the room. Her figure was slim, and her jean clad hips swayed, perhaps exaggeratedly, or maybe it was my perception, and, her small breasts, which I estimated at 34B (anything below 36 I regard as small, but then I prefer small), thrust out against her black sleeveless top. Very nice for someone 25 years older. She sat on the sofa facing me and hooked her right leg on the seat and crossed her left leg over her right ankle, which left her crotch open. Of course it was covered by her jeans, but that did not prevent my eyes from gazing at the view, which was stirring a reaction in my loins that necessitated me to hitch my left ankle onto my right knee in order to hide any visual indication of my predicament.
We continued our conversation which then regressed back to our childhood, and the memories that were briefly awakened at Janey’s father’s funeral began to resurface. That did not help the predicament that I was experiencing in my loins, so I rapidly emptied my wine glass and announced my departure.
“Before you go,” Janey, almost pleadingly, said, “Come upstairs and see where we used to play as children. It may be the last time you see the place before it is emptied of all its junk.”
My memories of that place had now fully revived, and I hoped that Janey’s memories were not as vivid as mine. So I replied hesitantly, “Alright then.”
I know I indicated that the property was a flat, but it is a lower villa flat. The original building was a villa with servant’s quarters, and was divided into two flats. The servant’s quarters were attached to the main villa on the upper level above the kitchen, but are only accessible by a flight of stairs from the kitchen. The upper level living quarters terminated at the kitchen boundary.
Janey preceded me up the steep stairway, carrying her glass of wine, and turned on the lights of a short landing, off of which were two reasonably sized bedrooms and a very compact bathroom, the tub barely large enough for one to sit in, a toilet bowl, and a miniscule wash-hand basin in the corner opposite the toilet and behind the door. She went into the largest of the two bedrooms, the one in which we played, and turned on the lights. It was much as I remembered it as a child. An iron bedstead in the far corner, still with its horse-hair mattress. The cupboard was still stacked full and the same packed boxes seemed to line the back wall.
The memories of what we did up here came flooding back to me, and just as I was hoping that Janey wasn’t going to bring hers out into the open, she took a sip of her wine and said, “Remember what we used to do up here?”
‘Of course I remember but I was hoping you’d forget’ I thought to myself as I wished I had a glass of wine in my hand so I could take a gulp while I thought up a suitable answer. All I could do was, stifling a stammer, reply, “Yes, I remember quite clearly.”
“Oh good,” Janey said, moving against me so that our bodies were in contact.
My heart was now pounding, most likely in fear but more probably in anticipation. The earlier stirring in my loins was now most uncomfortable pressing against my jeans, and I slowly edged my blind-side hand into my pocket to turn it upwards.
Janey placed an arm about my waist and then faced me while placing her other arm about my waist to link them up. ‘For God’s sake don’t pull me towards you,’ my mind screamed, fully conscious of the erection that was forming down below. Thankfully she leaned backwards, and suggested, “Let’s do it again for old time’s sake.”
Just what I was dreading, or was I? I know what we did up here and I knew then that I would love to have relived it, but was Janey thinking the same thing that I was thinking?
“What exactly do you mean?” I enquired.
“We did ‘you show me yours and I’ll show you mine’, so let’s do it again. As I recall, we both ended up naked.”
“Are you sure it’s not the wine talking?” I asked her. I knew Janey had had some wine before I appeared that night, but not that much judging by the quantity left in the bottle when she poured my glass. I estimated Janey had two glasses in total all evening, and that is not enough to cause anybody to lose inhibitions. I had a feeling that there was something else contributing to her demeanour.
“Not entirely.” She responded, “I’ll tell you after what else.” and she detached herself from me.
Janey then unbuttoned her jeans and after unzipping the fly, lowered them and stepped out of them, removing her socks at the same time. She gripped the hem of her top and pulled it up and over her head, tossing it aside.
Standing only in her bra and panties, she said, “Now you.”
Seeing her beautifully firm, all but naked, body had completed my erection into a now raging hard-on. I wanted to see Janey naked again, as I had seen her on that first occasion 25 years ago, and it was obvious that, not only did Janey want me to see her naked, she wanted to see me naked also.
