A Wet Matter

I'm sure she's waiting for me because I'm late. The customer stopped me, had everything explained to him and then postponed the purchase decision after all.

Next month maybe. To be honest, I'm pissed off. As far as I'm concerned, he should buy his system wherever he wants.

I can't stand people who only find time for a consultation after work. It's never going to be anything. If you don't have time to invest a few tens of thousands of marks, you don't want to buy anyway. Damn gang! These are time thieves.

I had scheduled an hour. The guy kept me waiting for half an hour before he could tear himself away from his phone. We went through the offer. Point by point.

In between signatures, incoming phone calls, instructions to the employees. Him, only half focused. Everything was clear: the price, the delivery time, the entire solution fitted his business like a glove.

“No, sorry, I can't invest that much at the moment. You understand the general economic situation, the accounts receivable and at the moment I can't get around to converting operations to IT anyway. Too much work!” Such an asshole! Then why was he in such a hurry with the offer, he had to have it by this evening. A few more polite words and I'm standing in front of the door. I had expected an hour. Now three and a half hours have passed.

Everything for the cat. The drive home takes me past the small flower shop. I buy a red rose for Yelena. She opens the door for me.

She looks beautiful. Long, black skirt, tight white blouse that caresses her graceful body. The high heels on your little feet, black stockings. Her long black hair falling down her shoulders like a frozen waterfall.

But the smile is missing. No greeting kiss, the rose is ignored. She's sad and angry and I even understand it.

Aida! I got tickets and she looked forward to them like a child. Now it's not worth driving anymore.

I spoiled her evening. I'm mad at myself and the customer. Can't stand myself right now. How can she then?

We sit in the living room and say nothing to each other. Not only Yelena, I too was looking forward to this evening. I like going out with Yelena. It is a pleasure to do something with her.

Now she's sad and it hurts me almost physically. I look at her face and see the smudged makeup. She cried. A lump rises in my throat.

I can take anything, but not when Yelena cries. My eyes water, I can't help it, I'm terribly sad. I go to the bathroom so Yelena doesn't see and wash my face.

As I dry myself, I am hugged by her. I neither saw her nor heard her coming as she approached from behind.

I turn around and take her in my arms. She looks into my eyes and sees that I cried. "Sorry Jordan. I was so disappointed." "No, Yelena, you don't have to apologize. I spoiled your evening." "Do you have the job?" I shake my head in the negative and tell her my frustration.

Yelena listens to me patiently, hugs me and strokes my hair. Her soft lips kiss my face. It's so nice to find comfort in her. Then she tells me how she had been waiting for me, how it lasted longer and longer and how she slowly lost all hope that anything could happen with Aida.

How she got angry and then got sadder and sadder. I stroke her beautiful long hair and back, caress her face and listen. I want to tell her how sorry I am, but she puts her finger on my lips. "You don't have to say anything Jordan, I know you're sorry. You couldn't help it." "I love you!" I confess to her and she acts as if that were something new for her.

My fingers feel her beautiful, slim body, caress her small breasts through the soft fabric of the blouse.

Her buds are large and stiff. She leans her head back and stretches out her breasts towards me, begins to breathe heavily. Her lap presses against me, rubbing against my stiff member through the fabric of our clothes. We kiss, first carefully and lovingly, then hotly and deeply.

Her tongue penetrates deep into my mouth, her hand takes mine, leads it down her skirt to her lap. "Do nothing." she breathes into my ear. I obey, gently pushing the skirt between her legs, which she has now spread. She grabbed my member through my pants. Also very gently, so that I hardly feel it.

We wait, we both get excited by the idea of what must come now.

A strange mood that hits us again and again in such situations. We both try to think of everything but what we actually want to do now, because that wouldn't work with our overheated imagination. But this insane lust remains subliminal.

The desire to pee on others through their own clothes. It's a game we love to play again and again. Who makes it first. I think of the customer and start to get angry again, the stiffness slowly disappearing from my member: Yelena could gain an advantage: she only had to caress me a little and the concentration would be over.

Impossible to pee then. Of course she doesn't. I don't want to deprive myself of the pleasure. And besides, of course, it would be easy for me to return the favour.

We look at each other.

Oh god, that gleam in Yelena' eyes, that transfigured look that tells me everything about her wild, horny expectations. I close my eyes, now I hear Yelena breathing slowly and deeply. I focus on my latest commission statement, remembering that I really need to, also try to breathe slowly and evenly. Breathe in very deeply, breathe out very deeply, so that it presses on my bladder. There it comes, slowly and drop by drop at first, then stronger, becoming a real jet.

I feel the warmth in my pants, feeling it slowly run down my thighs. And then I feel the same warm wetness in my hand, I hear the soft rustling between Yelena's legs. Hear the soft splashing on the tiles. I use my other hand to help, form a bowl between her legs, try to catch the warm wetness and pour it out over her breasts again.

