Phil And Lola Ch 03 Confession

Story from last chapter continues here -

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"You did WHAT?"

I sighed and repeated what I'd said.

"I diapered Carly before her trip home."

Lola stared at me with her mouth open. I could not read her facial expression at that moment. Would it turn into anger or something else?

"So you had a regular meeting and suddenly you put her cooch in a diaper, hm?"

"It was not that fast and simple," I shrugged.

She was silent for a while, then resumed asking questions.

"What else did you do with her?"

"Nothing," I told the truth.

"But you must have seen her pussy."

"That I did, I am not going to lie."

Another short pause.

"Did you touch her?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't act like an idiot. I am asking if you touched her cunt."

"I did. Very briefly, with a wet wipe. Nothing else."

Lola watched me and I was sweating like a bank robber interrogated by a police officer. Sexy police officer.

"Was she that dirty?"

"What?"

"That she needed to be cleaned by a wet wipe."

"Well, she peed her panties a little before."

"Oh god," Lola rolled her eyes up and sighed loudly.

"And you did all of that in a meeting room?" she asked.

"No, we started there, but finished -- here."

I had less trouble to confess that I cleaned her vagina than admit that I brought her to our house.

"Here? Like you mean HERE here?" she asked pointing her fingers around the room.

"Well, yes, here," I said pointing to the sofa.

"There? Like exactly there?" she asked also pointing to the sofa.

To a third person our dialogue would resemble a comedy sketch by that moment.

She pulled bottle of wine from fridge and poured herself generously in a glass.

"I want to hear it all," she commanded standing at the kitchen island. I felt quite a pressure in my own bladder. In general I need to pee quite often. And even more when I am nervous.

But I told her the whole story of course.

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When I finished first thing she wanted was me to read the message I received out loud. She was shaking her head again.

"What is she thinking?"

"Well, her biggest worry was if you will be mad about it. She respects you very much."

"Yeah, she respects me so much that she exhibited her pissed cooch for you."

I shrugged again.

"I am sorry. I didn't mean to offend you in any way. I tried really hard not to step over any serious, like sexual, border. But I couldn't resist to do at least something totally small. And this was exactly that - something little."

She was still a bit dismissive.

"Did you jerk off after she left?"

Interesting question we have here all of a sudden.

"No," I replied with heroic face expression.

"Were you not aroused?"

"I was."

"But you did not jerk off?"

"No. Because if I did I would not be able to tell you or myself that it was just something small, would I?"

She measured me with her eyes like she always do when I say something that feels it was cut out of a book.

"Do you have to pee?" she asked.

"Why do you ask?"

"Phillip, you are like a 3rd grade boy who has to pee all the time."

"You exaggerate it."

"No, I don't," she dismissed and finished the glass.

"I think I still don't understand some details," Lola added.

I smiled willingly - "What more can I tell you?"

"I don't want you to tell me anything. You will show me."

"How?" I asked like a dummy.

"You started with tea, yes?"

I was bit surprised where the conversation was going.

"Yeah. Well, she started. I did not have one."

"It does not have to be that accurate. Make us both tea, please," Lola said, took out her phone and started playing with it.

I did not debate it. It looked like she is not mad, it even seemed to take an interesting twist. I squeezed my penis a little coming to the kitchen to ease the pressure my need to pee was causing.

I prepared tea and Lola was playing with her phone for the whole time. I cooled the liquid a bitm like I did for Carlym so it can be consumed sooner.

"So we drink it, no?" she said.

"Yeah, sure."

While we were drinking our teas she asked me questions about the official part of the meeting with Carly and I wanted to know another important information about her workday as well.

When my cup was empty I asked - "What now?"

"Hm," Lola replied and it seemed like she was thinking really hard about it for few seconds.

"You said she wet herself a bit before the diapering business, no?"

"That's correct. Where are you heading with this?"

"I've peed my panties right now. And maybe not even that little," she said casually.

My sight turned directly to her crotch. She was wearing light pants and you could see that they are definitelly damp in the crotch. Our eyes met.

"You are naughty," I stated.

"Well there is more where it came from. And you know I cannot pee just a little. It all needs to be released now fast. And when you were SO helpful to others..."

"Lay down here and wait," I ordered pointing to the exact place on the sofa.

She sat down, leaned back slightly and opened her legs showing me her wet crotch in tan pants. Wonderful sight it was.

