It’s a sunny Sunday morning in Southern California and I’m making my usual run to Trader Joe’s - when you live in SoCal, where else would you shop?

I grab a basket and make a right turn into the produce section. TJ’s has everything. I need an avocado. Walking up to the display where they are, I see you. You’ve got about 5 ripe ones in your basket and you are examining, squeezing, checking to find another.

Of course, I’m checking out more than the produce. You’ve got this incredible brown shoulder-length hair parted off to the side that I’d love to pull. You’re wearing glasses that actually make you look sexy. Beautiful eyes and lips, such a pretty face. There’s a bit of cleavage showing under your top. You have my attention.

I smile at you. “Wow! You’ve got quite a few avocados there. Having a big party?”

You look up at me and we make eye contact. Your lips part and they stay parted for just a little too long. There’s obviously an instant attraction between us. We both feel it.

Your spell finally breaks.

“Oh. Yeah. There’s a party at work and I volunteered to bring the guacamole and chips. I hope I don’t mess it up.”

“Just keep it simple. Lime, cilantro, and some salt are all you need. Where’s work? What do you do?”

“I work at UCLA in the Medical Center.”

“The Med Center? I did my undergrad at UCLA. Geology. The Med Center is huge. A great place to get lost.”

“I’m an associate professor at the School of Nursing. New job. New beginnings. I just moved here from back east. And yeah, I’m still trying to find my way around the school… and LA. This is a great place to live, but it’s so easy to get lost.”

I give you a confident smile. “I’ve lived here my whole life. I’m pretty good at getting around. I can teach you things. Need a guide?”

You give me a warm smile back. “Mmm. I’d love that. I’m El. Give me your phone and I’ll put myself in your contacts. Call me if you’re interested.”

I was and I did.

Months later, you told me the first time you met me “my sweet smiling face” made you feel comfortable and safe. It was mutual. We show each other things that other people do not see and would never guess. We explore things that would probably shock them. We are very adventurous.

One day, we’re in the shower together. The moisturizing body wash made us all slippery and smooth. I’m leaning against the wall behind you. Your back is slithering in dance-like moves rubbing against the front of me. Your arms are raised above you, your hands behind my head. You’re stretched out, a little vulnerable.

I have a breast filling each hand, massaging, softly scissoring your aching nipples between my fingers. You let out a long sigh. You moan.

Then my hand slides up to your neck. I wrap my fingers around it and squeeze. I whisper in your ear “El, you’re going to do what I tell you.”

You feel my other hand glide down your stomach. My finger slips lower between your swollen lips and I draw it up. I touch your tiny hidden hole… probing, exploring. You’ve never been touched here like this before and you tense.

“Relax. Now pee for me. Just let go. I want to feel your wet warmth. Do it. Now!”

You’re anxious, hesitant.

I pull you closer and you rest the back of your head against my shoulder. The warm water runs down your neck, your breasts and over your body.

“Baby, relax,” my lips against your ear, holding you gently against me. “Don’t think about it. Just let go.”

The water flows down, my finger still gently exploring and playing with your hidden hole. I keep my voice soft.

“Just breathe, relax. I want to feel your warm stream on my fingers. I want you to trust me with this. No holding back.”

At first, you’re not sure about playing like this. You’re adventurous, but….

Then you realize peeing like this isn’t like being a nurse or dealing with babies. This is naughty, dirty intimacy.

So you obey me. You surrender. You relax. You push. You release for me. Your stream flows through my fingers as you gush. You empty yourself.

You moan again, then you turn. Your lips touch mine, your mouth opens, and our tongues swirl. You purr.

I whisper in your ear “Good Girl.”

Your hand slides down my slippery belly and finds my member. Firmly tugging on it, you get a reaction. Blood flows. The head swells. You push the tip of your finger deep into the slit at the end.

“Uhhhhh”… my body spasms from the burning stimulation.

You look up at me and our eyes meet. You give me that smile.

“Your turn, big boy.”