"Wet My Pet"

"Wet My Pet"

by Julius

Copyright 2005

Eleven-thirty and Celia was feeling tired, her bed was

beckoning.

The gentle knock at her apartment door was an

unwelcome interruption. She peeped through the little

spyhole and saw Stephan looking back. A little

reluctantly, she opened the door.

"What d'you say to a midnight swim?" he whispered.

"Pool doesn't open till next week."

"I've got a key," he grinned and brandished a large

bunch.

"I've no suit," she was too tired for this.

"Skinny dip," he shrugged, "if you don't wear yours, I

won't wear mine."

His mood caught her and she felt herself yielding. She

sighed and he smiled his smile. He really was a

persuasive man, "Wait, let me find a towel."

Celia went to the bedroom, suddenly eager to go with

him. She rummaged in a drawer, looking through her

underwear, amazed she had no swimsuit. Her eye caught

a flash of bright green. No, she daren't! She drew out

the teddy and held it at arm's length.

When she emerged from the bedroom Stephan grinned at

her and pointed to the terry robe, "Are you ?"

"Just wait and see," she said and scooped up her keys,

"let's go."

They rode the elevator down to basement level and

stepped out. Stephan led the way. Unlocking the door

he gestured her inside. The smells of chlorine and

fresh paint hit her. The lights came on, the pool was

filled. Stephan turned out all the lights but the

underwater ones. Celia gave a little squeal of

delight, it looked so pretty like that.

"Beer? Can't skinny dip without beer," Stephan took

two bottles out of the bag and twisted off the tops.

He handed her one.

"Want to sit a while?" he gestured towards an alcove

with benches on two sides. A shower spray hung on the

third wall. She sat and took a swallow of her beer and

shivered. Stephan disappeared, four heat lamps came on

overhead, warmth flooded over her. He came back,

"There, that better?"

"Answers for everything, haven't you?"

Stephan grinned at her, "No, not quite, I don't know

what's under the robe."

"Mostly Celia," she said making no move to show him.

She sipped the beer. The radiance from the lamps was

relaxing her. She rested her head against the wall and

closed her eyes.

"I think you should let me see what you're wearing for

our swim," she suggested.

He removed his shoes and socks while Celia drank the

last of her beer. She was getting a gentle buzz and

heard herself giggle, "More."

He paused with his shirt over his head, "More beer or

more Stephan?"

"Oh, more both."

"Well, I brought a six-pack and ... " he pulled off

the shirt with a flourish and tossed it in her lap.

Celia picked it up and pressed her face into the

cloth. Her insides seemed to flip as she breathed in

his scent, felt his body heat. She looked up at him,

his arms, his shoulders and felt an awful yearning.

Reaching into the bag for another beer she chanted,

"More beer, more Stephan, more beer, more Stephan."

He slid down his zipper and Celia tipped the bottle

and gulped. Midnight swims were suddenly a wonderful

idea.

When Stephan's pants slid to the floor she gazed

hungrily at the bulge in the front of his tiny white

briefs. "Ooh, lots of Stephan," she said and actually

hiccoughed. To herself she said 'Celia, you are little

bit drunk.'

She got to her feet, "Well, fair's fair, hold this,"

she handed him her bottle and unbelted the robe. She

shrugged it off her shoulders and let it slide to the

tiles.

His sharp intake of breath said it all. His mouth

actually stayed open for long seconds. "Oh my!" was

all he managed.

Her glance in the bedroom mirror had almost made her

change her mind. Now she was glad she hadn't. The

teddy concealed very little of Celia. His reaction was

a most wonderful thing to see and hear.

Little wonder he gaped. Celia glanced down, her heavy

breasts were all she could see of herself. They looked

beautifully big, she thought. Resting in the cups of

the teddy, they gave her a splendid cleavage. She

wanted to shake her shoulders and jiggle her breasts

for Stephan. But she knew they'd simply fall out if

she did.

She watched, delighted, as Stephan's eyes roamed up

and down her. The crotch of the teddy was hauled tight

into her pussy, she could feel its insistent presence.

She turned slowly, showing him her ass. It was big and

beautiful, she knew. She reached a hand back, "Oh my!"

she murmured and giggled. The fabric covered her not

at all, it had worked deep between her cheeks.

She turned to face him. "Oh my!," she exclaimed again

at the sight. His erection formed an impressive ridge

up the front of his briefs, "that's very flattering."

"Have you any idea how beautiful, how sexy you look?"

he asked her.

She squirmed under his gaze, she felt sexy and

beautiful. Celia sucked air in through her teeth as a

spasm caught her somewhere below her belly button. Her

thighs tensed and she pressed her knees together in

the classic female pose. A sudden need. "Dear God,

this sexy, beautiful woman needs a pee."

She remembered another time, a week ago. They'd been a

little drunk then and had told each other their

favourite fantasies. She thought now of his.

"Lie down Stephan," she told him, "here on the tiles."

At Celia's urging, Stephan lay on his back. The tiles

were pleasantly warm. Heat from the lamps bathed him.

He closed his eyes against the glare and waited.