Second time that day I went to the cloak room and produced a diaper from the closet. Well, two diapers to be exact. I grabbed also the wet wipes and hurried back downstairs.

When I put down the gear Lola said - "You didn't say anything about the second diaper before."

"There wasn't second one. But I did not need to piss like a racehorse before."

She said nothing to that but patted her damp crotch instead - "Come on."

I had no reason not to comply, so I pulled down her pants and examined her very wet thong.

In other situation I would touch and caress it profoundly. But here I was bound to recreate my previous experience, so I just pulled the thong down and put it aside.

Then I grabbed a wet wipe and cleaned her pussy lips very lightly. Her eyes were fixed to my face the whole time.

"If you please," I asked kindly if she would lift her ass up.

I slipped the diaper under her, wrapped it and fixed with stickers.

"And you are set," I announced and added - "Now you should put on those wonderfully sprinkled pants, get in a car and head home, so it all happens like before."

She looked at me.

"But I am home already."

"Then I guess this is where the previous and current narratives split."

"Yes, mostly because Carly is not allowed to do this -"

She stood up and put her left hand behind my neck. We started kissing and I used both of my hands to caress her diapered butt and crotch. With her right hand she rubbed my balls but then started to massage my underbelly and full bladder.

"Be careful down there," I moaned.

"Or what?"

"Or I will piss in my pants."

"So?"

"I would be ashamed of course," I replied in dramatic tone.

"So?"

I felt how the diaper between her legs slowly thickens and gets warmer and warmer. Her sweet-scented pee was being soaked up by the padding.

"You need to pay some price for your misbehaviour earlier today," she said mischievously.

That was fair point. So I stopped fighting the urge that was already almost unbearable with her hand pressing against my underbelly.

For few seconds nothing happened. Even after years of practicing the pee fetish you still need to convince your body every single time that at the moment it is okay to drench whatever you are wearing.

Finally slow trickle escaped from the tip of my penis and got absorbed in the fabric. I pushed and stronger stream started to flow in my pants and I also felt it run down my left leg.

Lola moved her hand to my crotch and flinched back quickly when she touched the wet spot.

"Already?" she asked.

"I told you I cannot hold it anymore. And now you are surprised?"

To that she said nothing, we just stayed there lips locked and me still peeing with my eyes closed in pants and on the tiled floor.

Lola moved her feet away slightly so they didn't get wet in the puddle and she sat back on the sofa.

"You pissed yourself like a boy. Shame on you."

"Well that sounds weird coming from somebody who sits here in drenched adult diaper."

"Blah blah, that is a girl think. It is completely allowed for me to release my sweet-girl pee in a comfortable way like this."

I pulled my pants down and started jerking my piss soaked dick.

"But you are supposed to hold it like an adult, not wee in your trousers AGAIN," she continued.

I was stroking my penis faster and faster.

"So I don't know why you think you can diaper some unfamiliar cunt, when it is you who needs to wear the padding under your pants."

I grabbed her hand and wrapped it around my dick. I know she does not like to touch it when it is wet from my urine but I was not thinking straight at the moment.

But she did not protest and continued with the much needed handjob right away.

After thirty seconds my penis got harder and I orgasmed pumping the cum on her hand and some also dripping on the floor. It was quite intense.

Lola cleaned her hand with a wipe and lied down on her back on the sofa. Her right hand made its way into the diaper and she started to pleasure herself.

"You have cleanup to do," she said with eyes closed becoming focused on the current target. Or actually multiple targets I was sure.

I pulled down the pants completely and stepped out of the wet clothes. I am not proud of it but I used my shirt to dry my feet so I could go take a shower without making a mess around the house.

When I entered the bathroom I heard Lola moan loudly as she reached first climax.

I showered and washed my bottom generously. My mind was strangely blank the whole time, head completely empty after the events of past few hours.

I returned to the living room with a mop. It was my puddle, so of course I have to take care of it.

Lola was still lying on the sofa, now with a phone in her hand. I made a three fingers gesture to her as a question.

"Four times," she replied to that.

You wicked thing, I thought to myself and started to clean the floor.

"What about your diaper?" I asked.

"Since you are the professional here, won't you change me? Or do you do this only for others?"

"Change? You want another one?"

"You should put one on as well, so we can watch a movie or something - without you sitting in a puddle on the couch."

I wanted to protest - that I don't need protection really. But why argue?

"And if you are good," she added, "I will change my mind and I won't text Carly what happened to your pants."

"You want to do WHAT?"

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