Part II - Reluctant Restraint
June gave way to July and the summer was unusually warm for this part of the country. It wasn't dry but a wet heat. I enjoyed it and it was always fun to see girls walking around dressed in as little as local ordinances would let them get away with.
This seemed to include Lynn, my MILF neighbour. She bore the heat gracefully, often walking around her garden or lawn in abbreviated shorts and a bikini top which did nothing to hide the size of her amazing breasts. She usually wore her hair up in a ponytail or occasionally a French braid, but I had to admit she always looked rather stunning and she fueled many of my lustier dreams.
Her daughter, age indeterminate, was also in the habit of walking around in outfits like her mother wore. Unlike Lynn, the daughter had auburn hair and brown eyes. Her tits were nowhere near as big as her mom's, but they weren't small, either. Her body was tight and athletic. She must have been on a team, wherever she went to school.
By contrast, the husband, Carter, was an anomaly. He wasn't taller than Lynn and rather overweight. But he wore a good suit and drove a really nice Lexus, so he had to be doing okay for himself. Nice enough guy, I guess, but we never really said anything except 'Hi' if we happened to pass by one another.
The son was in high school and wore his hair short, like 99% of the boys in the Midwest, waiting for the next recruitment drive by the Marines. He was a bit of a dough-head and even Lynn admitted this the one time he came up in conversation. He was a good kid, just not a lot going on upstairs outside of sports and trying to get laid.
Lynn and I met maybe once or twice a week to engage in our little taboo ritual. The talk was small and of a prosaic nature. We would pee together or take turns, but it never progressed beyond watching one another and she never touched my cock again. Shaking hands was pretty much our only physical contact. I found it strange but perhaps this was what she needed and who was I to complain?
The middle of July saw my birthday roll around and I will admit to being less than happy about it. I guess I was reaching the age where it felt like getting older sucked and I was still pissed at myself about being stuck in this deadwater burg when I should have moved. But since I was determined to pay off as much debt as possible before making my fresh start, I just sucked it up and kept soldiering on.
The week before my birthday found me meeting behind the sheds with Lynn, as we had agreed upon. It had yet to lose its novelty and we were both enjoying ourselves, seemingly. Tonight's meeting had been a late one, almost midnight, since she had been out somewhere. I had received a text from her maybe two hours before, asking if I was available. Since I was, I replied I'd be happy to join her. She was wearing a white halter top, some shorts and looked magnificent, as always.
"Late night," I commented as I came up, already loosening my belt. "Had a date?"
"Hardly a date," she grumbled. "Had to go to some corporate dinner thing with Carter. Boring as hell and I knew no one. We got home and he said he was tired and going to bed, so I told him I was going for the run I missed earlier tonight."
"Given your addiction to running, he should buy that without any qualms," I said simply. "I'm sure you turned heads at the dinner, though, no matter how boring the event itself was."
"Oh, you're sweet," she said, patting my cheek. "I'll admit, I got a lot of stares and that's probably good for Carter, but I hate feeling like a piece of meat."
"Unless you're squatting behind the tool shed." I added.
The observation made her giggle. "This is a little different," she explained. "Don't ask, I don't know how, but it is. So how are you?"
"Oh, vaguely grumpy." I confessed. "Next Thursday's my birthday and I'm getting less and less happy about them."
"Aw, poor thing," she said in mock sympathy, but she was still smiling kindly. "Grumpy about getting older?"
"Maybe if I looked as great as you did I wouldn't, but that's not your problem."
"Now now, thank you for the compliment, but in all the time I've seen you around, I always thought you were in your late twenties, not your late thirties, so I'd say you're doing just fine." Lynn chided. "And clearly you work out a lot, because nobody is that naturally muscular. All the same, happy birthday, even if you're going to be a wet blanket about it."
"Thanks, coming from you that actually means something." I confided. "And I guess there's nothing terribly grown-up about sneaking out behind the shed to pee with the neighbour girl now, is there?"
Lynn burst into a giggle fit. "That's so true!" she squeaked. "It's like we're nine or something and trying not to get caught! That's wonderful imagery. I'll feel younger and more daring than ever doing this now! And speaking of..."
We began our routine, stripping out of our garments. The night was wonderfully warm and Lynn did not stop with her pants and panties as normal but also removed her shirt, letting her tits free. Even though it was dark, I could still make out her lovely form as rays of silvery moonlight peeked through the tree canopy overhead.
"I guess I'm feeling really daring tonight since it's nearly pitch black out," she admitted. "Do you mind?"