My dick now having taken over control, and my mind oblivious to anything else, I unbuckled my belt and unzipped. Prising off my shoes (why waste time untying laces) I quickly removed my jeans and socks. Then I removed my top (my jacket was already off and downstairs), leaving me wearing only my briefs.
“You don’t appear to have changed much,” Janey said as she looked at my pants.
I followed her gaze and saw that due my rampant erection, the tip of my dick was poking above the band of my briefs. So I provoked her, “Well, are you going to go all the way?”
Janey answered by unhooking her bra and shrugging it off her shoulders and as she reached down to lower her panties, I lowered mine. Standing naked before each other, I feasted my eyes by admiring her perfectly formed breasts (the last time I saw them before she went to boarding school, they were only beginning to form, with her nipples becoming puffy). There was no sag at all, and her nipples stood out proud from light brown aereolae. I lowered my eyes, taking in the firm stomach, and then the wholly natural bush, matching her auburn head hair exactly. Janey was magnificent, her legs had shaped up nicely and the sight of her naked body was a pleasure to behold. She had certainly kept her body in trim, as I had mine with my love of ski-ing and the associated out-season exercises.
Janey had obviously been eyeing me in the same way in the silent interlude for she broke the silence by saying, “You haven’t changed one bit, that monster of yours is as hard as, if not harder than, the first time we were naked together. Do you remember?”
“Oh yes, I remember, but 25 years ago I was able to see your slit which is what sent my dick to its hardness then. Now there is a mass of pubic hair hiding your slit so the tribute my dick is paying is entirely due to the beauty of your breasts, and the anticipation of what lies hidden beneath that lovely forest.”
“Well, I was only 9 years old at the time and my hair hadn’t grown down there,” Janey said, and paused for a moment to look down and as if she had come to a momentous decision, she said, “Follow me,” and went downstairs.
I followed her to the bathroom where she took out her dad’s shaving kit from the cabinet. “We can sort this out here and now,” Janey said, “You’re a man and you shave, so shave my pussy.”
I was dumbfounded, “I don’t know how to shave a pussy. Christ, I often cut myself shaving, I don’t want to cut your pussy. Besides, how are you going to explain a bald pussy to hubby?”
“That’s the easy part. Tomorrow night when hubby gets home, I say to him that I have a surprise for him, and then I strip all my clothes off. He’ll see my bare pussy and jump me there and then. First let’s do the difficult part, get rid of this hair.”
“Be warned then that your pussy is likely to sting at the end of this. Even I sting after shaving, that’s why men use after-shave — it closes the pores, and after its initial stinging, it numbs the shaved area for a while. I wouldn’t recommend after-shave on your pussy, the flesh there is so tender, and if some should get into your slit, well….. I’ve no idea what that would do. Anyway, to shave your pussy hair as it is would more than likely rip it out for it is too long for a razor. We should cut it first.”
Janey went back to the cabinet and produced a pair of hair scissors, “Let’s get started.”
So we eventually managed to shave her pussy absolutely bare, even around her lips, and there was not one nick. That gave me the first close up of her pussy in over 20 years. Janey’s perfume was as intoxicating as ever, remembering our first crude efforts of gathering her scent when she first ran her finger between her pussy lips and presented it to my nose, and she then allowed me to do the same. Her pussy now was wetter and slicker, and had nothing at all to do with the wine.
After the operation, Janey said, “You were right, it does sting, but I must see how it looks.”
She stood before the full-length mirror and admired our handiwork. “It’s beautiful. It’s turning me on all the more just looking at it.”
Then she looked at my reflection in the mirror, “It seems to have turned you on more too, your cock looks a lot larger than earlier.”
I looked down, it did appear more swollen, and it definitely felt more swollen. “You could be right,” I responded, “But let’s calm your stinging. Do you have any cold cream in the house?”
Janey again went to the cabinet and produced a jar of cold cream. I said she should rub that into the shaved area, which she did in front of me, giving me magnificent views of her beautiful pussy. “That feels nice, it’s soothing my pussy already. Let’s go back to the lounge for a while.
