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Charlotte’s Web

The train rattled over the points, slowing, and I looked up from my magazine. I could see we were finally drawing into the station at Edinburgh, and the sudden realisation that this was finally it made my heart beat faster. What would Lisa be like? Would she like me?, I thought. After all these months of eMail, phone calls and meeting in chat rooms, we would finally meet. We had exchanged pictures of course, but I knew that I had picked better ones to make myself look good, and wondered if Lisa had done the same. There were a few more minutes before the train would actually arrive, but I was now too nervous to concentrate on the magazine. I toyed with it restlessly, planning my exit from the train.

The train drew out again, and my heart was in my mouth, and pounding. This is it! It was almost too much- I felt like turning and running, but the train was leaving; I was now committed. Maybe Lisa wouldn’t turn up.. I suddenly thought, both fearing and in a strange way hoping this. The platform was still quite crowded, and so far I hadn’t spotted Lisa, nor moved from the spot a few feet from where I had disembarked. As the crowds grew thin I could make out the slim figure of a lone woman beyond the ticket barriers. She was looking a little forlorn, searching the faces of the streaming crowds, but I was too far away to see her clearly. It must be her, I thought, but still couldn’t be sure. I picked up my small weekend case (I was travelling light), and started to walk towards the figure. Halfway, she waved, a little tentatively. My heart leapt and I waved back. This is it!!!

Despite my nerves I broke into a huge grin and started to trot more quickly towards her. “Charlie!!!” she yelled, running to the barrier. By now I could make her out much more clearly, and the eager beaming smile on her face set my mind very much at rest. The ticket collector waved me through, and dropping my case I ran up and embraced Lisa. It was very natural and all trace of awkwardness was instantly gone. It was as though we were old friends, which, in a way we were. “Let me look at you!” Lisa said, stepping back. I smiled, and for the first time I could see just how she looked. She was pretty, but not what you would call stunning, with quite long and full brown hair, brown eyes and a pretty nose, speckled with lots of freckles. She was very slim and petite, and wore a simple cotton shift printed in a simple floral design. She was lovely, and right away I knew I had made a good choice. “Oh Charlie!” she exclaimed, “you are gorgeous!” I modestly waved away the remark, this was always the adjective she used. She had a lovely lilting accent- I was familiar with it of course, but hearing it ‘IRL’ was a heart-melting experience. We hugged once again, but refrained from kissing- it was a rather public space. I felt suddenly so excited, a tingling feeling low down in my abdomen complemented my pounding heart. “Come on!” said Lisa, “I have my car outside, let’s get going”. I picked up my case and we walked hand in hand to the car park.

As we drove through the busy streets Lisa was talking non-stop about the city, the places we passed, the gossip of the last few days, and most of all, how excited she was about me coming to stay with her for the weekend. Certainly the feeling was mutual, and I felt so high at the prospect of the fun we were going to have. I wondered exactly what we would be getting up to- certainly our online chats and phone conversations had been extremely wild at times. I had come prepared, but the reality of the situation compared to the phone and the chat rooms was really quite different, and something I had been unable to fully anticipate. “So darling…” Lisa was saying, “I hope you are not going to clam up on me and be shy- remember what we talked about?” I certainly did. “I want to play that out for real.. no holds barred” she said.

“Of course lover,” I replied, “I’ve brought everything we might need” I indicated my case lying on the back seat.

“Oh god Charlie, I’ve waited for this for so long.. ever since our very first chat online I have wanted to meet you.. and here you are in my car!” Lisa hitched up her dress and I could see her thin white panties were quite wet in a thin dark line right down the slight bulge of her crotch.

I giggled “I see you’ve made a start!” I said.

“Charlotte, I haven’t stopped frigging myself all morning thinking about what we are going to do!”

Lisa’s flat was on the ground floor of a large converted Victorian house, set up high off the road. We climbed the steps to the front door, and Lisa unlocked it and ushered me through. It was tastefully decorated, though not richly- I’m sure Lisa could not afford much but she had done very well nevertheless. As soon as the door clunked behind us, Lisa embraced me in the darkened hallway, natural daylight filtering through from the room next door. I was quite a bit taller than her, and more fully built- she felt like a waif in my arms, and I kissed the top of her head tenderly. She looked up into my eyes, and I slowly bent my head, and we kissed. The first kiss was such a sweet release- all the time we’d casino şirketleri known each other we’d both longed for this moment, the feeling of lips on lips, the real touch of a warm feminine hand. Lisa started to gently stroke my breasts through my blouse, and I stroked her arms and back, all the time kissing and getting more and more sexual with it. My tongue traced her warm mouth, lips, teeth, tongue, and she responded in kind, rubbing my nipples harder to erection. “Charlie…” Lisa whispered, “please come into the bathroom. Now.”. She led me by the hand and we went through to the back of the house where the bathroom was. I could hardly take in the details of the flat, but it had a lovely intimate warmth to it, I felt. The bathroom was surprisingly spacious, tiled in black and white on the floor, with pure white basin, toilet and bath. I knew what I had to do- we had discussed this so often… and here we finally were. I shrugged off my jacket, and sat down upon the closed toilet seat, smoothing my thigh-length black velvet skirt, and motioning for Lisa to come and sit. She wrapped one arm around my neck, sitting on my lap, legs closed together. We kissed again, this time very ardently and wetly, and Lisa fumbled to undo the buttons of my blouse.

