My Pee Problem

"No," I said finishing my wine and setting the glass on the table, "It just relieves me of the pressure of worrying about grossing you out, but it does invite some curiosity on the topic."

"Let me get us another glass of wine." She grabbed my glass and stood.

"Is that a good idea?" I asked, "The object here is for me not to pee, right?"

"Yes and no," she said over her shoulder, "If you want to continue the talk, follow me." When she saw I was following docile as a spaniel, she continued, "First I want to make you need to pee, then you will, and then we will start the sex with your bladder freshly empty. Make sense?"

"Yes. So how did you get into pee as a recreation?" I was noticing her ass moving underneath the soft material of her dress and was tempted to touch it to see if it felt as firm as it looked. "And would you mind if I put my hand on your bottom. I am definitely feeling more intimate with you." I added wistfully.

She giggled nervously, "Please go ahead, Beth." So I put my hand on her bottom, and yes it was firm and felt good, so I left my hand there. Her hand shook ever so slightly when she poured the wine.

"I go to the beach a lot, as you will probably notice from my bikini marks. And walking barefoot on warm sand makes me want to pee. I have no idea why. So one day when I was walking on the beach the urge came really strong and I'd had a beer or two, and I just let go. Feeling the hot pee run down my legs and filling my bikini gave me such a sexual rush, that well, I added pee movies to my other topics in my masturbation tools. Now I think about girls, female genitals and pee all the time. It's driving me a little crazy. All the more reason to say yes to your request, you see."

By now we were back on the couch, and I only pulled my hand off her bottom when we sat down. We looked into each other's eyes as we each took a sip. "You know," I said, "I didn't know what was happening at the time, but it really felt wonderful when I peed on Dwayne. Maybe just this first time, as a sort of benchmark, perhaps I shouldn't restrain myself at all. What would you think of that, Erma? I know this is going to be fun for me, but I want it to be fun for you, too."

She kept on looking into my eyes, "Even one more orgasm while just letting it go could greatly slow your progress in learning to control your pee. It might require more sessions of practice at control."

"So maybe three times a week?" I suggested, maintaining eye contact, "I could tell my parents that I'm seeing a therapist about my pee problem, and I could say that since it is a research study, I don't have to pay anything for it. They'll go for that part, and it would be pretty much true, right?"

"Yes," said Erma, a little breathlessly, I thought. Ok, no bones about it, I was getting pretty aroused by Erma, and I suspected that she felt the same. Her next words confirmed it, "Well, if you've never even been kissed by another female..." She set her glass on the table, and I did too.

She leaned close and touched my lips with hers, just barely, then she did it several more times, still not kissing me firmly. I put my arms around her neck and she kissed me yet again, this time a little more firmly and with her lips parted. I took the hint and brushed her lips with the tip of my tongue, on the second brush, my tongue encountered hers briefly, and I felt both her hands on both my breasts, just cupping them light as a feather. I felt my nipples hardening and pushing back even through my bra, and I know that she noticed because she cupped my breasts a little more firmly. Our lips parted and met again, and this time her tongue entered my mouth and fenced lightly with mine.

She was breathing harder now and so was I. Finally, I stopped kissing her. "I think we are intimate enough for the moment, Erma. I have to warn you that it took very little to set my first orgasm off and I am about that excited now."

"I don't think," she paused to pant a couple of times as she reluctantly took her hands off my breasts, "That I have ever been this excited before. If you had just touched my pussy once, I think I would have..."

"But that's just it," I offered gently, "I even want to touch your pussy, Erma, but you have yet to show me how."

"Technique wouldn't have mattered, that much," she giggled, straightening and smoothing her skirt, "But you are right of course. It's time to get on the plastic. I think we are both feeling intimate enough now to have a richly rewarding sexual experience."

I laughed, "I love it when you talk like a Doc."

"And I love your kisses, Beth." She led me by the hand to my chair in the center of the plastic, and while we were both standing, she reached behind me, felt for the zipper of my dress and pulled it down. I let her gather it from under my feet and she laid it reverently over on the couch. She came back and unfastened my bra as expertly and pulled off my panties. She slipped off my low heels as she took off the panties, then set them all on the couch, and there I was completely naked. Still at the couch, she undressed herself swiftly and kicked of her high heels.

