In the desert no one can hear you scream.
It’s not because there’s no air, oh, there’s plenty of air, you can see it, shimmering up from every surface
in waves. Not like the shimmer you see in the distance on a hot road, the illusion of a glassy puddle
you’ll never reach as it ever retreats from your sight. No, everything you see ripples as if looking through
ancient glass. The air feels solid as you step through a door, a physical blow that takes your breath away,
and you wonder for a split second if this is real.
It’s not because your throat is too dry to make a sound, because you’re constantly drinking. You can’t
walk anywhere without being within sight of a pallet of water bottles. You never go anywhere without a
bottle or two bulging in your cargo pockets. You drink and drink and drink, pressing the plastic bottle to your dry lips and drinking the hot water as though your life depended on it, probably because it does.
It’s never enough, after chugging an entire bottle in a few seconds, you’re just as thirsty as you were
before you drank it.
It's not because you want to be quiet, oh no, you want to scream. Every day you wake up and hope it
was all a bad dream. You awake in darkness the same 6 by 12 foot room, the hungry sun already trying
to claw its way in past the cardboard you placed over the window, gleaming like diamonds, painfully
bright around the edge of the door to your “pod.”
Dust motes float like a curtain through an invading sunbeam. Your mouth is already dusty. Everything is
dusty. Every. Thing. The dust is magical, it’s worse than oil, seeping through cracks, violating everything
and everyone. Outside, the slightest breeze lashes it into a blinding storm. It pools in places, splashing
like water around your feet and legs as you dart from shadow to shadow. As you dress, you create your
own little dust storm as you put on your uniform like an automaton, wearing the same drab colors as
the land you’ve been exiled to.
No one can hear you scream because you’re alone.
Alone, surrounded by thousands of Airmen, Soldiers, Sailors and Marines on a U.S. military base in
South-central Afghanistan. Alone but surrounded you ask? Why, yes, quite possible!
You see, I’m a military journalist, charged with the duty to tell the story of our heroes. A job I dearly
love… how I wish that everyone felt the same as I do! I was sent to “Ass-crack-i-stan” and assigned to a
battalion of over 600 people. One lone journalist amongst a cadre of individuals that have a mission
vastly different than mine. My place was made imminently clear when I was introduced to the
Operations Officer.
“You’re a fuckin’ waste of oxygen and my time,” he said, looking like he’d just stepped in something
nasty. “Get the fuck outta here, do whatever it is you do, and don’t fuckin’ get in the way!”
So I did. I’d never quite felt so much like I was outside and looking in, than I did there. No one wanted to
talk, no one wanted their photo taken. The ones that did just flipped the bird or did stupid shit I couldn’t
use if I wanted to.
I became an involuntary hermit. Like most people, I avoided the sun like it was out to kill me. I rotated
my monotonous existence between my pod, the tent where they served our food and the “office;” a
desk tucked in the corner of a room full of other desks staffed with people who obviously had more
important jobs than I did.
Clearly I was feeling sorry for myself. Little did I know that things were about to change for the better…
and stranger!
I was walking from the mess tent to the part of the compound where I attempted to work, the sun was
just rising, I pulled my boonie cap lower over my eyes to block the malevolent rays. It was eerily quiet, a
pleasant change from the norm, when at this time I’d usually see squads of Marines running in
formation along the dusty roads through the camp, however, it was Sunday, and the typical constant
flow of MRAPs, Humvees, HiLux pickups and local national “jingle” trucks was virtually non-existent.
I walked along with my eyes on the ground, my rifle lightly bumping against my back, an oddly
comforting sensation. I watched for interesting rocks and the like, the base was covered with gravel
from local quarries and riverbeds, I never knew when a bright speck of color would be peeking from
between the usual grays and tans. I gradually became aware of a rhythmic sound approaching, pulling
me from my reverie back to the present.
Looking up, a lone figure was silhouetted against the rising sun, a ponytail flying side-to-side in sync with
the subtle crunch of her footsteps against the road.
