Good Neighbors Ch 03 3

As I showered I went over the day's events in my head. How could I be so lucky? Of all the places I could have purchased it happened to be one right next to Kelsey. Not only was she gorgeous but we were becoming intimate friends. Not since that night with Mandy had I been so freely able to practice and openly talk about my pee fetish with someone. It was starting to feel like I had known her for longer than the short month since I moved in. And Kelsey's blatant exhibitionism was intoxicating.

I started to fondly remember the heart pounding walk back from our escapades in the old mill. Even though our pee was quite diluted at this point we were both covered in it and we both smelled like piss. If we had encountered anyone passing us on the trail back home there would have been no mistake as to what we were up to in the woods. Not only were our pants being continually soaked as we freely wet ourselves but our upper halves were drenched in each other's urine. Not to mention Kelsey's hair and face were covered in my cum. My heart was racing as we hiked back and I was only composed thanks to Kelsey. She was walking back, soaked in both our piss and cum like she had done this a million times before, which she had. On the way back she told me that every time she went for a hike she would wet herself. Being painted with cum, however was brand new and she couldn't stop talking about how much she loved it.

We both agreed to shower and come over to my place for drinks. Kelsey being a professional bartender I expected her to bring over something good and looked forward to what the evening might bring. It was warm enough that I just shook off excess water and stepped out of the shower to air dry. Of course I didn't bother to dress and quickly cleaned up a bit while I waited for Kelsey to arrive. It didn't take too long for me to receive a text that she was on her way.

I waited at the kitchen table, sipping on some water, gazing out into the twilight and was surprised to hear the front doorbell. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I went to the front door. I had expected her to come in up the porch and didn't turn on my front light so I did so. I opened the door and hoped that it was indeed Kelsey or else I'd be flashing someone else. Thankfully I was greeted by my neighbor, but I didn't expect her to also be going to my front door stark naked. All she had on were a pair of sandals with a canvas bag loaded over her shoulder. I stood there a bit dumbfounded seeing her fully exposed in the bright light of my front spotlight.

"Are you going to let me in," she asked and I quickly made space to let her through the doorway, closing it behind her.

"Pretty bold of you to answer the door with no pants on," she said, "though it was a bit unfair to not warn me you were turning on the front light!"

"The same could be said to you," I replied, "I expected you to come in through the porch."

"This way was much more exciting, don't you think," she grinned.

"Very," I answered as I showed her in to the kitchen table.

"Sometimes late at night if I'm in the mood I'll walk a bit on the street naked, but I usually avoid lights" she added, placing the bag onto the table, "but enough of that for now, lets get some drinks made! I hope you have to pee."

"I made sure to fill up before you arrived!"

I wondered what she meant by that as I watched her produce two margarita glasses from the bag as well as a metal drink mixer, some shot glass looking alcohol measuring cups, a bottle of Tequila, Triple Sec, limes and some sour mix. She asked me to get two small plates, salt and some ice and I placed them on the table.

"I'm going to make us some Pee-gah-ritas!" She excitedly exclaimed. "First we need to rim the glass, do you think you could help me?"

Having made margaritas in the past I volunteered, curious to see what twist she had in mind.

"Good, now if you could pour a thin layer of salt on one of the plates, we won't need much," she instructed as she grabbed the other plate.

I did so and was surprised to see what she did next. Kelsey spread her legs a bit and held the plate up to her pussy. After several seconds a small trickle dribbled through her lips and pooled on the plate.

"Great, this should be enough," she said, squeezing a lemon over it. Placing the pee plate next to the salt plate and dipped the rim of each glass first in the pee and then lightly in the salt and setting them aside.

She then filled the glasses with ice and then filled the bar mixer. Next she grabbed the one ounce measuring cup and held it up to her pussy. I was amazed as she expertly released and closed her bladder, just enough to fill up the measurer with her clear piss. She then dumped it into the bar mixer and then looked at me.

"Your turn," she said, moving the mouth of the small metal cup up to my cock.

