It's Sunday night.
You're comfy in your living room with your girlfriend watching a movie. One of those 1930s film noir movies with Edward G. Robinson, though you can't for the life of you remember its title. Your girlfriend has an obsession with classic black and white movies, and somehow you became entranced as well by the entire mood of the era despite expressing no actual interest in cinema before meeting her. Certainly not classic black and white movies from the 1930s.
You're lying on the sofa, spooning her. It's a cool spring night and you're covered by a woolen grey blanket. You're wearing your checkerboard pajamas and a blue t-shirt. She's merely wearing her black satin panties and one of your ultramarine-blue cotton sweaters. The size, too large for her frame, creates somehow a sense of vulnerability which was completely dissonant to anyone that knew her.
The sensation of her warm crotch area through the satin fabric is starting to arouse you.
You're comfortably close to her, your awakening manhood fitting between her legs. You had ironed your pajamas yesterday and the smell of lavender is still embedded in them, calming you, but the soft touch of the cotton against the tip of your penis is slowly but surely awakening it, and now it starts throbbing occasionally, as if trying to reach her through her satin panties.
For a moment you consider moving your pajamas and her panties out of the way and fuck her right there and then, but you knew how much she enjoyed these Sunday night movie nights.
With effort, you managed to get that thought out of the way, but you could notice she was equally enjoying your warmth, for she adjusted herself so that your semi-erect manhood was now resting comfortably in between her inner thighs, locked.
The room flickers with the scenes from the movie, lit by the TV screen in a deep monochrome layer. She turns towards you as if about to kiss you and whispers in an almost inaudible mix of desire and desperation:
"Baby, I need to pee, but I don't feel like getting up."
You look into her eyes quizzically, opening your mouth as if to utter something yet no words are exchanged. Your tongues touching one another as if they already knew all the meaning and words were unnecessary.
Yet there's a brief glint of incredulity as you look at each other's eyes while kissing one another. Every so often, she kept her eyes open while kissing you, smiling. You would be looking inquisitively into her light hazelnut eyes, pondering what she was envisioning while your tongues were interwoven, as if you were both trying to see who would blink first and relinquish control. You couldn't sense what was hidden there in plain sight, but you could always discern her affection for you.
You move off of the sofa and get under the blanket that was covering both of you. She arranges the blanketΒ with a slight nudge, covering her belly button, uncovered by your motions. You approach her crotch area, positioning yourself between her legs. You can't really see because the blanket is thick and you were watching the movie in the dark, but this ends up magnifying all your other senses. Your lips approach the fabric. You can smell her. The sweat from her inner thighs, the sweet honey from her pussy. You kiss her satin panties over her clitoral hood and notice her contracting her abs suddenly. Biting the satin you move the panties aside and gently kiss her vulva, making a seal with your lips around her wet labia to the sound of her now tense and contracted exhalation.
Then you wait. In that obscurity, under the blanket.
Sporadically, a barely perceivable quasi-stroboscopic flicker from the movie was noticeable in between the woven fibers of the blanket. You comprehend what is going to happen. Your girlfriend invariably seemed to enjoy you going down on her after she had gone to the toilet to pee. The thought that she was doing it intentionally crossed your mind more than once, but she had never peed in your mouth. She had drunkenly told you about her fantasies once, but this time it went straight from fantasy into potential reality in a sudden jump. Is this really going to happen now?There are butterflies in your stomach, a feeling of unease and nervousness that compounds your own secret desires. She really means it. The anticipation is making your cock hard as a rock. You can feel the tip of your penis tingling and every pore and hair on your skin becoming electric, as if a wave of static is going over you.