Here is another true story into a personal fetish as told to me by my friend Jeff. This is his story.
The next experience in my life involved a lady of 75 years of age. Her name was Margaret and I was in my early 50's at the time. She was a very over intelligent lady, so much so, she tended to have slightly silly times, but this didn't mean that she didn't enjoy an almost normal life.
She'd never been married, but had two boyfriends over the years, one of which stole money from her, which made her very cautious of relationships.
I found out later on while chatting with her, she'd not had any sex with anyone for over 15 years. She had masturbated a lot and had solo enjoyment of various kinds though.
She was a pleasant lady, slim and never wore a bra, only had small breasts, but nice nipples, a slight belly, smooth and rounded, and a pert little bottom with hardly a wrinkle in sight.
She had no teeth and refused point blank to wear dentures, unless it was absolutely necessary but for me, that wasn't a problem; kissing is kissing as far as I'm concerned.
How it all started between us was quite innocent.
She lived in my apartment complex at the time and often needed little chores doing.
One evening, she couldn't get her television to work. Well, I'm no tech guy, but said I'd have a look. Without going into details, I got it working.
She was well pleased and as I went to leave, she came over to me, "Give me a kiss." She said.
I thought it was going to be a little thank you kiss, but how wrong I was. At first it was a thank you kiss, but then she opened her mouth, her soft loose lips engulfed mine, and her tongue entered my mouth.
It came as a bit of a surprise, a nice surprise and I responded, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth.
She'd known me for only awhile, really. "I've wanted to kiss you for some time." She said.
After what turned out be a long kiss, a very long gummy kiss, with the exchange of lots of saliva, something I'll never complain about, I felt aroused. My cock was bulging in my pants.
I must admit that even though we'd kissed quite passionately, I never suspected what was too follow..
"Will you come around again?" She asked.
"If you want me to," I replied.
"When?" She asked.
"Any time." I responded.
"Have you got something else for me to do?" I asked, smiling.
"Oh! Yes." She said and winked.
I think I got the message and left.
A few days later, I went around, to see what "job" she wanted me to do.
As soon as I went in, she put her arms around me any we were kissing.
I put my arms around her and lowered one hand down her back and cheekily squeezed her bottom, pulling her closet to me.
Just kissing had got my cock bulging in my pants and as I pulled her to me, she must have felt it, as she pushed herself against me.
She reached between us and rubbed her hand over my bulge.
"Ooh! You're a bit hard down there." She said.
"You keep doing that and it'll be more than hard." I said.
I decided to help her and reached down to undo my zipper and put her hand inside my pants. She fumbled around a bit, eventually getting hold of my erect cock and taking it out.
"Oh! It's really hard." She said, as she pushed back my foreskin,"it's a big one!"
I'm not as big as some guys, but at 7 1/2" I'm happy with it. I've had no complaints.
I reached up under her skirt and she parted her legs to let me feel between her thighs.
She gasped as my hand reached her panty and I squeezed her over the material, which was warm and damp.
Through the material, I could feel the ridges of her pussy lips.
"Your panty is a bit damp." I said, as I felt inside the elastic of them.
"Oh! Sorry, I sometimes forget to wipe after a pee." She said "And I have a bit of a weak bladder anyway."
"Don't apologize. I think it's very sexual." I said, without disclosing the fact that I have a pee fetish.
"You think it's sexy that I'm wet?" She asked.
" I do." I replied.
"Oh! Dear." She said, "You fiddling about down there is making me want to pee again and I only went 20 minutes ago."
"You'd better go to the toilet then." I said.
She headed to the bathroom...
"Can I watch?" I asked.
She seemed a bit surprised at first, then smiled, "If you like."
She lifted her skirt and pulled her panty down and sat on the seat.
She didn't mind when I pushed her skirt right up and gently opened her thighs.
She leaned back and I looked down, and watched her piss gushing down into the water below.
"You're a naughty boy, aren't you?" She said.
I chuckled, "I hope so!"
As she continued to pee, I reached down between her thighs, and clasped my hand over her flapping pussy lips, inserting my finger into her vaginal opening.
She closed her eyes, and gasped. "Oh! You naughty, naughty boy. Oh! Don't stop."
Her voice became a series of gasps and panting as she had an orgasm.
I think she must have gotten the idea that I liked pee fun by now.
When she'd finished peeing, I removed my hand from underneath her and she watched amazed as I licked my fingers, tasting her fluids and juices.
She wasn't put off by seeing me licking my fingers, in fact after being surprised, she seemed quite interested.
"Do you like that, tasting my pee pee?" She asked.
"I really do." I replied. Then, I disclosed my secret fetish to her, telling her everything, that I love anything to do with peeing.
"Anything?" She asked.
"Anything." I said.
"Oh! Dear, you'll have to teach me." She said.
I asked her about her sex life, and she confirmed to me everything and that's when I found out about the two guys she'd had, the thief and the other one who wasn't much better, apparently.
For some reason, she seemed to trust me.
"You must have enjoyed yourself, if you know what I mean." I said.