Rosemary’s secret

Rosemary was a good example. I  guess she was around sixty-five, buxom and good looking with great legs. On Tuesday last week, she asked me if I could find her help her with a ‘delicate’ situation. Blushing, she mentioned that whilst her husband left her quite ‘well off’, she had been surfing the net and found what she described as ‘intimate desires mature chat room’ and had struck up a friendship with a couple who had sent her some ‘nice videos’ and they wanted some of her.

“The problem, Robert, is that I cannot film myself, can I? Would you be a love and do it for me? I am desperate because for the first time in my life, I have found someone who shares my long-term fetish in what I now believe is called 'water sports’.”

I was intrigued, so when having a sherry, I asked how her interest in water sports was triggered.

“Well, Robert, I had, and still have, a big bladder, rather like my clitoris – believe me, it can be embarrassing. Well, one day, I was lying enjoying the sun in a field and started daydreaming of the usual stuff. I was really horny and as no one was around, I took off my knickers and started getting a little stiffy, so to speak… as I was coming I had this massive urge to pee urgently, so just let it gush out which triggered the most fantastic orgasm.”

She added that she continued with her fetish on her own for many years as she thought she was a freak and not something that ladies should enjoy. “You know Robert, this is the first time I have truly found someone like me and I intend to enjoy it. So will you help me, please?”

What could I say, but yes. Arriving that evening, Rosemary opened the door dressed in a blouse covering a pair of ripe 36 DD melons finished with a flared light brown skirt stretched over her sexy belly and finishing about 2 inches below the knee.

“Go through to the living room, Robert. I have set up the basics, so to speak, but we need to get run through how we will film this… I am just going to have a drink, would you like a beer?”

Bringing me and herself a generous pint of lager, she added, “Robert, whilst I am not now embarrassed in acknowledging my ‘kink’ so to speak, this is the first time anyone has seen me do it. The last thing I want is to feel humiliated. So if what I am about to do is going to make you feel uneasy, please say so now and we will forget all about it.”

“What, Rosemary, I share your interest in a small way but have never ever met a lady who likes it as well. So no, I won’t be embarrassed… more like excited. Shall we have another pint?"

She beamed and hurriedly refilled the glasses. “Now we know where we stand, let’s make a great movie.” Lifting the settee cover, she showed the plastic sheets and those around it,”

“Now, I am not very creative, how do you think we should film this? Don’t forget this couple have been kind to send me some movies but they are rather basic… her on the toilet, him peeing on her at the same time. I would like something a bit different and as yet don’t have a –‘piss pal’ to star with. What do you think?”

My mind was going into overdrive. “What about this? You’re sitting down reading and sipping a drink, very refined. Then, you start daydreaming and slowly you pull up your skirt and start fingering yourself. You get carried away, the book drops, and you undo your blouse to show off those luscious tits and pert nipples. Now bearing in mind that I am not here, you slowly open your legs wide for the close up of your clit... and then take it away. The thing is, the film will surprise the viewer. What do you think?”

Her smile gave me the green light.

My opinion of porn videos is that they are never very erotic; an erotic film as opposed to a porn film is harder because you have to engage and build up the viewers' emotional climax as well as the participants climax.

“You have great taste, Robert. I can see you like the finer things in life.

She had replaced the plain cotton blouse with a very short grey skirt. Lifting it up revealed a sheer see-through, nylon, open crutch corselet which showed off her lovely luscious tits and rich brown areolas surrounding extremely fat nipples.  She was obviously getting into the mood and quickly finished off another pint of lager!

With her on the on the sofa, I started shooting. But there was problem… stage fright, I suppose. She looked like a very bad actress. “Look Rosemary, will it help if I help get your imagination going. This should get you in the mood; think back to that first day, the sun is hot and you’re reading a saucy chapter."

Suddenly, as if a switch in her was turned on, she was in the mood. The music and the effect of the lager took over. Languidly, she slowly opened her creamy fat thighs and started caressing her silver haired cunt .

Whilst dreamily fingering herself, Rosemary gradually unbuttoned her blouse, revealing those great tits. She was obviously getting into the mood as I swear those nipples had grown by at least another inch. She was shedding inhibitions as fast as her clit came out her labia.

So far I was just the cameraman, but I was also the voyeur. And boy would I love to fuck her. Fully reclined with her eyes dreamily half closed, she started talking extremely dirty.

“Robert, I really love my clit. It’s like a small cock in a way, don’t you think? And when I do this – rubbing her finger over the top - it makes me want to spurt.” As she said that a golden shower of piss arched across me.

With three pints of lager in my straining bladder and a very big lob on I was getting both randy and uncomfortable.

“Why Robert, I do believe I am turning you on, look at those trousers.” Looking down, I saw a large wet patch.

“You’re dribbling, you naughty man. Take off those trousers right now and come over here.”

Still filming, I scrabbled out of my trousers, and walked over. Taking my semi hard dickm Rosemary put it in her mouth and tongued my piss hole. It was fantastic but really loosened my bladder and I squirted. With it dribbling down her mouth, Rosemary smiled and swallowed. “Now you know how to squirt too,” she said.

Never once during all this did she let up pulling and tugging her clit and was getting very excited. “I don’t think I can hold out much longer, time for the close-up. This will make it easier for you.” Lifting one leg up and still rubbing and tugging her ever protruding thick clit she was gone… Sighs a moan, and then, “Hey, Robert, I have a great orgasm when I piss, but I was thinking, what would be even better is for you to piss inside me at the same time. I know you can."

This was not in the script, but my bladder was near to bursting and not having taken my magic tablet, my semi-hard cock was up to the job. Why waste this experience?

Placing the camera low and checking that we would get a great scene, I went over and eased my cock into a very wet cunt. “That’s great, Robert, you are going to make me very happy.”

“Oh that’s lovely; not hard, not soft… just the way I like it.” Then, slowly but steadily surges of hot piss gently gushed from her as her orgasm started.

She started writhing underneath me and I opened my bladder and pissed deep into her. As soon as it hit her wall she went nuts and I was showered in a literal torrent of piss. It went everywhere. Suffice to say that as soon as it started it was over… the climax.

The film? It looked great. And with a bit of editing Rosemary's cyber couple loved it so much they invited her to bring ‘her friend’ when she visits them next month. I said that I was not sure. It’s all right sometimes… but not every time. There are so many other things one can do. To be continued