I woke to the feeling of his hand on my belly and his lips on my nipple.
I giggled softly, not opening my eyes, and said, "Unless you want to change the sheets you'd better let me go pee."
His hand moved lower, laying on my mons and his finger probed between my legs, a move I filed for future reference.
"Pervert," I said, giggling, and I rocked toward him and then away, rolling free of his mouth and hand and swinging my legs off of the bed.
As I started toward the bathroom I said, over my shoulder, "Well, come on pervert, time for a new lesson."
He followed and I liked that he was erect.
I sat on the toilet, smiled, said, "Kiss me," and relaxed, letting my urine stream start to flow.
This was the special kind of intimacy I had learned that men either loved or hated when I was in The Profession. Hookers don't really have "colleagues," but I had mentioned it from time to time to acquaintances in The Profession, and as far as I can tell I was the first to figure out that men often found it exciting. Anyway, the feedback I received was all positive.
So I sat as he kissed me and I peed. I figured number two would be for another time.
It was a good kiss, him awkwardly bent over, me with an awkwardly bent neck. He stuck with it until I finished.
"Now," I said, pulling a couple of feet of toilet paper off of the roll and folding it into a nice rectangular pad, "wipe, one time, front to back," I said, handing him the pad."
I lifted my belly to help him and then felt that wonderful, almost perfect intimacy as he wiped me, slowly, front to back, and dropped the wad of paper into the water.
When I started to rock forward he laid his hand on my shoulder and said, "Hold still now, Sammee."
I watched as he pulled off another length of toilet paper, this one longer, and folded it into a pad. This time he laid the pad against my pussy, nice and dry now, and slowly pushed back. He worked the pad between my ass cheeks and rubbed the pad on my asshole.
I giggled and said, "You are a fast learner."
He kissed me then, still rubbing, and if I'm being honest, getting to me a little.
"I have a good teacher," he said and I giggled again.
He was finally satisfied I was clean back there, dropped the paper into the water, and offered me his hand.
I stood and took his erection in my hand.
"Can you pee like this or do I need to take care of you?" I asked.
When he didn't say anything I started jacking him off. I used my hand and held his eyes while I did it. I didn't stretch it out, that was something that would come later. But I didn't make it a twenty-second quickie either. When he came I caught it in my left hand and held his eyes with mine while I licked it up.
"Often messy, never dirty," I said in what would become almost a litany between us. Then I held him, aimed while he peed. I shook him twice (more than that and you're playing with it), and said, "That's better, isn't it?"
He just smiled.
We stood, side by side, brushed our teeth, washed our faces, and then I led him back to bed.
That's how his birthday weekend went.
We went into town for something to eat, him driving. I told him that the "Man of the House" picked out what his woman wore and so I was in a white blouse, long-sleeved but unbuttoned, tied below my breasts so that it functioned as sort of a bra, or maybe titsack would be a better word, my Daisy Duke cutoff shorts that left part of my ass on display, and my Roman sandals with very red ribbons in spirals up my calves to hold them on. He was in his jeans and a T-shirt and I don't think there were a total of ten seconds that his hand wasn't on me somewhere, my hip or the small of my back or my arm. I understood that he was showing off his, well, his possession of me, and I liked it.
Before that weekend was over he was a competent lover. Oh, he got better over the next years with experience, but he was competent by then. We explored vaginal and oral and anal sex. We used our mouths on genitals and feet and hands and assholes. I had been spanked and tied to the bed with the soft silky scarves I kept in my bag. He had enjoyed binding my breasts, something I liked too. And he had cum, helpless to stop, as my finger up his ass stimulated his prostate over and over. After that episode, we shared the duty of licking my finger clean.
