"Pee" is for Panties.
Or, as we in England call them, "knickers". They've always fascinated me. They don't have to be exotic like the sexy stuff in the windows of High Steet shops, no, ordinary plain white cotton knickers bought in a pack from Marks and Spencers can be extremely sexy. It all depends on what's inside them.
I really love my job. I run my own business, offering full body massage at a ridiculous price, to women who have more money than sense. I have my own website and I'll travel to your home with my collapsible table, pad, towels and deliciously scented oils and I'll spend an hour lovingly massaging and caressing your body and (don't tell anyone) even more, if I find you sexy enough.
A typical appointment might go something like this. I ring your doorbell and you invite me in. I ask you to undress, either down to your knickers or even totally naked, your choice. I set up the table and ask you to lie face down, then I strip down to my knickers, invariably white cotton (yes, from M & S). Massaging can be hot work. I oil my hands and start with your shoulders, working my way down to your ankles, then back up your legs again. When I reach the tops of your thighs, I might suggest that you take your knickers off so I can get to your buttocks and you might just comply, or better still, allow me to take them off you. From your buttocks, it's a short journey between your legs to your pussy, "accidentally" brushing it as I judge your reaction. Usually my touch is greeted with a sigh of pleasure, or even a gasp, and so I ask if you'd like the "full treatment". Almost always, the answer is an eager "yes" and I never ask for an extra fee as I can usually rely on getting a nice big fat tip, and I haven't broken the law.
Some clients are old or fat or just plain ugly, and they just get an ordinary massage, but if you're young and slender and sexy, I'm gonna do my best to take you beyond the world of massage and into the realm of gentle sexual teasing, progressing to a more aggressive assault on your genitalia, and I'll ask you to roll on to your back so I can massage your breasts and watch your nipples become engorged, swelling up in anticipation of being stroked, pinched, kissed, nibbled and sucked. Then I travel southwards, beyond your belly button to where the scent of your sex is emanating, inhaling it deeply, then devoting my full attention to your . . . what should I call it? Your pussy? Too common. Vagina? Too clinical. I'm gonna call it your cunt, your private, never to be seen, secret treasure that is just begging to be touched, kissed, licked and even penetrated with one of more of the sex toys I always carry. You'd be surprised at how many women like to have a finger pushed into their arses and take my whole hand inside their cunts. I love fisting and being fisted. If you've never tried it, give it a go. You're gonna love it!
Today, I'm massaging a client in her mid thirties, an attractive suburban housewife living in a big house on a country lane, not far from Tunbridge Wells. This is the kind of client I like, wealthy, bored and looking for something out of the ordinary. When I ask if I can do her buttocks, she tells me to take her knickers off her, and asks if I would be kind enough to take my own off, saying that we girls should be naked together, and I know I'm in for an exciting ride. I stand close to the head of the table and run my hands over her bum cheeks and push my fingers between her legs. She parts her thighs invitingly and my hand discovers that her pubic hair, like mine, has been perfectly shaved off. I compliment her on it and ask her to roll over so that I can see it. She complies.
Now a cunt is just a cunt, you might think, seen one: seen 'em all. But to an experienced lesbian like me, they're all unique. Hers has nice big floppy lips and her clit, already swollen, is unusually large. I move down to the bottom of the table and lean in, my face between her thighs. She strokes my hair.
"Eat my pussy!" she commands and I slide forwards and plant a kiss on her treasure. "Eat me and make me cum and then I'm gonna eat you and send you to heaven!" Sometimes it's hard to believe that I'm getting paid for this. I'd do it for free and with this particular client, I'd probably pay to have sex with her. If only she knew. I have my tongue as deep as it'll go into her vulva and my arms stretched up to reach her tits and I can feel my own cunt juice soaking my knickers. I take her clit between my lips and suck on it hard, repeatedly like I'm sucking a tiny cock when I hear my lover gasp. I think it's just her excitement but she pushes me away.
