Caught short - Sex Stories

Caught short

... bracing herself on the sink, bending away from me, her face above the basin I’d been pissing in only a short while previously. The smell of my urine was still wafting up from the plug hole, as I had yet to rinse it with hot water, but she didn’t seem to care. I positioned myself behind her, slapping her bare ass and making her whimper before pulling her cheeks apart and rubbing my knob against her exposed swollen vulva. ‘Just do it,’ she urged. ‘Fuck me now!’ Never one to deny a lady her pleasures I pushed my prick inside her gaping pussy lips and heard her satisfied grunts and moans as I began to fuck her, slowly at first, gradually building up speed until I was buried up to my balls in her hot cunt, the loud squelching of her free-flowing juices the only other sound in the confined space of the disabled toilet. It was the most unlikely of trysting grounds, the smell of stale pee and God knows what else filling our nostrils, with only the sweet fragrance of the woman’s female secretions there to offset the stench. And God was she wet! I’ve never known a woman like her. Soon I was sliding in and out of her like a nuclear missile and within minutes my ‘war head’ had erupted, spraying the inside of her cunt with my hot juices. She squealed when her own climax hit, gripping my cock hard with her pussy muscles to squeeze every last drop of my sticky jism from it, before it started to soften inside her. Then, a final surprise, as she fired a jet of her hot piss and juices back ...

... along my shrinking shaft before it dripped down on to my jeans which were still gathered around my ankles. ‘Holy fuck! What did you do that for?!’ I scolded her, my jeans soaking in the puddle of her bodily fluids. ‘Sorry, I’m a squirter. My fuck buddies are usually naked when I do that. I thought you’d like it!’ she said, sniggering. I was lost for words, pulling away from her and stooping down to mop up the mess with a handful of paper towels. When I pulled up my pants and jeans they were both soaked and smelled strongly of piss. Grimacing, I zipped myself in and watched as the woman got dressed. ‘I don’t even know your name,’ I said as she hooked up her bra and pulled up the straps. ‘Best if we keep it that way,’ she said. ‘If you want a repeat performance, I’ll leave my mobile number with the baristas on the way out. You can’t go out there yet, not til you’ve dried off a bit,’ she added, grinning at me. With that, she kissed me quickly on the cheek, unlocked and door and slipped outside, leaving me with a big wet patch on my crotch and smelling of pee. I decided to brazen it out and followed her a minute later. An old guy was leaning against the lobby wall, breathing heavily and looking in desperate need of a pee. ‘Didn’t make it then?’ he said, glancing down at my crotch. ‘No,’ I said. ‘Got caught short! All yours now though.’ I sidled into the coffee bar, which was still virtually empty. No one seemed to notice my disheveled state and the girl at the till winked at me when ...