We adjourned to the lounge and Janey bade me turn on the coal-effect gas fire while she turned off the lights. I noticed the clock on the mantelpiece, it read 9:40, plenty time. She came over and knelt before the fire, the light from the flames flickering over her naked body, accentuating her breasts with their proud nipples and the roundness of her buttocks as they sat on her heels. She pulled me down next to her, held me tight and placed her parted lips on mine and we entered into a passionate kiss. Her tongue invaded my mouth, seeking my tongue, which responded eagerly. As we kissed, Janey leaned sideways and pulled me with her, straightening her legs as we went over. I straightened mine also, and Janey pressed her body tightly against mine. I felt her warm breasts against my chest, the hard nipples denting my flesh, and my engorged dick was tight against her mons.
Janey broke off the kiss, saying, “We haven’t done that before, or rather, we haven’t kissed like that before. It was just I imagined it would be. I used to dream of doing that while I was at boarding school once I had reached puberty. I imagined that my pussy would be pouring juices, and it is. Look!”
Janey moved apart from me so I could look at her pussy, and, sure enough, her upper thigh was glistening with pussy juice, the trail of which started at her slit and had run over her thigh onto the fireside rug beneath us, where there was a quantity of white cream.
As Janey moved back into position, she whispered, “And now I want to do something else we haven’t done before.”
My heart jumped. I felt her breasts press against my chest once more, but I felt her hand take hold of my dick and pull it towards her and down. After a bit of wriggling, Janey seemed to be comfortable and she moved her pelvis closer to me. As she did so, she manoeuvred my dick until I felt its tip slide against something hot and wet. She continued to move closer to me and at the same time she gently pushed my dick towards me. The warmth against the tip of my dick was spreading — Janey was inserting my dick into her cunt. The whole bell end was now inside and it felt like it was entering a volcano that was full of molten lava. It was exquisite. With another movement, Janey brought her pelvis hard against mine, and my dick slid in further, the hot, wet, walls of her vagina engulfing it. The most marvellous feeling ever.
“I want it fully inside me,” Janey whispered, “I’m going to roll onto my back, so roll with me — I don’t want that hot rod to leave my cunt until we have come.”
We completed the manoeuvre successfully, but there were a couple of moments when my dick felt as if it would slide out. Pushing it back in again, though, heightened both our pleasures. Once in position, I pushed my dick in up to the hilt and paused to savour the feeling of it being engulfed in that cauldron of hot passion juice.
Janey must have been feeling something similar, for she was tightening her vaginal muscles and gripping my dick tightly, threatening to cause it to erupt with a strong flow of semen.
Janey released her grip on my shaft and whispered, “Let’s fuck.”
I began sliding out and back into Janey, slowly at first, and gradually building up the speed. Each stroke brought me closer to the precipice of orgasm, and I knew that I could not last much longer. As I pumped harder and faster, Janey’s breaths became shorter. In between breaths, she gasped out, “Oh yes, keep on going, I can feel my orgasm building up, harder, faster.”
“Janey,” I pleaded, “If I don’t stop to allow my sensations to subside, I’m going to shoot my load in the next two or three strokes.”
“Keep going, I’m getting close, fill me with your spunk, I love your hot cock charging up and down my cunt, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
I managed another four strokes, and on the next upstroke, I shot my load. It was a lot, I could feel that much.
“Oh my God,” Janey screamed, “You’ve come. I felt it hit my cervix.”
My next stroke fired another large load.
“Hell’s bells, another shot, keep it coming, fill me up. I’m almost there.”
Another four strokes produced more semen, the quantity diminishing, but just before I was dried out, Janey tensed beneath me and she grabbed my shoulders, pulling me fully on top of her and clenching me tight against her body. Now bearing my whole weight on her, Janey seemed to go rigid beneath me. Her vaginal muscles gripped my dick hard and she seemed to stay like that for ages, but in fact could only have been a second in time. I then felt a tremor in her legs, slight at first, but building up, and, suddenly her vagina squeezed my dick even harder and just as suddenly released as a convulsion wracked her body, eliciting a loud “A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-h”.