“Hang on” I whispered, “let’s get this bra off.” I reached round and unclipped it, and working the straps over my left hand, slipped it off from beneath my blouse.

“Neat!” Lisa whispered, and slipped her arm between the unbuttoned folds to fondle my bare breasts. We kissed a little more, then Lisa bent and took my nipple gently in her mouth and started to suckle like a baby. I gasped with pleasure, feeling a tingle shoot down my spine and pull at my clitoris. Lisa sucked and licked expertly, and I felt that I could almost come from this alone. Lisa’s eyes were closed and she was clearly enjoying herself. Suddenly, I started to feel it- at first just a vague warmth where she sat, but then I could feel the wetness. Lisa didn’t break for a second from her task, but, as we had talked over so many times, she was simply wetting herself! I gasped as I realised what was happening- I knew it would, but the real feeling was almost overwhelmingly pleasurable. Then the smell of her pee wafted up and filled my senses, and I almost came with the sheer wanton lustiness of it. Her wee soaked straight through my skirt, my tights, soaking my knickers, then rolled off the toilet seat and splattered onto the floor, steaming in a little yellowish puddle. Other rivulets ran down my legs, dribbling into my boots, forming dark wet tracks on the surface of the whitish tights I was wearing. Lisa stopped and looked up at me, grinning.

“Oh darling” I gasped, “that’s fantastic.. don’t stop!”. We snogged heavily as she continued to piss herself, soaking her own dress and panties. We continued to kiss as she finished, then she broke off and looked down at herself, opening her legs a little. Again, the smell of warm pee wafted up afresh, and I suddenly felt more horny than I think I had ever before. Lisa pulled up the hem of her dress, and I could see her knickers were now utterly sodden, and the crotch was quite yellow with pee. “That was a lot!” I exclaimed.

“Yes, I’ve been saving it all morning”, she said. “That was my morning pee!”.

“Gosh you held it all this time? That’s hours!” I said with admiration. “No wonder it’s so yellow and strong-smelling.”

“Don’t you like it?” she said, looking a little worried.

“Darling, it’s fantastic! I love it!”. With that Lisa stood up, and more pee cascaded down from the back of her dress. Immediately I kneeled down in front of her, my knees in the puddle. Lisa lifted the dress off over her head, and pausing for just a second, I pushed my face into her pissy crotch. Her pee did taste strong, but not unpleasant, and I could also taste a mixture of wet cotton and pussy juices. I sucked at the wet cloth, drinking down the piss and juices as fast as I could. Once they were spent, I pulled them down, revealing Lisa’s beautiful shaved pussy, and the dark wet slit between. I pushed my tongue in and licked heartily, savouring the pissy cunty flavour. In just a few minutes, Lisa was panting shortly and starting to come. Her knees and thighs trembled as she orgasmed standing there, and she started to shout at the top of her voice “Fuck, I’m coming!!! Oh god Charlieeeee!!!! Oh fuck, piss, fuck!! piss!!!”……..

Chapter 2…

In the evening, we went out for a quiet meal for two, and we were both careful to avoid the garlic, yet between us we polished of several bottles of wine! It was the most wonderful and relaxing evening- much better than I had anticipated in my wildest dreams. We found so much in common, apart from the obvious, and it was such fun to really get to know one another. We were both looking forward to the evening, but having got the immediate frustration out of the way in the afternoon, we had plenty of time to look forward and savour. Lisa had returned the favour once she had recovered from her shattering orgasm, sitting on my face in her pissy pants as she brought me off to a wonderful climax with her fingers casino firmaları and tongue. “So what’s in the case?” enquired Lisa, raising her glass.

“Well, I brought a few toys, and various items that might be useful”, I said winking. “you’ll have to wait and see!”

“What about clothes?” she asked.

