A fetish that I was introduced to by Paul had now become almost an addiction.
My mother knew about my panty habit but thankfully was accepting that I just liked buying and wearing lacy underwear.
The peeing was the part of this that really got me off. The slipping on of some nice lace or sheer panties, sliding on my clothes and then setting off out to find somewhere to pee. The more risk involved the bigger the turn on.
My trip with Clare to buy lingerie and the subsequent trip home being a case in point, there was no way we weren't spotted, but hey who would be brave enough to call you out.
This story is about another friend who surprised me with a request that led to some fun, not on the Clare and Paul level of fun but a few months of fooling around.
My friends name was Chris, I had known this guy for years, we'd always been friends, not close but knocked around with each other fairly regularly.
Nothing had ever happened between us, he knew nothing of my other life, we were just friends.
His parents had a place in France and he asked if I'd like to come away for 10 days or so with him and his parents. We were both old enough now that we knew we'd be spending most of our time without the parents. All I could think about was how in those 10 days was I going to satisfy both my pee and panty habit.
I packed a bag the day before leaving, had spoken to both Paul and Clare about my frustrations but packed some nice lacy panties anyway thinking at some point I may get some me time.
When we got out to his parents place it was beautiful. Secluded enough, surrounded by pine forests and some amazing scenery but also had a pool.
Our bedroom was at one end of the house, the parents at the other. We had an en-suite bathroom and a door that opened into the side garden. It was idyllic.
First thing was a trip to the supermarket, plenty of beer required, cheap wine and even spirits. I knew his parents liked a drink but hopefully I'd remember the next 10 days.
It was only the first night, we settled on the patio, the BBQ was fired up, the beer was cold, life was good.
As the night wore on the drink was definitely taking its toll, we chatted but eventually the parents called it a night.
Chris and I sat out on the patio for a bit longer but even we had succumbed. It had been a long day.
We crept back to the bedroom and closed the door, small lamps lit the room. Being me and moderately drunk I stripped off down to nothing and climbed onto the bed, it was warm so the thought of laying under something was not appealing.
Chris was a little bit more subdued but stripped down to his boxers, trying desperately to conceal he had a bit of a hard on.
As I lay there I couldn't help myself and started to touch my cock, it didn't take long for me to have a full blown hard on. I stroked and teased my tip occasionally wrapping my hand around my whole length and giving it a couple of hard strokes.
I looked over and saw that Chris had his hand in his shorts and was rubbing away, oblivious to the fact I was watching.
I always loved to watch guys wank off, in porn, with Paul, whenever, It got me really hard.
Chris looked over at my cock and noticed I was engrossed in what he was doing. What happened next completely threw me, he wriggled out of his shorts revealing his considerable cock, looked over at me and asked if I wanted to sit closer and watch him finish. I didn't need asking twice.