To Pee Or Not To Pee

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My wife had just pulled my pants off my legs when the phone rang. She was standing over me as I sat on the couch, wearing the transparent blue nightie she knew I loved.

"Shit!" I said.

"Don't answer it," she said.

"I have to, Terri. There's a lot of last minute stuff going on before the conference tomorrow. It might be important."

I glanced at my watch. It was 9:00. I got up off the couch, and standing there in my underwear, I picked up the phone.

"Tom Gentry."

"Mr. Gentry, this is Lisa Martin from the second floor. I mean, I'm not on the second floor now... I'm at home, but I work on the second floor and I'm so terribly sorry to bother you at home, but I'm only calling because Mr. Jenkins told me to call you."

It was a woman's voice. It sounded like a young woman. The second floor... the depths of hell... the accounting department. Sam Jenkins, the head of accounting, I thought to myself. Over the years I'd had plenty of run-ins with him. Every time one of our engineers needed as much as a penny for what they were working on, they had to go through Sam. What trouble had he brewed up for me now?

My wife had moved in front of me, and began grinding her ass against my crotch. I could feel my cock coming to attention.

"Am I interrupting you, Mr. Gentry? Do you have one quick second?"

"Tom," I said.

There was a pause.

"I mean, call me Tom. No, you're not interrupting anything. What did the old scoundrel want you to call me for?"

There was a giggle on the other end of the line.

"No, he doesn't want anything, I mean, he just told me to call you because I want something. I mean, I don't want something, I'd like to ask something...because he told me to."

She sounded nervous. Meanwhile, I slipped my briefs down and nestled my now hard cock between Terri's warm asscheeks.

"Go on," I said.

"Well, I'm only calling because Mr. Jenkins said I should..."

"So tell me what you want?"

I was beginning to get a little annoyed. Terri leaned forward, and with my free hand, I brought my cock down until it slid between the mounds of her pussy. She let out a little moan.

"O.K., sorry," she said, "You know the conference tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"Well, I would never ask you this Mr. Gentry..."

"Tom," I interrupted.

"Tom, I'm sorry. I would never ask you this...Tom, but Mr. Jenkins said I should call you. I've only worked here for four months, I mean, I'm just new in accounting, but he thought I should go to the conference to get a little background about what the industry is all about."

I slowly thrust my hips forward, causing my hard cock to slowly slide into Terri's wet passage. I let out a little groan.

"Mr. Gentry, are you still there?"

"Yes, I'm still here. Tell me what you want."

"Sorry," she said, "It was all planned I'd be going to the conference with Mrs. Russell..."

Terri moaned again as I pushed deeper inside her.

"Anyway, something personal came up with Mrs. Russell, and she can't go until the day after tomorrow, and I don't have a car, I take the bus to work, and I know this is asking a lot, but Mr. Jenkins told me to ask you if I might possibly...if I might possibly get a ride with you."

Christ, I thought, she's finally come to the point. The conference was about a four-hour drive from our headquarters, and since there was no direct flight, the four or five of us who were going had decided to drive.

Now, Terri was thrusting herself back and forth against me, her ass slapping hard against my pelvis.

"Uh, I guess," I said, "where do you live?"

"Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Gentry..."

"Tom."

"Thank you so much...Tom. And it's not out of your way, Mr. Jenkins said. He said you go right by my apartment on your way to the interstate."

Meanwhile, Terri had one hand braced on the coffee table as she increased the speed and force of her back and forth motions. I could see her other hand was busy too, fingering her pussy.

"O.K., give me your address," I said.

I had to lean backward and stretch my arm out to reach a pen and piece of paper on the bookshelf. Trying to keep my hand steady as Terri rocked back and forth against me, I scribbled down the address.

Terri screamed and I could feel a boiling deep in my balls.

"I'll be there about 9:00," I said, as I felt the first blast of cum fly out of my cock.

"And I'm sorry," I asked, my voice quaking, "what's your name again?"

"Lisa," she answered, "and thank you so much, Mr. Jenkins."

"No problem," I moaned, as Terri let out another scream.

Sam owed me big time for this, I thought as I hung up the phone and pounded my spurting cock deeper into Terri's cunt.

*****

Lisa was waiting for me at the curb in front of her apartment. I loaded her suitcase in the trunk.

"Nice car, Mr. Jenkins," she said as she got in, "This will be a first for me. Mercedes is my favorite car, but I've never even been in one before."

