But, decided to deny myself.My pussy juiced wetted my whole hand. My hips moved up and down, undulating on my fingers. My breaths were labored and it ...as getting impossible to stave off my orgasm. I slowed down on my clit to just my hand there and my body jerked. My mind was saying come but wanted to stay on the mountain. Hadn’t yet achieved multiple orgasms. Wanted to.My pussy and clit still pulsed and my fingers went back to work. My legs were wide apart and my skin was flush. Moans. The overwhelming impression that captivated him was one of smell. It was neither pleasant nor unpleasant but would become an odour that would sexually arouse him for the rest of his life. It was the peculiar combination of antiseptic and engrained piss, which emanated from the long steel urinal. The odour would become a prelude to future sexual engagements, like an elixir of lust.As Timothy mounted the raised cement slab before the long steel urinal for the first time, he innocently took out. "There's one that interests me, though," she said with a little smile.I thought I could guess which one it was. "You want to see the hookerwho became a little boy, right?" Yuck! Certainly not." Then how about the gambler who became a junior high cheerleader?" Bor-ring."I was getting frustrated. "The state patrol officer who became asecretary?" Wrong again."I threw up my hands. "I give up then. Who do you want to see?"She grinned. "I'll tell you at lunch." Wait," I called as she turned to lead. Let’s go get your bags and I’ll take you home.”“I like the sound of that. I missed being in your bed.”“An hour from now, you can be there!”We walked to the baggage claim and waited about ten minutes for her bag. Just over an hour later, we walked into the apartment in Hyde Park. The apartment was dark when we walked in because Elyse had left on Saturday morning to go to Ohio for her break. I checked my desk for important mail and there were a few letters, a couple of bills, and my usual.