I parked my car where I usually did. After placing the cover on it, I was ready to walk into the house. I saw him then, leaving the house with a bag.
"Going to get groceries, Dan?" I asked him.
"I have an appointment. I'll see you when I get back." He answered.
"Have a safe drive."
I walked into the house and locked the door behind me. My wife was supposed to be at work for another hour. His wife, on the other hand, was downstairs doing laundry. I walked down the stairs. I really had to pee. I quickly put down my backpack and rushed to the bathroom, which was right by the laundry room. Hanna was walking from the laundry room into the bathroom.
"Hey," I said without any emotion in my voice.
"Oh my fucking god!" She gasped, hand on her chest. She could never hear me coming up to her. I startled her every day and she giggled about it after she gasped. Just like every other time.
"You going into the bathroom? I gotta pee."
"No, I was just putting some new soap in this bathroom."
She bent over to pull out a bar of soap from under the sink. I pulled out my cock and pointed it at the toilet next to the sink. I held my cock pointed at the toilet as she placed the bar of soap next to the sink. I could see her in my periphery, eyeing my cock as usual.
"That's quite a stream. You really had to go." She said this and then licked her lips – typical of her.
I said nothing. I closed my eyes at the sweet relief. I had been needing to pee on the whole car ride over. I felt her arms hug me from behind. Her fragile little body against my back, she hugged me firmly. Her hands running over my chest now as I let her touch me. Her hand dropped to my hand. My hand was holding my cock. I was still peeing. I let go of my cock as she grasped it. She grasped it gently but firmly.
