Part II - Reluctant Restraint
June gave way to July and the summer was unusually warm for this part of the country. It wasn't dry but a wet heat. I enjoyed it and it was always fun to see girls walking around dressed in as little as local ordinances would let them get away with.
This seemed to include Lynn, my MILF neighbour. She bore the heat gracefully, often walking around her garden or lawn in abbreviated shorts and a bikini top which did nothing to hide the size of her amazing breasts. She usually wore her hair up in a ponytail or occasionally a French braid, but I had to admit she always looked rather stunning and she fueled many of my lustier dreams.
Her daughter, age indeterminate, was also in the habit of walking around in outfits like her mother wore. Unlike Lynn, the daughter had auburn hair and brown eyes. Her tits were nowhere near as big as her mom's, but they weren't small, either. Her body was tight and athletic. She must have been on a team, wherever she went to school.
By contrast, the husband, Carter, was an anomaly. He wasn't taller than Lynn and rather overweight. But he wore a good suit and drove a really nice Lexus, so he had to be doing okay for himself. Nice enough guy, I guess, but we never really said anything except 'Hi' if we happened to pass by one another.
The son was in high school and wore his hair short, like 99% of the boys in the Midwest, waiting for the next recruitment drive by the Marines. He was a bit of a dough-head and even Lynn admitted this the one time he came up in conversation. He was a good kid, just not a lot going on upstairs outside of sports and trying to get laid.
Lynn and I met maybe once or twice a week to engage in our little taboo ritual. The talk was small and of a prosaic nature. We would pee together or take turns, but it never progressed beyond watching one another and she never touched my cock again. Shaking hands was pretty much our only physical contact. I found it strange but perhaps this was what she needed and who was I to complain?
The middle of July saw my birthday roll around and I will admit to being less than happy about it. I guess I was reaching the age where it felt like getting older sucked and I was still pissed at myself about being stuck in this deadwater burg when I should have moved. But since I was determined to pay off as much debt as possible before making my fresh start, I just sucked it up and kept soldiering on.
The week before my birthday found me meeting behind the sheds with Lynn, as we had agreed upon. It had yet to lose its novelty and we were both enjoying ourselves, seemingly. Tonight's meeting had been a late one, almost midnight, since she had been out somewhere. I had received a text from her maybe two hours before, asking if I was available. Since I was, I replied I'd be happy to join her. She was wearing a white halter top, some shorts and looked magnificent, as always.
"Late night," I commented as I came up, already loosening my belt. "Had a date?"
"Hardly a date," she grumbled. "Had to go to some corporate dinner thing with Carter. Boring as hell and I knew no one. We got home and he said he was tired and going to bed, so I told him I was going for the run I missed earlier tonight."
"Given your addiction to running, he should buy that without any qualms," I said simply. "I'm sure you turned heads at the dinner, though, no matter how boring the event itself was."
"Oh, you're sweet," she said, patting my cheek. "I'll admit, I got a lot of stares and that's probably good for Carter, but I hate feeling like a piece of meat."
"Unless you're squatting behind the tool shed." I added.
The observation made her giggle. "This is a little different," she explained. "Don't ask, I don't know how, but it is. So how are you?"
"Oh, vaguely grumpy." I confessed. "Next Thursday's my birthday and I'm getting less and less happy about them."
"Aw, poor thing," she said in mock sympathy, but she was still smiling kindly. "Grumpy about getting older?"
"Maybe if I looked as great as you did I wouldn't, but that's not your problem."
"Now now, thank you for the compliment, but in all the time I've seen you around, I always thought you were in your late twenties, not your late thirties, so I'd say you're doing just fine." Lynn chided. "And clearly you work out a lot, because nobody is that naturally muscular. All the same, happy birthday, even if you're going to be a wet blanket about it."
"Thanks, coming from you that actually means something." I confided. "And I guess there's nothing terribly grown-up about sneaking out behind the shed to pee with the neighbour girl now, is there?"
Lynn burst into a giggle fit. "That's so true!" she squeaked. "It's like we're nine or something and trying not to get caught! That's wonderful imagery. I'll feel younger and more daring than ever doing this now! And speaking of..."
We began our routine, stripping out of our garments. The night was wonderfully warm and Lynn did not stop with her pants and panties as normal but also removed her shirt, letting her tits free. Even though it was dark, I could still make out her lovely form as rays of silvery moonlight peeked through the tree canopy overhead.
"I guess I'm feeling really daring tonight since it's nearly pitch black out," she admitted. "Do you mind?"
"Not one bit." I answered readily. I followed suit and removed my shirt as well, stepping out of the puddle of my jeans. Now all either of us had one was a pair of flip-flops and our smiles.
"Since it's nearly your birthday and we're really concealed tonight, maybe a special variant of the ritual?" Lynn suggested.
"What have you got in mind?"
She turned and reached down for the bag she had with her. From within she pulled out a towel and showed it to me.
"I was thinking that I'd kneel in front of you and you could do your business on me."
I made a wry face. "I thought neither of us was into that. I think your face is fine just the way it is."
"Oh, no, not my face," she added, quick to clarify. "But stand over me and piss on my tits, Michael. Let me feel it cascading down my body and you can watch. That's why the towel will come in handy."
I thought about that for a couple of seconds and she waited pensively. What exactly was I expecting if things progressed? We were pissing together, it seemed perfectly logical for things to take this turn, did it not? Something was wrong with my expectations and thinking if I didn't see that coming, right?
Besides, Lynn was hot. Really hot. A hot girl getting her tits pissed on is still hot. Just about anything seemed erotic if she were the subject.
"Okay," I said finally. "For you I can do this."
She grinned and stood in front of me, her body close. Keeping her blue eyes locked with mine, she slowly began to kneel and I could feel her soft, wonderful breasts press to my chest and then slowly caress their way down my torso. They glided over my stomach and then my cock, which almost sprung to attention instantly but I kept down by an act of iron will. She hadn't asked for a hard-on. She cupped her breasts together and smiled up at me.
