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Moving On

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Having left Aunt Clara, I’m on the second leg of my holiday. I’ve decided not to stay away for the whole two weeks, and I’m going home at the weekend.  I booked into a motel and had dinner in a restaurant over the road. 


My waiter was nice and friendly, and good looking too. Turned out he is a student and working here to make some cash. (Been there, done that).  I swear to God, I wasn’t horny. Honestly. As the place wasn’t busy, he had time to keep topping up my coffee and chatting. I usually drink only decaf, but they didn’t have any. Caffeinated drinks tend to irritate my bladder. Coke, coffee, even tea, it all has to be decaf. I was the last person there, and got the i,pression the owner would rather like me to go so he could close early. My waiter (Dave) had had a brief conversation with the guy, before coming over to me and telling me outright that they wanted to close up. So, I paid, and left a good tip.  As I got,out of the door though, Dave followed me and asked if he could,walk me home. I told him I was in the motel across the street. Suddenly, it all felt very teenager like. Going to a motel (for sex) was something I enjoyed in my late teens. Being ‘walked home’ reminded me of prom night.  As we walked down the sidewalk, I felt his hand brush against mine and stay there. Then his fingers straightened against mine. Wow. That hasn’t happened since I was 14! I mean, being hit on in this very sweet and innocent way. So I let him hold my hand.  Across the street and into the Motel parking lot, Dave found an excuse to put is arm around me, and I found an excuse to let him. Outside my room, we just stood with our arms around each other.  I cant tell you how ‘innocent’ it all felt. I actually felt like a virgin all over again. Then, as I knew (hoped) he would, he leaned in for a kiss. The little kiss become a deep, French kissing that made me quiver.  I fumbled, one handed for my door key and inside the room, we continued our kissing which was becoming quite urgent. Another thing that was becoming quite urgent was my need for a pee. Bloody caffeine! As Dave worked his hand up between my legs, I told him I didn’t want to fuck. He looked a bit disappointed, but I indicated I was quite happy to do other things. Dave said he didn’t want to fuck either. “No offence, but I don’t have condoms with me, and I don’t trust the ones you get in motel restrooms”. That moment when a new person explores your body is quite something, isn’t it? His eyes widened at my lack of pubic hair, and mine did the same when I felt just how big his cock was. Maybe I was hasty in saying I didn’t want to fuck? No. Be good.  By now, I was squirming for a pee, but way too turned on to call a halt to the proceedings. Anyway, we were standing there, him with his pants off and me just in my bra and panties.  The kissing was amazing. I haven’t been kissed like this for a very long time. I was wet, as usual, and his fingers on my clit were divine. Then, he slipped a finger deep,inside me and landed like a guided missile right on my g-spot. Which pressed right on my bladder, which made me pee a little.  He knew exactly what had happened. I blushed a little, and muttered an apology. Dave also, fumbling his words, apologised, but added “Actually, I quite like the idea of a girl wetting her panties.”  At first, I wasn’t sure if he said hat just to make me feel better, but I took a chance and asked “Really? I mean, honestly?” He told me that when he was 13, a girl told him he could watch her take a pee. “Since then, I guess I’ve always liked watching a girl pee....and....my first girlfriend used to like it.”  I took his hand and led him into the bathroom. I sat on the can and spread my knees wide, and just let it happen. (Ohh the relief! No more fucking caffeine for me...ever) Dave’s eyes widened as he watched, and I knew he had been truthful. He loved watching a girl pee herself.  He stood in front of me, and I jacked him off all over my boobs. Dave rubbed me off through my panties. That meant he didn’t get the full benefit of my orgasmic squirting, but it felt kinda neat to be rubbed off through wet panties.  I took them off and cleaned up. We spent an hour or so on the bed, doing just about everything but fucking.  Its odd, isn’t it, but sometimes, when you make it clear you don’t want to fuck, foreplay gets real good. I was aching to have that big cock up me, and I don’t think it would have taken much for me to persuade Dave.

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