The guy next to me looked at me oddly when I snickered out loud, thinking of the look on her face when she opened the door to find me standing there n...ked. Jeri was one hell of a woman, that was for sure. But she lived far away, we both knew it was probably just a one night stand thing. I did give her my phone number and she gave me hers. We did the usual ‘if you are ever in town’ bit, kissed and that was it. Back at my office, everything went right back to normal. Hal spotted the credit for. She realized that this was how I felt each morning. The urge was huge. She wondered how I held out so long. It came to her that my love for her was stronger than the urge to pee.It also came to her that the urge had a particular outcome. If she didn’t get to the bathroom, she was going to pee all over her husband and the bed. With great reluctance and urgency, she rolled away from me.“Morning Kendi. Gotta pee?”“Yes.”“Hurts doesn’t it.”“Yes”“So now you won’t whimper and moan when I need to get. She gave a kiss to my dick, then another, and other, and she put it inside of her mouth. When it was outside, I cockslapped her a little, I could see she was a little awkward, but she liked it. Grabbed my phone and she said "all you want" and I took some pictures and a short video while she masturbated me, with her nasty smile.We heard a far noise, we dressed inmediately and went out without being seen. Still inside of the museum, I helped her to fix her blouse, she rimmed her ass against me. The jacket was short enough to leave her tummy bare: from the stud in her navel dangled a pretty decoration made up of green stones chosen to match her clothes. She was wearing nothing else except strappy gold sandals with the highest heels she could manage. I suppose she might have been wearing a bra under the short jacket but I thought not. Her breasts quivered attractively as she walked towards me; and a girl who had taken so much care to dress nicely would hardly spoil the effect by adding.