“Mornin’,” she panted as she jogged past me, her easy, regular breaths echoed in my mind long after
she was out of earshot.
I recalled that her mouth had been curled in a half-amused smile as I watched her diminishing form
gliding effortlessly away from me. As I unfroze and resumed walking I knew that I had seen her
somewhere before, but military girls are tricky to reconcile, their appearance changes drastically when
their hair isn’t up and their shape is no longer hidden beneath our rather formless and baggy uniforms.
I proceeded to my office on autopilot while trying to remember where we’d met. While I thought about
that, another thought occurred to me: she looked happy. Or maybe content… I dunno, but it was
certainly different than the normal depressed misery I saw on most people’s faces around me… and
staring back at me whenever I looked in the mirror.
Gosh, how long had it been since I had exercised? That’s right, since about a week before I flew into this
hellhole. Would PT help me shake this funk? About that time I remembered when I had met the jogger,
she worked with the comms guys, running the battalions’ radios, satellite communications and
computer network. Her name was…. L- Lisa! Yeah, Lisa.
Huh, Lisa. I had a completely different impression of her in uniform… with her hair up in a tight bun and
her eyes hidden behind military issue “birth-control” glasses, the next most prominent feature was her
rather large mouth. She seemed boney and her uniform overwhelmed her figure, her narrow shoulders
appearing slumped.
This morning, running along in her PT gear, a brown t-shirt and navy-blue running shorts, she seemed
like a different person altogether. Her slumped shoulders only appeared slumped because of her baggy
uniform, this morning they were squared in perfect runner’s form. Without her BCGs and a hint of a
smile, her countenance was rather pleasant, handsome versus pretty, yet still quite feminine. My mind
rewound the scene as she jogged past me and pulled out more details.
Her legs were thin, but not boney, with well-defined muscles, her arms were the same… In fact, the girl’s
ripped! Thin and muscular, like a… well, like a runner. A marathon runner. Her chest was quite flat, as
well as her rump, and her hip bones were prominent. Replaying the memory of her as she dwindled in
the distance, her wide hips and abnormally wide thigh-gap were most noticeable.
I new thought tickled my subconscious, a tiny spark of life in this desert, I concentrated on the sensation
to coax it to grow. Could I kill two birds with one stone? Could I muster enough will-to-live and start PT-
ing again? Exercise is an age-old mood lifter, if you can find an activity you enjoy. Could I make a friend
and break my solitude by joining Lisa in running? God, I hate running! I’d almost rather do anything
other than run, and getting up before the sun rises is my personal “kryptonite,” yeah, yeah, I know,
“then why did you join the military?” Anyhow, the rapid beating of my heart in my chest convinced me
that there was something worth pursuing here.
I spent the rest of the day thinking about my new hope. Obviously inviting myself to join her running
would be beyond rude, so I merely worked out the logistics of my new morning routine, when I would
get up, what route I would run, when I would shower. Mundane details I could throw myself into, like
finding my running shoes hidden under my body armor in my deployment bag!
-Intermission- ^_^
It’s been about nine weeks, Lisa and I have been running together Monday, Wednesday and Fridays for
about seven of those weeks now. Turns out it was pure chance, or destiny maybe, that I had seen her on
Sunday. She had comms duty the next day and would miss her run so she chose to do it early.
Anyhow, I had started my own running routine and eventually we had sync’d up. The next thing I knew
we were running along together while I attempted to gasp my half of a conversation while puffing along
like an old steam engine. My 39 year old body eventually shifted from plodding along like Frankenstein’s
monster and learned to glide along the road as I was taught by the lithe, 24 year old marathon runner
(guessed it!) beside me.
Lisa was a patient and gentle coach who transformed my loathing of running into an appreciation, nay, a
genuine like of the activity! I now enjoyed trucking along in companionable silence, eyes on the horizon,
feeling my body warm up to the steady locomotion across the inhospitable landscape. We’d talk as
often as we didn’t as we jogged, our conversations ranging from our families’ back in the states, to
movies, work, life in the military, the list goes on.