Janey’s body shuddered several times as the orgasm ripped through her, and all that time she clasped me close. When her orgasm subsided, I rolled off of Janey and we lay next to each other, recovering. After a few minutes, Janey said, “That was the best fuck that I have ever had. I wonder how I look.”
“It was the best for me too,” I responded, and I sat up to look at the length of her body. A smile of total satisfaction adorned her face, her breasts were flattened on her chest, but her nipples stood proud, and her pussy; well, that was absolutely soaking with our combined juices, and there was an extensive wet patch on the fireside rug beneath her bum. “Your pussy is dripping,” I informed her.
“I must see,” Janey said as she stood up. When she did so, white goo flowed from between her pussy lips and down the insides of her thighs. She felt it and looked down, “Oh my God, I’m leaking.”
She placed a hand between her legs and scooped the goo from her pussy, which filled her hand. Janey examined the goo, sniffed it, and then licked it.
“First time I’ve done that,” she said, “Tastes not bad either.”
And she then placed her whole hand over her mouth and licked the rest of our combined juices off, swallowing the lot. “You’d better fetch me a towel from the bathroom, I can’t walk about the house dripping everywhere.”
When I returned with the towel, I noticed the mantelpiece clock — it still read 9:40. A sudden panic hit me.
“Holy shit, that clock has stopped!” “Of course,” replied Janey, “It hasn’t been wound up since my father died. If you want to know, the time is 10 to 11.”
“Christ, my wife’ll be going ballistic, I’ll have to get going.”
Janey moved up to me and place her arms about my neck, “Do you have to? Why not spend the night here, with me? I want to fuck again, only this time more slowly. I want to suck your dick, I want you to lick my cunt, I want you to squeeze my tits and suck my nipples.”
My dick stirred, the invitation was so hard to refuse, “But what do I tell my wife?” I asked.
“Phone her and say that you went to the pub with your dad and you drank more than you should have and are spending the night at your parents rather than risk driving home.”
What a great idea, so I collected my mobile phone from my jacket and called home. I told my wife that I would be back home by seven in the morning, in good time for me to have a shower and change, and then get her to work. She swallowed it hook, line, and, sinker.
While I had been on the phone, Janey had cleaned up her pussy with the towel I had brought.
“Now that’s out of the way, there’s no reason why you can’t have another glass of wine.” Janey said, picking up my glass and heading towards the kitchen. I followed.
Janey filled my glass, and then exclaimed that her glass was still upstairs. “Bring your glass, we’ll nip upstairs and get mine.”
It was a treat to watch Janey’s peachy backside as she climbed the stairs in front of me. We went back to the bedroom, where Janey’s glass was resting on a spare corner of an occasional table. She took a sip and turned to face me.
“Remember what else we did while we were up here?” Janey asked.
I stifled a cough, I had a good idea what she was referring to.
“Do you mean us watching each other pee?” I ventured.
“Yes. Remember that very first time that I saw you pee, and I wanted to pee while standing too?”
“How could I forget, you stood in that small tub but couldn’t part your legs enough and your pee sprayed everywhere, mostly down your legs,” I laughed.
“Yes, but I enjoyed it.” Janey laughed in return.
“Well, I need to pee,” Janey announced.
“Shall we adjourn to the servants’ bathroom?” I enquired.
“No, I’ll just do it here,” Janey replied as she parted her legs and cut loose with a strong jet of pee that sprayed the threadbare carpet and sent splashes in all directions. It was magnificent sight, for, without any obstructing hair, her pee left her slit in a broad blade that narrowed to a point where the stream twisted and turned until it hit the carpet where it formed an expanding puddle for the carpet was too thin to absorb all that pee.
“Everything up here is being sent to the dump, in case you’re wondering,” Janey told me.
It is probably my favourite fetish, watching a girl pee, especially in such an uninhibited manner, and the effect on me was instantaneous for my cock was fully erect again. That reaction was probably compounded by the fact that I could hear the ‘hiss’ above the sound of her piss spattering on the floor.
