The saleswoman that just had to pee (Part 2 of 2)

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2 – A meeting in the street In the afternoon the same day, Jenny closed the store and went out to shop and have her hair done. On the way she met Penelope, who was her best and oldest friend. Penelope noticed that Jenny was in a good mood and asked what was up. “I have just gotten myself a new boyfriend today, Mr. Pipp-Thompson,” said Jenny; she had never thought about what had happened earlier that day as a way to capture a man, but it had worked just fine — at least in Mr. Pipp-Thompson’s case. “You mean THE Pipp-Thompson, the politician?” asked Penelope. “That’s right, Spencer Pipp-Thompson,” Jenny replied proudly. “But how did you get to know him?” Penelope asked, puzzled. “I just peed in a bucket!” was the reply. “You did what?” Penelope exclaimed in amazement. “And then I poured over his head the piss in the bucket, didn’t I?” Jenny said, giggling. Ouch, it was not quite right to tell Penelope, she thought, but since she was her best friend, it was surely in order. Jenny, who loved having an audience, raised her head, made big eyes, opened her mouth, stretched her tongue far out of her mouth, and said, “This is what he did when I poured the piss over him”. Then she began to lick wildly in the air. Penelope cast a nervous glance to the side to see if someone was watching them, but Jenny grabbed Penelope’s arms in order to force her attention back to herself and said, “And when the bucket was empty, he shouted, ‘Don’t stop now!'” Penelope could not help but laughing. Then Penelope tore herself free from Jenny’s grip, got serious, and asked worriedly, “Jenny, is this really true?” Jenny nodded eagerly and said, “Yes, but remember, Penny, you must never tell anyone.” Penelope was shocked. She could not believe what Jenny had said was true. She looked at her mouth, noted the determined expression on it, and thought of all she had heard pass through it over the years. Penelope thought of the time almanbahis şikayet when they were little. Jenny had been the great joke inventor, presenting the jokes as facts to Penelope. She had tried to be the wise one herself but had proved to be too gullible for that. Jenny could bring herself to say anything about the male body, and Penelope was fooled. Once Jenny had told her that the sound of ringing church bells was produced by clergymen pulling down their pants and making their balls swing in the air by hitting them with small metal hammers. Huge speaker systems in the church towers should spread the sound across the community. She had herself objected saying that this could not possibly be true because women could not do that, until it had dawned on her that female clergymen did not exist… Penelope sighed. What Jenny says must be based on pure imagination, she thought, she must need help! She said, “Jenny, dear, maybe you should see someone”. “But I shall,” said Jenny excitedly, “I’ll see Mr. Pipp-Thompson again tonight! He will drive us in his Bentley to a restaurant out of town. He said I could drink as much wine and champagne as I wanted.” Penelope merely looked at her; she did not know what to say. Jenny felt a little sorry for the slightly baffled Penelope. She thought she had to say something positive for Penelope to hear. She said, “By the way, he was very nice, and he helped me clean up afterwards”. With a smile Jenny added in her thoughts, “— with his mouth,” but did not say that because it looked like Penelope had had enough for one day. Then they said goodbye and parted. 3 – At home at Spencer’s Late in the evening the same day, after the restaurant visit, Jenny and Spencer climbed out of Spencer’s car and went up the stairs to his house, or, more precisely, hall. Jenny wore a wide skirt, and her hair was elegantly set up, and Spencer was wearing an evening dress. “Oh, almanbahis canlı casino I’m pissed,” said Jenny, she tripped on a step of the staircase. Quickly Spencer took a firm hold of her arm. “Yes, you did have a few sips of wine, didn’t you?” he said and smiled at her. And how, he thought, I had to order two extra bottles! “Spencer, I have to pee so bad,” she said dully as they reached the entrance door. She put one leg in front of the other and squeezed her thighs together. “The toilet on the ground floor is not working, I’m afraid, but the one on the second floor is in order,” he said and put the key into the lock. She moaned. “The second floor? Then you must carry me!” Oh, there will be a way, he thought and smiled to himself. He opened the door and let her in, turned on the light and closed the door behind them. Jenny made big eyes when she entered the hall. She had never been in such a stately house before. She stood still for a moment and looked around. Spencer followed her gaze. Paintings of Spencer’s ancestors from up to several hundred years ago were hanging on the walls. “Originally we were called Topp-Prudence,” Spencer informed. Yes, I know that story, but it’s a different story, as they say, Jenny thought but without saying anything. Jenny looked down on the soft area where she was standing. “Oh, what a wonderful carpet,” she said. She squatted and let her hands glide over the carpet. Then she began to do forward rolls across it. Spencer laughed and followed her movements keenly with his eyes. A few times, when her butt was in the air, her panties appeared from under her skirt. They were large covering her hip completely and having legs. Once he saw the shape of her pussy through them. She finally collided with a chair and remained hanging there with her back against the chair and her long, wide skirt hanging over her face. She was so tired that she almost fell asleep almanbahis casino in that position. “Why don’t you just pee on the carpet?” Spencer asked. “No, I can’t pee on that beautiful carpet – I’d rather drink the pee myself,” she said from under the skirt. Spencer lifted her skirt so that he saw her face. “That old rug?” he said, “Never mind that. It will soon be disposed of anyway,” ha added but thought, I can hide it and take it out on special occasions to revive the smell of her pee. “I could pee in my skirt,” she said, “Then there wouldn’t be so much pee on the carpet”. “That was a good idea,” he said. Then he thought for a while. “Did you mean what you said about drinking your own pee?” he asked. “Well…” she hesitated. “We can drink your pee every other time,” he said, “What do you say?” “Okay,” she said then, “that could be fun!” Spencer pulled her hip slightly forward from the chair, lifted her skirt, and pushed it down between her back and the chair. There her panties reappeared! They had lace along the edges of the legs and the waist. They emphasised her broad hips. Jenny giggled when she saw that he paused to gaze at her panties. He seems to love my new knickers, she thought. Spencer ran his hands over the soft fabric of the buttocks and the legs of the panties. He looked at her. “Your panties look really exclusive, and they are made from such comfortable fabric,” he said, nodding approvingly. “Yes, I bought them today along with the skirt,” she said. He let his hand slide further to the area between her legs. Her pussy felt soft under the panties. He rubbed his fingers back and forth over her pussy while looking at her. She put a finger into her mouth and bit on it. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his touch. “I need to kiss your cameltoe,” he said and put a hand on the butt of her panties. She opened her eyes. She giggled; time for a little stunt, she thought. Just as he was about to bow down, something happened. A small hissing splash of pee came out through her panties! He gave a start, and she laughed. “Excuse me, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. You don’t mind, do you?” she said. “No, both the spray and the pee pee song were great.

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