Our mutual geekiness spanned the years between us and I felt my friendship with her quickly becoming
genuine affection. Inside, I hoped she felt that same, outside, I knew we had to keep things above-
board. In the military, there are real life penalties for adultery. So I kept my feelings to myself…
On top of the crushing loneliness I had been dealing with, there was another uncomfortable realty of
being away from home… I was going on five months without any physical relationship with another
human being. It’s not just the lack of sex, I won’t kid you, that’s IMPORTANT, but what was also killing
me was there wasn’t really any kind of physical contact. Aside from a handshake or two when meeting
someone… no high-fives, no fist-bumps, no hugs (side, front, or back), no sitting hip-to-hip, no cuddles,
snuggles… nothing.
I had begun to burn inside as we jogged along, sometimes willing with all my might to magically nudge
Lisa off balance so she’d stumble into me. My skin would practically tingle if our sweaty elbows so much
as brushed past each other. It was getting ludicrous, I’m not even going to mention the endless fantasies
that paraded behind my eyelids as I attempted to get to sleep every night, a tent painfully pitched in my
shorts until I finally broke down and satisfied the insistent little monster… it’s a wonder that there’s any
skin left.
I felt ridiculous, like a dirty old man lusting after someone half his age, like a stupid cartoon character or
a cliché, reduced to a parody of a middle-aged man. I hated my thoughts being run by the tyrant
between my legs and decided to fix the situation (as middle-aged men are wont to do). I hated to do it,
but I told Lisa that I was going to start running after sunset, my best solution for trying to put some
distance between us.
When she inevitably asked why, I told her it was for her own good. That people in the battalion were
starting to talk about us and that I didn’t want any rumors reaching her husband at home, nobody
needed that stress on top of the deployment too.
The hurt in her eyes was the first time I had any indication that my feelings may have been reciprocated.
She looked downcast as we finished our cool-down stretches and was uncharacteristically quiet.
“Let’s be smart about this,” I said, offering her a fist to bump.
Lisa stared at my hand for a few seconds before unenthusiastically giving it a tap with her own knuckles.
A high-five or fist bump was our traditional gesture when we parted ways after a run.
“Yeah, okay,” she said, turning and walking away, eyes on the ground.
I felt sick to my stomach. This didn’t feel right, but my mind was sure that I needed some space, even if
only to sort out the incoherent jumble in my own head. Seriously, what did I expect if this went further?
I’m sure as hell not going to give up on nearly 20 years of marriage, or risk losing my kids in a divorce, no
matter how lonely or horny I was, nothing’s worth that!
I tried to keep reminding myself that as I stumbled through my daily routine feeling ill. When I finally
went to bed, I crashed hard and went right to sleep, my dick finally silent for the first time in weeks.
I spent a couple days moping before finally gathering enough willpower to get back to running. After
another pointless 12-hour day, I got changed and headed out for a run, the sun having just set.
I ran along the main roads for a mile, lit by the portable light towers before turning of onto a side road.
The moon was already up and nearly full, coating every surface with a blue-ish, slippery kind of light. I
heard the footsteps a second before another runner came up beside me, startling the wits out of me.
“Holy shit!” I squawked, breaking stride and stumbling a bit.
“Take it easy old man,” Lisa teased with a smile, slowing a bit to let me catch my stride.
“What- what are you doing?” I asked, trying not to look too happy.
“I don’t wanna be smart about this,” Lisa defiantly said, giving my words back to me.
My heart soared in my chest and junior tried to make his presence in my shorts known, but an erection
rarely stands up, so-to-speak, to running.
“Look, I’m sorry …” I started, before Lisa cut me off.
“I know,” Lisa said sharply. “Look I know what you’re thinking, ‘cus I’m thinking it too. And no, I don’t
know what this is. I know that I’m not throwing away my marriage and my baby boy for some middle
aged man, no offense, and I know in my heart that you love your family as well.
“I also know that what’s happening here and now is real, and it means something too,” Lisa continued.