The mouth was barely bigger than my dickhead. I had never peed into something held by someone else before, let alone so small and it took some effort for me to get a small stream going. Kelsey was quick to catch it in the one ounce cup as I then struggled to close my urethra. It overflowed a bit onto the tile in a splash before I could contain it. Kelsey smiled as she poured it into the mixer. She then proceeded to mix up a traditional margarita mix before straining it into each of our glasses. She expertly made just the right amount for each.

Drinks made we sat down and clinked glasses, each taking a drink. I was surprised to find out how well the saltiness of our piss enchanced the margarita with an almost savory salty flavor.

"Do you always make drinks this way," I asked.

"Only on special occasions," she laughed.

"I imagine you might get some new regulars if you made this at your bar."

"I don't think the health inspectors would like that very much, but if you were to stop by I think I could make it work."

This caused me to imagine sitting at the bar across from Kelsey as out of sight she stealthily peed into the drink mixer.

"I might take you up on that offer."

We continued to sip our pee-gah-ritas and chatted away as the alcohol loosened our tongues. It was also filling up my bladder but it was Kelsey who made the first move, playfully asking, "Where's the bathroom? I really gotta pee."

I grinned, and quickly thought of an idea, "How rude of me, I haven't given you a tour of the house!"

Standing up I said, "Well, you've already seen the bathroom in the kitchen and deck. Let me show you the basement."

Kelsey played along, "I hope this won't take too long, I really have to go."

"Well you wanted to see where you can pee so I'm showing you," I chided.

We giggled together as I showed her where I peed on the basement carpet, as well as the box of towels where I stuck my dick inside and went.

"We should grab these," I said, opening up the piss sodden top of the box and taking out the towels inside. The first few were still damp as I handed them to Kelsey.

"Mmm, these must have been a good toilet," she said, rubbing her fingers in the dampness.

I followed her back upstairs and grinned as she briefly pause to cross her legs. On the way back I paused pointed out the living room and how I hadn't peed there yet. Depositing the towels on the kitchen table for later, I led her to the upstairs bedrooms, passing the actual first floor bathroom on the way without mention. At the top of the stairs I again ignored the bathroom and showed her the nearly empty carpeted guest bedroom. All I had in it now was an old bed my parents gave me.

Showing her the modest walk in closet, "This is the guest bathroom," I explained. I could see Kelsey was starting to get really desperate and looking for a chance to pop a squat, "but if you have to go, you should be a good girl and wait until the tour is over." Kelsey regained her composure obediently as I showed off the tantalizing pristine light grey carpet and walls in the corners of the closet.

I did my best to delay the progress of the tour, finally ended in my own master bedroom. She was getting quite desperate and had her hand in her crotch. Here I made sure to point out where I had peed on the carpet the night before. Kelsey saw the faint outline of the puddle and giggled.

"You're gonna turn that spot yellow if you don't watch out," she laughed. I just grinned.

"And here we are, the master bathroom," I said, walking past the actual master bedroom and instead pulling Kelsey into my large walk in closet. Inside the heady aroma of my morning piss still hung in the air. I was delighed to see a slight yellow stain on the white carpet in the corner.

Kelsey smiled, "I love what you've done with it," staring at my pee stain.

"Thanks, I did it myself," I said proudly, putting my hands on my hips and thrusting my cock out towards her. We both started laughing.

"Stop, you're going to make me pee," Kelsey said as she quickly squatted down.

"Well you're in the master bathroom, what are you waiting for," I replied.

This caused her to start up laughing again, catching her off balance and she fell back, just at the same time as she lost control of her bladder. As I grabbed her hands to catch her I was greeted by the sight of her labia opening as her warm urine sprayed out over my closet carpet. This only caused her to laugh harder and her stream fluttered in strength and intensity absolutely drenching the carpet causing a growing fan shaped puddle, and splashing my feet in the process. This caused me to laugh harder too. The teasing of peeing a little to make the drinks caused my bladder to lose control and now my dangling cock was adding to her puddle and splashing her also.

"Wait," Kelsey cried out, reaching out and grasping my cock. "Hold it for me, I want to show you where you should go to the bathroom."

"I can't wait to see what you have in mind," I said as I fought to cut off my stream.

