Exploring Piss on a First Date Pt. 05

Trevor checks in with Anna three times in the aftermath of her orgasms. First, after he's taken off his wet clothes and cleaned himself up with a wet towel from the bathroom, and she continues to lie on the bed, soaking wet, regaining her breath. Second, after he helps her up and peels her dress off of her, kissing down her collarbone and taking a nipple into his mouth before guiding her into the shower for the second time. And third, after she stops the water and stands still dripping in the shower, her legs weak. He left the bedroom to put the wet clothes and blanket into the wash down the hall, and he comes back into the room, looking around for her. His creased brow makes her laugh.

"I'm okay, really. My body is just having a slow time catching up with my brain."

"That good, huh?" he's joking, but she nods seriously as he wraps a fresh towel around her.

"Are we done for the night?" his hands remain on her shoulders, the comforting weight of them steadying her.

She gives him what she hopes is a mischievous smile. "Only if you want to be done."

He raises an eyebrow. "You look pretty tired to me."

So he gives her a tee shirt and a pair of boxer briefs and helps her into the (miraculously dry) bed, which smells like dryer sheets. And he sets her cup of water on the bedside table next to her and tucks her into bed and even kisses her forehead--who is this guy?

She can feel the blush creeping up her cheeks when he pulls away. "Thank you," she whispers.

She hears the distant noises of him cleaning up downstairs, and the whir when he starts the dryer, but within her cocoon of blankets she drifts easily off to sleep. At some point she wakes up to chug her water and realizes that Trevor is beside her in bed, one leg slung over hers.

In the morning, light slants through the blinds onto her face, and Trevor is stirring beside her. They say sleepy good mornings, and Trevor stands to stretch. He's shirtless, and the muscles beneath his skin ripple as he lifts his arms above his head. She also notices his impressive morning wood poking at his boxers, and he sees her notice, smirking.

"Sleeping next to you wasn't easy, you know?"

She surely has bedhead, and morning breath, and bags under her eyes. But the way he gazes down at her slices through all of that, exposing her. "Well, if I had known you had that going on next to me, I would've hard a hard time sleeping myself."

He gets back into the bed, climbing over to straddle her, the erection pointing directly toward her. "Naughty girl," he chides, gently trapping her wrists above her on the pillow. Her responding gasp is involuntary, and her clit stands at attention beneath the layers of blankets separating them. She arches her back toward him, and he brings her wrists together to trap them in one large hand, his other hand coming to the hem of her t-shirt and lifting it up, exposing her stomach, and then her breasts. He takes one in his palm, massaging it.

The helpless feeling of her hands being trapped instantly sends a shiver down her body, straight to her sensitive bits. She wants to reach out to touch his cock through the material of his boxers--it's so tempting, pointing straight at her. Instead, she has to let him feel her, his hand now wandering to the other breast and tweaking her nipple, then reaching down to grasp her waist, his hand so large against her that it brings another shiver down her spine.

Finally he releases her wrists, placing both hands on her waist, his hands easily spanning her torso, with overlap. She holds onto one of his wrists with one hand and reaches for his manhood with the other. He hisses through his teeth when she touches him. "Careful, doll. I've been saving a little something for you."

His words bring a grin to her face, and when he shifts his hands lower on her waist, hitting her bladder, she realizes her own need, too. She nods up at him. "Me too." She keeps her fingers gentle on his cock, merely holding it loosely in her fist. He pumps gently into her hand, pressing down into her abdomen again. She lets out a gasp and clenches her thighs together beneath him. Something about having to pee in the mornings makes her more desperate.

He eases off of her then, his hands leaving her but quickly coming back to help her up, one hand on hers, and the other guiding her at her back. "Do we have time to get messy this morning, or do you want to keep things clean?"

A quick glance at the clock tells her it's only 8:30. On a Saturday, with no obligations? "I've got time if you do," she informs him.

He nods and looks around the room. "Stay right here."

While he's gone she takes a few sips of her water and fluffs her hands through her hair. In the mirror above the dresser, it doesn't look too bad. Maybe her look could be "sleepily sexy".

He comes back with their laundry from last night in his arms, setting it down on the bed. She watches him spread the waterproof blanket out on the bed, and pick out the rest of their clothes. His go into a pile on the floor, and her dress he picks up and folds, setting it down on top of the dresser. Then he hands her the satin bra and panties from yesterday.

They exchange a sly smile while she obediently steps into the panties and puts her arms through the bra, adjusting her boobs to fit within the cups. She turns around, pushing her hair out of the way, and he reaches over to hook it for her.

She turns to face him, and his eyes sweep up and down her body. "Good girl."

