I woke early that first morning after, had to get up to use the bathroom, and stepped quietly around the bed so as not to wake her. One foot landed on something a little stiff but also soft and smooth. I looked down, squinted in the soft gray light coming through the curtains, and realized I'd stepped on her panties from last night. I moved on to the bathroom, but that stiffness I'd felt underfoot clouded my mind. Trying to ignore it was useless. My cock began to grow as I thought about the mixture of her juices and a stranger's cum drying on the floor in our bedroom, stiffening the fabric of the panties I'd chosen for her to wear. I returned to the bedroom and sat on the bed next to her.
She sighed as I stroked my fingers over her bare shoulder, just above the sheet. I pushed the sheet lower, let my fingers drift up along her jaw line, down her neck, over her breast, tracing her soft nipple. She opened her eyes a bit, watching me. I traced a slow circle around her nipple. She shifted on to her back, set one foot on the bed and let her leg fall open. The sheet fell away, now covering only the leg that rested flat on the bed. My fingers moved lower, slowly, grazing her skin, leaving gooseflesh behind. I let my middle finger slip down between her legs, my cock jumped slightly as it passed over her thin streak of hair there, matted and stiff like her panties. She sighed, then squeezed her legs shut, clamping my hand in place.
"I gotta pee first." she whispered.
I pressed my hand between her legs, used my free hand to press on her shoulder, push her back on the bed. She giggled, squirmed away and slid off the other side, then trotted around the bed and past me.
"Save me some." I said.
She stopped, turned to look at me. "You bad boy." she whispered, smiling, then disappeared in to the bathroom.
I mentioned noticing an emerging theme as Ginger escalated our cuckold sex play to its apex, as I described in "Ginger Goes All The Way". She'd resisted being with another man for years since we'd started dating seriously, but over the course of months had given in completely. The prospect of my "cleaning" her after she'd been with someone else seemed to be the thing that pushed her over the edge.
Ginger and I met in an online chat room. We were both married to others at the time. She was so easy to seduce when we started talking that I first suspected she was a guy playing a woman. Thinking back though, she'd warned that her husband was sleeping in the next room, and initially resisted anything more than innuendo. That changed when she asked what I wanted to do. I replied that I'd like to lick her, for hours, and that had loosened her up. She asked for details, so I told her I'd need her out of the jeans she'd told me she was wearing before going on, and before I could blink she told me she had them off. Despite my doubts, it was a big turn on to think of her sitting there in her panties, touching herself as I told her what I'd do, all with her husband one room away. I'd thought to myself that if this was really a girl, then this girl is going to be some fun. I was right.
Much later, after we'd met live a couple of times and were getting to know each other better, I asked what she liked best about sex with me. She admitted that it drove her crazy the way I always went down on her. I really do love it, and especially love it with her, probably because she is so responsive and loves it so much back. We talked more and I was shocked to learn that no one had ever done it to her before she met me in person.
Her husband had been her first boyfriend and first lover. In high school when they dated, she'd given him blow jobs and liked doing it, but when she hinted for him to reciprocate, he'd acted disgusted and told her he'd never do that because she was dirty down there. Being young, she hadn't known better and thought that maybe she had something wrong with her, so she had just gone without. My telling her it was the first thing I wanted to do to her had peaked her interest in me from the start.
We were still fooling around, meeting when we could, when I turned her on to Literotica. She told me she was reading stories now and then. She was divorced and getting in to her wild phase. I was still married. Once, about a week before I was going to see her, she said she wanted to try something she'd read in a story, but she was afraid to ask me about it.
I thought, "Uh oh." I've read some wild stuff after all, but told her to just ask, and if I didn't want to do it then I'd tell her so.
She finally got around to telling me about stories she'd been reading where a guy would lick his partner after she had peed. I was interested and asked her to tell me more. She didn't want to pee on me she'd said, but the thought of me licking her just after she'd peed made her hot. I have always been all about making her hot, so said I was up for it.
I flew in to Atlanta the next Tuesday for a business trip and picked her up from work. I was there until Friday for a conference with a pretty easy schedule and planned on spending most of my time with her. She'd taken off Thursday and Friday.
I was anticipating doing what she'd asked, had been thinking of it and was pretty hot to try it, but she didn't mention it Tuesday night. In bed, after we'd worked off missing each other, I asked about it and she got all shy. She said maybe the next night and that she just wanted to enjoy me for the first night.
I picked her up from work again Wednesday and we went to my hotel. She went in the bathroom, I offered to follow. She was just freshening up, she told me, and had already peed before leaving work. I was a little bummed, but could tell she was still being shy about it.
We worked up an appetite, showered together and then dressed to go out. I got her drinking and loosened her up a bit, started touching her lightly, rubbing her legs, caressing her, while we sat at a bar listening to a band. She was getting worked up, told me she'd go pee and then we could go back to the hotel. I took her wrist, told her no, then got up and pulled her toward the door. We went around the back by some dumpsters. It was dark, a bit seedy. I pushed her against a fence, started kissing her and feeling her up. She was breathless, I was all over her, mouth on hers, then her neck, biting her ears, pinching her nipples through her top. I undid her jeans. She grabbed my wrist.
"I really need to pee Thomas." she said.
"I know. Do it here." I replied.
She kissed me hard. "Are you sure?"
I nodded and pushed her jeans down.
"This is so bad...so bad." she whispered, looking around, pulling her panties down over her knees.
She squatted, back braced against the fence. I slid a finger over her slit. She giggled.
"I can't go if you're going to do that.", so I stopped. She said "I don't think I can."
I knelt in front of her, kissed her, told her to relax. She sighed. After a bit I heard something wet hitting the dirt, just a dribble at first, then another, then a stream. A hot smell drifted up. She looked embarrassed, but the smell turned me on. I put my finger in to the stream, and she gasped and stopped. I looked in her eyes, brought my finger to my mouth and licked it. It tasted salty, it was hot, but it wasn't unpleasant. She shook her head, started again.
The slope beneath the fence took most of it away from us. I pushed her to her feet, leaned in, tried to lick her, but with her jeans and panties around her ankles I couldn't get close enough. I tugged off her shoe, pulled roughly at her jeans to get them off one leg. She stood above me squeezing my shoulder.
"Thomas..stop...let's go to the car."
I shook my head and got her jeans over her foot, pushed her legs apart, and ran my tongue over her slit. It was wet, drops of her urine still there. She gasped again. I licked at her more and she loosened up, pulled her leg up and put her thigh on my shoulder. I pushed my face in to her.
"Oh god...Thomas, that is so dirty...god I love it...lick my dirty pussy Thomas."
It seemed, I thought, that my willingness to have her after being "dirtied" by another guy was what pushed her over the brink to fulfill my fantasy then.
The bathroom door opened and broke me from my reminiscing. I'd stretched out, propped up on an elbow. She stepped to the bed, put one foot on it next to my elbow, put a hand on my head and pressed lightly, putting me flat on the bed. Lowering herself over me, she took command. Her slit glistened above me, then touched on to my lips. Her scent was strong this morning. I began licking greedily.