"Don't you ever knock?" she yells and I look over my shoulder to see a little girl of about eleven standing in the doorway, looking sheepish.
"Sorry," the kid says, making no attempt to come in or out. "I thought you were alone."
"I'm having a massage."
The kid grins, knowingly. "Whatever," she says. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna take Bandit for a walk." I assume he's the family dog.
"Fine," her mother snaps, "now leave us and close the door." The kid goes, but the mood has been ruined. She sits up and reaches for her knickers. "That was my daughter Hayley. I'm gonna have to talk to her. I don't want her telling my husband that I'm having my cunt eaten by another woman. Look, let's do this again another time. I'll be in touch, okay." We get dressed and she pays me, adding an enormous tip. I pack up my stuff and load it into my car and drive off.
My mind is filled not, as you might expect, with the memory of an exciting encounter with a mature sexy woman, but with the image of the face of my client's daughter, little Hayley. She was an absolute angel with long, dark hair, huge brown eyes, a little turned up nose and a rosebud of a mouth that just begged to be kissed. In her school uniform, a short plaid skirt and a white polo shirt untucked, I could see that she was some way away from puberty, her chest flat and her hips narrow, and something is stirring inside me, churning my stomach, making my pulse race as I wonder what she would look like lying on my table in just her knickers, or even better, totally naked, as eager for my touch as her mother was.
Until this moment, little girls have been pretty low on my list of desirable sex partners, not because they are not sexy or exciting; they are, But in terms of availability, not to mention the legal dangers, they're pretty much a no-go area. But now I realise that I've been supressing a strong urge to hold and kiss and caress prepubescent preteens. In just a few seconds, Hayley has released my inner paedophile from the prison of social unacceptability, allowing dangerous images to fill my thoughts.
I've driven perhaps a quarter of a mile down the lane towards town, when I suddenly spot her walking with a golden retriever. I pull off the lane a few yards in front of her, where a gate offers a place to park and get out of the car.
"Hello, Hayley," I say, offering my most dazzling smile.
"Oh, you're the massage lady," she says.
"Yes. Call me Bobbi." I reach down and scratch Bandit behind his ears. This is guaranteed to cause an instant bond with any dog.
She has a mischievous grin on her face. "My mum seems to enjoy getting a massage."
"How long were you standing there before she noticed you?"
She giggles. "About a minute or so."
"So you saw everything?"
"Enough. Is she mad at me?"
"She doesn't want you telling your dad."
"She needn't worry, I won't say anything."
"Where are you headed?"
"Badger's Wood." It's close, a favourite area for dog walkers.
"Can I walk with you? I need some exercise."
"Sure," she says casually, totally unaware of the raging lust coursing through my veins. I lock the car and walk beside her, learning that yes, she's eleven and goes to a local school and doesn't have a boyfriend (or girlfriend, I hope) and likes gymnastics and ballet. She sure has the figure for it. She's very open, talking about herself, her likes and dislikes, her busy schedule of after-school activities, her lack of friends her own age and her devotion to Bandit. We turn off the country lane into Badger's Wood and follow the path through the trees. We come to a footbridge over a small stream which has been reduced to little more than a trickly in the long summer heatwave we're enjoying. We stop and lean on the rail, looking down at the water burbling water. The sound of it wakes my bladder up.
"I need to pee," I tell her.
"Me, too," she says. Oh, what joy!
"Let's get off the path and find a secluded place." We walk beside the stream through the trees until we find an area of dense shrubs which will serve as concealment for us. I put my arm round Hayley's shoulder and pull her close, murmuring in her ear, even though there's no one around to hear us.
"Guess what I'm gonna do," I whisper, conspiratorially. "I'm gonna pee through my knickers." She giggles. Encouraged, I continue, "When I was a little girl, around your age, I use to pee in my knickers all the time. I had a friend who liked to do it to. We'd be out in the fields and woods, and we'd just lift our skirts and watch each other pee. One time we did it in a churchyard. It was so exciting. Like this." I let go of her, step away and turn to face her, then lift my skirt up high round my waist, exposing my M & S knickers. I spread my feet and smile at her as I wait for my pee to flow, then I feel it coming and I look down to see the front of my knickers darken with wetness. They quickly become saturated and my pee falls in a stream to the ground. Hayley's gaze is riveted on my knickers, staring, her eyes huge with amazement.