“Well, I brought a couple of changes.. mind you at this rate I’ll have to walk around naked on Sunday and do my laundry!”

“That sounds OK by me!” she said, “but did you bring any… special… items?”

“I sure did. Don’t worry my little darling, I will make sure you get what you need tonight!”. Lisa grinned and then laughed.

“Oh, this is sooo wonderful Charlotte! I really feel so happy tonight”…..

“I’ll go and change, you wait here- I want it to be a surprise!” I said, shooing her away and ducking behind the bedroom door. Opening my case, I took out various items and laid them out. This was Lisa’s bedroom, but of course we would be sharing. Her bed was not all that large, but would sleep two OK. I stripped off the sheet and unrolling the rubber lining I had brought, remade the bed. I threw the duvet back on top, then laid out a couple of vibrators, a double-dildo, some beads and a jar of lube on top. For good measure I took out a couple of adult-sized disposable nappies- not sure if we’ll get to that, I thought, but just in case. Turning back to my case, I tried to decide how to dress. Ten minutes later, I was ready. “Lisa!” I yelled, “I’m ready! But I want you to put these on!” I threw a number of items outside the door and clicked it shut again. “Tell me when!”.

“OK, ready!” Lisa shouted, five minutes later. This was going to be fun!

Lisa gasped as I strode into the front room. I stood before her as she lay cowered on the rug. I put my heeled foot on her back to hold her down, as she looked up at the sight of me above her. Shiny black leather thigh boots stretched away, leaving just a few inches of thigh, in which the dark material of the stockings were visible. The boots were matched by a leather corset, and below this a black suspender belt held up the stocking with thin black straps. I wore long leather gloves, and a studded collar to match, and in my hand I held a thin, sharp switch. “Now my girl,” I said sternly, “I think you have been rather naughty!”.

Lisa looked up, suppressing a smile, and pleaded: “Oh but Miss Charlotte! I didn’t do it on purpose!”. Lisa was dressed, as I had instructed her, in a typical school uniform, with a pleated blue skirt, white blouse, white socks and plimsolls. The combination of schoolgirl and fetish mistress was a little incongruous, but it’s what we had fantasised about, so we were jolly well going to do it!

“That’s as may be girl, but you still have to be punished. Now, get up, and come here”. I sat down on the sofa, and I bent Lisa over my knee. Pulling up her skirt, I noticed with satisfaction that she was still wearing the yellowed panties from this afternoon, now naturally dried out from her body warmth.

“Boo hoo! But it was an accident miss!” Lisa wailed, getting into her role.

“Lisa, you pissed your panties in full view of the class, and like it or not, the rules say I have to punish you!”.

“But miss, they’re dry now!”

“Let me check” I said, and I bent down to inspect the smooth contours of Lisa’s cotton covered bottom in detail. The panties reeked of wee, but it was a very sexy smell, and already I could sense that Lisa’s pussy was oozing juice with excitement. A small dark wet spot had already appeared in the crease of her pussy, and it was as much as I could do not to tongue-fuck her again there and then. I stroked Lisa’s bottom, lingering in the damp crevice, fondling her pussy through the stained material. “Hmm, they’re dry all right. Too dry! Lisa, you will piss in your panties again for me now- that will be the first part of your punishment!” I heard Lisa stifle a giggle, and it was as much as I could do not to burst out laughing myself, but then the sudden urge of excitement we both then experienced silenced us as we concentrated. I was bursting for a pee, Lisa must be have been too, we’d neither of us gone to the loo on purpose since arriving back from the restaurant. Lisa seemed to have the stronger bladder, mind you! I felt Lisa’s stomach contract and relax as she lay across my knees, and I watched her crack with great anticipation. Then it started, a sudden flood of wetness darkened the material and immediately spread outwards in all directions, up across her buttocks, and down, trickling out and down onto the floor. I could also feel a little warm wetness on my leg as some of Lisa’s wee dribbled out the top of her knickers and over me. As she peed in her panties, the stream became stronger and stronger, making a loud hissing noise, and I could bear it no longer. I pulled her sodden knickers down around her thighs, and immediately, freed of its restrictions, her piss shot straight out backwards from between her firm white buttocks, arcing away several metres and forming a long streak of wet piss on the carpet. I spread her bum with my hands, opening her pussy, and the güvenilir casino fountain of wee arced higher and longer, her peehole fully exposed and nothing to get in the way. As the force diminished, the piss fell back and started to trickle down Lisa’s thighs, back into the soaking pissy pants, and over my leg again. I groaned with lust, almost abandoning our little game, but I knew Lisa wanted me to fulfil my role. Lisa’s hand came up and she started to finger herself, wriggling about across my lap. I squeezed a handful of rapidly cooling pee out of her panties and spread it across her bottom, making it glisten.

