When I started putting these stories down all the events were clear in my head. My relationship over a couple of years with Paul, Clare's involvement with us and how the events of those couple of years has impacted on my sexuality for my entire adult life. I wouldn't change a thing.
I had been seeing Clare now for a couple of weeks. I'd been to hers, she to mine.
We'd slept together a couple of times and she loved the fact I had so many panties that she insisted we shared.
We managed finally to get a weekend alone at hers, her parents away for the weekend. I agreed I would stay over for a couple of nights. In my head now an opportunity to come clean about my pee fetish.
I arrived at hers on the Friday evening with my bag and an array of panties. I was becoming quite prolific with my panty purchasing with Clares help. I owned outfits that I would wear under clothes when we went out, we'd fucked in fields on a train our sex was amazing.
When I arrived we went straight to her bedroom, she wanted me to dress up and she wanted to fuck. She went to her wardrobe and pulled out a red basque, stockings and a little pair of red panties, it looked hot. I didn't think in a million years it would fit me. Thankfully Clare started to undress.
She put the outfit on and stood square in front of me, god she was hot. It was my turn now, she rummaged through my bag and pulled out what was now a firm favourite. Also red, it was a clingy one piece with suspenders and red lace top stockings. I stripped and pulled on the outfit as we started to kiss and touch.
I was hard in seconds as she ran her hand over the body I was wearing.
We had chatted about what Paul and I got up to but I had omitted the one thing which I loved but was now going to ask Clare if she would be up for it.
I took her hand and guided her toward the bathroom. We were both clad in lingerie and i was gagging to get it wet.
I led her to the bath and I climbed in, I think she guessed what was coming and was going along with it. I got her to climb in and squat over me. She looked down at me asking if i was sure? Do it I said, pee all over me in your panties.
She adjusted herself and let out a little dribble, it settled on my stomach. She shuffled down a bit and let herself go, she was desperate. The pee flowed like a torrent covering my crotch, my stomach, running between my legs. Clare shuffled upwards and was still peeing, it was now running over my chest, I was soaked but so turned on watching the pee soak her own panties as well as mine.