Your blouse will be wet and transparent. Yelena has closed her eyes, thrown her head back, is breathing heavily and in fits and starts. I reach between her legs again. It's still flowing.

Yelena has started to caress my wet pants, penis, thighs, her hand runs through my crotch to my bottom.

An indescribable excitement takes possession of me. I stopped peeing a long time ago, but today Yelena is a never-ending source. I free myself from her, sit down on the floor and slip under her dripping skirt. That's nice! Her panties, her stockings, the inside of the skirt, everything shines in the lust-giving wetness.

The urine squirts out of the slip as if it weren't there at all. I'm soaking wet in no time. My hair, my face, my suit, my underwear, everything is dripping in no time.

I enjoy her golden shower in deep drafts until the source runs dry. My hands get busy.

I caress, rub and jerk off until I almost have an orgasm, then I concentrate completely on Yelena' pleasure grotto. My tongue comes to my aid. My hands caress those beautiful wet thighs, running around her bottom until they meet the wetness of her panties on the other side. My hands slide forward again and pull her wet panties aside.

Her erect clitoris smiles at me from her wide open, clean-shaven labia. My tongue caresses him, massaging him gently, then more and more violently. Yelena moans loudly. Her hands push my head deeper into her privates through the skirt.

“Firmer, Jordan, please. Oh, that's nice!” I sit wet in our pool, her skirt clinging to my body and I lick her as hard as I can, my hand cupping my penis through my wet pants and jerking it off as hard as it can. With the other hand I caress myself, feeling my chest through the wet shirt. Yelena her lap now twitches back and forth. She screams out her orgasm. I get up and take her in my arms.

Yelena gasps from the effort. She hugs me tightly. The wetness from my suit spreads onto your clothes. She enjoys it.

She kisses my wet face, strokes my dripping hair.

"Close your eyes, Jordan!" I follow her wish, hear her handling. "Take off your jacket!" My jacket falls to the floor. Then a hissing sound. I feel something soft covering my wet shirt. Curiosity makes me blink.

Shaving cream covers my shirt. Yelena starts rubbing it gently. Ahhh, that's a great feeling. Everything is so smooth and soft. "You are cheating. Watching doesn't count," she says indignantly. She pulls my pants open by the waistband, grabs my panties again and sprays my panties full of foam. I'm going crazy with lust. Undeterred, she continues her work until my whole body is covered with the slippery foam.

Then she rubs him. Long and intense. She kneels in front of me and rubs her breasts on my lap. My member is stiff and I can feel every movement Yelena makes through the wet, slippery, slimy fabric of my pants.

She caresses my buttocks and I notice from the hecticness of her movements and her loud breathing and moaning how much she enjoys it. She presses her face into the foam on my stomach.

I take the spray can from her hand and lather her hair. Spray the white foam into her collar, spread it down her back under her blouse. She gets up, looks at me with sparkling eyes and undoes the top two buttons of her blouse.

She doesn't need to say anything, I know what she wants anyway. The foam penetrates the blouse, soon covering your stomach and breasts. I step behind her and spread everything evenly over her upper body with both hands. The blouse slips gently over her breasts.

I feel her swollen nipples. The wet fabric of her blouse, the soapy lather underneath. I'm going crazy. Yelena has pressed her thighs tightly together.

I press my lap against her ass. She starts circling her bottom, jerks me with her sweet ass. I grab the spray can again, open her skirt and fill her panties with the white mass until it swells out again at the top. Yelena writhes with lust.

Then she gently pushes me to the floor, lifts her skirt, sits on my lap and starts fucking me through my clothes.

It's pure madness. A feeling of an intensity that cannot be described in words. My hands greedily knead her breasts. In my pants, my cock slips in her column, which I can clearly feel through the fabric.

We scream our ecstasy out loud. A tremor runs through her small body, then her head falls forward. She is breathing heavily, loudly and quickly.

We stay on the ground like this for a long time. Nobody makes a move.

We gather new strength. Yelena has closed her eyes and begins to breathe deeply. It gets warm in my lap. My god, where is she getting all this from? I lift her skirt, look at her panties and enjoy the sight that presents itself to me.

White from the foam, her pee comes out of the panties, spreads on my pants to dry up there. The piss is wonderfully wet and warm. It flows in my pants over my cock and dries up between my legs. We change places.

Yelena sits down on the floor in front of me, opens my pants and takes him out. She holds him gently, using only three fingers so as not to arouse him. I watch her sit like this in front of me in a pool of foam and urine. She tilted her head back, closed her eyes.

A smile plays around her mouth. Her blouse sticks to her body, is wet and yet opaque. I relaxed, relaxed. Here it comes.

