The maid's striptease and pee show

The maid gets a surprise I am alone in the house. It is time to pee. I go to the toilet and open the door. I leave the light off and the door open because enough light seeps in from the windows in the living room. I turn around at the toilet bowl, stick my hands up under the long house dress I am wearing, grab my knickers, pull them down to my knees and let them hang there. Then I lift my skirt, stick it under the elastic band at the waist-level of my dress and sit down on the toilet bowl. I have a small pee hole and a big bladder, which produces a thin and long-lasting pee stream. The pee stream emits a hissing sound while I pee and pee. As I am sitting there looking out in the air, waiting to finish, something happens. I am Josie, Miss Josephine Gorgeford, thirty-five years of age and maid in a two story house, the home of the Pipp-Thompsons. I have been maid there for ten years. I work once a week. Usually only Spencer, the eighteen-year-old son of Mr. and Mrs. Pipp-Thompson, is present during my working hours. He comes home from school a few hours after I have started working. We have a good relationship and sometimes I help him with his homework. When I do that, I sit in a chair beside him in my house dress, which is a long skirt with buttons down the front from my throat to my ankles. When I cross my legs and bend slightly forward, folds in the skirt form through which he can see bare skin and perhaps my panties. According to the glances he casts at me once in a while, he finds me a bit sexy in my work outfit. Spencer's face appears in the doorway! His mouth is half open, his eyes are big, and he looks amazed. I exclaim, "I can't believe this!" I get up, run up to him, and close the door in his face. Just as I closed the door, he had lowered his eyes and looked down at the floor below me. I look down at myself. My knickers span the area between my feet. They look old and worn. The white crotch of them shows the shape of my pussy; the oval pussy shape with a hint of pussy crack is evident. Now I discover that my skirt is not hanging down but is still hanging at the waist of my dress. He had seen my pussy with its tight, black pussy hair! It had been visible in the daylight from the living room all the while when I was running towards him from the time he spotted me on the toilet. What a disaster! He is running down the stairs to his room now, and I hear that he is in stocking feet. Aha ? so he had sneaked in on me! Oh, well, the accident was his fault, then. I finish my business on the toilet, leave the toilet room and resume my housework. I see no more of Spencer that day. An astonishing suggestion One day a few weeks later, I am again working at the house of the Pipp-Thompsons. I have put the incident on the toilet behind me. I am busy vacuuming the carpet in the living room when Spencer comes up the stairs from his room on the ground floor and says almanbahis şikayet hello. It seems as if there is something bothering him. I smile at him and ask if there are any lessons I can help him with, but he says no. I understand that it is difficult for him to tell and in order to help him I say, "Can you give me a hint ? a single word, perhaps?" He thinks about it a while, and then he says, "Pee." He looks anxiously at me. I guess, "Well, maybe you have seen some girls peeing in the woods on the way home from school." No, but he says I am close. I look expectantly at him. "Do you remember when I saw you on the toilet?" he asks. "How could I forget?" I say coldly. He says nothing. I am getting more and more curious and say, "Okay, let's have it." He takes courage and says, "I wonder if you would let me see you do it again." He looks uncertainly at me. I am astounded. I cannot believe my ears, and that I tell him, "What are you saying?" He looks startled. "Are you mad at me for what happened?" he says nervously. "No - o," I say and look down because, earlier, I did make up my mind to forget the subject. I choose to treat his questions seriously then and there since we have such a good relationship and he has taken the trouble to ask. Was it so important that he had seen me half naked on the toilet? Not really, but perhaps he had seen a bit too much. I blush ? my naked body must have been quite a sight for him. But can I endure it? "You looked awesome!" he says. I raise my eyes and look at him. He seems to have regained his self-confidence. "I saw your panties ? and everything else!" he continues eagerly, "You were so great when you came walking towards me ?like a queen!" I feel flattered. I smile, ruffle his hair and say, "You're a bit of a Peeping Tom, aren't you?" He does not comment on that, but says instead, "The only thing I did not see was a real pee stream." His face has a begging expression. This is obviously important to him. "I see. So, you like to watch a girl pee. Is that what are you thinking about?" I say. "Yes, I think peeing girls are so exciting," he says. "There is one more thing," he hurries to say, "after you had gone, I returned to the bathroom and licked some pee off of the floor. I had seen that you peed a little when you got up from the toilet seat." I had not noticed it myself and had not cleaned the toilet floor afterwards because I had already washed it that day. "I just had to ask. Do you mind?" he concludes. "Well, maybe not," is my answer. He looks relieved. I ask how he discovered his interest for peeing girls and girls' pee, and he tells willingly, "When I was a kid, I was often down at the beach. There was a group of girls there. One day they were all in particularly good spirits. They had brought a bucket. They peed in the bucket all day. Late in the day one of them disappeared with the bucket. I had taken a nap almanbahis canlı casino when I was suddenly awakened by something splashing over my