Julie and I lay on my bed for some time, cuddling and talking. Even though my orgasm had been super intense, my cock stayed semi-erect, lying fat and swollen on my stomach. From time to time Julie would reach out a hand and give it a few fond caresses, and it would instantly respond by lifting its head up from my belly, and exude a few drops of pre-cum.
"How many girlfriends have you had since you separated from Jen's Mum?" Julie asked.
"None," I replied.
"I can't believe that, "Julie said, "a randy, good-looking man like you -- you must have had some relationships."
"No," I replied, "looking after Jen came first. Her mum left when she was thirteen. The breakup was hard on her, and it would have been very difficult if I had started seeing other women."
"Amazing," said Julie, "what did you do for sex? Are you really telling me I am your first since the divorce?"
"I wanked. All men do, even when happily married, but I suppose I was very sex-starved -- I must have been to do that to you the other night when I thought you were asleep -- I am very ashamed of that."
Julie gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Don't be silly, I kind of made it happen. I pretended to be much more drunk than I really was -- I wanted you, just as much as you wanted me. And if you are sex-starved, you can make up for it now with me."
Julie was amazing -- even at her tender age she was confident enough to go after what she wanted, and if that happened to be yours truly, I was not going to complain.
My crotch was sticky and uncomfortable, and as a little touch of my fingers confirmed, the soft patch of blonde hair on Julie's mound was matted with drying semen.
"Let's have a shower, and then think about lunch," I said, and took her hand to lead her to the bathroom. We stepped in under the shower head.
"Oh wait," Julie said, I need to pee."
She started to step out of the shower cubicle, and I had a sudden flashback to times when my ex-wife and I were younger and sex was new and gloriously exciting. On a holiday in Portugal we had had an urge to try something in a shower together, and it had proved to be very thrilling.
I grabbed Julie's arm.
"No, wait." I said, and pulled her towards me and wrapped my arms around her. My semi-erect cock pressed against her stomach, just below her ribcage.
Julie looked up at me, a puzzled look on her face.
"Pee now," I said.
"Bill," she squealed, "that's crazy!"
"Go on," I said, "it will be fun. Have you never tried 'water sports' before?"
"Bill Marshall, you are a dirty old man! No I certainly haven't."
I would not have pushed it further, but Julie had an excited look on her face, and the giggly tone of her voice suggested she might want to give it a try. My excitement had caused my cock to stiffen almost fully, and I bent my knees and slipped it between her legs. I moved my hips a little, sliding the shaft of my cock against her pussy.
"Pee now," I repeated, and gave her a kiss on her forehead.
"You're nuts," she said, grinning up at me, and then her expression changed to one of concentration as she tried to pee.
"I don't think I can," she said.
"Just relax; you can," I said, cupping her pert buttocks in my hands.
Julie closed her eyes, and I felt a little trickle of wetness against my cock. That was enough for my cock to surge into full erection.
"That's it, there you go," I whispered in her ear.
Julie released another warm trickle and I sighed with pleasure as it wet my crotch and ran down over my balls.
"Ah, yes," I sighed, "It feels so good."
The trickles became a flood, and I heard Julie moan -- the pleasure of warm pee flooding our crotches was getting to her. I moved my cock to and fro between her legs, and withdrew a little so her warm piss gushed directly over the swollen glans. Fuck, it felt so good!
Julie finished, and I slipped my cock from between her legs, breathing heavily. She looked at me, and then down at my soaking wet and fiercely erect cock. She held it in her hand.
"That," she said, "was surprisingly sexy!"
"Still think I am a dirty old man?" I asked.
"Definitely," came the answer, "but I liked it."
Julie looked down at my cock, then up at me.
"Bill," she said, "can you pee as well?"
Her expression had changed from playfulness to a look of desire, and she pulled my cock to her, holding the tip against her stomach.
"It's not always easy with an erection," I said, "but..."
I relaxed my muscles and Julie flinched as I spurted a little piss against her navel. She looked down, and I started to pee in a steady stream. The liquid splashed over her stomach and Julie stepped back, and as I pissed she played the stream over her stomach, and then upwards, letting the piss cascade over her tits. The sight of it splashing over her puffy nipples was pure ecstasy. I heard her moaning with pleasure -- sweet Julie was really getting into it!