"Not one bit." I answered readily. I followed suit and removed my shirt as well, stepping out of the puddle of my jeans. Now all either of us had one was a pair of flip-flops and our smiles.
"Since it's nearly your birthday and we're really concealed tonight, maybe a special variant of the ritual?" Lynn suggested.
"What have you got in mind?"
She turned and reached down for the bag she had with her. From within she pulled out a towel and showed it to me.
"I was thinking that I'd kneel in front of you and you could do your business on me."
I made a wry face. "I thought neither of us was into that. I think your face is fine just the way it is."
"Oh, no, not my face," she added, quick to clarify. "But stand over me and piss on my tits, Michael. Let me feel it cascading down my body and you can watch. That's why the towel will come in handy."
I thought about that for a couple of seconds and she waited pensively. What exactly was I expecting if things progressed? We were pissing together, it seemed perfectly logical for things to take this turn, did it not? Something was wrong with my expectations and thinking if I didn't see that coming, right?
Besides, Lynn was hot. Really hot. A hot girl getting her tits pissed on is still hot. Just about anything seemed erotic if she were the subject.
"Okay," I said finally. "For you I can do this."
She grinned and stood in front of me, her body close. Keeping her blue eyes locked with mine, she slowly began to kneel and I could feel her soft, wonderful breasts press to my chest and then slowly caress their way down my torso. They glided over my stomach and then my cock, which almost sprung to attention instantly but I kept down by an act of iron will. She hadn't asked for a hard-on. She cupped her breasts together and smiled up at me.
"Fire away, darling..." she whispered.
Taking hold of my cock and aiming it carefully to avoid her face, I concentrated for a few seconds and then let myself go. Her body shuddered as my warm stream spattered against her breasts and began trickling and cascading down her amazing body. Lynn hummed, her eyes closed, apparently transported to some secret pleasure she had desired. I could see her breasts moving as she held and kneaded them. The smile on her face was wonderful to see.
I peed for some time, or at least it felt that way to me, probably because of the circumstances. At one point I became aware of one of her hands snaking down her form and slipping between her legs. A quiet moan escaped her lips before she bit them. I could hear my piss pattering off the silken skin of her cleavage and as well as trickling down onto the grass beneath her.
Finally the baptism ended and she remained still for a few moments afterwards before drawing a deep breath and opening her eyes.
"Sorry I couldn't look at you," she said apologetically. "I needed to close my eyes for that one."
"I was too busy watching you to notice." I said easily, letting go of myself and smiling. She nodded and took hold of the towel, using it to wipe herself down, beginning with her hands and arms, followed by her breasts and torso and finally her hips and legs. She stood with her legs apart as she dried her pussy.
"That was
so
intense," she breathed. "Now if you're game, perhaps we could-"
Red and blue lights flared up everywhere, along with sirens going off. As if out of nowhere, the warbling thunder of a helicopter shot overhead, its searchlight stabbing through the darkness of our street like a spear.
Cop cars seemed to be everywhere, roaring down the street and around the corner while the helicopter continued its hovering. Not having a clue what was happening, I pressed Lynn back against the shed and put my arms around her, concealing her body with mine. She seemed frightened initially and held on tight. The police car lights were everywhere, reflecting off the walls of the houses but never touched us. The searchlight on the chopper pierced through the canopy of leaves overhead and briefly illuminated my head and back but passed over without any notice of us, seemingly.
Bullhorns blared just around the corner, a police officer calling loudly for someone to come out. I turned my head and gazed out to see if I could discern where they were located- the majority of the whirling lights seemed to be three or so houses up the street from my own, in front of house that had been divided into four rental units.
"Hm, I'd always wondered that," I muttered. "Don't worry, they're up the street, doing a bust on a place that's been suspected as a dealer house."
Lynn opened her eyes and looked around my shoulder. "Oh, shit, that place a few doors up from you? I'd heard that too. And we live in such a nice area."
"Well, guess we'll just wait here for a bit..." I said, still holding her. Even though we knew what was going on, we still remained well out of sight, pressed up against the back wall of the shed. It might look odd if we sauntered out of seemingly nowhere.
The panic of the moment over, I suddenly became acutely aware that I was holding Lynn's completely naked body to mine. I think she came to the same realization at the same moment, because I felt her tremble. Not in fright, but just like she was unsure. The feel of her soft skin washed over me like a tidal wave, the horrific noises of the street falling away. Her soft, lovely breasts pressed to my chest, her flat stomach against mine and her hips trembling against mine and her pussy pressed to my dick.
I couldn't have stopped it if I tried. My cock grew hard once I realized what part of her it was touching. Letting go seemed sensible but incredibly awkward under these circumstances. She