head. It was she with the bucket that was emptying the bucket over me. She said, 'This will teach you to mind your own business.' First, I was shocked. But then I licked the pee off of the ground and leaves." Spencer's red cheeks revealed that he had become excited as if he relived the situation. "But why did they do that?" I ask. "I don't understand that either," he says innocently, "I was only sleeping under some bushes. It's true!" Hmm, he had probably been sleeping because he was tired after having spied on the girls for hours while they changed, bathed, sunbathed ? and peed. And he had probably done that many times earlier. The girls had poured their pee over him to cure him, but had achieved the opposite effect. This reminds me of a story that is being told about the Pipp-Thompson family, a story that is claimed to be true. It is about the family's Peeping Tom tendencies, and it appears as if the family has its own Peeping Tom gene. The family, then called Topp-Prudence, should have acquired its name in the late 1800s when three persons representing different generations of the family should have been convicted in The Supreme Court of extensive Peeping Tom activities. Some of the victimised families were represented among the judges, and the Topp-Prudence family had negotiated with these representatives to choose a name change rather than paying a huge fine. The victims were the ones who had suggested the name change, and the name had to be kept for 777 years. The three suspects were accused of having attained visual access to women's private quarters. They had used an advanced, several yards long viewing device they had made themselves from wooden boards, mirrors, and lenses. They had been observed while they performed daring operations like hanging from eaves by their feet. The witness reports also included a dazzling view of the viewing device as it was carried along the horizon in front of a beautiful sunset. The accused had succeeded in observing ladies in their lingerie ? common girls in their knickers ? and they had also had the luck of observing women in all their glory, in their birthday suits. The prosecuting lawyer had said that feminine intimacies across the district had in this abominable way been on display for the enjoyment and admiration solely of the Topp-Prudences, who deserved a stern judgment. The defence attorney had argued that the punishment had to be gentle because the viewing device had shown the objects unclear due to poor lens quality. The device was still on display in the long room of Scotland Yard's Black Museum for crime artefacts. When Mr. Pipp-Thompson, Spencer's father, hears someone tell this story, he becomes furious and says that the story is nonsense and rubbish almanbahis casino and untrue from beginning to end, in spite of the fact that evidence for the contrary does exist. He also says that he intends to pursue to The Supreme Court if necessary anyone who tells the story publicly. However, evil tongues say that Mr. Pipp-Thompson is lying because The Supreme Court still has a member that belongs to one of the victimised families, and this means that he would most likely lose the case. I sigh. I ask Spencer if he has a girlfriend, but get no answer, which suggests that he does not have any. "Get yourself a girlfriend!" I say and add, "A boy your age has had a number of girlfriends. A girl in love will do anything for her boyfriend." "Really?" he says with a dreamy look in his eyes. I take hold of his shoulders, turn him around, push him towards the stairs, and say, "Go straight down to your room and think about it." He goes down to himself, and I resume vacuuming. The next days proceed normally, and I do not think of Spencer's suggestion anymore. The maid makes a decision One night I cannot sleep, I think about the look on Spencer's face when he saw me sitting on the toilet. My heart is beating hard and fast. I need to see that facial expression again! But how could I make it happen? Why, he had himself told me what he wanted ... Should I go to the extent of letting him watch me pee again? Well, we are always alone in the house ? no one would see it. But how should I do it? And where? On the toilet? No, better in the living room with good daylight through the large windows there. I continue thinking while I am lying there... As I stand up one day I shall be working at the family Pipp-Thompson's house, I take courage and decide to ask Spencer if he wants me to pee for him ? the way I want to do it. I pick out a pair of panties in a drawer of my closet and put them on. I go to the Pipp-Thompson house and start working. After a while, I need to pee. In order to collect pee for Spencer, I choose not to go to the toilet. Now and then, I excite myself by crossing my legs and pushing my hand against my pussy. But he is late today ? what is he doing? Finally, I hear the front door downstairs being opened. It must be Spencer coming home from school. I shout, "Spencer, is that you? Can you come up here a minute?" He is coming up the stairs. I am nervous ? my heart is beating heavily. Spencer is interested in what I think of doing, but I do not know what he will think about my plan. I ask him how his school day has been. All right, he says vaguely. It seems that not everything is okay. He needs an encouragement ? a powerful one! I put my hand on the bottom of my stomach and say, "Do you see this bulge on my stomach?" "Oh, you're pregnant. Congratulations, Josie!" he says. "Don't be silly, I don't make babies down there! Now you really need to get yourself a girlfriend who can teach you the ABC of the female body." "The ropes about the female body from other girls? But why can't you tell me, Josie?" he says, adding with a smile, "Since you help me with so many other things." I smile back at him because he is right about that.