"Wow!" she says, "that's so . . ."
"Naughty?" I suggest.
"Yeah, naughty." My stream stops and she lifts her gaze from my knickers up to make eye contact, a big grin on her face. "Cool!" I stand there, my skirt trapped by my forearms, letting her enjoy the view.
"My turn now," she says, and my heart pounds as she unselfconciously lifts her skirt up, even higher than mine. I'm delighted to see that her knickers are just like mine, plain white cotton with scalloped elastic round the legs. She moves her feet apart and lets her pee go. Now it's my turn to be transfixed as her knickers become soaked and pee trickles from the crotch down to the ground. I let my skirt fall and drop to my knees in front of her, inspecting her from close up. The sound of her laughter is music to my ears. When she's empty, I stand, reach out, put my hand between her legs and squish her panties so that my hand becomes wet with her pee. I bring it to my nose and inhale, enjoying the delicious fragrance of fresh preteen pee. Then I lick my hand.
"What does it taste like?" she asks.
I decide to be honest with her. "A bit like beer. Have you ever drunk beer?"
"Yeah but I didn't like it."
"But one day you'll drink beer again, just to be cool with your friends and after a few times, you'll get to like it. It's called an acquired taste. And pee is the same. At first, I found it was kinda acrid but just like beer, I got to like it. It's best if you've been drinking acidic drinks, like Coke, or best of all, cranberry juice, to neutralise the alkalinity . . ." I realise I was losing her, so I changed the subject. "You look so sexy, standing like that, skirt up and showing off your knickers."
"They're just ordinary knickers."
"Yes, but you're inside them. That makes them special. Now we gotta rinse them. You don't wanna got home smelling of pee, do you? Take them off."
To my amazement and delight, she said, "You take them off." I kneel in front of her and have the most amazing priviledge of pulling her knickers down, slowly at first, enjoying the anticipation of seeing her cunt and then, when it's in full view, sliding them down to her ankles. She steps out of them, her skirt still held high, letting me gaze at her little girly cunt. I press her knickers to my face, inhaling deeply, my head reeling with the thrilling aroma of fresh pee. Then I look at her, naked from waist to ankles, her darling little slit on display especially for me. It's quite undeveloped, no lips yet, just a swelling with a vertical slit, but to me it's the most exciting thing I've ever seen. There's nothing unusual about it, but the fact that she's showing it off to me in this lewd fashion makes my heart feel like it's gonna burst.
Then I stand and find a firm piece of ground by the stream, squat and dunk the knickers in, rinse them and ring them out. "Come closer, Hayley, let me wipe you." She steps up to me and I use her knickers to wipe between her legs and her upper thighs. She shivers from the cold wetness. Then I rinse and wring them again, hold them for her to step into, then pull them up her legs. The wet cotton causes the knickers to form a perfect camel toe. Finally she drops her skirt. I stand and lift my own skirt.
"Your turn now," I say and have the exquisite thrill of having my knickers pulled down by a beautiful preteen angel. When my cunt comes into view, her eyes go big. "Your pee-pee is different from mine," she says, staring at it. "And you've shaved your pubic hair."
"So I can look like a little girl, like you." She giggles, takes my knickers from my ankles and rinses them in the stream. My excitement mounts as she wrings them out then reaches out to wipe me. I spread my legs, lift my skirt up and thrust my hips forward to give her access. She wipes me, taking her sweet time. I wonder if she's ever touched a cunt before. Another girl her own age perhaps? My mind reels at the image in my brain. Then she rinses and wrings again and lets me step into them and pulls them up my thighs. The cool wetness feels nice against my hot cunt.
