Another typical day of golf.
I hit some good shots, some bad shots. Didn't score as well as I wanted to, but am not totally unhappy with my game.
It's a hot day and I've been drinking water all day on the course. So much so, I swear I had to stop behind a tree on 4 of the last 5 holes.
After the round is over, me and the guys head into the clubhouse for a quick lunch and a few beers. I eat quickly, because all I can think about is the fucking hot and nasty text messages you've been sending me all morning on the course, and I can't wait to get home and jump in on the action. I get up to leave, but the guys convince me to stay for one more beer, which I almost chug and then make a quick get-away to the parking lot.
I hop in the car and start heading from home, when the feeling hits me. I gotta pee and I gotta pee bad! It's about a 15 minute ride from the course so I take a deep breath and convince myself that I can make it. What's making the situation worse, is that I keep thinking about your text messages and my cock is rock hard and throbbing. As I'm driving, I reach down to rub myself, mainly to keep from peeing my pants, but mostly because I'm thinking about you.
I'm almost home but what the fuck is that up ahead....oh shit, it's a construction zone, and a line of about 20 cars. I stop and try to peer around the cars to see what the hold up is. A dump truck has gone off the shoulder and is trying to be towed out of a ditch. This did NOT factor into my plans and I feel the pressure building in my loins. I reach down to hold myself, and I feel a little squirt in my pants. I'm not sure if it's piss, or precum, but I just know this traffic better start flowing soon, before I do.
Thankfully, they free the truck from the ditch and wave us on.
I can barely concentrate on the road and am zipping through the neighborhood until I pull into our driveway. I jump out of the car as soon as I put it in park and rush into the house, hell-bent on getting to the bathroom. I burst into the master bathroom like a bag of hand grenades, only to find you on the toilet....totally naked....rubbing your pussy with one hand while holding some papers in the other. You're reading the story I emailed you the other night, while playing with yourself.
Now wonder you've been texting me all morning about your dripping pussy, and tingling ass, and what you intend to do to me with your mouth.
You look up at me, while still stroking your slit, and say "what the hell took you so long to get home? I've been waiting for you so I can cum"
For a moment I forget how badly I have to piss, and I instinctively start shedding my clothes, so I can be naked with you. As I remove my boxer-briefs and my throbbing cock hits the cool air, the feeling of desperation returns to my bladder, and a small amount of piss squirts out of my dick.
"Lois...I got a real problem here." I say, "I'm going to have to borrow the toilet for a moment."
You look up at me with a sly grin and tease..."I'm not moving until you make me cum." and you dip three fingers into your pussy and pinch your left nipple, just to accentuate your point. The sight makes my cock twitch and pulse, and I start rubbing myself without thinking.
Our eyes are locked together as we both stroke our pink parts and I'm standing so close that our bare feet are caressing each other.
"Lois, do you trust me?" I ask, knowing full well this will send a sexual charge down your spine, with the memories of the intense orgasms that you have experienced, every time I've asked you this simple question.