“I like you… and maybe more than like you… I know that you feel the same. I could hear it in your voice
when you said we wouldn’t run together any more…”
Lisa’s voice trailed off as we trotted along in the moonlight, the hulking forms of MRAPs and other huge
trucks lined the “street,” making a canyon of the road. The air was rapidly cooling, but the massive
vehicles continued to shed heat stored in their thick metal shells.
“And… I want you too,” Lisa spoke, ignoring the intervening silence and picking up where she left off.
Apparently, my simple brain couldn’t process this information and keep my legs moving at the same
time as I came to a stumbling halt. Lisa jogged on for a second before looking over her shoulder.
Laughing, she turned around and jogged back, stopping to stand in front of me, hands on hips and
breathing deeply.
“You want me,” I repeated dumbly, to which she nodded.
“You sure?” I asked, incredulous.
“Yeah! Is that so strange?” Lisa replied, sounding frustrated.
I looked up the road we had been running on and back the way we came, no one was in sight. I quickly
grasped Lisa’s hand and darted in between the parked MRAPs, pulling Lisa along. After 20 feet I stopped
and turned, and Lisa rushed into my arms, wrapping her own around me and holding me tight.
Suddenly it was as if every inch on me could feel every inch of her pressed against me. Her strong, wiry
arms were wrapped around my ribs and the side of her face was pressed against my sternum. I could
feel the subtle swell of her flat breasts pressing into my belly with each breath. Her warm belly was
pressed against the bulge that had suddenly appeared in my shorts.
She turned her face upward as I looked down, and bending slightly, our lips instinctually met for the first
time. Our lips were salty and slippery with sweat from running, but to me it was the most delicious thing
I had tasted in months! Our hands had a mind of their own, roaming about each other’s bodies and
grasping, groping and rubbing every hill and valley, trying to memorize the landscape.
As our mouths and tongues drank each other up, our hands rapidly found their way to where they got
the most reaction, a gasp here, a moan there. After grasping my ass tightly for a while, pulling my groin
against her body, Lisa released my buns and made some space so she could maneuver her hands
between us, pulling the elastic of my shorts and underwear away from my body and sliding her hands
down to encircle my hard shaft in one, and cup my balls in the other.
“Holy fuck!” I breathed, suddenly distracted from where I had been licking and nibbling on her ear.
“You like that, does that feel good?” Lisa cooed, squeezing my dick and balls for emphasis.
“Fuck yes,” I whispered.
“Good,” she purred. “I’ve been wanting to do this for the longest time. Every girl wants to help her
daddy out.”
Lisa had pulled back to watch my expression when she said that. My eyes got wide for a second, and
when she winked at me, I couldn’t help but return her wicked grin with one of my own.
“As long as Daddy can return the favor,” I growled into her neck as I resumed kissing and licking.
“Oh yes, Baby Girl wants everything Daddy’s got,” Lisa moaned as my hand found and firmly cupped her
pubic mound over her shorts.
Rising on her tip-toes, Lisa began biting and licking at my neck while genuinely beginning to stroke my
cock in earnest. Admittedly, my hands slowed down in seeking to return the pleasure I was receiving, my
mind duly distracted by her surprisingly delicate hands, but I did manage to work my hand under her
waistbands. My fingers wandered down through thick but incredibly soft pubic hair and immediately
found the hard nub of her clit already poking out from between her outer labia.
“Oh Daddy,” she moaned, goose-bumps spreading across her skin as I slowly circled her clit with my
middle finger.
After only a few seconds, I felt a shiver run through her whole body and my hand was pulled from her
shorts as her knees buckled and she sank to the ground, breathing heavily.
“Ungh, hah, hah,” she vocalized quietly, trembling as her orgasm ricocheted through her body.
“Um, Lisa, Lisa?” I tried to get her attention, luckily she had let go of my balls, but her remaining hand
was seriously coming close to strangling my dick and it was getting painful.
“Oh! Oh god, I’m so sorry,” Lisa finally exclaimed, blinking and recovering from her daze.
“Mmmm, let Baby make it all better,” she said coyly, leaning forward and rising up on her knees a bit to
favor the swollen, rather large mushroom-shaped head of my dick with a sweet little kiss.