“OK Lisa… that was..” I could hardly speak, but continued: “very.. naughty…indeed. I have to cane your bottom now”. I picked up the switch- it was quite light and springy and it wouldn’t do any real damage. I brought it lightly down on Lisa’s bottom with a snap, then another, then another, picking up the force as I went. I heard Lisa gasp as the strokes landed, and feared I was hurting her.

Then she said “Harder, please.. it’s OK”. I swiped the switch across her bottom with more force, swooping through the air and landing with a sharp crack. Lisa continued to masturbate, more furiously now, as I found the right level of force, and whipped her with the cane. Her bottom started to glow crimson, with a few red streaks from individual strokes visible. Lisa was muttering, “more, more.. I’ll tell you when to stop!” Finally, she was panting so hard I thought she would surely come, then she suddenly got up and kneeled down right in front of me, facing away, her bottom protruding high into the air above her cute little school plimsolls and the sodden knickers which were now wrapped around her ankles. Her bottom was bright red, and her pussy gaped out from between the glowing cheeks, her little pink arsehole pulsing as she continued to masturbate vigorously. “Charlie, wee on me, cool my arse down, give it to me as I come, please…!” I needed no further bidding- I sat on the edge of the sofa, opened my legs and let fly straight away.

“Oh, sweet relief!” I gasped, as my hot pee shot out from between my smooth pussy lips and sprayed all over Lisa’s back, soaking her blouse and skirt and running on to the floor. I opened my pussy with two hands and with a little pulling managed to direct the jet over her bottom

“Owww!!!! Oh god, Charlie!!!” Lisa screamed as the hot piss hit her bottom, making her yell as if scalded. Her fingers were a blur working her clit as she started to come in great racking sobs, lost in pleasure and pain. I played my jet of wee from side to side over her buttocks, and then directly into her cunt, which was gaping open, revealing a dark tunnel, I moved closer as I felt the force start to weaken, directing the jet right into her vagina as best I could. Piss cascaded down from her pussy, soaking her shoes and puddling on the floor. Then her cunt was full, and started to overflow, the cascade became a torrent. Lisa was coming hard now, I could see her vagina pulsate as the spasms gripped her, squirting little spurts of my piss out each time. “Charlie, oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck… god I love you, you piss whore slut mistress… FUCKING HELLS BELLS!!!!!!”. As Lisa’s orgasm subsided she could not speak, only breath in great ragged gasps, as if fighting for air. She did not move from her position, and I sat transfixed, frigging my clit as I watched her. Her cunt gaped open, dark and wet, still dribbling piss from time to time, and also with great gobs of white pussy cream, mingling with the wee and running down in slow threads of glistening droplets. By now I was squatting behind her on my haunches, leaning back against the seat of the sofa, masturbating and enjoying the lewd sight in front of me. Suddenly, Lisa’s dark vagina closed, spurting it’s last, and her pee hole once again came to prominence, glistening dark red. Lisa started to wee again, and again, it shot straight back unimpeded and splashed forcefully against my tummy, running down and dribbling over my cunt. Lisa looked round to see what I was doing, but I was simply wanking myself furiously, savouring the warm piss as it squirted over me. I thrust my hips forward so I could catch her stream in my own cunt, and gasped as I felt her hot wee penetrate into my vagina, filling me up with her lovely warmth. Her pee was short, but by the time it was over I was almost coming, and then Lisa turned around quickly and buried her face into my puffy petals. Involuntarily, I clenched my vaginal muscles as her tongue hit my clit, and a great wash of piss flooded out all over Lisa’s face.

“Oh god!!!” I cried. “I’m gonna come!!!” Lisa pushed hard, tonguing my clit for all she was worth, and my orgasm started…. “Oh fuuuuuckk!!! Lisaaaaa! Oh yes, face-fuck my cunt you slut, you pissy, wonderful, lovely whore!!!” Gasping for breath, my legs trembling, “nnnnggggggggg!!!!!” I bucked my hips furiously against Lisa’s mouth, but she held on, and never once let up “oooooooooonnnnnnnnnggg!!!! cumminggggg!!” And I did come, in great engulfing waves, it seemed to go on forever. My head seemed to explode as I hit the peak, a great blinding light and a shower of sparks, shimmering against a dark green shifting sky. I could no longer see the room- I thought I’d blacked out but I could feel the sensation in my body alright, and dimly, somewhere, Lisa’s tongue still driving it…

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