"Zoe, how do you feel about drinking some pee?" I asked her while we were sitting together on the couch doing nothing.
She got beet red and covered her mouth with her hands and stammered something while looking straight at Sveta.
"Honey, I don't care. I think it's wonderful that you two enjoy it," Sveta said. "It's nothing to be ashamed of." But she was a little rosy in the face as well, and she scolded me, "Lexi, don't mess with the poor girl."
"I just wondered. There's no reason to be coy about it. After all, weren't you two just all up in each other's cunts not an hour ago?" This was true, but I was also shit-stirring.
"That's different!" gasped Zoe, who still hasn't really gotten used to the easy way I talk about being all up in people's cunts.
"How so?"
"It just is!"
"Well, next time I'll write you a letter. Dear Zoe, would you do me the honour of supping upon my urine. Yours, Lady Harkbush-Quackbottom III." I actually don't remember what name I used. It was something like that.
Sveta giggled and then composed herself. "Be nice," she said to me sternly. "Zoe, if you want to, just say the word. But don't let her pressure you into anything."
"I mean..." Zoe prevaricated.
"See? It's fine." I am horrible.
The upshot was that, while I didn't tell her that I was only doing it for the blog and my kind reader, Zoe abashedly admitted that yes, she would like to sample the delights of the the shower of gold.
And once we got to the bathroom, she went all subby again. Practically begged me to piss down her throat. Who am I to refuse?
Unlike the first time I had planned ahead and hydrated properly (which one should always do, regardless of whether one is planning to engage in watersports) so I had plenty of juice to share. And having examined my motives and feelings. I was feeling a bit better about being a top in this situation. I don't top Sveta particularly but Zoe really likes it.
I pulled her down to level with my pussy and then told her to open wide. My hand was tangled in her hair and her face was just so happy. I let out a trickle at first, pulling her face to my pubis and spreading my legs a little. It's a bit awkward; guys have it much easier. But her lips were locked around the source and she was suckling, so I let her have a little more. My bladder control isn't porn-star level or anything, but I was able to cut off the flow without overflowing her mouth.
"Now I want you to lie back and let me cover you with warmth," I said, or words to that effect. Zoe was obediently lying supine before me and I squatted over her body and directed the stream a little. I don't think I covered her, exactly, but I got her very wet.
"Now clean me up, there's a good girl." I don't always top aggressively. Sometimes I'm more like Mary Poppins, who would make a terrific Domme if you ask me. I would totally do whatever Mary told me to do.
Zoe licked my pussy clean of any remnants, kept licking as I pulled her head closer to my pelvis, licked the way she knows I like until I had a small O and released her. She sat there on her haunches like an expectant child.
"Do you need to go?" I asked her. She nodded. "Go put on a pair of panties for me."
She ran out of the room like a greased pig. I had a moment's worry that she was leaving pissy footprints all over the house, but I hadn't really gotten more than her torso and her feet were still clean. She trotted back in wearing a pair of cute white cotton panties.
That's one thing I really appreciate about Zoe. She doesn't go in for frills in the undergarment front, but she does wear the most innocent little panties ever. Perfect for peeing in.
"I want to see you piss those cute little panties," I said. They were already a little damp from my contribution, but the crotch was unmarred.
She sighed with gratitude and squatted in the tub in front of me. And then she let go. I expected her to need to warm up to it, but nope, she just let fly. The urine trickled down her leg, the cotton of the panties became practically see-through, and she shuddered with what I can only assume was pleasure. "Play with yourself through those messy panties," I said.
"How do you know how to do this so well," she said, reaching down and starting to diddle through the wet fabric. "It's just what I wanted."
I didn't really know how to answer. I don't take flattery particularly well, and in this case I had just been winging it, seeing what stuck. It would have been much better to discuss it beforehand but Zoe isn't ready for that yet, so I do a bit of guessing.
Instead of answering, I pulled her face to my pussy. "Less talking, more licking," I said, not unkimdly.
She eventually got me off again, and judging by her flush, she did herself as well. "Can we try something?" she asked me.
"Sure thing, kid." I wasn't really feeling particularly dominant at that point. The afterglow and all that. I was pondering turning on the shower and cleaning us off.
"Do you have any left?"
Did I? Yeah, I had built up the reserves a little expecting they might be needed. "Sure honey."
"I want to try, you know, scissoring while you pee. I wish you could put it inside me."
"I'd love to. Do you want to go too?"
"Yes."
She stripped off the wet panties and we managed to get into a position where our piss-slick pussies could rub against one another. I wish I had a bigger bathtub.
She started making little whimpers as we slowly rubbed, then I said, "Here you go, girl," and released the last of my bladder onto her. She must have done the same, though I couldn't really feel it. I did feel her cum against me, though I'm afraid it was more on my thigh than anything else. Then I pulled her into an embrace. "Did you like that?"
"Loved it."
So I gained a few brownie points with Zoe. And that's no bad thing. She makes a mean brownie.
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