Janey bade me to pee with her, but I couldn’t due to my erection. “I can’t at the moment,” I replied, as I grasped my dick in my hand and started pumping it, “I’ll need to do something about this first.”
Janey’s pee continued unabated, it certainly was a long one. “Hell, Janey, when did you last pee?”
“Just before I left my house to come here,” she replied, “But I’m running out now.”
I watched, still pumping my dick, as Janey’s stream weakened, and subsided to a trickle before even that ceased leaving a few drips.
“That was just gorgeous.” Janey looked down at her work. The puddle had spread about her feet and was still spreading as the carpet gradually absorbed it. “It was such a turn-on having you watch me, especially when your cock reacted in the way that it did. Now let me take over from you.”
Janey came over and knelt before me. Taking my hard cock in her hand, she gently slid up and down, squeezing on the up-stroke to exude pre-cum from the tip. When the quantity of pre-cum increased, she placed the bell end in her mouth and licked around the head, collecting the pre-cum while all the time still pumping and squeezing. The sensations I was feeing were fantastic and I could feel my orgasm build up inside me. I warned Janey, but she just carried on. I felt the contraction inside that heralded a surge of spunk along my shaft and explode from the tip, and managed to shout “Now” as it happened.
Janey took the load in her mouth without flinching and swallowed it. Then the second shot, and a third, and still Janey’s lips were clamped around my cock. I was spent, and my cock rapidly went limp. Janey removed it from her mouth, and spat out the contents of her mouth into her cupped hand. She hadn’t swallowed it all. What she did next amazed me.
Janey gathered some of my cum with the fingers of her free hand coated a nipple with it, then she cupped the other hand over her other tit and covered that, then she proceeded to rub my cum into her tits.
Then she looked up to me. “Are you able to pee now?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Then do it, I want to watch closely.”
I didn’t argue. I started to pee, knowing full well that she was likely to get hit by the stream when it reached full force.
I tried to keep the force low so that Janey wouldn’t get hit, but she amazed me again. She took my dick in her hands and directed the stream at her body.
“Can’t you pee any harder?”
“You asked for it.” I responded, and I let my pee flow full force.
Janey directed the stream at one tit and used her free hand to rub it, and repeated the process with her other tit. Then she directed the stream down to her pussy, and washed that. Before I finished, she sprayed her tummy and did her tits again.
I had hardly finished peeing when Janey lay on her back on the hard floor and spread her legs while raising her knees, totally exposing her wide open cunt to me.
“Now come here and lick out my cunt, I need to come badly”
Without hesitation, I dived between Janey’s spread thighs. Although I had shaved her not so long ago, I had not taken the opportunity to closely examine her cunt, so I made the most of my time now. With my face now only inches away from her open vulva, I used my thumbs to prise her lips farther apart. In between was a lush redness of highly aroused cunt. Separating her lips as far as the top of her slit, I was able to see her engorged clit in all its glory. I couldn’t resist running my tongue over it, which caused Janey to contract and emit a low moan of pleasure. I then moved downwards, parting her pussy lips further, her inner ones being very swollen the further down I went. Then I located her pee hole, which I poked with the tip of my tongue, eliciting another moan of pleasure. I made a mental note to be there when she peed. Just below that was Janey’s vaginal entrance. Considering it had just been fucked, it didn’t appear distended. Cream was oozing out to make its way towards her anus.
I just had to lick that cream direct from its source, so I gingerly touched just below her vagina with the tip of my tongue and slowly licked upwards gathering Janey’s cream and sucking it into my mouth. It was delicious. Janey writhed in pleasure as I did so. I continued my upward lick until my tongue reached her clitoris, causing Janey to writhe even more intensely. As my tongue moved up, I inserted two fingers into her vagina and slowly slid them in and out.
On my tongue reaching Janey’s clitoris, I slowly licked around and over it, each stroke eliciting a deep gasp from her. I gradually accelerated my licking and at the same time moved my two fingers more rapidly in and out of her honey pot. When Janey’s gasps were more or less continuous, I inserted a third finger into her vagina. This had a dramatic effect for she started bucking and I had great difficulty keeping my tongue on her clitoris. So I slowed down my finger manipulations and actually used them to hold her cunt steady from the inside while I used my tongue to massage her clit hard.