She moved to stand over him, he could feel her ankles

against his thighs. His cock was splendidly erect

inside the briefs. It had to be after she'd dropped

the robe. The warmth, her closeness, he knew something

beautiful was about to happen.

He felt her move and opened squinting eyes. She

squatted and then settled slowly, kneeling astride

him. She sank further, her crotch settling on his.

Just two layers, silk and cotton, between her sex and

his.

She leaned forward and rested on her hands. He closed

his eyes again. Celia's lips were at his ear and she

she whispered, her breath tickled. "Have you any idea

how horny I feel right now," she paused, "and how

badly I need to pee?"

Stephan shook his head and she added, "I don't know

which I need most," she squirmed her mound on his

cock, "to be filled or to be emptied."

She sat up then, heavy on his hips. Stephan shaded his

eyes with his hand and watched as she slipped one

strap off her shoulder and allowed a breast to spill

free. Heavy and full it moved beautifully as she swung

her shoulders. The nipple seemed to point straight at

him. "Baby hungry?" she asked and gave her shoulders a

shake, making the breast jiggle.

"Very hungry," he croaked, his wanting was a desperate

thing.

She leaned down again and brushed the breast across

his mouth. He caught the swollen nipple and held it

with his teeth. Celia cried out softly as he nipped

her. With tongue, teeth and lips he made slow love to

her. When he paused she raised herself a little and

pulled free. He caught her again and they played, her

nipple a small, swelling, ripening fruit.

Celia began grinding her mound against him. He sensed

that, between them they were taking her towards an

orgasm. The suckled nipple seemed to grow in his

mouth. Suddenly she froze and looked at him through

slitted eyes. Her teeth were gritted when she spoke,

"I've got to pee, I've just got to pee." But she made

no move to get up, just kept slowly grinding herself

against his erection.

He wondered if this was a little girl struggling to

control her bladder or a woman on the brink of orgasm.

She crouched down over him, breathing loudly in his

ear. "I'm going to lose it, I'm going to lose it. I'm

can't hang on." She seemed to be crying and laughing

by turns. "I can't hang on, I'm so full and it feels

so incredibly sexy. I daren't move and I can't keep

still." All this was said while she trembled and

wriggled on top of him.

He was desperately aroused by her words and her

movements, he thought his cock would burst. If she

thought this was making her horny ... what about him?

Celia suddenly sat up with a soft cry. A look of

surprise as she raised her hands to cover her mouth.

Her eyes closed and she seemed o relax.

The glow started at Stephan's groin and it began to

spread. She was peeing on him! Through the teddy,

through his briefs the heat came soaking. It felt

almost scalding hot as she flooded him. Over his cock,

his balls, down between his legs and over his belly.

Stephan thought it the most beautiful sensation.

Almost enough to make a guy come, just from the

exquisite, spreading heat.

Celia let herself fall forward onto her hands and she

began slowly working her way up his body, her groin

sliding up his skin. The heat, the flow moved up over

his stomach, over his chest. Still she moved, still

she flowed. Soon it was trickling down on either side

of his neck. he could hear the gentle hiss as she kept

draining.

The heat came from deep inside her, from her pussy,

through the crotch of the teddy to him. Celia's own

warmth, her wetness. Stephan opened his arms and she

lay on him, her wetness between them. "That was you

meant, wasn't it?" she asked him.

"Yes, oh yes, just the way I dreamt it should be. It

was the sweetest thing," he murmured into her hair.

She was wonderful, it had been perfect. His need for

her then was a desperate, grinding thing inside him.

His cock an aching rigidity trapped in the briefs she

had soaked.

Celia went very still and he looked up at her. He

could see her own hunger in her eyes and then she

moved back down him. He could hear her making little

mewing noises. Her fingers scrabbled his briefs down,

baring his cock. Raising his head he watched her. A

hooked finger caught the crotch of the teddy and she

pulled it to one side, off her pussy. He could see wet

curls and the petals of her labia. The teddy's front

was near black with her wetness, it clung to her every

contour.

The stream began again, hot over his scrotum. No

intervening fabric this time, just scalding hot pee on

cum-filled balls. He groaned as the flood washed over

his nakedness. He writhed under her hips, his body

begging. Finally she slowed to a trickle.

Her fingers curled round his cock, holding it

vertical. She lowered herself, open and ready. A new

and beautiful heat engulfed his penis. Down she came,

in he went. Steadily piercing her, skewering upwards

until he nudged the end of her. She settled on him,

ass against balls.

She fucked him, rather than he her, bucking back and

forth, as if to break his cock off at its root.

Stephan struggled under her in a mix of pain and joy.

She rode him, one wild animal on another. Her body

drawing the orgasm from him. When they came, it was as

one, sobs and cries echoing each other. Celia's climax

was a feral thing, her pussy clenched and sucked at

his gushing cock.

She collapsed onto him. They were both sobbing for

breath, both exhausted, both utterly spent.

They slept, perhaps just minutes. She kissed him

awake. His hands slid down her back and grabbed her

ass, pulling her against him .

"How was the fantasy?" she asked him.

"Perfect, incredible," he told her, "swimming's fun,

being drowned is beautiful."