"I should get back," she says, calling Bandit who'd wandered off.
As we walk back to the car, I ask her, "Have you ever had a massage?"
"They cost a lot of money."
"I'd be bappy to massage you for free." If only she knew!
"Would you?" she asks, gazing up at me, her face alight with anticipation.
"Sure, at my place, whenever you want. When's a good time?"
"Tomorrow, after school."
"I can pick you up, then drive you home afterwards."
"Awesome!" she breathes, then to my delight, takes hold of my hand. There's something about holding the hand of a litle girl, something profoundly moving, something to do with trust, perhaps?
Oscar Wilde went to jail and Alan Turing, despite having helped win the war more than any other Englishman, was chemically castrated and eventually committed suicide, just because he was gay. A hundred years ago, less even, homosexuality was a crime, severely punished, and gays were mocked, scorned, persecuted, jailed and suffered the revulsion of society. We've come along way since then. Now, being gay is not in the least bit remarkable, almost chic.
Today, paedophiles suffer the same condemnation that gays suffered all those years ago. I wonder if, in years to come, the love of children might become as acceptible as gay sex is today. I'm not talking about the freaks who molest kids against their will, coercing or threatening them into compliance, they deserve to be punished and kids need to be protected, but what about those of us who just want to help children discover their inner feelings, to bring them pleasure, happiness and yes, even love? Isn't a child aware enough to decide whether he or she wants to be caressed or not? I think we should teach them how to say "no" when necessary, but give them the freedom to say "yes". Does the future hold the promise of a golden age when just touching a preteen is a perfectly innocent gesture of affection? Dream on, Bobbi!
I've picked her up from school and brought her home. This morning I drove into town to Marks and Spencer and bought a three pack of knickers, exactly the same type and size that Hayley was wearing yesterday, and several litres of cranberry juice. I know the knickers are the same, because I'd got a nice, close up view of hers. I'm hoping today that she's gonna need a lot of clean pairs. All day I've been drinking the juice and now I offer her a glass which she obligingly chugs down. In my studio, already set up with its own table, towels, etc, she eagerly lifts her polo shirt over her head, revealing her narrow, flat chest with totally undeveloped nipples, and lets her skirt fall, stepping out of it. She sits on the table and watches me as I strip down to my own knickers, excactly the same make and colour as hers, just a couple of sizes bigger, also purchased this morning. We look at each other admiringly.
"Do you want me to get naked?" she asks, innocenntly. Oh, my God, I do, but not yet, darling. We're gonna have fun first.
"No, Sweetheart. First I want to take some pictures of you looking so fucking sexy in your knickers." She giggles at my use of the "F" word. I use my phone to record the vision that I'll be masturbating to in the days to come, as she poses, first coyley, then quite lewdly, finally tugging her knickers down to mid thigh to show off her darling little girly cunt. My own knickers are getting wet. "Pull them back up," I tell her, "and we'll go into the bathroom."
We step into the shower, but I leave the water turned off for the moment. We stand face to face and I put my arms round her. She tilts her head back and lets me kiss her. Her lips are soft and warm and sweet and I'm tempted to push my tongue into her mouth, but I don't want to frighten her off. "You're utterly adorable," I whisper to her putting my hands on her bum cheeks and squeezing them. Then I bring one hand round to the front and press it between her legs. "Now pee for me, my darling." There's a short pause and my heart races in anticipation, then I feel the warm wetness of her pee, filling my cupped palm, then overflowing, running down her legs to the shower floor. I massage her cunt, pressing my fingers into the wet cotton, probing for her eurethra as the pee cascades down. She still has her arms round my shoulders, her cheek against mine. When she's finished, I kiss her again. "That was so lovely and naughty. Now, can I be naughty for you?"