“Oh my God, I’m coming!” Janey cried, and her whole body went rigid for a second or two before relaxing and then juddering as she came with three of my fingers still in her cunt. When Janey’s climax subsided, I removed my fingers from her vagina and allowed a flood of her cream to be expelled. Not wanting to waste this, I scooped it up with my fingers, allowing the cream to accumulate in the palm of my hand, and, being as selfish as I am, I licked some up before presenting my hand to Janey, who eagerly licked up what was left and swallowed.
We lay, hugging each other, and savoured the moment. Two naked bodies, pressed tightly together, each anointed with the other’s bodily fluids. Janey’s warm breasts compressed against my chest and my now flaccid penis being squeezed against her hot, wet, mons. Hands clenching the other’s buttocks. I released one of my hands and slowly traced it up her spine, relishing the warm, smooth, skin, to the nape of her neck where I lightly stroked it with the tips of my fingers. Then I gradually traced back down her spine and caressed Janey’s luscious bum.
After a couple more of those, Janey responded by doing the same to me, synchronising her actions with mine. It was turning me on, for my cock was becoming engorged again and pressed harder against her vulva. I knew it was turning Janey on too, for I felt her hot juices on my dick.
“C’mon,” Janey said as she broke our clinch, “Let’s take our wine downstairs and share a shower before bed.”
We washed each other in the shower, enjoying the odd tight clinch of thoroughly soaped bodies while we kissed each other deeply. We avoided penetration or mutual masturbation in order that we made more of being in bed together than actual sleep, although the odd ‘accidental brush’ against the other’s genital area did occur. More so when we dried each other and I could not resist jesting that I could not dry between Janey’s legs, and kept drying her vulva with the towel and then testing with my finger for dryness, which of course it wasn’t due to the constant flow of her juices.
We adjourned to the lounge, still naked, where we talked over old times, and drained our wine glasses. Janey went through to the kitchen and returned with the remains of the bottle of wine, and a pitcher of water (she was obviously planning something). She split the wine equally between us, and when we had consumed that, she topped up our glasses with the water.
We sat facing each other at opposite ends of the sofa, Janey with one leg bent against the backrest, and the other leg bent over the edge, so that her cunt was wide open for me to look at. I was in the diametrically opposed position giving Janey the view she desired of my erect dick and swollen balls. Although it was very hard, we avoided touching ourselves.
Once the pitcher of water was finished, Janey left the room for a minute and returned with two bundles of material. Throwing one bundle down before me, she said, “Put these on.”
I unfolded it and looked, it was a pair of pyjamas.
“What do I need these for?” I asked.
“I want us to wear nightclothes,” Janey answered as she unfolded a burgundy satin nightdress. “They were my father’s.”
“Alright then,” I didn’t argue, she definitely was planning something.
So I donned the pyjamas, and Janey raised her nightdress above her head, slid it over her arms and head, and allowed it to cascade over her body. It was one of the sexiest nightdresses I have ever seen — it was a tabard reaching down to Janey’s feet. The front was low-cut down to the bottom of her breasts, and the sides were held together by two loose ties, one positioned at the line of the base of the breasts, and the second just above Janey’s hip bone. From the second ties, the front and rear panels tapered inwards slightly to give an ample view of Janey’s hips and legs, and making it obvious that nothing was worn underneath.
“Now, don’t tell me that nightdress was your mother’s”, I admonished.
“No, it is mine. I got it after I left school and wore it while I was away at university. It got left here when I moved out to share a flat with some other girls after graduating.”
“Let’s go to bed.” Janey said as she led the way to her ‘old’ bedroom, i.e. the one she used when she lived there with her parents.
Janey demurely got into the far side of the bed, and, pulling down the covers for me, bade me get in my side. She immediately rolled on top of me, pulling the covers over us both and proceeded to smother my face with kisses while wriggling her body on mine. It was quite frenzied until Janey found a position that she was comfortable with and her kissing eased and became lingering. I could feel her mons pressing against the tip of my erect dick, and her breasts against my chest. I was becoming very hot with these pyjamas on.
