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Wetting Fun in the Sun Ch. 01
8 Apr But when I think about it, or see porn on the internet it never fails to make me hard as a rock! Just recently, however, these fantasies In the gloom of the club, I could see she was wearing very tight jeans, a pink crop top and heels - nothing else so far as I could tell! Her body was glistening with sweat and. 22 Mar A few weeks after I had seen my cousin peeing through her swimsuit, I was home alone, listening to some music in my bedroom. I felt the urge to pee, but as always when I was alone, I held it back by standing cross-legged; now and then holding a hand between my legs. That was not because I found it. I was home alone and was ready for some sexy fun. I put on white thigh highs, slowly rolling them up my long legs. Next I put on a very tight white blouse, with long sleeves, and a scooped neck. I was braless, and my nipples looked so inviting through the material that I just had to massage them a bit. I got out my tightest.
I'm not really a voyeur but you can't help noticing things sometimes. They happen in front of you and you can't help but look. I lived in an older-style 3-story house Pants peeing erotic fiction the suburbs of London in an area of similar houses, where I carry on my work as a writer of articles, and a couple of novels which have been reasonably successful.
Built in the days when land was not at such a premium, each house had a long garden that backed onto the gardens of the houses in the next street. Thus, from the upper floors of my house, I could see into maybe 10 or more gardens. I'd had two large dormer windows Pants peeing erotic fiction to the attic rooms and a small balcony connecting
Pants peeing erotic fiction where I could sunbathe away from the prying eyes of neighbours. Exposing my body to the sun has always had the effect of exciting me and I often made myself come while lying up there soaking up the sun.
Sometimes, unwittingly, my neighbours helped. The balcony was orientated so that in the afternoon and evening the light was behind it. It always amazed me that people in their gardens didn't realise that meant someone could lay on my balcony sunbathing and see clearly into the gardens, while remaining pretty invisible because the light was straight into the eyes of anyone looking up. And they almost never looked up. They looked around, sometimes a little furtively — and then I knew then they had a little naughty something on their minds — but they didn't look up.
That was how I saw the Pants peeing erotic fiction in one garden on a blanket with their heads buried in each other's crotches. I saw teenage sisters sunbathing naked and their hands creep between their thighs as the sun warmed their nubile young bodies. I saw those same teenage girls examining each other's bodies in a quite stimulating way and thus I saw my first lesbian kiss and what followed — lots of giggly kissing and 69ing with a cute teenage bottom stuck up in the air. After that cock-stiffening incident I bought some high-power binoculars with a little stand and rigged a hide-like screen around my little balcony.
I observed one man standing behind his garden shed wanking and almost being caught by his wife creeping up on him. That relationship wouldn't end well I thought. Late one evening I watched as one couple, who had never before displayed the least unusual behaviour, pull his wife roughly across his lap, lift her skirt up, pull her white panties down and spank her naked bottom.
She squirmed and writhed in his lap but made no attempt to get away. His hand disappeared under her and he obviously masturbated her while he continued to spank her. She cried out when she came and then they spent ages laying there with him caressing her now very red bottom. It was very horny and I came too. On another occasion I watched a neighbour's wife laying on a sun bed with her hand inside her bikini pants while looking at the pictures of nude women in a men's magazine. I wondered if she'd ever find the courage to indulge her lesbian fantasies for
Pants peeing erotic fiction. It may sound sad to you, all this watching, but I had enjoyed a healthy, if conventional, sex life with my previous girlfriend, but our relationship faded because I am highly sexed and love to play different fucking games.
I spend my days in a semi-permanent state of arousal and wank often. If my randy neighbours helped a bit — so what? I never approached any of them, not, that is, until Fiona and her husband Mark moved in next door.
It started innocently enough. I'd gone round the day after they had moved in to introduce myself James their neighbour and offer any help they needed. It was a really hot summer's day and they invited me in for a drink. We chatted casually and I had the opportunity to look them over. Both in their 30's, Mark, a little older than Fi, was tall and good-looking.
Friendly enough but in some hard to define way he was guarded. Fi on the other hand, was quite short, vivacious, had a shock of pale red hair and was a little voluptuous with a nice full figure. She was wearing a tight T-shirt and well filled white shorts that stretched tight over her pubic mound as she sat on the sofa sipping a cold drink.
The condensation dripping from the bottom of her glass fell into her lap making it look as if she'd wet herself. She didn't appear to notice that her shorts had gone slightly transparent, but I did Her blue eyes held me in a steady and confident gaze and I'm sure she caught me taking a peek at her wet crotch.
Eventually she stretched her arms upwards, head back, while she arched her back so her T-shirt tightened across her breasts. She parted her thighs with a yawn which gave me ample time to examine her wet crotch. I was sure I caught the outline of her pussy lips which meant she wasn't wearing any panties.
I felt quite turned on. Mark didn't seem to notice any of this. summer went on. My new neighbours settled into their new routine. Mark spent long days and half the evenings commuting to a high-powered financial job in the city. Fi was a keen gardener and spent most of her time taming the wilderness, working in nice tight shorts often displaying her ample little bum as she bent over to her work.
