Dating and online dating. Relationships with mean and women meeting
people for encounters and friendship.
Online Dating Agency
Wet Patsy
Chapter 2
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One Saturday afternoon I was on the prowl in a seaside town on the south coast. Walking along a path between the beach and the back gardens of some expensive looking houses I spotted a couple in their garden. On the table was a jug of orange juice. I leaned over their garden gate and asked them the way to East Street. They gave me directions.
"I couldn't have a glass of orange juice, could I?" I said.
They were a bit taken a back, but he said: "Yes, of course, er, come in."
I downed a glass.
She was reclining on a sun lounger in a bikini.
I looked at her, staring at her between her legs as blatantly as I could.
She noticed but didn't blink. He noticed too.
So he asked me where I was from, was I on holiday, would I like to sit down for a moment or
two?
You know. I was in.
I was wearing a pair of ultra short cut off jeans. I sat down opposite him my legs apart giving him as good a view of my crotch as I could. We chatted a bit then I asked if I could use their loo.
"I'll show you," he replied.
I followed him into the house. He stood beside the cloakroom door so that I would have to squeeze past him. As I did I tickled his balls. His face was a picture. I went in leaving the door open. I sat down on the loo without pulling my shorts down. He stood in the doorway staring at me. I looked at him as if to say: "Well?"
"Sorry," he said, and turned to leave.
"That's all right," I said. "Do you want to watch?"
"Oh, well..." he said.
"Do you watch your wife peeing?" I asked.
He was very sheepish all of a sudden. "She's not really in to that sort of thing," he said.
"Are you ready, can you see?" I said opening my legs wide apart. "Shall I start now?"
"Your shorts..." he started, thinking I had perhaps forgotten to take them off.
"Would you rather I took them off?" I said.
"Oh," he said. He was a little surprised but just shrugged.
"Ready, here we go then," I said.
I started pissing into the crotch of my shorts. I looked down at my piss leaking out of either side of the material and at the neat stream running straight down where it was coming through the material in the centre.
"Sure you can see?" I said, raising my bottom so that I wasn't as much sitting on the loo as crouching over it.
I tossed my head back enjoying the feeling of hot piss against my body, feeling it seeping back into the crack of my arse and running down the inside of my thighs, feeling it soaking my newly re-grown pubic hair.
He was watching wide eyed and stiff cocked.
As I was finishing I said: "Are you OK just watching or would you like to do it on me?"