Mrs. Alice Griffin was in her mid-forties. Her second marriage to a tax accountant, a marriage of convenience in which there was extremely little or positively no sexual play, had turned sour only weeks after the brief city hall ceremony.
Andrew Griffin spent most of his time in the big city with his accounts and was home briefly only on weekends to either change his clothing or to take a bath. As the months passed, Alice and her husband grew further and further distant. For example, it had been two weeks since they'd even spoken to each other. She had not seen him in more than one week and a half.
So it could go without saying that among all the totally sex-starved humans in the town of P- who were in many ways good-looking and wholesomely attractive individuals (mostly women) with latent sex appeal, Alice Griffin could have won first prize.
In fact, she was so sex starved, she was sex-crazed. Had any of the people she dealt with daily in the affairs on the employment agency had any idea of the lewd and lustful, vulgar and corruptive and obscene thoughts that went through her little head daily, they would have thrown up their arms in horror, in utter disbelief!
How could so gentle a looking woman who kept her long hair so neatly braided, who wore severe looking dress suits, boots always polished and horn rimmed glasses attached to a guard chain around her neck-how could a woman who spoke matchless English, who smoked with a long tapered cigarette holder… a woman whose complexion was so clear as any child's, a woman whose cheeks were rosy as if she played outdoors-how could a woman of this description wallow in such base, wanton depths of sex-sin only psychologically trained sexologists have the courage to explain?
"Jeffrey, I realize the embarrassment I've caused you, dear. Won't you forgive me? Jeffrey," she paused, coming just a step or two closer to the table at which he was sitting, his head still bowed, his hands trembling, and his body sweating as it never had, "please, Jeffrey… please?"
He managed to glance up. He took a deep breath then began to inhale evenly. He smelled her perfume. It tickled his nostrils. He wondered why he hadn't noticed it before. How could he possibly have not checked the ladies room to find out if anyone was inside before he took down his pants to jerk off! He couldn't understand this!
"… through the crack in the door… through the crack in that door… you saw me… everything… Mrs. Griffin?"
She came much closer. "Yes, Jeffrey… everything." She smiled weakly and her look was so sympathetic, and her eyes suddenly so friendly, that he began to feel a little better.
"… and Jeffrey, I do understand. I want you to know that I understand. I understand young boys. And Jeffrey, playing with oneself isn't really all that world-shaking. It's not as bad as many people make out, Jeffrey. I know."
He looked up at her. Her features were more sympathetic and her smile was kind. Her eyes were soft. As he let his eyes wander over her face, it occurred to him that until now he'd never really looked at her closely. There were no lines in her face and he noticed that she wore no facial makeup at all. This surprised Jeffrey.
"I just want to be sure I didn't offend, insult you, Mrs. Griffin."
"Oh, Jeffrey, my dear boy. You didn't offend me at all. Not at all."
"I was just lost in my thoughts, that's all."
"I know…! know."
For a long moment there was complete silence. Then all of sudden it was shattered when a train, the express to the city that didn't stop in the town, roared overhead and whistled and then barreled through the train station. The whole bar shook and bottles on the back bar rattled.
"Oh wow!" Jeffrey exclaimed. The noise had come so suddenly, he'd almost ducked.
Finally, he got up enough courage to ask Mrs. Griffin if she'd like to sit down, maybe have a beer with him.
She accepted. "You see, Jeffrey," she said, taking the chair next to him, not across from him as he'd thought she would, "I was on my way to chat with Mrs. James about you and your sweet sister's welfare."
Jeffrey thanked her. Then he excused himself. He returned with a vodka and orange juice for her, another beer for himself.
For some moments, he went into detail about the fraternity house, their accommodations up in Mrs. James' apartment, the work down in the dining room. Mrs. Griffin listened politely, sipping from her drink. Jeffrey wondered about telling Mrs. Griffin about the van's being stolen and returned safe and sound by Mrs. James' friend, then decided that it could do no harm since it was evident that Mrs. Griffin was truly on their side.
"That's so wonderful," she cried, her eyes flashing. "That's just marvelous, Jeffrey. I'm so happy for you, honey."
Her use of the word 'honey' gave Jeffrey a funny feeling. It suddenly made him feel very close to the older woman.
As they chatted on and on, they were becoming more and more friendly. Several times Jeffrey found himself touching her hands and several times, she was holding his hand as she told him this and that.
After two more beers, the conversation turned to unadulterated sex. Mrs. Griffin openly confessed how sex starved she was. Jeffrey found himself listening intently.
"You know," she said in a low whisper, "and I hope you won't mind my telling you, Jeff, but when I saw you with your penis in your hand, I found myself getting wildly excited." She squeezed his fingers with her own and Jeff squeezed back. As she went on talking, he could feel his prick swelling; and he loved the sensation. Whenever she would lick her lips, or weave her tongue as she talked, he found himself staring at her. Once when she idly brushed off a piece pf dust from the front of her suit jacket, he noticed that the palm of her hand had almost cupped her breast.
Another time when their knees touched under the table, neither made any effort to move away. This, in one way, signaled the beginning. But what really triggered if off was her question:
"I know it's none of my business, honey," she laughed, touching his arm, running her fingers up to his elbow as she herself leaned on the table, her eyes into his, "but when do you go to the toilet to urinate. Gosh," she exclaimed, "you've got a barrel full of beer inside you."