The flow dwindled, and Julie watched until the last drops almost ceased. Then to my amazement, she dropped to her knees, took the still dribbling glans into her mouth, and began to suck. Her hand wrapped tightly around the shaft, and as her mouth hungrily vacuumed my glans, she rapidly pumped her fist.
"Oh fuck!" I heard myself gasp. I put my hands on her shoulders, and abandoned myself to the exquisite pleasure of Julie sucking on my cock as if her very life depended on it. The wicked thrill of peeing on each other combined with the sight of this beautiful young girl on her knees before me - desperately sucking me, spurred me on, and in seconds I felt it starting.
"Julie, Julie, I'm going to come!"
She emitted a muffled 'hmmph' but never slowed. My legs began to quiver uncontrollably and then I ejaculated, oh fuck what an orgasm!
As the first spurt shot into her mouth Julie stopped sucking, holding my spewing glans quite still in her mouth - her hand movement slowed, milking the spurts out of me with expert timing. How had she learned to give such a perfect blowjob? My ex-wife had been good, but it took years of experimentation and practice before she had acquired the oral skills that young Julie possessed.
Somehow I managed to stay upright without my legs collapsing, clinging tightly to Julie's shoulders as the spurts faded. My cock pulsed and bucked with each delicious aftershock, and Julie gently sucked on the head until the throbbing ceased. She lifted her mouth off me and stood up.
Julie stood on tip toe and kissed me. Clearly she had swallowed it all. I caught a faint whiff of semen on her breath.
"How was that?" she asked, grinning broadly.
"Fucking hell, Julie, it was fantastic, I thought my legs would give way! And so unexpected."
"Well, you shouldn't turn me on with your naughty games then should you."
"So you liked it? Still think I am a dirty old man?" I asked.
"I never thought I would, but it was so hot. You have corrupted me. And yes, you ARE a dirty old man."
I turned on the shower and helped Julie wash herself, soaping her up and running my hands over every inch of her body. I held her close to me and ran my soapy hands down over her buttocks, down between her legs and then upwards and my fingertips explored her cute little butt hole. She squealed when I slipped a fingertip a little way into it.
"Steady, Bill," she said, "first you piss on me and now you're playing with my arsehole... what next?"
"Just making sure you are squeaky clean," I said, noting that she was making no effort to push my hand away. I wondered if she had ever tried anal sex? She was so tight round my finger that it seemed impossible that anything larger could ever fit in there.
Julie washed her hair, because a few wayward splashes of pee had wet her hair, and after we had finished in the shower I helped her dry her hair with a hair dryer, brushing the long blond locks over her back. She sat in front of a dressing table mirror as we chatted, and I watched her breasts bobbing up and down as she talked, thinking that there could surely be nothing more beautiful.
I decided to take Julie out for lunch. There was a nearby pub with a nice garden that provided excellent food, and I had often been there with my wife, and since her departure Jen and I went there frequently. The weather was fine so we sat outside, and ordered drinks and perused the menu. Julie was dressed in her characteristic tiny short pants, and a diaphanous white blouse that was fairly see-through. She had not bothered with a bra, and whenever the blouse drew taut across her front, her nipples and areolae could easily be seen. I had almost suggested that she wore something a bit less revealing, but decided that the last thing I should do would be to behave like a stuffy adult -- this crazy young girl was happy to have sex with me, and I was not going to mess it up by appearing hung up about the clothes she wore.
I imagine that some of the other customers thought that she was my daughter, but if they had looked closely, they would have seen that Julie had slipped her shoes off, and her legs under the table kept straying rather close to mine. It was years since I had played footsie with someone, and I enjoyed feeling Julie rub her foot against my calf. There was an elderly couple at a nearby table, and I noticed the woman looking our way, with a most disapproving look on her face.
"Julie, the old dear at the table over there is watching you," I said.
Julie took a quick glance in her direction.
"Let's give her something to look at," she said, and lifted her leg up and placed her foot squarely over my crotch. I wasn't expecting it and nearly spat out a mouthful of beer.
The lady emitted an audible grunt and looked away.