With the help of a long squeeze from Kelsey I managed to stop my flow and now dribbled onto the carpet. Kelsey held on as she used her other hand to get her pussy in control and was now directing a steady stream in a zig zag pattern between her splayed legs. As her bladder neared empty her stream started to retreat back towards it's lovely spread open source. I could see how aroused she was by her messy toilet. Who could blame her, it's not every day that you find someone that would happily let you pee over their carpet and then agree to let you choose where they should go too.

By now she had stood up and still holding her lips apart and my dick, pushed out the last spurts out onto the soaked carpet in loud splats. She was having a lot of fun with it. She then leaned into my side and I slid my hand around her butt as we surveyed her puddle. Her butt was wet and there was a clear outline of where her piss pooled around her well define cheeks and before them was a huge dark fan shaped stain from where she peed between her legs. In the middle there was still a light yellow pool of urine struggling to seep into the carpet fibers.

"I wish I could have that framed," I remarked, breaking the silence.

She kissed me on the cheek and gave my member a playful squeeze. "Thanks for showing me where the toilet was," she said, "but you must be bursting. Let me show you where one of the urinals is."

She gave my penis a tug and led me downstairs to the living room, there was a nice view of her house through the large bay window, I kept the shades back, of course. She flipped on the lights as she led me to the bare wall. Almost like I kept it free of shelves on purpose.

"Here we are, at the little boy's room," she jested. "Now be a big boy and show me how you go pee in a urinal." She relaxed the grip on my penis.

"But what if the neighbor sees me," I mock protested.

"She would be very pleased to see a nice young man going to the bathroom where he's supposed to and maybe she would give him a reward."

I thought I would like that very much and relaxed my bladder. I had never had someone hold my cock to pee before, let alone on to my living room wall. My heart was beating fast as I felt my bladder tingle, releasing it's contents into my cock which now started to arc out onto my off-white wall. A fan shape cascade formed as splatters fleck the sides of the wall, reaching farther and farther up the wall as my stream intensified. Kelsey now satisfied that I was peeing hard enough took my cock for a spin. Literally, making quick circular motions all over the wall.

Kelsey and I looked at each other with equally wide grins. I could definitely see this being a regular thing for us and I was all for it. We both pouted as my stream started to die down. By now there was a sizable puddle creeping out on the carpet from the base of the wall. Kelsey aimed my dick down at the carpet and I let the last of my bladder out in spurts making loud splats on the soaked fibers.

"You did such a good job, peeing in the urinal," Kelsey played. I certainly had, there was a big wet stain on the wall, some of it in spirals. "You're neighbor says that since you were such a good boy that she'll clean up for you." She said as she knelt down to my dribbling cock. Before I knew it she had her tongue under my bellend, letting the last drips roll onto her tongue into her mouth. She then closed her lips around it and gently sucked down the last of my piss. She gave my dick a quick kiss before standing up and exclaiming, "There all clean."

"Thank you kind neighbor," I said kneeling down, clutching her thighs, "and you need a reward for being a good girl and holding it until we got to the bathroom."

I moved my mouth to the inside of her thigh and licked up the splotches of pee still clinging to them, making my way up to her sodden snatch. There I made sure to give attention to her plump outer lips before lapping my tongue inside the depths of her slick folds sucking up the salty remnants of her piss. I gave special attention to her vagina making before planting my lips around her clit and urethra. I was shocked when I felt her pussy contract and a small trickle flowed down my tongue, she must not have been completely empty. I relished the warm salty liquid as I greedily swallowed it. I finished by giving her clit a quick lick and gentled suckled it.

"Thanks for the TP, neighbor," she cooed as I stood up. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a deep kiss. She tasted of pee and tequila and I'm sure I was the same.

We returned to the kitchen and both drained two large glassed of water, filling it up again before returning to the table. You can't make pee-gah-ritas without pee! We continued to chat as we waited for our bladders to fill.

"So now you've peed in the living room. That makes every room but the guest bedroom by my count, right," Kelsey asked.

"Yep, and thank you for that. I really liked having you hold it while I peed," I replied.

"I had a lot of fun with it too and any time, I'll be there," the dark haired woman laughed. "And now I feel left out, I wanna pee in every room too. How about we go in the guest room next?"