"Tom. Call me Tom."

"O.K....Tom. It just feels funny, I mean, with you being an important person in engineering and all, and me a bookkeeper... and you being a little older, I just wanted to..."

"And just how old do you think I am?" I asked, as we pulled onto the street.

"Oh, I wouldn't want to guess," she answered, "I might be too far off either way."

"Well, I'm thirty-nine, and I certainly don't feel like I'm ready for the old folks home just yet."

Lisa giggled.

"Look," I interrupted her, "we're all human beings working for the same company so we're all equally important, and nobody should be calling anybody else by their last name. Except maybe for your boss, Jenkins, I'm not sure he's human."

She looked up me in shock. When she realized I was joking, she put her hand over her mouth and laughed.

"He's O.K. He's a good boss," she said, "He makes sure we're always learning new stuff and new ways to do things. I really like working for him."

Lisa was probably twenty-two, maybe twenty-three, I figured. She had an attractive face, with full red lips and blue eyes that almost seemed to twinkle as she looked at me. She had an expressive, animated way of talking, her hands in constant motion and her facial expressions mirroring her words.

She was medium height, and from what I could see, she had more of a full-figured build, not fat by any means, but definitely not skinny. Her breasts and hips seemed to fill out the skirt and blouse she was wearing.

I soon found out Lisa liked to talk, which was fine with me because four hours is a long drive, I realized, and having her along would certainly make the time go faster. She soon was telling me how she'd moved to the city to attend a two-year business school. Sam had hired her soon after she'd graduated. It had taken her a long time to make new friends, she told me, but she got together regularly with some of the other girls she'd gone to school with.

For some reason, I just felt comfortable listening to Lisa. She had a pleasant, soothing voice and I found myself laughing as she told me stories about her childhood. We'd been talking for at least a half an hour when I suddenly realized I didn't even know if she was married.

"So you're not married?" I asked.

"No way," she laughed, "I'm not ready for that yet."

"Any boyfriends?"

"Uh, yeah," she said in a flat voice.

"You don't seem too excited about him," I said.

"He's alright, I guess. We get along, but most of the time he's just interested in, you know...one thing." Lisa put her hand over her mouth and giggled.

"Yeah, men are real pigs, that's all they ever think about," I said with a chuckle as I glanced at her. She was blushing slightly.

"I mean," she continued, "it's O.K. with me and all, but not all the time."

"It can't be all the time," I said, "or your boyfriend's name would be Superman, Man of Steel."

Lisa laughed.

"No, of course, not all the time like that, but he thinks about it all the time, or at least makes me think about it all the time."

"Makes you? How?" I asked, glancing at her with a confused look on my face.

Her blush seemed to get deeper.

"I mean, he asks things of me...asks me to do things."

"Yeah," I repeated, "men are real pigs. But it takes two to tango."

"I know," she said, "but men can be so stupid sometimes, so silly."

"Like last weekend..." she started to say, but her voice trailed off.

"What?"

"No, it's too silly to talk about."

"Tell me," I said.

"Being in your car reminded me. I mean, it's dumb, not like he's a mad rapist or something, and I don't want you to get the idea I'm some weirdo."

"So tell me."

There was a long pause. Lisa sighed, as if to say, 'what the hell, I'll tell you'.

"We were driving up to the lake. It's like an hour and a half trip, and we're no sooner out of his driveway than he wants me to...take off my jeans and go the rest of the way like that. With nothing on... down there. Is that weird?"

"But you did it?"

There was another pause.

"Yes, but only because he asked me to."

"But if he didn't physically force you, that means you took off your jeans because you wanted to. Right?"

"I guess, but it still felt a little strange sitting there for that long. I mean, with cars passing us and everything."

"You say it was a strange feeling, did you dislike the feeling?"

"I...I didn't...no, I guess not," she said, "but it wasn't just that."

"What else?"

"I mean, dumb things," she continued, "God, I can't believe I'm telling you this stuff. I mean, by the time we're there, you'll know more about me than I do," she said with a laugh.

"Go on."

"Well, you may have noticed I like to talk. I can't help it. I've always been that way. So I end up doing the talking for both of us, for me and my boyfriend, with me saying twenty words for every one of his."

"Some people are like that," I said, "you can't hold it against a person for being the quiet type."

