BACK TO SCHOOL (& Elle)... (Part 36d)

It wasn’t quite as warm as it had been the day before and the wind was fairly strong. As we stood by the barn trying to decide the best place to lay out the towel I noticed that there appeared to be two ruts among the tall weeds. I suggested that we take a walk to see where they went. Elle wasn’t all that anxious to do it but she did follow me once I started walking. Time wise I don’t remember how long we walked but It wasn’t all that far before we came upon a small stream. There were a lot of rocks lining it and it was hard to follow it because of them. I took off my shoes and socks and Elle slipped off her sandals and we began walking out in the stream. The water was cold and we hadn’t gone all that far when Elle said that it wasn’t a good idea. I had no idea what she was talking about. Once I turned and looked back at her I knew. She had a big smile on her face and may have even been laughing. She’d been holding her skirt up since we stepped into the water and I could see her peeing into the stream. With a smile on her face I knew she wasn’t upset. She pointed to my almost instant bulge and I’ll admit that I was embarrassed. I shouldn’t have been.

We’d danced around my interest in her wetting for years. She’d make a comment, sort of noting it, and then, for whatever reason, the talk would end. Not wanting to upset her by showing undo interest in the topic I’d just let it go. But, down deep inside I really wanted to discuss it. As I’d mentioned way back when Elle was getting ready for her ”procedure“, I was a bit concerned that if it turned out that it cured her that she’d be reluctant to wet, willingly, for me. But, when I saw that smile on her face and me just standing there all red faced, there was nothing I could do but acknowledge it. I walked back to her and made straight for her crotch with my right hand and straight for her lips with mine. If we weren’t standing in the stream I’m sure we would’ve ended up horizontal within a few minutes. Elle made no effort to keep my fingers from getting into her wet panties and it got really ”hot“ until we ended up almost falling into the stream. We made our way to the shore but it was so rocky that we couldn’t do what we both knew we wanted to do.

Our only choice was to make our way back to the barn. It was on this walk that Elle brought up the topic of my interest in her wetting. In her own way she was teasing me about it. I’ve never been one that took well to teasing and really didn’t respond well. By the time we got back to the barn the ”passion“ was gone but not Elle’s interest in finding out why I got so ”excited“ when she fully wet herself. I didn’t know the answer myself and when I gave that answer she still pressed on. I can’t reprise the conversation but did manage to get her to acknowledge her own need to give me a ”squirt“ of pee to keep herself lubricated when we were making out. I’m pretty sure that I used that point to justify it, saying that her full wetting was just an extension of that. I think I even asked her if we didn’t almost always get ”cozy“ (a term she liked to use for making out) after she did, but I’m not sure. One thing I do remember about the continuing conversation was that, initially, Elle sat yoga style, giving me a wonderful view of her pantied crotch. In any case, it appeared to me that from that point forward I wouldn’t have much of a problem with asking her to pee for me and to, within reason, get a positive response.

I made a few brief attempts to get us back to where we had been while standing in the stream but without much success. She let me rub her crotch while we lay, side by side, but not for very long. I didn’t want to push my luck so accepted what I got and focused on having a better evening. We decided go to the diner that had been recommended. Elle’s panties were still a bit damp and I was really surprised when she pulled a pair of cotton panties out of her bag and stepped into them. My mind was whirling. Had she planned to pee in her panties? Did she do it just for me or, was it only a ”just in case“ thing? I knew it was the first time I’d ever seen it. Interesting... very interesting!

She used the bathroom as soon as we arrived and I, anticipating a return to the hill where we’d parked the night before, suggested that she might want to pee through her panties before we left. I debated with myself before verbalizing the thought but was emboldened by our earlier conversation. Initially, she told me to ”shut up“ but when we got up to leave she had a smirky smile on her face as she headed for the ladies room.

When we got to my car I tried to get a feel of her panties by sliding my hand up under her skirt. She gave my arm a whack that really hurt so I didn’t find out. The fact that she’d pulled the hem of her skirt out wasn’t really a good indicator as she did that almost all the time anyway. As we drove to the ”hill“ I could feel a soft bulge in my pants in anticipation.

We found a place to park and quickly assumed our ”normal“ position (Elle lying across my lap, facing me, with my right hand happily rubbing her crotch) where I found that she had done as I had suggested. Because it was still light out Elle made me ”behave“. After it got dark I got her to pee outside the car but only through the nylon ones (I’d removed the cotton pair earlier). Once back in the car we pretty much reprised the previous night.

Sunday was pretty tame. Elle was sure some of the other girls knew we’d been ”pretty involved“ so said that it would be a good idea to back off a bit, at least on Sunday. I asked how they would've known and she just said they did. I couldn’t complain as it really had been a good two nights for us. We spent most of the day studying on the lawn in the back yard of the sorority. Elle did appease me from time to time by giving me some good upskirt looks. Elle had pledge duty (hazing the new pledges to the sorority) starting at 6pm so I left early. The beautiful memories made for a quick trip back to my campus.

To be continued...