Doug and Nicky lay back on the scruffy sofa, both in their post-coital glow. This had been a most surprising afternoon. They had first met earlier that day over Doug's memorabilia and bric-a-brac stall as Nicky, a Community Police Officer, strolled around her new patch. It had been a chance meeting which developed into a wonderfully erotic encounter thanks, in part, to a bottle of home-made elderberry wine.
They surveyed each other's naked bodies whilst replaying the earlier events in their mind, trying to come to terms with the reality of what had happened, and get a handle on what would happen in the next few minutes.
It was Nicky who spoke first, announcing with a giggle,
"That wine was powerful stuff! It went straight to my head, and now it's gone somewhere else. I really need a pee. Have you got a toilet in here?"
They were in Doug's lock-up, a large out-building in a lane at the rear of his flat in the centre of town. Although there was an old sofa in there, and a small table, it was basically a storage shed for all Doug's collectibles.
"Sorry, I don't," he replied. "I always go to the flat. Well, not quite always. I do have an old chamber pot that I use occasionally if I'm busy working and I can't be bothered walking over there."
Nicky weighed up the situation. They were both pretty tipsy from the bottle of 'rocket fuel' elderberry wine she had bought earlier. They had drunk it in the course of only half an hour or so, accompanied by two or three slices of a rather yummy Victoria sponge. She wasn't a shy woman. Police Officers are rarely shy people! Additionally they had earlier watched a young woman pee in front of them; well, in the lane outside anyway. Of course the girl hadn't realised she was being watched, except by her rather drunken boyfriend. In any case, Nicky and Doug were both realistic people in their mid to late 30's, so having a pee in front of him wouldn't really be a big deal.
In spite of her fabulous climax only a few minutes ago, she was still feeling horny and wanted her fun afternoon to continue. The surroundings however, were not ideal, the only comfortable option being the old sofa on which they were both reclining. On balance therefore, whilst a rather exhibitionist pee might lead to further fun, she would prefer a change of location.
"I think I'd prefer to go to the proper toilet," she announced, "That is if you don't mind me inviting myself into your flat?"
"No, that's absolutely fine," Doug replied, realising the obvious possibilities, but immediately wondering what state he had left the place in. He was normally a clean, tidy guy, but it had been an early start that morning, so he was pretty sure he hadn't made the bed or washed the breakfast dishes.
"I don't suppose we can walk around like this?" smiled Nicky, rising to her feet and looking down at her naked body.
"Hmm. Probably not," grinned Doug, also getting up from the sofa. He took the opportunity to drink in the view of Nicky's naked form, her pale firm boobs, dark nipples, muscular legs, taut bum and smooth hairless pussy, "although it would give the neighbours something to talk about!"
The couple kissed one another and stood for a short time gently pressed together in their embrace. It was surprising how comfortable they felt with one another, given that they had met for the first time only hours ago.
Breaking away from their cuddle, they walked across the rather dusty vinyl in search of their clothes. Nicky's uniform was in a neat pile on the floor next to a wooden chest close to a large window, the scene of their earlier voyeuristic activity. Doug's jeans and boxers were nearby. He looked around for his shirt and soon located it lying on the floor under the sofa, where it had obviously been scuffed during their sexy encounter.
They began to get dressed, both noticing the chill from their underwear as they slipped their still damp pants on. They both produced plenty of natural lubricant when they were turned on, and the wet patches were a reminder of how much they had been enjoying themselves.
Doug could hardly take his eyes of Nicky as she picked up each item of clothing, turned it around so it was neither inside out nor back to front, and put it on. This was the reverse of his fantasy, turning a naked woman into a Police Officer rather than the other way round, but was no less sexy for all that.
He realised that he couldn't just stand there and watch her all day, so he picked up his shirt, buttoned it up and then turned in time to see Nicky walk across the room, take her casual jacket from the back of the chair and slip it on over her uniform. His mind flashed back to the moment he failed to recognise her earlier in the afternoon. He wouldn't make that mistake again.
For her part, Nicky had noted Doug's obvious interest in watching her get dressed. She had realised yesterday that he was a rather lonely guy, someone for whom fantasy played quite a role in his life. He had undressed her in an almost ritualistic manner, and had admitted that he was something of a voyeur. It was these factors that had given her the idea to perform a bit of a 'show', the primary reason being simply to give him a thrill. Of course there was a secondary benefit, that being to improve his technique with women by demonstrating how an expert, Nicky herself, went about turning a woman on. Her mind was already working on what she could do next.