"No, there's more to it than that. When we're alone, he likes me to talk in a way...in a way I'm not used to talking."

"What, like in German or French," I asked with a smile.

"No," she giggled, "not like that. Like, he wants me to talk...dirty. Not just when, you know, we're...doing it, but all the time. Like on that drive to the lake..."

"Tell me."

"No, it's too silly."

"No, really, I want to hear about it," I said, "I really do."

"Well, I'm sitting there beside him, and he wants me to face him, to sort of...you know...show myself to him, so he can see me when we're driving. I was a little scared because he'd take his eyes off the road for so long I was sure we were going to wreck.

"But that's not enough, me without my jeans. I have to say things. Like, for a solid fifteen minutes at a time, I'm not allowed to talk about anything but, you know...sex stuff. And he makes me use all the words I wouldn't normally use. He says it sort of...turns him on. That's got to be weird!"

"Sounds like your boyfriend is pretty normal to me," I said with a chuckle, "and besides, you agreed to do it."

"But only to please him."

"You wouldn't jump off a cliff if he asked you."

"Of course not."

"How about cut off your foot?"

"No," Lisa giggled, "I wouldn't do that either."

"So there, you've set limits on what you'll do to please him. And you do these things either because it brings you pleasure directly, or because it brings you pleasure to bring him pleasure. Or maybe even both."

"I guess you're right," Lisa sighed, "life can be complicated."

"It sure can. Do you like this guy a lot?"

There was a long pause. Then Lisa slowly shook her head.

"No, not really," she said in a small voice.

"But you must have some feelings for him. I mean, if a stranger told you to take off your jeans you wouldn't."

"I certainly wouldn't," Lisa said with a laugh, "because I'm not wearing jeans, I'm wearing a skirt."

"O.K., smart ass, if a stranger told you to take off your skirt."

I glanced at her.

"Hmm," she said, looking at me with her eyebrows furrowed, as if pretending to be deep in thought.

"He'd have to ask first, then I'd see how I felt about it," she said, breaking into a laugh, "If it was some bum on the street, I'd say no, but you never know, if some handsome guy in a Mercedes picked me up..."

Suddenly realizing what she'd said, Lisa put her hands up and covered her face. She turned beet red.

"Oh, God! I didn't mean pick me up in a Mercedes," she said in a stumbling voice, "that's just a phrase. I meant, if some guy in a Jaguar or a nice BMW picked me up."

I turned toward her and chuckled, sympathizing with her embarrassment.

"Whoops," she said with a little giggle.

"What if you knew the guy in the...Jaguar was married?" I asked.

"I don't suppose letting him see me in my panties would wreck his marriage."

"But what if he wanted you to talk dirty to him, like your boyfriend does?"

"I might give him a break, give him a little thrill. Maybe he'd really like it, and maybe his wife is too shy for that sort of thing. And maybe it would make me a little excited too."

"But this guy in the Jaguar, what if he was really attracted to you and you knew you really turned him on, and you knew if he saw you in your panties, and you were talking dirty to him, it would really arouse him, and it would be natural for him to expect... more would happen...later. But you also knew because he was married, nothing permanent could come out of it, it would just be a one time deal."

There was a pause.

"I'd have to consider the situation," Lisa said, "if the stranger was someone I was attracted to, I might consider, uh, getting together with him, even if I knew nothing long term would come out of it. Hey, it's possible this guy would be a great lover and we'd have a terrific time for a couple of days. Then I'd go back to my boyfriend, and he'd go back to his wife, and the two of us would always have fond memories of those brief moments of bliss we spent together."

Lisa giggled, "God, doesn't that sound so romantic! I didn't know I had it in me."

There was another long pause. I turned my head toward her. Suddenly, her eyes and mine locked together, and something happened - some unspoken communication, some subconscious understanding passed between us. For the next several minutes, we were silent. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Lisa turn toward me.

"Do you think the stranger in the Jaguar would like it if I took off my skirt?" Lisa asked softly, "Would it excite him?"

"Yes," I said, "It would excite him a lot."

"And do you think he would really want her to talk dirty to him?"

"Yes," I answered.

"But how would I know he wouldn't be offended by such filthy language? What if it turned him off?"

"It wouldn't turn him off," I said, realizing there was a slight tremor in my voice, "It would really turn him on, no matter what you said. I know."