With that, her lips parted and slid around and over the head, slipping a few inches of my cock into her
mouth. Though warm from running and standing between vehicles still hot from the desert sun, it felt
like my dick was being dipped in liquid fire.
Lisa began to bob back and forth a little, taking only the end of my cock into her mouth, her small fingers were wrapped around the base of the shaft and her free hand came up to gently fondle my testicles.
“Hu-oh god,” I grunted as I watched saliva begin dripping from her lips into the dust beneath us.
“I’m gunna, I’m gunna…” I tried to warn her that I was going to come, but she already knew.
Lisa looked up into my eyes and stopped bobbing, leaving only my head between her lips. She
lengthened her stroking motion and added a little twist and gave me a “I’ve got this” wink again. I could
see and feel that she was applying some serious suction to my twitching organ.
“Fffffuuuuuck!” I squeaked as I felt my very soul jet out of my hard cock into Lisa’s hungry mouth.
She stroked and pulled, sucked and swallowed as I reached behind me to steady myself against the hot
metal skin of the MRAP, my knees becoming weaker and weaker. Lisa pulled her mouth of my dick with
an audible “pop” and I allowed myself to sink, plopping down in the dirt in front of her. My cock was
clean as a whistle and nearly dry as the last of the remaining moisture evaporated quickly.
“Holy crap,” I sighed. “That was incredible!”
“Thank you, I was hoping I could do that for you.”
“Are you kidding? That was fantastic! But what about you? Surely I can do better.”
“I don’t know, I feel a lot better now and don’t really fancy rolling around in the dirt,“ Lisa said as she
looked around us.
I looked around too, thinking for a minute.
“I’ve got an idea,” I said, standing up and tucking my still-hard dick under my waistband. I dusted off a
little and reached a hand down to Lisa.
“I’ll give it a try, as long as we won’t get caught,” she replied, reaching to take my hand.
The MRAPs on either side of us had large cylindrical gas tanks much like a semi-truck, they are right
under the driver’s door and have steps on them and form a sort of platform under the door. I brought
Lisa over to one and backed her into it. I placed my hands on her waist to pick her up onto it. With a
little hop on her part, I easily lifted her onto her perch, I guessed that she probably weighed around 90
pounds.
Sitting on the tank, Lisa’s belly was at the same level as my face. I rested against the tank and wrapped
my arms around her waist, she responded by hugging my head and wrapping her legs around my back.
We stayed that way for a minute before I began kissing at her t-shirt covered stomach. Lisa let go of my
head and leaned back, pulling the bottom of the t-shirt up so I could start kissing up and down her
goose-bumped belly.
Lisa lifted her shirt higher, revealing her sports bra, her hard nipples showing even through the tight
fabric. I started kissing and nibbling at first one, then the other through the stretchy cloth. Lisa sighed
and shivered, responding to my attention. I slowly lifted the elastic at the bottom of the bra upward,
peeling the skin-tight garment back over her tits.
I paused to admire her unique breasts in the reflected moonlight between the vehicles. They were
smaller than A-cups and a little saggy, with large bumpy areolae and nipples dragging at the empty,
loose skin. The dark nipples stood out against the pale skin beneath the bra.
“God, they’re beautiful,” I said breathlessly, meeting her eyes.
“Y-you think so?” she asked timidly, clearly not expecting my reaction.
She couldn’t have known that I found all women’s bodies unique and beautiful each in their own way, so
I reassured her the best way I knew how. I leaned in and tenderly licked at her right nipple, up and down
and then around. As she responded by arching her back and pressing her breast toward my face, I began
sucking on the hard nub of flesh.
“Mmm-hmm!” I praised wordlessly, sucking the puckered nipple deep into my mouth, opening wide to
get as much of her loose tit-flesh into my mouth as possible.
Lisa gasped and moaned as my mouth made love to her right tit and I began playing with her left, gently
pulling on the nipple, tenting the skin away from the small boob.