"Well, I was thinking I might save that room," I said thoughtfully, "You know how I told you about my friend Mandy?"

"The one who pissed all night in your closet?"

"The very same," I replied. "I do want to invite her over for a housewarming party. She'd probably stay the night."

"So either you want to save it so she can christen it or keep it clean just in case she doesn't?"

"Correct. I was wondering on how to bring it up to her."

Kelsey's eyes lit up, "Alcohol always helps. And you could also think of earlier like a test run. Just show her to the closet when she asks where the bathroom is. I'll help of course." She grinned. "But, should I be worried about Mandy? Is she going to whisk my new pee buddy away?"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that," I said, "should be the opposite, she's gay!"

She laughed again, "I think I'm ready for a pee-gah-rita, how about you?"

I checked my bladder and I was. This time we forgoed the measuring cups and peed in spurts together into the mixing tin.

"Wanna watch a movie," she asked. "I have a good one."

Who's house was this anyway I wondered, "Sure, I have Chromecast."

Turning on the TV we planted ourselves on my plush couch with our pee-gah-ritas and glasses of water after I laid down a layer of towels. My neighbor giggled knowingly as I did so. I was surprised when the movie logo came up. It was a porno! One of my favorites in fact, Pee Devil 1. I instantly shot her a glance and she grinned.

"This is my favorite series," I exclaimed, my cock standing at full attention.

"Aww, I was hoping to surprise you. And I can see how much you like it," she said, smiling at me stroking my erection. "It's one of my favorites too. I've watched em all like a bajillion times."

"Me too, they've been a great inspiration. They really get it, especially her," I said motioning to the stunning, topless, brunette wetting her panties on purpose in her bed.

"Yeah, she's gorgeous and you can tell she really likes doing it too," Kelsey replied, her hand now tucked into her crotch.

We continued to watch the movie, discussing our favorite scenes and volumes. As the movie progressed our drinks became empty and I soon needed to pee. Watching the model pee in naughty places around her home several times already wasn't helping. I glanced over to Kelsey, her eyes were glued to the screen, watching the model's pierced pussy pee on her patio after just wetting her dress and pink panties. Her fingers idling playing with her snatch. I had never watched porn with a partner before, let alone get to discuss the finer points of pee porn. It was really thrlling.

"Mmm, I can never tell if I like peeing naked or wetting more," Kelsey said.

"I don't think one is better than the other. They're different experiences," I replied. "You're supposed to pee naked, or at least without obstruction, at least as far as society goes."

"Yeah but society says you're not supposed to do it in front of other people and only in the toilet which makes this so hot," she said. To make her point she spread her legs a bit and sighed. A hissing erupted from between her legs and I saw a clear fan twisting into a stream pattering onto the towels I placed on the couch. The stream was picking up strength and started to shoot out between her legs and onto the carpet.

"Mmm, and it's so nice not having to get up," she moaned.

"True, but you're also not supposed to pee your pants or anything else for that matter," I interjected. Not feeling particularly in one way or the other I felt I had to take the other side of the argument. "And you don't have to get up to wet yourself either," I continued.

While neither of us were wearing clothes to wet, I did the next best thing. I sat back and spread my legs. Folding the blue towel I was sitting, I fit it between my legs and flipped the end back towards me, hiding my now soft junk from sight. My dick felt cozy it it's soft cocoon. My bladder didn't need much coaxing and soon a slow stream was leaking from my penis into the cloth fabric. A steady warmth started to spread, swallowing up my member as my stream picked up. The poor towel was starting to show it's use as the wetness started to spread around my balls. A dark patch was starting to form on the outside, showing anyone who was looking exactly what I was doing, as if the loud hissing and sqlashing originating from my crotch wasn't enough. Well and the fact that I basically told my companion what I was going to do.

"This feels better than when wetting myself at the park," I said. "Nothing beats a good fluffy towel."

"I would do the same thing all the time before I got my own place," Kelsey shared. "It's great to hump when your done too." She giggled.

By now her bladder was empty and she was intently leaning over, watching the wet patch on my towel grow larger and larger.