Jeffrey laughed. "You know," he said, "I had the same thought, Mrs. Griffin…"
She interrupted. "Jeffrey," she said in a very tiny voice, her tongue again wetting her lower lip, "could you call me Alice? It would please me very much, Jeffrey."
He smiled and their fingers clasped tightly. "Yes, Alice," he said, his voice low, a kind of softness spreading over his body as if he were lightly drugged. The silence in the back room, the nearness of her, the sweet almost intoxicating perfume she wore and their knees touching under the table, not to mention the many glasses of strong beer that he'd drunk-well, all of this was going to his head, if that's the place-and he was feeling great!
"You want to know something?" She was on her third vodka and orange juice now and her voice was growing lower and lower, more whispery as the moments passed.
"What, yes," he answered, allowing her fingers to caress his cheeks. She had shifted her chair closer to his. Now their legs were touching far above their knees. She had also opened her jacket. Under this she wore a black silk blouse that gleamed in the soft afternoon light that streamed throughout the grimy window that overlooked the back alley.
Jeffrey could see the outline of her half-brassiere when she'd move or stretch; and he was terribly conscious of her eyes in his when he'd sneak a glance. Once she brushed her fingertips over both breasts, a bright, teasing smile in her eyes as she did.
"Well, we can be honest with each other, can't we, Jeffrey… I mean, now, that… well, since we've talked about sex and making love and how I feel some of the time… and since," she smiled softly, lowering her voice to a deep whisper, "and since I've seen you playing with your penis, yes… okay?"
She leaned forward and he held her shoulders gently. "Yes," he breathed. "We can be honest, Alice. I want to be all honest, very honest with you," he said and his words were slightly slurred from the beer.
"… it's about you having to piss, Jeffrey."
"I do, very much. I keep holding it back in, Alice."
"I do that too, honey. I always keep it back in for a space. Then when I let it out, I just love the wild feelings. I love to listen to it, too… "
She brought her face closer to his. The smell of her perfume and the warmth of her skin so close to his own face made him very passionate.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked.
"Oh, yesssss, Jeffrey. Oh, honey. Yes. Kiss me… it's been so long since I've been kissed… so very very long, honey."
When their lips met, both instantly crushed against the other. Jeffrey's tongue was the first to grope and stab inside Alice's mouth. Her tongue swirled and twisted past his tongue and speared into his mouth. Soon both were taking turns sucking on the other's tongue.
Mrs. Griffin took Jeffrey's hands and placed them on her silky breasts. Jeff began to massage them. Then her right hand slid under the table and pulled her skirt up as high as it would go. Their eyes were boring into the others.
"Ohooooooo, Jeffrey," she was moaning. "Ohoooooo, this is the sweetest… the sweeeettteeeest thing, Oh, sooooo nice," she murmured, sucking on his tongue when she wasn't whimpering, licking his lips, licking his nose, kissing him.
He pulled away gently. "I think I'd better v go… J think so," he said.
"… to piss, honey?"
"Yes… I've got to go now really bad."
"Really bad, honey. So much beer piss inside of you? A whole lot? Yes?"
She took his hand and led it under the table. "Feel my pussy, honey. It's hot. I don't have any panties on. I took them off in the toilet so I could play with my pussy while I watched you play with your beautiful prick… OHoooooo, Jeffrey, I never thought I would tell you that… ohooooo, yesssssss," she moaned, feeling his eager fingers swimming around her crisp pussy hairs as she spread open her naked thighs under the table.
"Ohooooo, Jeffrey, yessss feel my pussy… yesssss, touch it… it's so hot… for your fingers, your lovely long fingers… oooooooooh ooooooo, yesssssss!"
"… I have to piss something terrible… "
"Hold it in just a little longer… for me… hold it in. It's getting hotter and hotter, Jeffrey… I love it when it's so hot it's almost scalding… ohooo, do you know what I mean, Jeffrey? Do you, honey? Do you know what I mean when I say I love hot piss? Do you? Do you?" she was whimpering and grinding back on his three fingers as they plowed in and out of her hot fiery cunt.
"Please… Alice…! must piss. I must… if I don't, if I don't soon," he cried, "I'll piss right here. I will," he giggled.
"Oh, how I'd love that, just love that… oh God, how I'd love that… " She sat forward, she kissed him deeply. She kissed his cheeks. She squirmed on his fingers as they fumbled inside her hot pussy.
"Jeffrey, can I… would you let me come into the toilet with you, please, honey? Would you let me… Please? Please?" she begged, tears beginning to cloud her eyes.
"Yes… yes… Come… come on, Alice. I can't hold it back a second more."
In the toilet, Alice Griffin kneeled down by the bowl. She opened his fly. She took out his penis. Holding it, admiring it, she kissed its full length. She took the head of it into her hot mouth. Her eyes looked up at him imploringly.
He held her by the head with both hands. He threw back his own head. As she sucked, she sneaked her hands under his shirt until her fingers were squeezing his bladder from both sides.
She was murmuring, whining and whimpering all at once as her eyes danced.
She pulled her mouth off, grasping his huge prick and aiming it at the bowl. Rubbing her lips up and down the entire length of the thick shaft, she licked and kissed furiously as Jeffrey emptied his full bladder into the churning toilet bowl.