1. Good Clean Fun


    Date: 8/10/2016, Categories: Fetish, Author: AltKnight, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    caught her glance. She smiled and came closer. "Did you like what you saw?" she breathed, her soft accent making her words all the more erotic. "Yes... oh god, yes," I stammered. "Did you?" She walked around the table behind me. The walls of the meeting room are clear glass and we were visible to all, so I continued to keep up the pretence of looking at my phone as she cleared the things away. "Yes," she smiled. "I want to see more." Her words were music to my ears, this was going way better than I'd hoped. "I want to see you xixi, um, to see you piss again." I was keeping my cool and stopping from going bright red by sheer force of will. Her words were not quite what I was expecting, but then if it got the same result as last time, who was I to complain. "Tomorrow? Same time?" She piled up the cups and flasks onto the trolley and moved toward the door. As she opened it she turned to me and smiled once more, nodding. She left and the door swung slowly closed, I wasn't going anywhere just yet, as a huge erection was trying to fight its way out of my trousers, and that might take more than a little explaining. The next twenty four hours seemed to last a year. I showered that morning with a huge smile on my face, and made sure I put on my best boxers, it really was the least I could do. I almost skipped to the office, I've never been more willing and happy to go to work than then. The day dragged, I made small talk with colleagues without really listening to what they were ...
    saying. I kept drinking plenty of water through out the day and not going to the loo, if she wanted to watch me urinate then the least I could do was make sure she got her money's worth. I saw her briefly a couple of times during the day and once caught her eye, to be rewarded with a small half smile. When four ticked around, people started heading off, but I was engrossed my work, or so they thought. For a moment it looked like my plans were going to go up in smoke when my boss was still at his desk at four thirty, but I let out a silent sigh of relief when he grabbed his coat and left. I sat nervously waiting until I heard the door open behind me. I turned, and there she was. She had her black knee length boots on again, but no leggings this time. Even wearing the pale blue tabard of the cleaning company, she looked fucking amazing. She smiled at me, pushed open the door to the gents and disappeared inside. I stood, my legs trembling slightly as I took a final glance around the office; no one in sight, no computers left on. I took a deep breath and as casually as I could manage walked over to the gents. I pushed open the doors and stepped inside, flicking the lock closed just in case. She was kneeling to the side of the urinals, her small cleaning kit by her side. I walked over and stood in the same place as I had the previous Friday. I looked down at her smiling face. I could see the hunger in her large brown eyes once more as I unzipped my fly and reached inside. Out it came, ...
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