Anna makes Trevor walk in a straight line on the curb outside the bar to prove that he's not drunk. He gently reminds her, after successfully and easily pulling off the feat, that he only had two beers and a nonalcoholic one.
She, on the other hand, is delightfully tipsy, giggly and carefree. The last bits of color from the day fill the sky above them and she lifts her face to the clouds, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to gaze up at the soft pink hues. Trevor comes back for her, tugging at her hand. "Come on, crazy." His warm hand envelops hers and she tilts her face to see him beside her.
He's handsome, out here in the normal light. He was handsome in the dark bar, too. But his full lips look very kissable right now, and the neatly trimmed facial hair is the perfect addition to his angular jawline.
His eyes are raking over her now too. His hand drops hers, and finds the small of her back. Even through her jacket, she can feel the heat of him. A breeze finds them and flutters the edge of her skirt. She shivers when it finds her wet panties, cold and sticking to her skin. Her clit pulses and she leans into Trevor as they begin walking again.
His car is an old green SUV with tan leather seats. He opens the car door for her--a gentleman. When she steps up to climb in, the hand on her back follows, dropping to her ass, and then her thigh. She sends a coy smile back toward him and he answers with his own and gently shuts the door. She settles into the seat, adjusting her dress. The leather seat is good--her piss-wet panties won't soak fabric. She wonders briefly if he's ever done anything in the car, and presses her legs together to feel her swollen lips, still excited from the games from earlier.
Trevor starts the car and pulls out of the parking spot, and then casually lays his right hand on her thigh, claiming her like he did in the bar. She scoots closer. The tequila makes her brave, and she reaches over the middle console with her left hand and rests it on his upper thigh, beside where his penis sits in his jeans. He shifts and looks over at her.
"Am I taking you to your place, or do you want to come over to mine?"
She considers for a moment. She didn't anticipate having anyone over tonight--of course the possibility crossed her mind, but she didn't expect the date to go quite this well. She hasn't decided yet if she wants to sleep with him. "Either, I guess. Whichever you prefer." She's suddenly shy, not looking over at him even though she can feel his eyes on her.
He informs her that he's 'prepped' the place just in case the date went well. Whether that means cleaning or something else, she decides to just go with it. Throughout the course of the car ride, their hands gently rub circles on each other, heightening the excitement in the air. Anna casually asks if he's ever peed in the car. He admits he's only ever pissed into a cup or a bottle, or gone just outside of the car. It reminds them both of a video Anna posted, flooding her denim shorts with piss while she sat on the edge of her passenger seat, and then squatted down on the side of the road once the piss began to run down her legs.
Trevor laments that she can't christen the car with her own piss now, having just emptied her bladder. To be fair, it's not that she's empty anymore--just that she would prefer to save it for later.
And before too long they're pulling up in front of a nice, modern townhouse. After a brief but heated kiss in the car, they make their way inside to find a clean, simply decorated but sophisticated home.
She can tell most things are from IKEA, but they're the higher end versions--the couch is black leather (very masculine), and the chair isn't the same flimsy one she's had since college in the corner of her bedroom. And it's so clean. The living room is spotless, and the counters in the kitchen on the other side of the house shine.
After hanging both their jackets up, Trevor is at the bar car. "Another tequila tonic?" he asks, lifting a bottle for her to see. "Wait, I probably don't have tonic. Sprite?" She nods.
He's pouring a brown liquid into a glass. When he turns with the tequila bottle and a glass grasped in his other hand, he seems to take a moment to look at her in his house, eyes raking up and down her body, and lingering where she's seated on one of his plush armchairs. Her legs are crossed, but she can feel him imagining her wet panties sitting on his chair.
"I think I've got one in the fridge," he tells her, breaking his trance and striding across the long room toward the open kitchen. She trails behind him, feeling vulnerable in her sock feet on the cold floor.
He gestures to a pair of bar stools and sets his glass down on the island. Anna pulls one out and finds a seat on it, sitting on the corner so she can grind into it a little bit, satiating the growing hunger between her legs.
"Let me know if it needs anything else," he tells her as he mixes the tequila into the sprite for her and passes it across the counter.
She sips from it. "No, perfect." While he cleans up, she tells him how nice his house is, and they spend a couple of minutes discussing his interior decor.
Then he grabs a tall glass from a different cabinet and returns to the fridge, filling it with water. He slides it across the island. "You know, to stay hydrated." He pours a second one for himself, and also passes the rest of the sprite can over to her.
Her heartbeat quickens again. "What do you have in mind?" she's coy but careful. She's really not the type of person to want sex on the first date, and in this circumstance....maybe it's best to explore their kink and not dive in too quickly.
He reaches across the island and retrieves his drink, taking a small sip before leaning with his forearms on the counter. "Well. I was thinking maybe when I have to go again, we could take things upstairs."
She breathes steadily. "That sounds good." She doesn't want to sound desperate, but hopefully it comes off as hot. "Maybe you could pee on me."
His breath hitches, and he nods, his pupils large. "Yes, that's what I was hoping you would say. You'll like what I have set up."
She takes a long sip from her drink, following it up with a drag from the half-empty can of sprite. When she sets it down, she notices Trevor's gaze on her chest. She leans forward to accentuate her breasts.
"So," she begins, taking another drink from her glass of water. Trevor does the same. "I've been wondering about how you discovered this kink. I think we talked about it when we messaged a little, but I'm always curious to know more."