Janey’s kisses slowed down completely, becoming more sensual, with her tongue invading my mouth, so I responded in like. The kisses lasted longer, and I became hotter. Then I felt a sudden hot flush over my genitals that spread between my legs, over my hips, and up towards my stomach.
“Holy shit, Janey, you’re pissing.” I exclaimed.
Janey giggled naughtily, “Aren’t I naughty? What does it feel like?”
“Gorgeous”
“Then get ready, I’m going to let it all go full force.”
And she did. I could feel my whole lower torso becoming soaked. The bed beneath me was getting soaked, even down to my feet. And the hiss was quite audible beneath all the bed covers.
“A-a-a-a-a-a-a-h, that was so good,” Janey said as she finished her pee, “Now your side of the bed is wet, so roll with me onto my side where it is dry.”
So we rolled over to Janey’s side, and I was now on top.
“You must be needing a pee,” Janey said, “So do it.”
“Not that easy,” I replied, ” I’ve got a hard-on.”
“Can’t you pee with a hard-on?”
“I can, but it only goes upwards.”
“Well do it anyway, I want your hot piss soaking me.”
How could I refuse, “I’ll have to bear some of my weight for the pressure of my cock against your pussy will compress my tube and prevent the flow.”
“Ok then, I’ll part my legs and you can place your knees in between them on the mattress and support yourself that way, but I want to feel your hard cock against my pussy all the time.”
That seemed to work and the pressure on my dick eased, so I released my piss. Although the pyjama bottoms were wet from Janey’s pee, I could feel my hot piss spreading upwards to the waistline of the pyjamas. The pee must have spread up Janey’s stomach for I could feel the wet warmth spreading above the waist.
“Ooh, that’s nice,” Janey exclaimed, “It’s warming my tummy up. Will you be able to reach my tits?”
“Not in this position,” I replied, “I’d need to move further up your body.”
“Then do so,” Janey pleaded, “I want my tits soaked.”
So I broke off my piss and we manoeuvred to get into the new position. The only way I could achieve the position was to kneel astride Janey’s chest. The bed covers came off and we could see the extent of the soaking so far, Janey’s nightdress was soaked from her stomach all the way down her thorax. There was a broad wet path down the middle of her nightdress from the larger wet area to the hem, so a lot of Janey’s pee must have run down the inside of her nightdress to cascade out and soak the bed by our feet.
By the time we had gotten into the new position, I was practically sitting on Janey’s tits. I had to support myself with my arms otherwise I would have smothered Janey with my chest. I resumed peeing, but my pee did not reach Janey’s tits, instead, it was captured by the pyjamas and just ran out through the crotch. So Janey used her hands and pulled my pissing dick through the fly and aimed the stream at her tits. That had the desired effect. I could look down and see the material of her nightdress darken, the wet material clinging to her breasts, moulding itself around her erect nipples. Janey moved the stream over one breast, then the other, and repeated the process until my bladder was empty.
“Now let’s fuck in these wet clothes,” Janey commanded.
As I moved back down her body, Janey pulled the skirt of her nightdress up to expose her pussy. Once in position, I inserted my eager dick into her welcoming cunt through the fly of my pyjamas. The fuck was frantic, whether it was the wet clothes, or our fierce lust for each other, I don’t know, but it didn’t last long. It wasn’t long before I shot my load into Janey, and that triggered her climax. We didn’t linger in each other’s arms afterwards either.
Without hesitation, we both got out of bed and examined the damage. The bed was soaked and not sleepable in. We looked at ourselves In the wall mirror, admiring our handiwork. I was soaked from the stomach downwards and so was Janey. Janey’s tits were also soaked from her ministrations, but there was an incongruous mostly dry band between her breasts and her stomach.
Janey took off her night dress and left it bundled on the floor. “Get your wet pyjamas off, we’ll sleep in my folks’ bed.”