"Oh, yes, yes! Pee for me!" I feel her hand on my pubic mound and then it slides down to my cunt and I let my bursting bladder go. My knickers are instantly saturated and my pee is squirting past her hand, spraying everywhere. Then, unexpectantly, she takes her hand away and pushes it down inside my knickers, pressing her fingers to the lips of my bare cunt, her middle finger probing me. She gazes down at the fountain of pee spraying everywhere, then looks up at me, a huge grin on her face. Then with her other hand she pulls my head down and her lips lock on mine again and I'm close to cumming, my heart pounding, my head swimming. Finally, my stream slows and stops.
"Oooh, that was a lot of pee!" she breathes, looking up at me, her eyes alight. "We're bad girls, aren't we?" She licks her hand, then grins at me.
"We are, my darling, very bad. Let's take each other's knickers off and rinse them and get ourselves nice and clean."
I turn the water on and two minutes later, we're toweled off and she's lying face down on my massage table. I pour scented oil on my hands and start with her shoulders, moving quickly down her back and legs and then back up to her deliciously small, tight bum cheeks. A couple of quick passes, then my hand goes between her legs, my fingertips exploring her cunt.
"Shall I roll over?" she asks.
My heart is in my mouth. "Yes, my love." She flips on to her back and puts her hands behind her head. With her legs slightly parted she looks utterly innocent, vulnerable, naively defenseless against my lustful intentions, willing to let me do whatever I want to do to her, an eager smile on her face. I gaze at her then remember to grab my phone and take more pictures of her lying there, waiting for me. I drop the phone and put my hands on either side of her chest, feeling her ribs, then stroke her nipples with my thumbs. I lean in and kiss them and she giggles. Then I stand at her head, lean forward and massage her tummy, moving ever lower and lower until my hands are running up and down the hollow where her thighs meet her body. She reaches up and puts her palms on my breasts and I feel my nipples stand up to attention. She rolls them between her thumbs and forefingers, then pinches them gently. "Harder!" I whisper. "Hurt me just a little." The pain is sweetly thrilling. Then her arms go round my body and she runs her hands up and down my back.
My right hand goes right between her legs, all the way down to her bum hole, my finger genlty probing, giving her a hint of things to come, then back up to her cunt where my middle finger runs up and down her crack half a dozen times, then pushes gently into her. I meet no resistance and it's clear her hymen has already been broken. Not surprising, as I broke my own with a hairbrush when I was nine. I finger fuck her, going deeper and deeper until my finger is all the way in as far as it will go. I hear her breathing quickening and her hips lift to meet my thrusts.
I climb up on to the table, my knees either side her head, to be able to lean far forward enough to kiss her glorious little cunt. I feel her fingers touch my own cunt lips, pulling them apart and then she follows my lead and pushes first one finger into me, then two. She touches my G spot and I nearly cum, so I focus on licking her treasure in the way that has pleased so many gay women over the years. Her clit is undeveloped but I press my tongue to that place where it will soon grow. I feel her shivers of delight. She grabs me by the hips and pulls me down so that I'm sitting on her face. I let her lick me for a minute or so, then lift up to let her breathe.
"Pee for me again!" she says, her voice pleading. "I want you to pee on my face and I wanna taste it."
"Not yet and not here," I tell her, swinging my leg over her and standing on the floor. Come into my bedroom." I take her hand as she gets off the table and I lead her to my room. I have two glasses of juice on the bedside table and we down them both. I've covered the mattress with a plastic pool table cover, which happened to be a perfect fit, then stretched the fitted sheet over it. I'm not worried if the pillows get pee soaked, I'll just buy new ones. I lie beside her on the bed and tell her how adorable she is and how she excites me and how I spent last night remembering our episode in Badger's Wood and how much the memory excited me so that when I touched my self down there, I came, not just once but several times.
"I do that," she says, "touch myself, I mean. It feels nice, but it's much better when you do it and lick me. From now on I'll be thinking of you every night in bed." My stomach churns with excitement at the thought of her masturbating to me. I tell her that the thing about her that thrills me the most is her age, her youth, the fact that she's still an innocent child, that her flat chest is just as exciting to me as a pair of big tits and that her lack of pubic hair is an additional thrill.
