After our highly successful day at the Science Museum, and even more successful night, we got up later than planned on the Sunday. Claire was a little sore after the previous evening and said she didn't want to fuck again until it felt ok down there. She'll get used to it, no question! So, we decided to just have a mooch around London. But first, I told Claire about my interest in wet sex....peeing, in other words.
I know Claire has done a little bit of this, but not the way I have. Since she obviously isn't going to take advantage of any potential fuck, I asked her if she had ever peed in public? Of course she hasn't, so there was a plan. Skirts and panties today, then, and naturally. The weather hadn't been overly kind to us. (In the summer, we will do this in a park somewhere) We made sure we both had plenty of coffee with a late -ish breakfast, and then we took a black cab to Victoria. Westminster Cathdral is lovely, (and free), while Westminster Abbey costs a fucking fortune! Typical Church of England! It felt deliciously naughty in Westminster Cathedral. We were both brought up Catholic, and being in there, with the scent of incense in the air, knowin we would,both be very naughty girls later was very erotic. We genuflected, making sure our little white panties were on show, and crossed ourselves like good little,catholic girls. Outside, in that large piazza were the usual homeless, and it's becoming quite a scary place, especially at night I should,thnk. Claire said "I'm bursting!" But I told her the longer we hold out the better. Knowing she was full and uncomfortable made me feel very sexy. Then, a walk to Westminster Abbey. Another painfully slow walk, and Claire visibly uncomfortable now. Outside, there is a green. We crossed the road and sat ourselves down, at least, Claire did. I said "No. you need to sit like this." I knelt on the grass with my knees wide, and my heels on the outside of my bum cheeks. Settling down like this gave me a chance to flash a little before making sure my skirt covered my knees, but was not tuck d under my arse. Then I said to Claire. "Now. We do this slowly. Start and immediately stop. It WILL hurt, but trust me, there's a reward at the end." She said "Oh, I won't be able to stop,once I start." I took her hand in mine and decided to swear at her. (I learned last night how much she loves being sworn at.) "Now, listen to me, you dirty fucking cunt. You do exactly as I say, or when I get you back to the hotel, I WONT let you masturbate until,we get home, you little whore" I saw her colour up and she almost made me cum when she lowered her eyes and said "Yes, mistress". "So. Slowly. As soon as you start, stop. Count to ten, then do the same again." Oh but it was sweet agony to see the expressions on her sweet little face. I could see how much it was hurting her to stop and equally, as she felt the wetness slowly spreading, she clearly enjoyed peeing onto the grass. Such a naughty girl. She became breathless, panting, "oh....fuck....Jayney....I can't.....I can't hold.....I can't hold it much more,, " "Yes, just a little longer....trust me" "You fucking bitch....I can't......" I told her that only when I told her can she just let go. Then I told her to stop altogether. "You can let it all go when I say.............and........................NOW," I actually heard the stream hitting the grass, but what interested me more was her face. I knew something she didn't. Holding off, starting and stopping like,that focuses you totally between your legs. As she let go, she orgasmed, and kept cumming until she finished her pee. All the time, I verbally abused her. "Look at you. Pissing your knickers like a dirty little schoolgirl. You slut. You dirty fucking cunt, I bet you're wet right up your bum, aren't you? Does it feel nice peeing your panties? You lazy little cunt." When she had finished, I peed into my panties. Today, though, I was in more of a romantic mood. (Period due), so I asked Claire to talk sensuously too me, lovingly, "Oh Jayney,,,I love you baby, I want to hold you while you do this, I want to kiss you. I want to feel you let go all over me. Let me make love to you." And like Claire, I came hard. Of course, that put us in London with wet knickers. No problem. We walked a little way, and Claire seemed to like the sensation of walking around wet. Then we hailed a cab and went back to the hotel. Sitting, wet, on a black cab seat. Well, I admit, I peed a little more! Once back at the hotel, we showered (together) and rinsed our panties out putting them on the radiators to dry. Isn't it just as well hotels are always overheated? We had a long and full lunch. And I Aid to Claire. "Did you mean it? About making love to me?...and.....er.....you know." "Letting you pee on me? Yes. Completely." We went to our room, and Claire took my face in her hands and started to kiss me, oh, it was just what I needed. Sometimes, I feel like I want aggressive sex, either being dominant, or dominating. Other times, especially very close t my period, I feel like being treated softly, like an innocent virgin. And that's what Claire did for me. She stripped me slowly, and stripped herself until we were just in our panties. Then we lay on the floor. Claire hugged me and rolled until I was on top. She kissed me (damn, that girl is a good kisser!) We didn't need to talk at all, I just sensed when the moment was right and gently wet myself on her, at the same time, she slipped her hand down my panties at the back and pushed a finger in my bum. I pushed back against it and I let my sister arse-fuck me for a while. We made love all afternoon. I don't want to describe it precisely, because it became very intense, and, well....Private. I hope you understand. (I'm sure the girls reading this will, anyway.)
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