Okay, the thing is, I like women. Preferably looking young. A woman aged twenty, twenty-four and looking sixteen, that's what I am into. And that's why I started dating Marianne. She was sitting in a bar one night, all alone, wearing slack jeans and an oversized shirt. She talked like a mother, but acted like a girl that nearly got into high-school. I fell in love with this unemployed girl and so did she.
In the beginning our sex life was fairly normal. The morning after the second time we slept together, she got dressed in her t-shirt and a mini-skirt. "You're going home', I asked, lying naked under the sheets. "Nope, I'm gonna give you what you've always wanted me to do." Saying this, Marianne stuck her head under the sheets, and started sucking me off. Within a few minutes I came. She swallowed my load, the whole of it.
Next night, our sexual exploration of each other got back to normal. You know, the basic missionary stuff and all that, with some occasional sucking off. Me going down on her, she going down on me.
But that was then, and this is now. Fourteen months later. Summertime. We were sitting in a small café. Marianne wore her short blue velvet dress. A few guys at the bar were drinking beer occasionally peeking at me and her, sitting at a small table. She was having her periods. I knew we wouldn't get laid. So I figured out to get a blowjob. "Marianne, will you do me a favor?" I asked. "Sure," she said, thinking I was asking her for money for the beers or something. "Every time I talk to you, you have to spread your legs a little bit. So I can see your panties."
She laughed.
"I'm serious. Before we leave, I will jerk off in the men's room with you I my head."
She laughed again. "And what if I don't?"
"Then you will have to suck me off… each time I ask for it."
"No way your gonna get a blowjob, cowboy," she laughingly replied.
After that, we got into some small talk. But we were very serious about my proposition. With every word I said to her, she opened her knees a little, so I could see her white lace panties.
Night was finally falling, so we decided to go. "Don't you have to go somewhere?," she asked with a devilish smile.
"Hummh?"
"You know. To the men's room. To do your thing."
I completely forgot about what I had said.
"Wait. I wanna go with you. See if you're gonna do as you told. I wanna watch….," she said as she got up.
I told her to go ahead of me. I would wait two minutes, so we wouldn't make anyone in the bar suspicious.
Knock knock. She opened the door of the men's room.
"Come in, soldier boy. Show me what you've got," Marianne said, sitting on the toilet seat.
I opened up my fly and got my dick out.
"Whoo my. Does the little big thing needs a kiss?," she asked, and prompted her lips on my dick.
She sucked on it a little while and then suddenly stopped.
"Come on, now it's your turn," she obliged.
I started pumping on my dick, looking at her tits that were hidden Iin he blue dress. "Wait," she said, "this will turn you on a littlebit more."
Saying that, she spread her legs, and showed her white panties again.
The sight of Marianne, my beautiful loved one, spreading her legs like a whore, excited me more than ever. Within a few minutes I started to come. I I spurted my cum on her face, still looking at her cunt covered in lace.
She took some toilet-paper and whiped my dick clean, tugged it back in and left the men's room smiling.
A few days later we were hitting the town again, drinking beer in a rock'n rollcafé. Having drunk too much, I really needed to go to the men's room. "Honey, I'll be back in a few secs," I told her. "Can I come and watch?," Marianne asked with a childish smile. "Wath the heck," I tought. Sure, she could accompany me.
Luckily, there was noone in the men's room, while we were entering. I took my dick out and started peeing almost immediately. Marianne stood next to the mirror, eagerly absorving my every move.
"Honey, while you're there, you might as well give me a hand," I said smiling.
She took my dick in her right hand and started aiming almost every direction. "My, my. This thing is really forceful," she said. Having finished, I felt a little tinkle in my dick.
"Marianne, will you do me a favor, and suck me off?"
"Right here? And what if someone enters the room?"
"The sooner you're done, the less risk there is," I replied, with a grin on my face.
Marianne knelt down on the floor, started to lick my balls and then begin furiously sucking on the head.
It didn't take long I started moaning. "I'm coming, I'm coming," I whispered. Marianne let my dick go out of her mouth, started again sucking on my balls, meanwhile jerking me off. Spurt after spurt flew in her hair and on her mouth and lips. "Thanks. I feel very relieved," I said, while stuffing my thing back in my pants.
Back home,lying on the sofa, we were recalling what had happened earlier.
"You know, I really liked holding your dick while you were pissing. If you want to, I'll hold it everytime you need to go to the bathroom," Marianne said.
"Is this an offer or is it a wish?," I replied grinning.
She took the matter seriously. "It got me excited, it really did. Funny though. I was never into this kind of thing, you know."
"So you got yourself wet, while you were with me in the men's room?"
"Yes, I did." After a short pause, "Will you let me hold it again?"
I thought for it a while. "Sure. But on one condition. You have to make yourself sexually available for me all the time."
"What do you mean?"
"You have to open your legs whenever I look at you, whether we're in public or at home."
"No problem. I will," she said, "what else?"
