The lady who wanted to be peed on - Sex Stories

The lady who wanted to be peed on

... initiative from me. She puts her hands on her hips, grabs her panties and pulls them a little way down her thighs. At the same time, her dress falls and hides her panties, but she pulls it up again. Her bare, plump buttocks appear. There's a glimpse of black pussy hair at the bottom of the butt crack. I start to pee again. I enjoy the sight of her wonderful behind while I pee on it. The stream swings up and down and from side to side all over it until the buttocks are visibly wet with pee. Then she starts to turn, and I stop peeing. While she turns, she pulls up her panties. She is now turned towards me, but she does not look at me but away to the side. She has again raised her skirt. Her knickers cover her broad hips and flat stomach. The crotch of her panties looks darker than the rest of the panties -- is it wet with my pee or her own juices? Her firm thighs begin at the lower lace edges of her silk panties. As if proud, she is standing with her legs slightly apart, waiting for my pee to spray over her body again. This time I aim at her navel, which is visible above her panties. Again a splashing sound is heard when the pee reaches her skin. The sound is a bit higher now, perhaps due to the drum effect of her stomach. Then the stream drops and wets the knickers. Suddenly, she lifts a hand and shows me the palm, a signal for me to stop peeing, which I do. She puts her hands on her hips and grabs her panties. She pulls the panties down her thighs. Will her pussy appear? ...

... No, her dress falls and hides it. But then she raises the skirt... Her gorgeous silk panties hang at her thighs so that the whole of its stomach part and the whole of its crotch part are visible. She continues raising her skirt, and there her pussy appears! The magnificent black triangle of pussy hair is clearly visible despite the dim light under the roof. She breathes heavily. Her eyes are flickering. She is very excited now. Again I start to pee and aim straight at her pussy. Nothing is heard, there are no splashing sounds. Pee runs from the reverse triangle's bottom point. It looks as if her pussy sucks my pee in and spits it out downwards. Pee hits the crotch of her panties and runs further down to the stony ground, which becomes wet with pee. Eventually, my bladder is empty. I put my dick into my pants, close the flies and smile regretfully at her -- there's no pee left! She is not finished, however. She places one leg in front of the other, puts one hand against the barn wall to support herself and sticks the other hand between her legs. She starts to masturbate. She closes her eyes, lifts her face and groans while her fingers move faster and faster. Then she looks down at the ground in front of her and holds her breath. She moves the upper part of her body repeatedly back and forth and sobs. Apparently, she's having an orgasm. Spellbound, I stare at the spectacle in front of me. I've never seen anything like it -- a completely strange woman masturbates in front of me! ...