A thrill runs through her at these words. "Tell me what to do," she breathes, unable to look away from his eyes as he assesses her. One of his hands drifts down to the bulge in his underwear. His tanned skin and the dark trail of hair leading from his belly button and into his underwear really do something to Anna, and her legs feel weak.

"Get on the bed," he tells her.

She jumps up eagerly, sitting on her knees with her feet tucked beneath her. The position helps keep her own urgency in check, just in case. He nods at her, and then turns to disappear into the bathroom for a brief moment, re-emerging with a small black string held out to her.

It's a hair-tie, she realizes. "Don't wanna mess up your pretty hair," he tells her as he hands it to her, his hand picking up the ends of her hair, resting on her breasts, feeling it between his fingers before dropping it and stepping back.

Once her hair is up, he steps out of his boxers, releasing his full length, standing at attention between his legs. His trimmed pubic hair is a nice touch, she thinks, unable to tear her gaze away from him. And then he's taking his cock in his hand, stepping closer to her.

They breathe together for a few beats, her pulse quickening, before his stream begins, starting at her stomach and lifting to her breasts. She runs her hands along her body while he sprays her, feeling the hot piss and spreading it around her skin. It pools between her legs, and he focuses the stream there--instantly she spreads her legs for him, and her hand finds her clit through her soaked panties, making slow circles with her finger.

"Turn over," he instructs, eyes watchful on her motions. As she flips around, her ass in the air, the stream stays steady, hitting her hip and her thigh as she adjusts to sit on all fours, arching her back. She feels the back of her panties getting soaked, dripping down to her feet, just under where her ass sits. Trevor groans as the stream weakens, and she feels a few strong spurts on her back before he breathes out, and his hand reaches out to touch her through the fabric of her panties. The hand nudges her legs open wider, and she offers herself up to him, arching harder so he has a better view of everything between her legs. He massages gently, eliciting a sigh from Anna.

"Please," she breathes, leaning back into his touch. He pushes her panties out of the way and she feels two fingers slide through the wetness, gently nudging her open before sliding in. She moans, leaning back into his fingers so they go in further, all the way to his knuckles. He moves them expertly within her, and she's writhing, and her desperation to piss gets stronger. She relaxes into the sensation, bringing her own hand up to rub at her clit, faster this time.

She feels squirt dripping from within her, beginning as a slow dribble and then with a few more pushes from Trevor's fingers, spraying out and onto the blanket beneath her. Getting fingered doggy-style allows for this easy access to her clit, enhancing the pleasure for her. Anna's moans fill the room as another round of squirt comes, accompanied this time by a much stronger need to piss.

When Trevor pulls his fingers out this time, she can feel her squirt ending and her piss beginning, catapulting out of her and hissing as it hits the blanket. Trevor's fingers take over on her clit, massaging the stream of urine and making it splash between them. Her soaked panties rubbing against her clit make her gasp, the fabric's friction too much to bear.

Her orgasm is approaching, and Trevor's fingers find her slit again, working furiously inside her and going deep enough to staunch the flow of piss, for now. Her orgasm begins, and Anna lets out a soft scream, hand keeping a steady rhythm on her clit while her walls contract around Trevor's fingers even as he keeps pumping.

Before her orgasm is over, he pulls his fingers out and her stream of piss starts instantly. She feels Trevor's cock between her legs, and she lifts up to better direct the stream onto his hardness. They're both moaning, Anna rocking around as the last bits of her orgasm fade. Her stream begins to slow, and she pushes his cock onto her panties to feel the soaked fabric, and beneath it, her swollen pussy.

He pumps with his hips, grinding into her. "Fuck," he breathes, wiping his wet fingers against Anna's back and hips. She turns around then, kneeling once more, entirely covered in piss, and sitting in her own puddle on the blanket. She looks up at him while she takes hold of his cock and puts it in her mouth, tasting the salty, tangy taste of her piss on him. He doesn't break eye contact while she pumps with one hand on the base of his shaft and licks expertly up and down, taking special care to spit on and lick at his tip.

"Fuck," he says again, louder. He grinds his hips toward her, gagging her with his cock on every pump. "I'm coming," he announces in a tight voice, eyes squeezed shut. His hot cum shoots down Anna's throat, and she keeps her mouth tightly around him, still milking him with her hand as another spurt empties into her throat. After four pulses, he lets out a final groan and his cock leaks a small amount more onto her tongue before he pulls out.

Some of his cum drips down her chin, but she manages to swallow most of it. He reaches out to catch the falling drop, swiping it with his finger and then offering it to her. She sucks on his finger, tasting the piss again, enjoying the salty, musty taste of his semen.

"Good girl," he tells her, nodding in approval. "Now, let's get you cleaned up."

The end.

More coming soon for Anna and Trevor--stay tuned.