I turned and looked as Lisa reached down and undid the buttons on the side of her skirt. She raised her hips and slowly slid her skirt down and pulled it off her legs, the entire length of her thighs now visible to me. They looked smooth and soft and inviting. Higher, her panties were partially hidden by the bottom of her blouse. She undid the bottom three buttons and pulled the bottom of her blouse apart until I had a clear view of her stomach, and lower, the contours of her hips filling the shear material of her white panties.

"And do you think the stranger in the Jaguar likes what he sees?" she said in a whisper.

"Yes, he likes it a lot," I said, looking at Lisa, then back at the road.

"Now, I'm running my finger up and down the front of my panties," Lisa continued," It's too bad the stranger in the Jaguar has to keep his eyes on the road, or he'd see the front of my panties were wet."

I glanced down as her fingers slid across her panties, the bottom of them nearly transparent from the moisture.

"And would the stranger in the Jaguar want me to take off my panties do you think? So he could see my pussy?"

"Yes," I said, my voice quivering.

Lisa undid her seatbelt and raised her hips, sliding her panties down her legs. Then, she turned toward me and leaning back against the car door, she put her right foot up on the console, spreading her legs wide apart.

I glanced down at her pussy, now fully exposed. Her pussy hair was brown, and trimmed neatly to a thin vertical strip. Below, the red lips of her pussy gaped open, glistening with moisture.

"I'm taking my finger now," Lisa continued in a soft voice, "and running it down both sides of my pussy, stroking my wet pussy lips."

She let out a little whimper.

"Do you think the stranger would want to see my tits?"

"Yes, I know he would," I said, my voice almost a groan.

Lisa undid the remaining buttons on her blouse and pulled the front of it open. She undid the clasp in the front of her bra and shook her shoulders, allowing her breasts to spring free. Released from the confines of her bra, her breasts were much bigger than I'd imagined. Round and full and heavy, her areoles were at least three inches in diameter, with little brown nipples protruding from their center.

"Now," Lisa continued, "I'm keeping one hand on my pussy and using the other to play with my tits, to stroke them, to caress them, to pinch my nipples and maybe pull on my nipples until it begins to hurt."

I had to use all my will power to keep my eyes focused on the highway.

"Do you suppose by now the stranger would be getting a little aroused?" she asked.

"No, I think by now, he would be very aroused," I answered.

"Do you suppose his cock would be a little hard?"

"No, I think by now his cock would be hard as a rock."

"Good," Lisa continued, "Now, I think I would ask the stranger to undo his pants and take his cock out, so I could see it as I played with myself."

I realized my breath was coming a little faster now. I could feel my erection pushing against my pants, straining to break out. I braced one knee against the steering wheel to steady it, and awkwardly undid my belt and pulled my zipper down. I raised my hips and slid down my briefs, allowing my pulsing cock to spring out into the open.

Lisa let out a little gasp.

"The strangers cock is very big. Much bigger than I'm used to."

"Now," she continued, "it's not my fingers stroking my pussy lips, it's the stranger's hard cock stroking up and down against me. He's...you're rubbing the head of your cock gently against my cuntlips, then you're using it to make little circles around my clitoris. And with your hands, you're gently pinching my nipples, then tugging on them, pulling them.

Lisa was using her hands to mimic her words. She held one nipple in her fingers, and was pulling outward, stretching and distending her breast into a sharp cone. I couldn't help myself, I put my hand around my cock and slowly began to stroke it.

"And then I would want your cock in me. I would want your cock deep in my cunt."

I glanced down as Lisa inserted two fingers into her pussy.

"Oh, God!" she said as she pushed her fingers deep inside. Her breathing was louder now, each breath coming in a short little gasp.

"Yes, Tom, I want your cock deep inside me. I want you to fuck me, to fuck me hard, to push your hard cock deep into my cunt."

Lisa's face was flushed as she played with herself. Now, she had both hands on her pussy, and her breasts swung back and forth with her movements. A series of short, staccato whimpers started coming from her mouth.

"Oh, God!" she screamed, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Tom! Pound your cock deep into my cunt!"

A visible shiver shook Lisa's body.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she screamed out, "I'm 'gonna cum! I'm 'gonna cum now!"

Suddenly, Lisa's head rolled back. Her mouth opened wide and from the back of her throat, she let out a loud, piercing scream. Her hips suddenly began to jerk up and down and I watched as her entire body began to quake, her heavy breasts flying up and down on her chest.