So I remove the wet pyjamas and, hand in hand, we went through to Janey’s parents’ room and snuggled up in bed, falling asleep almost immediately.
I was rudely awakened by the alarm clock which was on my side of the bed. Janey half slid over me to reach it and turn it off, her breasts dangling temptingly before my eyes. I averted my eyes to look at the alarm clock, it read 5:30.
“You set the alarm?” I asked.
“I only wanted to make sure you got home in good time.”
“But isn’t 5:30 overkill?”
“No, because it gives us plenty of time…..”
Still lying across me, Janey’s hand reached down and grasped my early morning hard-on.
“For this,” she continued, “I’m glad that men invariably wake up with an erection, and I don’t want to waste this one.”
Janey raised herself onto her knees, pushing the bed covers behind her as she did so. She then swung one leg over my torso so that she was kneeling astride me with her pussy above my dick. Taking my dick into her hand, she pointed it upwards as she slowly lowered her pussy towards it. On first contact, Janey ran the tip along her slit, coating it with her juices, and then positioning it at the vagina, she slowly impaled herself upon it.
I gasped as I felt my cock slide inside the warm, wet, passage; being consumed by that fuck hungry cunt. When my cock was fully inside her, Janey paused to savour the feeling, tightening her vaginal muscles, and squeezing my shaft. Then she started raising and lowering her hips, slowly and steadily. I reached up with my hands and fondled her breasts, running my thumbs over her hard nipples.
“Oh yes, keep on doing that,” Janey pleaded.
It was a slow, measured, fuck, not as frantic as the previous night, but calculated to give, and receive, maximum pleasure. When Janey came, she arched her back backwards, supporting herself on her extended arms, and tensed before she shuddered with the release. Her vagina tightened around my dick which triggered my climax and I exploded inside her, filling her with several shots of cum.
Once her orgasm had subsided, Janey raised herself fully onto her knees, allowing my softening dick to flop out onto my pubes.
“That was absolutely gorgeous, and now for my morning piss,” Janey declared as she released a strong stream of golden urine that arced onto my stomach and chest.
The hot fluid spread over me, spilling onto the bed to be absorbed by the linen and mattress.
“My dick could do with a wash,” I jokingly said.
Janey leaned forward and her stream splattered onto my flaccid cock, washing off her juices and bubbling within my pubic hair. The hot flow spread down between my legs and tickled my anus as it made its way to the mattress beneath.
As her pee was finishing, Janey raised herself up onto her knees again and looked disappointedly at her diminishing stream until even that turned into drips. At that point she climbed off me, still dripping, and lay on her back on her side of the bed.
“Now you have your morning piss,” Janey instructed, “Kneel astride my body and piss all over me.”
So I knelt astride Janey’s thighs and, holding my dick in my hand, released my pent up piss. I aimed first of all at her breasts, drenching one and then the other, making sure her nipples got a good dousing. Then I directed my stream down her stomach, showering her shaved pubes, and aimed directly at her pretty much closed slit. Moving the stream up and down her slit, I concentrated on the point where her clitoris was hidden, and, judging by Janey’s reaction, I must have hit the right spot.
And it was there that I finished my pee. We then shared a shower together, washing and drying each other as we did the previous night, relishing every second. By the time we had finished, I was becoming quite hard, and Janey’s pussy was quite juicy. But I had to be getting home so we reluctantly dressed.
Before leaving, we stripped both the beds and put the linen in the automatic washing machine, leaving that to wash and tumble dry. We took the mattresses off the beds and lent them against walls to dry out and air. Seeing the mess that we had made, it’s probably just as well all that stuff was destined to be tipped.
Janey went out first and scanned my parents’ house for signs of life ( I didn’t want them to see me for that would have led to a barrage of questions), and on receiving the all-clear, I dashed along the street to where I had parked the car, leaving Janey to lock up. She joined me a few seconds later. I dropped Janey off near her home on my way (she didn’t want to be seen by neighbours getting taken home in the early morning by a strange man). On the way, we arranged to continue our liaison the same day the following week, only this time I would not be visiting my parents, although that is what I would be telling my wife.