Doug opened the large wooden door and they walked out onto the lane, Nicky remembering to pick up her carrier bag, now rather lighter minus one of the cakes and the bottle of wine. He swung the door closed behind them and fastened the padlock securely. They walked side by side along the lane, blinking strongly in the bright late afternoon sunlight. In less than a minute, they had walked up the lane, around the corner, through the open front gate, up four stone steps and were unlocking the slightly shabby door to Doug's flat.
In front of them stretched a long hallway, fairly narrow, but nicely decorated and with plenty of light. There was quite a steep, straight staircase to the right hand side, a door to the left, probably the living room Nicky thought, and she could see a bright kitchen at the far end of the hallway. It was far nicer inside than she had imagined from the rather scruffy exterior.
"Come on in," said Doug, leading the way down the hallway into the kitchen.
"Excuse the breakfast things." he continued apologetically. "I had to leave pretty early this morning to get set up."
He had nothing to be concerned about. In truth Nicky was impressed by the state of the place. The kitchen was modern and surprisingly large, with a good expanse of worktops and cupboards, well laid out, clean and bright, and just a couple of used plates and mugs on the drainer.
"Not at all," she responded. "This is lovely. Was it like this when you bought it?"
"Oh no," he quickly replied. "It was pretty rough, but my little hobby actually does OK for me financially, and over the last couple of years I've done the place up a bit."
"You've done this yourself?" She was genuinely impressed.
"Yeah. I like DIY," he replied.
"Yes, she smiled. "I think we established that yesterday!"
Doug looked confused for a moment, then the joke dawned on him and he blushed slightly. They both laughed.
"Take off your jacket," he said. "I'll show you around, not that it'll take very long."
Nicky slipped her jacket off and threw it onto the breakfast bar, followed by her carrier bag.
"OK. Lead on."
The kitchen windows looked out over a small back yard area, surrounded by a high wall. It couldn't really be called a garden. It was tidy, paved with rather dull concrete slabs and had a couple of faded plastic chairs at one side. That was pretty much it.
"I should really do more with that," said Doug, nodding his head in the direction of the yard. "It's not exactly a priority though."
They turned and walked back down the hallway in the direction of the main entrance door. Doug opened the door on the right and stepped into the room which, as Nicky had guessed, was the main living space. Again, it was well decorated, with a pale laminate floor, modern fireplace, a pleasant, if rather plain sofa and armchair, and a couple of storage units. There were pictures on the walls and a large TV on a stand in the corner. It wasn't really what Nicky had expected.
"I half thought the place would be full of your collectibles," she couldn't help herself blurting out, "But this is really nice."
"Thanks," he replied, smiling. "It did used to be a bit like that, but I had a clear-out when I started to do the place up, so pretty much everything is in my lock-up now."
He turned and walked back out of the door then led the way up the steep staircase. There was a door directly at the top of the stairs which he opened and stepped inside. Nicky followed and found herself in a modern bathroom, not particularly large, but a decent enough size. Like the kitchen, it had been thoughtfully fitted out. The shower was particularly impressive. Doug noticed Nicky's appreciative glance.
"I ripped out the bath," he explained, "as I never really use one. I always like a shower, so I thought I'd take up the whole space with a nice big one."
"So I see," grinned Nicky. "This one's big enough to hold a party in!"
Doug knew she was joking, but the thought was appealing! Unfortunately his mental picture was immediately interrupted by an exclamation from his guest.
"Ah. The loo! Thank God," and with that she stepped quickly over and, without a hint of self-consciousness, unfastened her trousers, pulled them down along with her panties and sat on the seat.
A loud hissing sound accompanied by a musical tinkling told Doug that Nicky had indeed been desperate. The fact that she had just done it right there in front of him took him slightly by surprise. His girlfriends had never done that in the past.
Nicky's face began to take on a look of intense relief as the hissing sound continued for quite a time.
"Sorry," she said. "I just couldn't hold it any longer."
"It's fine," he replied, trying to sound casual, when in fact the sight of a uniformed Police woman peeing within touching distance of him had already re-awakening his interest. Of course Nicky was very well aware of the effect it was likely to have on him and, casually, as the immediate urgency of her call of nature subsided, she parted her knees slightly giving him a better view of her hairless crotch and the golden stream issuing from it.
Eventually the noise subsided and Nicky reached for the toilet paper. She stood up, ensuring Doug got an unrestricted view of her nether regions, and wiped the drips away, dropping the paper into the bowl. She unhurriedly pulled up her little black thong, taking time to ensure it was sitting just where she wanted it, then pulled up and fastened her trousers. Only then, when she was sure she had given Doug time to feast his eyes, did she turn and flush the toilet.
"So, what else is there?" she asked, as if nothing had happened.
