So after we had been in Chris's room, and after we had calmed down enough to be seen in public, Christina was ready to go home, and as I said, I was going to walk her home and then go on into town. I thought she may tuck her slacked panties into a pocket or her bag, but to my delight, she just put them back on. My quim against hers! Lovely!
We just made small talk as we left our farmhouse and walked across the field beyond,, then I said "it's no good. I've got to ask you. When you said you wouldn't have minded if I'd peed in your panties, what did you mean?" She blushed quite badly, and I thought I had totally fucked up. "Oh dear. I was hoping you'd forgotten that. I didn't mean to say it, but it's just that, well, it's something that.....oh ....umm....ok. Look. When I was 13, one of the things I used to do when I felt really dirty was to go into a secluded area on our farm, and......(deep breath)......and .....and I'd pee in my panties deliberately. It made me feel all squishy and naught, and I'd masturbate. It was the only thing back then that would make me cum every time. If I masturbated without doing something dirty with it, I'd get to feel good, but I wouldn't always cum, which just left me frustrated." Hmm. Preaching to the choir, there, sister. I remembered my first times at masturbating, when I'd end up feeling more horny than before and with a sore clit! "I used to do it sometimes with a boy I knew. When it was hot....we......well, we wouldn't pee on the ground, if you get my meaning. There. That's it. I suppose you're totally disgusted with me now." By this time, we had reached our barn. I veered off the path, and leaned with my back up against the ancient flint wall. I hitched up my skirt, and bent at the knees. A couple of deep breaths later, and I was peeing in my panties, while sucking my thumb on my free hand. Once the flood had subsided, I reached into my panties and rubbed one out. Christina stood with her eyes like saucers until I'd finished, and then, to my utter delight, she squatted right in front of me.....or rather, was going to. I told her to wait. I slipped my skirt off, and lay flat on the dusty path. "Squat over my pussy" Christina adjusted her position slightly. And then I felt the warm rain of her pee on my panties, soaking them, running down the crack or my bum, and making me want to fuck her brains out with my fingers. Then, like me, when she'd finished, I held her knees to help her balance, and she slipped a hand down and came delightfully. Well, our panties were in a total mess, so we both slipped them off. I took them into the barn and hung them on a nail in the sunshine. No one uses the barn only me, and I figured when I got back, the worst of the wetness would have dried and I would have a new toy to play with for a couple of days. We walked on to her house, talking about what we did, and she explained more about her sex life. Her target? Something she really wants to do? She wants it up her arse! I told her I'd done that and that it feels fucking amazing. I think iv got a god friend in the making here.
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