“Yesssss,” she hissed. “Harder…. Harder…. More…”
I slowly grasped her nipple harder, and as she coached me further with whispered instruction, I pulled
her nipples far from her chest, pinching with my fingers and teeth.
“Oh! Oh, oh oh,” she whimpered, reaching between her legs to first rub on her crotch through her
shorts, then franticly squirming and using shaking hands to slide both shorts and panties down over her
rump and thighs.
I disengaged long enough to let her rise up to get her clothes clear of her ass and helped her pull them
down her legs, fumbling to pull them over one shoe, freeing her to spread her limbs. As I stepped back
toward her, she pulled me in with her legs and clasped my face to her left breast this time.
“I’m uneven, it’s this one’s turn now,” she declared with a chuckle.
I repeated my actions from before, mirroring them on the left tit, slowly increasing pressure and pulling
until Lisa was groaning and gasping. She released my head and slithered a hand between us to begin
vigorously massaging her hairy mound and rubbing circles over her now dripping slit.
“I wanna taste you!” I confessed.
“Yes! Yes, yes please Daddy!”
I began kissing and licking my way down as my hands guided her rump closer to the edge of the tank she
was perched on. I kissed down into her thick patch of pubic hair. It was the straightest pubic hair I had
ever seen, long and unexpectedly soft. The naked, wet nub of her clitoris bumping against my chin as I
momentarily slowed my progress to admire the feel of her soft pubes against my lips.
I moved lower and admired how her thick crinkly lips protruded beyond her outer labia. Lisa gasped as I
took each lip separately into my mouth and sucked a little, discovering that one side was significantly
larger than the other, they were amazing!
“God I love your lips,” I said earnestly, reassuring her with praise.
“Thank you Daddy, I love what you’re doing there too… don’t stop.”
I continued to suck one, then the other lip into my mouth, in between I would swirl my tongue around
her stiff clit. Looking up I found Lisa watching me, smiling and breathing in gasps and pants. After doing
this for a while, I centered my mouth over her clit and began to suck harder while also sliding my tongue
down to tease the hot opening of her vagina.
“Oh, oh yes Daddy, suck my pussy! Suck my pussy and make me come!”
Her encouragement was accompanied by more and more juices, filling my mouth and running over my
chin, her puckered asshole and between her cheeks. Her flavor was slightly sweet and a little tangy, to
me it tasted like the nectar of the gods. Lisa’s breath was now coming ion great ragged breaths, I loved
watching her belly, her abs coming into prominence beneath her normally flat tummy.
She was viciously mauling her right tit with one hand as the other ran through my hair. She would pull
on the nipple, dragging her tit alternately out and down, stretching it farther than I did, farther than I
would have imagined possible. It looked painful but was oddly erotic to watch.
I knew she was close when I felt her fingers in my hair grasp a handful as she pulled my mouth harder
onto her incredible pussy. She began rocking her hips and I felt her canal spasming below my mouth. I
felt her grasp my head with both hands and she pulled me hard onto her pussy. I felt my mouth fill with
her sweet syrupy cum along with a few hot spurts that were decidedly bitter and salty. I swallowed it all
and let her ride out her orgasm on my face.
In a minute she had stopped convulsing and slowly released two handfuls of my hair, I reluctantly stood
up, loath to abandon her steamy pussy. She gently pulled me to her and embraced me, her dripping
pussy soaking my shirt and my face against her sweaty chest… it was heaven!
“Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you…” she whispered between breaths.
Lisa let me stand back a little as she leaned in and began kissing and licking my sticky face and neck
where she had coated me with her juices. This resulted in another hot make out session, but the
immediate hunger had been quenched, the inferno of desire was now simmering embers and we
mutually, wordlessly decided to wait for more, and slowly dressed ourselves and straightened each
other out.
We cautiously exited our little nook and walked along the road, I shivered a little, it was decidedly cooler
away from the vehicles. The sweat on our skin was now clammy, but it didn’t last long as the arid
climate swiftly wicked the moisture away. By the time we met the main road, even the last of the great
wet spot on the front of my t-shirt was gone, though I could still discerned the delightful odor of her
pussy. I smiled at the thought.
