"Dammit," she growled to herself. "Gotta go."
Susan O'Malley flew down the street, a familiar one where friends lived, on her daily five-mile run. She was nearing her street, but that was several minutes away and she had to pee and pee badly. She loved the sensation when she had someone to share it with, but she was alone this day.
Susan was a well-kept, still beautiful and quite horny 65-year-old silky haired blonde with a rather unique fetish, one she constantly satisfied wherever she could find release. She was a pee freak, loving nothing more than dominating young men, and the occasional woman, with her golden juices. But today, as she ran alone, this pee urge was anything but sexual, overcoming her as she turned the corner to Elm Street. Where one of her good friends, Alana Collins lived.
This being a small town where crime was a rarity, very few people locked their doors. Susan was counting on that as she neared Alana's big house not far from the beach, and darted into the seashell driveway and up the stairs. She was just putting her hand on the door, the urge to piss strong and sure, the first trickle oozing out to flood her abundantly haired pussy, when she heard the noise.
Susan knew the sound of sex. And this was the sound of sex. One voice, a woman, a girl's, coming from just inside the window near the front door, soft, urgent, insistent. The sound of someone about to cum. She pinched off the urge to pee and carefully looked in the open window, through the louvered shutters inside.
"Mmmmm....oh fuck...oh fuck...so hot...." the voice said.
She could only see the back of a blonde head, a young blonde head, as the girl sat on the couch by the window and before her, a laptop open, images on the screen, a video. The girl was clearly playing with herself, thighs splayed wide, her right arm extended between them. Susan saw the muscles of the girl's right shoulder, visible in her tiny halter top, flex and ripple as her hand worked between those marvelously slim, smooth legs.
"Wow," Susan thought to herself. "Who...."
The girl's head turned side to side in pre-orgasmic convulsions. Susan made out the face. It was Amy, Alana's drop-dead gorgeous 20-year-old granddaughter. Susan had talked to her friend a few weeks ago and now recalled her saying that Amy was spending part of her college summer break with her granny, a widow.
"Well I'll be damned," Susan laughed in a whisper, watching Amy frigging her pussy, watching the video image on the screen.
Susan looked more closely at it as the video clip neared its end and the words "Cougars and Their Kittens" flashed across the screen. Amy groaned at the interruption, leaning forward to loop the video again, then leaned back to continue frantically fingering her snatch, Susan behind her just a couple of feet away, watching wide eyed.
She couldn't believe her luck. There on the screen, after a couple of minutes of video foreplay, was an older woman sitting on the face of a young girl, drenching her in piss! Susan groaned to herself, clenching her meaty, muscular thighs as she watched, feeling the need to cum mix with the urge to piss as Amy's hand worked herself into a thigh-snapping frenzy.
Formulating her plan on the fly, Susan walked to the door and opened it, calling out "Hellooooo! Anyone home? Alana?"
She heard the desperate rustling inside, the laptop snapping shut, the sound of clothes being pulled back on.
"Uh, hello?" Amy's nervous voice called out.
Susan walked around the corner, Amy's wide eyed look taking in the sexy form of her granny's friend, a supple, sweaty blonde in tiny white running shorts and soaking wet t-shirt clinging to her firm torso.
"Amy!" Susan called out, walked up to the girl who rose from the couch, face red.
"Oh, hi Mrs. O'Malley," she said as calmly as she could.
"Honey, it's been so long since I've seen you, you're all grown up!" Susan said, drawing the girl to her in a tight hug, arms around Amy's slender back, feeling that young flesh tremble in her grip. "Honey, are you OK, you're a bit flushed?"
She held the girl's slim shoulders at arm's length, looking at her. Amy smiled that nervous smile.
"Uh, no, I'm fine, I was just...was just uh...working out a bit, ya know," she mumbled.
"Oh, I know, so was I," Susan said, stepping back and folding her arms across her chest to look at Amy. "I was just running and had to...well, I have to pee so bad, I couldn't hold it! So I came here, hoping the door was open. Where's your grandmother, still at work?"
"Uh, yeah, she gets out around 5 I think," Amy said, looking at the clock that read 4, frustrated that Susan had cut her orgasm short and figuring a way to get rid of her so she could get back to the task at hand.
