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Very hot story.Made my panties so wet while i rubbed kitty.

What's your email, Sarah? I'd love to chat.

such a sad ending :( but i'm glad they met, about to meet the woman who will turn me soon :)

Oh god i got so wet from reading this, I'm so horny now and i have no way to fix it. I NEED TO CUM

Hot and sexy story and very well written.

The woman whom I'd lusted after for months picked me up at the end of a meeting where I was elected chairwoman. We drove through pouring rain to celebrate at a music club. After we walked to her car through a momentary break in the downpour we sat looking at each other, then began to embrace and kiss. We drove to a secluded street near my house (I'm married to a man -- we no longer have sex) and stopped in a park with mist rolling through the trees and rain drumming on the car roof. The inside of the car got even more humid than outside. We'd each worn long, loose dresses, KJ also had tights on, but we soon could smell our scents of high arousal. We talked about what we smelled like, worried that since we had each just finished our period we might not be appealing to the other. But of course we were, yet we decided to go slowly, keeping our hands on the outside of the other's thighs and breasts. We could have moved to the back of her station wagon and rubbed each other from head to toe -- as we wanted, but that night holding back was the right thing, or neither of us might've returned to our respective houses. I told KJ that on my honeymoon my husband said he didn't want to go down on me anymore because it turned him off, not because of the smell, he said, but because he associated it with urination. I'd been speechless then -- it obviously detracted from our sex life. KJ's soft, reassuring voice told me she had no such qualms: "I'm not squeamish, darling, and in fact I have to pee right now, so I hope you aren't, either." I stood over her with an umbrella next to the car as she squatted, thinking about her tights and panties. We then changed positions, with KJ shielding me from the rain. "I'm taking a chance, saying this, I know," she said. "Cyndi, when we get together at my house would you take a shower with me and pee on my breasts when I kneel in front of you?" I felt faint to hear her ask this. She suggested each of us drink pineapple juice for several days, and oh, it was so beautiful to have her turn off the water just before I released a warm golden flow onto this wonderful woman's torso. We both swooned. Fifteen years later we remain lovers with few boundaries to what we do together.