Then we were standing in front of each other naked and admiring each other's body. Except for her pale, pink nippled and very firm breasts, and her pale waist, she was all a light tan with freckles everywhere. Her legs were as beautiful as I noted before, and nestled between them was a lovely orange furred, and neatly trimmed mound.

Delicately she leaned her neck forward and briefly sucked each of my nipples - which seemed as hard as rocks. With delight, she allowed me to do the same thing to hers, which I enjoyed very much, wishing I could suck on them longer. "Please sit down with your bottom on the edge of the chair, lean back and spread your knees."

She knelt between my legs and spread the lips of my golden furred pussy, where all my inner flesh was a pale pink inside. "This," she said, pointed to my little hooded clitoris, "Is where you want to massage, or in the case of oral sex, to lick. If the head of the clitoris is too sensitive, you may be more comfortable wobbling the hood, like so." She put a gentle finger on the hood near the head, which was peeking out just barely, and wiggled the skin of my hood back and forth.

I moaned and sank back into my chair. What she was doing felt unbelievably wonderful! I knew somehow that I was just seconds away from coming, and then she did something even more incredible, she lowered her face to my lap and replaced her finger with her tongue. The warmth and wetness would have been enough but looking down at that pretty freckled face between my legs, her sweet mouth on my pussy, I started to come. It was the second or third roll of my hips that I began releasing pee. I forced my clenched eyes back open in time to see her lick the stream once, and then her head went back and her eyes closed with an expression of ecstasy as my pee splashed over her breasts and pooled in her lap.

My orgasm went on; maybe even getting a little stronger and my hips bucked splashing a little pee on her face. Instead of avoiding it, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth and a little splashed inside. She rolled it around in her mouth and swallowed, and I saw her begin to massage her pee-splashed breasts with one hand and the other hand reaching through the pool of pee in her lap to massage her groin. My own orgasm was slowing and my pee was barely a dribble when she stiffened, opened her eyes to stare at my pussy, and emitted several deep grunts in a row accompanied by shakes and wiggles in her hips.

She raised her eyes to mine and with a low moan, her eyes seemed to glaze and she shivered all over, and then shivered again. Then she was just panting and looking into my eyes. Then so slowly I could hardly believe it was happening she lowered her face back to my lap and began to lick my pussy, this time driving her tongue into every fold and crease, pausing occasionally to suck on me here and there, and then rolled her tongue around in my vagina. She slowly licked me back up and began to suck on my clitoris, mostly moving the hood with her lips and rarely flicking the head lightly with her tongue.

Still working my clit with her mouth, I felt her fingers penetrate my vagina and begin to massage the topside of my vagina. An orgasm was already building in me again and I wasn't sure I was ready for it, but it came anyway. It was the same as before, if not stronger, and I just lay helpless as the spasms of pleasure racked my body with ecstasy. Again I peed, but this time only three tiny squirts, all three of which I watched go into Erma's mouth. And this time as my orgasm wound down, she rested her face on my right inner thigh and just gently stroked and soothed my pubic hair.

When my hips movements finally stilled, she stood and took hold of my hand, "Let's get to the shower. You can use my shower cap to keep your hair dry." We washed and soaped each other all over.

As we were rinsing off, I took her in my arms and whispered in her ear, "Erma? Before we leave the shower, would you like to pee on me?"

She shivered and put trembling hands on my cheeks, "You would do this for me?"

Her green eyes bored into mine as I answered, "I would love it, and I will lick your pussy when you run out of pee." She kissed me really passionately, and then suddenly broke the kiss, "Then get ready," she commanded.

I knelt on my knees, sitting on my calves, and she cocked one leg on the side of the tub. Before she could start, I used my fingers to spread the orange furred lips of her pussy and began to lick her, most inside her vagina before moving up to her clit. I imitated the way she had licked my pussy, and by the time she was starting to orgasm, which took only a few minutes, her pee was splashing my chin and running hot across my breasts and making a delightfully warm pool in my groin. Her pee felt good on me and I understood why she enjoyed it on her body. By the time her pee ran out her orgasm was about half way done.

She clutched my head against her sweet red-haired pussy, and thrust against my face until with a loud high-pitched cry, she just stood there, shivering and shaking, clutching my face between her legs. Finally we kissed some more and then rinsed and toweled each other off. She walked me to the door; still giving me hugs and kisses. Outside as I headed to my car, I hugged myself with joy. I had always heard that therapy took years!

I hope you enjoyed the story that "Beth" and I put together. Please tell us if you liked it.

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