"So you're here to keep your old granny company for awhile, that's so nice, so nice," Susan smiled, eyeballing the sexy young girl up and down, marveling at the creamy smoothness of that luscious tanned flesh, her legs long and lean, perky little tits pressed against the halter. "Listen, we'll catch up in a minute, but now..."
She pointed a thumb back over her shoulder.
"Mind if I use the bathroom?" she said. "I gotta pee sooooooo badly, and you know when you gotta pee, you gotta pee!"
She noticed the visible change in Amy's eye each time she said 'pee,' and she smiled. 'This naughty little trollop has a thing for older woman pee does she?' Susan thought. 'Well, well, well...'
"No, sure, not at all, go pee Mrs. O'Malley," Amy said softly, watching Susan turn and walk away, eyeing those sturdy old legs, covered in tanned, slightly wrinkled skin but pulsating with muscle beneath, her solid calves rippling above her short white athletic socks and sneakers.
"Thanks hon," Susan laughed. "Won't take long, I gotta gusher working here?"
Amy groaned as Susan turned the corner to the hallway bathroom, imagining the sexy older woman's "gusher," a thick torrent of golden hot piss streaming from her presumably hairy pussy. She stood for a second then slowly worked her way around the corner. The door was half shut and she heard the sound of shorts slithering down legs. She gulped and walked closer, darting to the other side of the open door unseen, leaning against the wall, listening.
Susan knew, of course, the girl was there. She'd heard the shuffling steps, saw the shadow of her glide past the door purposely left afar. She smiled, shimmied out of her satiny short shorts, turning with her back to the door, swaying hips side to side as she slowly tugged them down. Knowing Amy was watching.
It was a golden opportunity, Amy knew, to see up close and personal what she'd only seen in video, on a computer screen, on her cell phone. She boldly peered around the corner just as Susan was slipping the shorts down, her creamy white ass, offset by those wonderfully tanned legs below, gleaming in a dimply ripple of sexy older-woman fleshiness. Amy groaned, caught herself, went silent, and snuck a hand down her short shorts, fingering her soaking young cunt.
Susan hummed happily to herself, turned and dropped her shorts to her feet, kicking them away. Amy pulled back slightly as she did, not wanting to get caught, and watched, hypnotized, as Susan's big gray bush exploded into view. She fingered herself more insistently now, as Susan squatted, thighs spread, that bush hidden by the t-shirt hanging in front of it. The sound was next, that glorious rush of hot water to cold, the splashdown of steaming piss into the bowl. Amy's fingers flashed more madly in her lusty young pussy, eyes half shut, focused. She bit her lower lip as she heard Susan grunt out the last droplets, the forceful flow ending too soon, the remainder of that golden juice tinkling delicately to the water.
She was about to cum and cum harder than she ever had as she watched. To her horror, Susan looked up -- directly into the eyes so desperately watching her. She winked.
"Well, dearie, what have we here?" Susan growled, sitting back, letting her thighs fall apart, that gray bush twinkling with piss drops. "Get in here girl. Now."
Amy froze, snapping out of her shame long enough to yank her hand from her pants, hiding the glistening finger behind her back and stammering, "Mrs...Mrs. O'Malley..I was just walking by...honestly, I was...."
"I said now, little girl," Susan said sternly, not moving to close her legs an inch.
Amy nervously shuffled in, pushing the door aside and standing just inches before the woman on the toilet. She breathed in the scent of fresh piss, knowing it was still warm in the bowl, and wanted nothing more than to finish herself off, ramming her fingers into her sopping pussy.
That was a lie, she realized. She wanted more. So much more.
"You're not fooling anyone, honey child," Susan said pleasantly, arms folded over her chest, her legs slowly bouncing open and back towards each other, a rhythmic tease that took Amy's glance to them, staring at the sexy, freckled tanned flesh, wrinkled by too many years in the sun but incredibly firm and supple, the sway of loosened inner thigh muscles driving her crazy.
"I saw, Amy, I saw what you were doing, what you were watching," Susan continued, reveling in Amy's gathering shame, her pretty face gone deep red. "Pretty interesting stuff you had on, girl, pretty interesting stuff."
She let the words hang in the air, loving the aura of humiliation around the now trembling pretty blonde before her and adding to them with "What will your granny say, hmmmm?"
