"Glad you enjoyed it then. Can I go home now?"
Funny, but I was hoping she had enjoyed it, or parts of it at least. That's how it is in stories, isn't it? The girl starts by hating it and ends up creaming herself. This one was determined to go through with it and equally determined to have nothing more to do with it than she had to, emotionally speaking. Unless it was more that she didn't want to admit to anything- after all she had managed to get her juices flowing. Either way, so be it. No reason for me to be through with her yet though - chance of a lifetime, and might as well make the best of it.
"Go Home? Don't you believe it. Only mid-morning. I'll have a few more ideas as soon as I've got some lead back in my pencil." She snorted resignedly and put down her cup.
"I need to go to the toilet," she said, "Shall I go to the office one?"
"No, use mine," I said generously, "I'll come and watch you."
"Oh no!" she said, but with resignation.
She went in and sat on the seat.
"You'll have to perch your legs up," I said, "Otherwise I don't get the view. And hold yourself open - we don't want you dribbling all over yourself." I crouched in front of her.
"I can't get going," she said, "Not with you watching."
I go up briefly to turn on the cold tap in the basin, an old army trick. In a couple of moments off she shot, a thick fraying stream bursting out of the tiny hole above her vagina which one normally would not notice but seemed slightly distended by the flow. It splashed vigorously on the front of the pan. I stuck my fingers in the flow and gave them lick. She looked rather scornful, as I suppose she well might.
"Quite tasty," I said, "Rather acid."
"What do you expect?" She dribbled to a stop, gathered a clump of toilet paper, and wiped herself. "I don't see what you get out of it."
"Prurient curiosity," I said. For the first time in the whole business she gave a laugh, showing bright white teeth hitherto not much in evidence.
"I need one too," I said, "You can have a sip." I stood up, turned off the tap which I could not see myself needing, and flourished my cock at her.
"Come on," I said, like someone gently wheedling a child, "Come and get it. Get my cock all nice and warm in your mouth and have a lovely drinky."
"Shit," she said.
"Luckily for you that's not something interests me."
She knelt at my feet and took my knob in her mouth.
"No spilling mind," I said, and let it come, but slowly to give her time to get it down. Also I didn't want to use it all up. She gulped away, face screwed up in distaste. I stopped and pulled out.
"Nice?" I asked.
"Like hell."
"Take off the rest of your kit and get in the shower."
"What now?" But she did it. First time I had seen her naked. Lovely firm breasts, as she backed up against the far wall of the shower. Fat nipples on a huge dark brown bases like gun emplacements. Just the dark shadow of the slit of her cunt, under its covering of hair.
I stood in the entrance to the shower and pissed at her, wielding my cock like a fire hose over her breasts and her cunt. The pale liquid drifted down her legs. My stream ebbed and vanished and I wished I'd had more to give. A new experience. Curiously satisfying.
"Did you have to do that?" she said, her nose wrinkled up. Well, no, I didn't have to, but why not?
I stepped in, got the shower head down from its holder, turned on the tap, and showered the front of her down. Then chucked her a towel from the shelf.
"You get on and dry yourself," I said.
"I'm not really clean."
