The reader is advised to read Part 1 to get the context.
Having completed that very wet 'escapade' in the bath tub, it was easy for us to turn the shower on, and plenty of hot water and body wash soon had us squeaky clean. Sandy needed to wash her hair as it had got a bit soaked, and I could not resist caressing her body as she attended to it. Warm, soapy water on her breasts and nipples felt sublime, and despite the intense orgasms I had already experienced, my cock remained at a respectable half-mast.
Sandy agreed to spend the night. I cooked a quick cheese omelette for us as we had not yet eaten, and later in the evening, after a few more glasses of wine, we retired to bed. I needed to change the bedsheets first; Sandy had made a huge wet patch earlier. The mattress was a bit damp, so I turned it over. We were both a bit 'shagged out', and there appeared to be no prospect of further hanky-panky other than a few kisses and cuddles.
We lay together in bed talking for a long time. I was very curious about Sandy's 'wet kink' and after some time plucked up the courage to ask about it. "How did you get into, er... what we did in the tub?" I asked.
"Were you shocked?" she asked.
"No, just a bit surprised. I have never done it before."
"But you liked it?"
"Hell yes, far more than I would have imagined!"
"Good, I was worried you would be turned off. It is not something with universal appeal."
Sandy was silent for a while, and I pressed on. "So, how did it start?"
After another pause Sandy replied, "My cousin. I grew up in Kenya. My Dad and his brother ran a farm and my cousin Mattia and I were of similar age."
I was puzzled. "Mattia? Odd name."
"It is an Italian name, like mine. Matty and I had hundreds of acres of bush to play in. When we needed a pee it was too far to the house to go back and we just peed in the bush. I was about six years old and was curious about boys peeing so eventually I persuaded him to let me see. I was fascinated. Then of course he wanted to see me pee so I crouched down and did it. It became second nature to us and we lost all shyness, just peed in front of each other whenever nature required it. Then Matty's Dad got his own farm and we moved apart, but years later when I was a teenager Matty's family moved back to our region. Matty was now a strapping young man. We still loved each other's company and hung out together a lot, and I started to get very attracted to him. He became my first boyfriend. Because we were cousins we kept it secret but I suspect our families knew that we were getting very close. They did not seem to mind.
One day we went for a long walk in the bush, retracing some of our favourite places where we had used to play. Matty needed to pee and started to go behind a bush. I teased him and told him I had seen it all before. He was embarrassed but I insisted, and he reluctantly took his willy out. Our relationship was very innocent, just kissing and cuddling. We hadn't done anything really sexual, so I had not seen his grownup cock - I was amazed at how huge it now was compared to the little nubbin I had seen before when we were kids. He started to pee, and as I watched I got very turned on - I could feel my panties getting wet..."
This talk was getting me very excited. I was lying on my back, and my cock had assumed flagpole position. Sandy noticed it and gently wrapped her hand around the shaft, and continued talking.
"As I watched I saw Matty's cock getting bigger, and the stream of pee was now arcing up into the air. I could not resist and reached out and held his cock while he peed. That made him stop almost instantly and his cock hardened. I had never touched a boy there before."
Sandy's hand was now moving slowly up and down on my cock, and her gaze was firmly on it, as if she was mesmerised.
"Matty was so excited that I was touching him. He reached down and put his hand over mine and started to move my hand to and fro on him, up and down the shaft. Some of his pee got on my hand, and I liked it, it was so warm and exciting. But he soon stopped peeing -- his cock was swelling even harder and I was so turned on feeling the strength of it in my hand. He took his hand off mine and urged me to continue jerking him. He told me to go faster and started moaning and breathing hard and then he gasped and I felt him pulsing and throbbing in my hand. I paused but he gasped "Don't stop!" Suddenly I saw thick white stuff shooting out of his cock; long spurts that splatted on the dusty ground -- I knew the basics of sex but had never seen anything like this. It was so exciting!"
Abruptly Sandy giggled and let go of my cock. "That's enough you dirty boy. Shame on you getting so turned on by tales of me wanking boys off in the bush!"
"Oh Jesus," I groaned, "I was nearly coming. Is that story true, or were you just teasing me?"
"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't," she replied, and gave me a kiss on the lips. "Time for sleep." Sandy said, and pulled the duvet up over us, turned on her side with her back to me, and within minutes she was asleep.
I lay next to her, my cock still very hard, imagining innocent young Sandy wanking Matty's cock; her very first cock. I wondered of it had been bigger than mine, and if he was as prodigious in sperm volume as I was. I also pictured her, imagined her teenage body -- had her breasts developed? Were they even puffier than they were now? Was Matty her first fuck?
I tried thinking about other things - the image of Mrs O'Riley popped into my head. I considered what she would have thought if she knew what Sandy and I had done in the bathtub. That did the trick; slowly my cock drooped and off to sleep I went.
Sunday morning came, and Sandy and I spent some time together getting to know each other a bit more. We had breakfast at a café nearby that I often went to, and the owner, an Indian chap called Samar, knew me well. He was obviously taken with Sandy, and a couple of times he winked at me in a knowing way, and gave that hand gesture with thumb touching forefinger with a little shake of the hand, A-OK. I realised that I was punching way above my weight with Sandy and it probably would not last, but I was determined to make the best of it while I could.
Sandy suggested going for a picnic in the afternoon. She said she knew a nice secluded spot, a lovely area in wooded countryside, and when at first I was a touch hesitant she gave my knee a squeeze and said, "We won't be interrupted." That was good enough for me, and after breakfast we picked up a few supplies at the shops, went back to my place and packed a picnic hamper I had. It was a relic from my parents, I don't think I had ever used it myself. I put some beers and a bottle of white wine in a separate cooler bag and around midday we set off in my car.
An hour's drive brought us to Ferndean Forest, an area I had visited once many years before. Sandy had chosen wisely, the car park was deserted, and we did not have to venture far into the forest lugging the heavy cooler bag and hamper before we arrived at an open area by a small stream. Tall trees surrounded it and we laid out a blanket on a smooth patch of grass, ideal for the purpose. I can't say that the food we had picked up was anything special, but Sandy's company was marvellous. It was as if we had known each other for years, rather than less than a fortnight. I opened a beer for myself and poured Sandy a large glass of wine. Sandy had brought a camera with her, and took a few shots of the area, concentrating on the many wildflowers that carpeted the forest floor. She said that she used the images to give her ideas for her art. I watched her as she did so, drinking my beer and marvelling at what a beauty she was. She still wore the same clothes from the night before, and as she moved her breasts jiggled and bobbed beneath the thin material of her top. It was even more exciting now that I had full knowledge of what her breasts and nipples were like, and I felt a familiar stiffening in my pants.
Sandy came back to the blanket and stretched out on her back. The peaks of her breasts rose and fell beneath her satiny top as she breathed and I was suddenly very horny.
"I guess the bush in Africa when you were with... er..."
"Matty." Sandy provided the name.
"Yes, Matty. I guess it was very different from here?"
Sandy propped herself up on her elbows, "Are you still thinking about that?
She glanced down at my crotch where it was now very noticeable that I was mightily turned on. Sandy giggled and ran her fingertips lazily up and down my thigh.
"You did seem turned on when I told you about it. Do you like listening to women telling you their sexual history?"
I was flustered. "No, well yes, I was. I can't say that it has happened that much. In fact, I think that was the first time."
