Moments: Private Lives

[This is a sequel to Moments: Three Nights, and is likewise an anthology of three individual short stories. As before, each story is a slice-of-life focusing on a different twentysomething couple with a different relationship dynamic. Melinda and Lena are in a committed lesbian relationship. Jamie and Tamara are best friends who have casual sex. Thorfinn and Aurora are brother and sister engaged in a secret love affair. Although the characters are all connected in some way to my Loving Aurora series (or to other upcoming stories), you can read the Moments anthologies as their own separate series.
Be warned, these stories involve fetishes such as pissing/watersports, free use, degradation, public sex and exhibitionism (plus of course incest for Thorfinn usually the first thing she does when she gets home is make a beeline for the toilet. The need for relief is clear in Lena's tense body language.
"I'm desperate," Lena says, her expression apologetic. "I'd love to do more, but I'll wet myself if I wait much longer."
Mel caresses Lena's slender thigh through the creased dress. "Let's go relieve you then." She stands up and, cupping Lena's little chin in her hand, gives her a firm kiss on the lips. "But why don't you take off that dress, first. I want to see all of my Lena."
Lena is always a little self-conscious about her body, and she hesitates for a moment, but then Mel circles behind her to help her unclothe, and she quickly relaxes. The grey dress is soon pooled on the carpet, and Lena's bra quickly joins it. Lena stands totally naked -- pale, skinny, small-breasted, utterly adorable. Mel embraces her from behind, nuzzles her neck and shoulder, and lightly squeezes her cute little tits.
"You're so perfect," she whispers.
They go through the house to the bathroom together -- Mel still in her tiger T-shirt, Lena naked as the day she was born. izmit seks hikayeleri The grey late-afternoon light gives the house a muted, slightly melancholy feel, but with Lena by her side, Mel can only feel contented.
When they reach the bathroom, Lena immediately makes for the toilet, her mouth twisted with discomfort. Mel stops her with a hand on her arm.
"No. No, love, not there," Mel says, grinning. She steps smartly into the shower cubicle. "Here."
Lena understands instantly; no confusion this time. A faintly naughty smile crosses her lips.
Mel is still getting used to Lena's fetish. Lena herself is still very shy about it, seemingly afraid to push their mutual boundaries too far. It's been several weeks since she first gave Mel a golden shower, and they've done it a few more times, but only at Mel's own insistence. Many days, she just isn't in the mood to get pissed on.
Today is not one of those days. She would do anything to make Lena happy right now, and she's seriously turned on herself. She wants nothing more than to be soaked in warm pee by the girl she loves.
She gets onto her knees yet again, scooting into as comfortable a position as she can on the hard floor of the shower. She motions for Lena to come and stand over her, her bare pussy just above the level of Mel's breasts.
"Whenever you're ready," Mel says encouragingly.
A moment of hesitation. Lena seems to be having stage fright. She winces and her eyes narrow in discomfort.
Then a wonderful sensual warmth begins spreading across Mel's chest. She trembles from head to toe at the feeling of hot liquid flooding over her breasts through the old T-shirt. Looking down, she sees a plentiful yellow stream gushing from Lena's thick pussy lips. The pressure makes smaller trickles branch off from the main flow, wetting Lena's inner thighs and spattering onto the hem of Mel's increasingly sodden shirt. Lena's piss smells a bit sharp, maybe from all the coffee she's drunk, but Mel isn't bothered. She just pushes her soaked tits out into the ongoing flow and smiles.
"That's right, love," she coos. "Just let go. I'm here for you. Always here for you."
"Ohhh, Mel," Lena moans. Her eyes are closed.
Mel strokes Lena's legs soothingly. "I love this so much. Letting you flow all over me," she says. She's never been one for cunt-bitch-whore dirty talk. A gentle tone turns her on much more, and she knows it does it for Lena too. "How does it feel for you, my darling? Is it a relief?"
Lena nods wordlessly. She quivers with pleasure as her bladder empties. For such a petite woman, she can piss quite a flood.
"Good. You deserve some relief, don't you? My poor Lena." Mel rocks herself forward on her knees, dousing herself in Lena's steady stream, and kisses Lena's pale skinny belly. "I'll always take care of you. Never forget that, love."
Lena's fingers comb through Mel's hair as the golden spray begins to weaken. Mel licks her girlfriend's navel and the milky skin around it, enjoying its reassuring softness. She has a brief unpleasant flashback to Aurora, remembering that vapid slut's sleek, tennis-toned abs, the arrogance in her perfect smile, her casual selfishness during sex. But a quick glance up at Lena's sweet and honest face is enough to banish the memory.
The warm flow dies away. Mel kisses the last drops from Lena's labia, inhaling the rich smell of her virgin pussy. "My darling," she whispers, letting her warm breath caress Lena's clit.
"I love you so fucking much, Mel," Lena says quietly. There are tears in her eyes when Mel looks up at her. "I don't know what I'd do without you. I don't know how I could live."
Mel rises to her feet, the saturated shirt clinging to her body like a second skin. Her nipples are poking up hard and sensitive through the soaked fabric. The entire front of her body, from the neck down, drips with urine as she puts her arms around Lena. Neither of them mind the feel of the warm piss as they embrace. "Shhh, darling, shhh," Mel whispers in Lena's ear. "I'm here. I'm here."
Mel is ready for Lena to break into sobs, ready to hold her like this all night if she has to, piss or no piss. But Lena quickly composes herself. She kisses Mel's lips in a quick and almost absent-minded way, and takes a step back. "Mellie, please take off that shirt," she says, wiping her eyes. "You stink."
Mel can't help it; she bursts into surprised laughter. Lena looks at her solemnly for a second before a shy grin grows on her face. It's like watching the sun come out after a rainstorm, and it warms Mel's heart like nothing else could.
"Well, whose fault is that?" Mel asks as she pulls off the piss-drenched shirt. The wet fabric sticks stubbornly to her back and arms, making it rather difficult to disentangle herself, but she manages it and casts the sodden garment aside onto the bathroom floor. Gross as it is right now, she feels a new fondness for that old shirt. It's been reclaimed at last.
"I was going to just pee in the toilet. You were the one who insisted on this," Lena points out. Her gracious smile widens. "I'm so glad you did."
"Feel a bit better, then?"
"I mean, I'm still ready to cry for a week straight," Lena sighs. "But at the same time, it's like it's all far away, for now. As long as I'm looking at you, nothing else really matters."
"Looking at what, exactly? These?" Mel asks salaciously. She bounces her heavy breasts, now bare and shining wet with a residue of Lena's piss. "Or this?" She rocks her pelvis, thrusting her hairy pussy suggestively in Lena's direction.
"All of it. All of you," Lena replies warmly. She strokes Mel's cheek with her slender, soft fingertips.