One thing I love about life is the unexpected. A few weeks after they moved in I was on my balcony watching Pants peeing erotic fiction at work in her garden. For the first time she had removed her top and her bra-less breasts swung and floated while she struggled with some herbage. I spent a happy few minutes closely examining her lovely aureoles and prominent nipples.
As she worked the Pants peeing erotic fiction glistened on her body making her glow in the afternoon light. Then there was that slightly furtive look around that was usually the precursor to something interesting.
She looked around and then stepped into an enclosed area of shrubs concealed but easily visible from my high balcony. She undid the zipper of her shorts and at first I thought she would continue gardening in the nude, but when they reached her knees she suddenly squatted down and a few seconds later I saw the splash of pee hit the ground between her legs as Pants peeing erotic fiction relieved herself.
Now I have seen girls pee before, girlfriends caught short on a walk, squatting while looking round to make sure they aren't watched while they empty their full bladders.
Pants peeing erotic fiction excite me when they do that, but what Fi did was different.
As she peed her stream of urine onto the ground she looked between her legs and watched herself. My hand was round my cock and I was very excited by this. It was a while afterwards I realised that she had obviously enjoyed peeing for the sake of peeing and in fact since it was only a few metres to her house she didn't need to pee in the garden at all. Chapter 2 After that I kept a closer eye on my new neighbour. The next day Fi did the same thing but this time she was facing me so, through the binoculars, I could see her pee jetting from her body as I wanked myself off.
When she finished her hand strayed between her legs and rubbed her pussy for a few moments before she straightened up and carried on gardening. I noticed she took regular sips from a bottle of water and after an hour or so I was again rewarded when Fi squatted with her back to me so I could see her pee streaming out, framed behind her nicely curved and ample bottom cheeks.
I came again while I watched and again she rubbed herself between her legs for a while after she finished. The next day, as the summer heat continued unbroken, she did the thing that caused me to know I had to be part of her sexual world. She peed in her tight white pants. Standing there in her garden she pissed her pants. She'd been working and sipping from the bottle of water and then as I watched
Pants peeing erotic fiction lifted her top off, exposing her breasts but holding it above her head.
She arched her back and lent back on a low wall with her legs apart. Soon I noticed a spot around the crotch of her white shorts turn translucent with her wetness as she released her pee into her panties where it soaked her white pants and began to trickle in a little waterfall to the ground. The smile on her face and the way she wiggled her body as she wet her knickers told me the whole story.
This was not casual, but a deeply held sexual which she very obviously enjoyed. I knew I wanted Pants peeing erotic fiction share this with her to be close to her as she peed and to feel her pee on my naked body.
Over the next few days, as I planned how to approach her, she treated me to a series of unwitting but very erotic shows. She wore longer pants one day and I watched the wet spread right down her legs to trickle over Pants peeing erotic fiction feet to the ground. On another she lay naked on her back with her legs well apart and shot a fountain of pee up into the air.
I heard a suppressed giggle as she did this. We chatted about how she was settling in. Then I asked her for some gardening advice. Shortly afterwards I unbolted the gate between our two gardens and heard her rattling the bolt on her side. She stepped through the gate wearing a clean pair of thin, light-blue stretch denim shortsher trade-mark tight white T-shirt Her golden red hair floated behind her.
She looked really sexy and even if I hadn't had my own private window into her peeing fantasy world she'd have turned me on.
She was a wet dream indeed. I asked her advice about planting and layouts as we strolled through the garden. At the far end of my garden I'd set out a table with a bottle of chilled water and some glasses.
We sat and cooled off there while we discussed my garden and then other things as well. She told me she came to gardening because Mark worked such long hours and she liked being in the open air.
She had drunk pints of water and would need to pee soon. I'm waiting for a plumber to call. But if you don't mind there's a bush over there I reassured her that I really didn't mind and watched her ample bum retreat behind the bushes.
Could you help me? I was round the bush like a shot. Her zip was stuck a few inches down, but not far enough to let her slide her tight shorts over her rounded hips. She showed me the problem and I knelt before her working at the zip with my fingers. If you press on my bladder I may have an accident.
Pants peeing erotic fictionand forced my cock straight into her hungry cunt. A small wooden bench sat on the back wall of each cubicle. You could see the spasms convulse her vagina as she held her lips apart for the camera. Fi was stunned and almost incoherent with surprise. I slowly rolled down my thigh highs, then I dried myself off.
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I was home alone and was ready for some sexy fun. I put on white thigh highs, slowly rolling them up my long legs. Next I put on a very tight white blouse, with long sleeves, and a scooped neck. I was braless, and my nipples looked so inviting through the material that I just had to massage them a bit. I got out my tightest jeans, light blue with zippers at each ankle, I pulled them up over my right leg, then my left. I had to lay back on my bed to zip them up. They have a 4" heel, and straps around the ankle, very slutty.
I needed to pee, but not badly enough yet, so I went to my kitchen. I drank 2 big glasses of ice tea, then went back to my bedroom. I love the way my tight jeans feel against my pussy and my ass. Close encounters
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