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A Special Kind of Foreplay

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This tale is true, I promise. And I have more like it.


We were going to the cinema that evening, M. and I, and had called round to her place to pick her up at around seven. I found her in her bathroom, still only half dressed; she must have been about to sit on the toilet, but when she saw me she stood and beckoned me to her. She knew I would want to watch. She leant back against the tank, widened her stance and straddled the bowl. She may have been waiting for me, as she was wearing no panties. I stepped across the small room and stood close before her. This was nothing new to us. My eyes dropped to her wide open crotch, eager to see it happen. In a moment the first hesitant spurt emerged from her slit and trickled down her leg, as if reluctant to leave her. It paused involuntarily, almost shyly; then the familiar loved torrent came, spurting out hard and fast, its watery impact echoing around the tiled walls. Hurriedly I liberated my cock and held it out to her, its shaft stiff, its tip already hard and dark. I would have held it right under her warm stream, as I was accustomed to doing, but for once I feared for her splashes on my smart going-out suit.

She pissed for a minute, I guess. A blissful, precious minute. A burnt-in memory. But even before the last drops had drained, her fingers were busy at her clit, and I listened for the familiar deep breaths of her masturbation. But this time they were long coming; pee is no lubricant, her hands could not work their familiar knowing magic. She glanced up at me, an almost desperately urgent look, and held out her rubbing hand under my jerking tip; 'Give me some' she whispered. I obeyed (how could I not?) and with no more than a couple of short firm strokes it obediently shot into her waiting palm. She returned her hand quickly to its work, pressing my hot spunk on herself, using mine for hers. This time her finger magic worked she came, hard, loud and urgent.

We clung to each other for long, loving moments. Then we shook ourselves and carried on with the evening....



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