"Don't ever grow up," I tell her. "I want you to be a little girl forever, so I can do utterly naughty things to you and let you do anything you want to me. Now sit on my chest." She straddles my body, facing me. I put my hands under her bum, lift her up and slide myself down the bed until my face is directly underneath her cunt. "Now pee on my face. It doesn't matter if your pee splashes everywhere, just let it happen. Pee all you like."
Her face lights up as she gazes down at me. Then I focus on her sweet little cunt, just inches from my face as she pulls it open with her fingertips. Suddenly, her pee is spraying on my face causing me to close my eyes, so I open my mouth and move my head so her pee goes straight inside. I open my eyes and look at her beautiful face then pull her down by the hips so that her cunt is right over my face and my lips clamp on it, my mouth slowly filling with delicous warm pee. Its alkalinity has been countered by the acid cranberry juice, so the result is a beautiful earthy taste. A mouth can contain a significant quatity of pee, more than you might think, but mine is almost full when her flow stops. I open my eyes She lifts herself up and slides down my chest until our heads are level. I still haven't swallowed, wanting to enjoy the taste of her for as long as possible, and to my surprise, she kisses me, pressing hard and pushing her tongue into my mouth. I let my own lips part, knowing that her pee will flow into her mouth, and instead of pulling back in distaste, she sucks, taking a generous taste of pee for herself. Then I sense her swallowing and allow myself to swallow her delicious nectar. She lifts her head and laughs.
"That was fucking awesome!" she crows. I'm thrilled to hear her use the "F" word. It kinda bonds us together. "It doesn't taste bad at all, Bobbi, in face, I quite like it."
"You're right. To me, it's like champage, only more intoxicating."
"Now I want you to pee on me. Please! On my face on on my chest and tummy and on my pee-pee, too. Pee all over me. I wanna be as naughty as I can be. Please, Bobbi!" This is slightly amazing, hearing an eleven year old girl begging to be peed on, but obsessions have to start somewhere and I imagine that she's gonna be a watersports fanatic who's just started early.
I roll her on to her back and stand upright above her, my feet at her hips, bend my knees slightly and spread my cunt lips with my fingers. "Ready?" Her eager expression tells me she is and so I let it go, splashing her face, then her chest, her abdomen and then aim right at her little cunt. Her whole body is drenched with pee and as I feel my bladder getting close to empty, I move back up to pee on her face again and she opens her mouth and captures my stream perfectly. I finish, still standing there, still holding my cunt lips apart, looking at her angel face as she looks at my cunt and I see her swirling my pee round her mouth like a wine taster, except that she doesn't spit it out. She swallows and gives an appreciative burp, then her face breaks out into a dazzling smile.
"Fuckin' awesome!" she crows. "I love it! Let's do it again."
"We've got to let our bladders fill first and that'll take a while." Lying there, our bodies splashed with pee, the scent of it filling the room, we're just content to enjoy the moment. I run my hand over the front of her body, spreading the pee that's pooled in her belly button all over her front. She giggles. I realise it's getting late. "What time do you have to be home?"
"Oh, my God!" she says, looking at my bedside clock. "I'm gonna be late. I'm gonna tell mum that I was at the library."
We shower and dress, hug and kiss and I present here with a pair of the knickers I'd bought for her. "You're mum will never know the difference. To her these are just another pair of your knickers. There's plenty more, so you can come over and play golden showers any time you want. How about tomorrow, after school?"
"Oh, yes. You can help me with my homework and I can tell mum I stayed at school to do it. She'll never, ever find out."
I drive her home, dropping her off a hundred yards from her house. I watch as she walks the last few yards home, a perfectly ordinary eleven year old schoolgirl, in whose mouth butter wouldn't melt.
Tomorrow, I think, I'm gonna let her fist me, after I teach her the delights of having her bum hole licked, and then I'm gonna let her rub ber cunt against mine and maybe she'll be able to pee right inside me and then . . . . well, who knows?
The end.