1. Love At First Piss - Part 1


    Date: 8/15/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: naughtybessparker, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    a fuck and turning down me ? No-one did that. I was quite a looker, men liked me. Twenty-six, blond, petite build, slender legs, firm ass - get the picture? I looked good. I glared at Gary. “What?” he stammered. “Can’t I talk to you before I shag you?” “No!” “Why not?” “Why do you need to?” I retorted. “I dunno. In case things develop, you know, last longer than tonight.” “They won’t.” “Oh right. Don’t you like me then?” “I don’t know you.” “Exactly, so get to know me.” At that point Gary was irritating me and taking him home was starting to look like a bad idea. He talked too much. Big turn-off . I was close to the exit and contemplated making a break for it. Cut and run so to speak. I’m glad I didn’t. I’d have missed out. “I need a piss,” my ginger conquest announced out of the blue. He squeezed the end of his penis as if to prove the point. How crude. “You can ditch me whilst I’m gone if you want to,” he added looking me in the eye. I drew a breath, I hadn’t noticed his eyes before. They were bright green with long lashes and had a distinctly mischievous glint. I liked them. Crap! Now I felt guilty. “This way,” I said taking pity on him. “The toilets always have huge queues, even the gents. You’ll be waiting all night. You can use the staff loo if you want.” “Staff? You work here?” I nodded. “Damn!” he exclaimed. “You could have got me a staff discount on those drinks!” Actually, I could have got them for free but I thought it wise not to tell him that. Grinning to ...
    myself, I downed the rest of my drink to show gratitude. Gary narrowed his eyes at me but a broad smile crept across his face. “You’re going to be hard work, aren’t you?” Raising an eyebrow, I smiled back. “Do you need to pee or not? ‘Cos I do need a shag and I’d like it before I have to start work in the morning.” Moving towards me, Gary leaned in and kissed my lips. His kiss was soft and far gentler than I’d expected. “Sorry, had to do that. Don’t worry, that’s the preliminaries over with. I feel happier now.” “I’ve already stroked your cock; foreplay’s over. You didn’t need to kiss me.” “I know, I wanted to.” His eyes twinkled as he spoke. Suddenly his face crinkled, “Oh Fuck I need to piss quite badly!” he groaned. “Sorry, too much lager. Where’s the loo?” Oh dear . He really was testing my patience. I was never going to get laid if he continued stalling. “Follow me.” I led Gary through a pass door and into a corridor which ran behind the bar. Two off duty bar tenders were sitting on the floor leaning against the cold breezeblock. They were sipping bottled beers and looked tired and hot. “Hey Tam, how’s it going?” asked the larger of the two, a tall, good looking tanned guy whose accent was antipodean. “Good, Oz,” I chirped. “Oh, where are my manners, this is Barry.” “Gary! Gary with a G! And who’s Tam ?” Gary huffed. The Australian sniggered and the man next to him, a stocky man with a deep golden tan and striking blue eyes, wagged his finger at me. “ She’s Tam,” he said. “Tam ...