A pleasant cooling penetrates Yelena's throat. She directs the beam to her open blouse, directly into your décolleté. The foam disappears, her skin becomes visible. White rivulets spread out on her skirt, in her lap.

Now she lets me pee on her breasts.

She swivels the beam back and forth. I see the light reflections sparkling on the wet fabric of her blouse. The fabric gradually becomes transparent, giving me a clear view of her nipples, which the fabric encloses tightly. Yelena has pushed her free hand under her skirt and panties and is masturbating violently.

She lifts my penis and gets her hair and face wet, showering the shaving cream out of her hair. Now she caresses her lips with my pee and I can well imagine this gentle tickling she is feeling now. The tip of her tongue sticks out curiously, she also wants to be tickled. Thank you politely by now in turn stroking my wet-giving member.

My little one is growing to full size and the peeing is over. But a horny desire grabs me. I want to shove my cock all the way into Yelena' mouth and fuck her there. She knows it and she wants it too.

She grabs my bottom with both hands and pulls me all the way towards her. AHHH! I slide into her mouth. Her tongue presses firmly against my member from below. My lap and her head find the same rhythm.

I sink into the world of lust.

Stars dance before my eyes. The feeling in my cock is getting hornier and hornier. Urges to discharge. It's beating and pulsing and there... "Dooris Oohhh!" My God! That's nice.

It pulses and pulses. Gives me relief and satisfaction. Yelena took my cock out of her mouth and stroked it with her lips and cheeks. Smeared her face with my sperm.

I pull her up and kiss her. We stand there in our wet clothes and cuddle up to each other. Yelena gently pushes me into the shower. She opens the tap and we stand, tightly embraced, in a pleasantly warm rain.

Her tongue finds its way into my mouth. I caress her vigorously with both hands. I could die for the amazing feeling my fingertips have on your wet, foam-slick clothes.

I push her away a little to look at her.

Her long black hair hangs close to her head in straight strands, cascades over her shoulders, ending in thinning strands on her breasts. Her blouse has become completely transparent, almost looks like it's not there. Only here and there, where the fabric has detached a little from her skin, do light areas contrast. Her skirt nestles tightly around her hips and legs and the water trickles down to the floor from its hem.

Your stockings shine in the wet. She's still wearing her high-heeled shoes, which add another erotic kick to the whole thing. Everything glitters in the wet, changing from second to second in the flowing water.

Yelena looks at me just as intensely as I look at her. Then she closes her eyes and goes exploring with her fingers on my body.

I feel her touch and enjoy her. She unbuttons my shirt and slowly begins to undress me. Your tongue plays around my nipples. She kisses it, sucks it.

A tingling goes through my body. She slowly runs her tongue down my stomach. She opens my pants, undresses me bit by bit until I'm standing naked in front of her. Her tongue quickly whips the little one back into shape.

The desire to fuck her takes shape in me. Right now, here in the shower. But naked! I want to feel her soft skin on my body. I breathe my wish into her ear.

She laughs, her white teeth glistening, kisses my face and whispers: "Sometimes it takes you a long time to guess what I want, Jordan!" Her wet clothes fall off quickly. I help with trembling fingers. Did I already say how beautiful she is? As God created her, she stands before me and stretches. Her small breasts are caressed by the shower shower.

Fine rivulets run down her delicate body. The sight arouses me again and again.

"Come!" I ask her. She jumps up on me. Her legs clasp my buttocks, and she holds onto my neck with her hands. She slowly slips down on me until her wide open vagina slips over my penis.

I'll help out a bit with my hand. Then I grab her sweet ass and start thrusting with my pelvis. Nice and slow, just how she likes it. It's tight in Yelena and every movement gives us an intense feeling of pleasure.

Yelena has leaned her upper body back as far as her arms will allow, her head resting on her neck. The warm rain of the shower is pattering down on us. It's exhausting, but I wish it could go on like this forever. We pant in competition, our movements become more hectic.

Yelena now supports herself with her feet on the wall and begins to ride me faster and faster. We both scream out our lust. Exhausted, we slide to the ground. My legs are shaking from the exertion. Yelena leans her head on my shoulder.

We gasp for breath. After a while I help Yelena to her feet and lead her by the hand into the bedroom. Wet as we are, we crawl into bed. We fall asleep, snuggled up against each other.

The next morning I find a fax on my desk in the office.

I do not understand the world anymore. The order from the client that got me to a hundred and eighty last night. The printed time shows me that I was on my way to him at that time. Then what on earth was that about yesterday? I can't help it; I call and thank you for the order placed.

When I asked why he didn't tell me about the assignment last night when I was with him, there was a good minute's silence. Then a swallow and a snort. Finally it comes out of the receiver, embarrassed: “Oh, was that you? My apologies: I mistook you for your competitor!” A really likeable person. Has a good sense of quality and performance.

Don't you agree?