“You’re smiling,” Lisa observed. “No regrets?”
“Absolutely no regrets!” I chimed. “I loved everything about that, I love y-“
Lisa looked up and me sideways when I trailed off and smiled with just a twinge of pain.
“I know, no regrets here,” she said wistfully. “I love… this… too.”
“So, um… did you pee a little when you came?” I asked in a bid to change the subject.
“Oh god, I did, didn’t I?” she realized, covering her face with her hands in embarrassment.
“Hey, hey! It’s cool, I don’t mind, really!”
“No, no! You don’t have to say that, I should have warned you! I’m sorry!”
“Seriously,” I said, stopping her and turning her to face me. “It didn’t bother me in the least. I’m totally
okay with it. Stop apologizing!”
“Oh god, I’m so embarrassed, are you sure?” she asked again.
“Yes, totally sure! You don’t trust me?”
“I- I do… I’ve just had… it’s been bad before,” she started to explain. “It’s always kind of been a thing
with me… I… I tend to pee a bit when I come… so I don’t do… certain things, with guys.”
“Look Lisa, after what we just did, what we have here… what I want to keep doing… Look, I think you’re
amazing. There’s not a single thing that I don’t like about you. Not what I’ve seen, heard, done, heh,
tasted… I would do it all over again and more! You can do anything, tell me anything, ask me anything
you want!”
Lisa looked at me sideways again, as we had resumed walking, with an expression on her face like ‘is this
guy for real?’ before sighing and beginning slowly with a determined, yet kind of fatalistic expression on
her face.
“Okay, so be it,” she began. “So, yeah, I pee a little when I come, so growing up it kind of became a
thing, I associated pissing with orgasm. Now it’s all blown out of proportion. I can almost orgasm just by
going to the toilet. When I do orgasm, it intensifies when I pee… it’s become some kind of self-
reinforcing feedback loop. But it caused a lot of problems when it came to actual sex. I can kind of hide it
with regular sex, just saying I’m ‘extra wet,’ but oral’s a different story.
“I don’t know why I let you go down on me… the idea… or the thought… of getting caught, peeing that
is, by you was… also kind of a turn on. Maybe part of the ‘daddy’ play, I dunno. But it’s also scary, I lost
too many boyfriends, so I just stopped letting guys go down.
“So, now you know,” she sighed, looking up at me again. “What now?”
“Hmmm, where to begin?” I thought aloud, offering her a warm smile to assure her. “Okay, I have
questions, but they’re just because I’m curious, the answers won’t affect how I feel about you or
anything. But first off, the whole pee thing, DOES. NOT. BOTHER. ME.”
“O-kaaay,” Lisa acknowledged carefully.
“Do YOU like the peeing bit? Does it get you excited?”
“Yes, but I’m weirded out. Sometimes I can forget that and it gets fun, but afterward I’m ashamed… like
I’m some kind of pervert.”
“Fair enough. Does your husband know, what does he think about it?”
“Oh, ouch. Get personal why doncha. Yes, he does… kind of. I let him know that I pee when I come, so
he doesn’t know that peeing in general gets me off.”
“Does he go down on you?”
“No,” Lisa answered, sort of hugging herself.
“Sorry,” I offered.
“Not your problem… We work around it, I- I think it’ll get better.”
“Cool, okay… so, would you like to be able to be yourself during sex?”
“What do you mean? Who do you think I am during sex?”
“I’m not trying to make a joke, I just- I just want you to be able to do… or have… whatever comes
naturally… just be yourself… no holding back… what happens, happens… you know?”
“I think so,” Lisa looked thoughtful, glancing my way. “No limits?”
“Yep, no limits!”
“Okay, I guess we’ll see next time,” she said with a little more bounce in her step.
“Next time,” I agreed.
We wrapped up our conversation as we neared the more populated areas of camp and we separated
hopefully before anyone spotted us together again. After getting cleaned up, I think I was asleep before
my head hit the pillow, despite the storm of thoughts and emotions in my head.
