Fiona and I (part 2)

Fiona and I (part 2)
This is a true f/f event
After we had shopped ourselves out around the boutiques of Bristol, we sat in a coffee shop to talk. I was inquisitive as to whether or not Fiona was really into watersports, or it had just been a way for her now obvious lesbian tendencies to manifest themselves when we had been in the toilet cubicle. She told me that she had been wetting herself for about two and a half years, ever since she had not reached a toilet in time, and she had enjoyed the experience. When I explained to her, that in addition to enjoying the feeling of being wet, that I also liked wearing a nappy and plastic or rubber pants, Fiona was intrigued. She wanted to know when and where I would go whilst diapered, and if I just wet myself or if I would mess myself as well.
I was honest with her when I said that I really only wet myself because to do otherwise was very problematical with the smell and laundry problems, and that I found wetting the most erotic as I usually masturbated when I was wet and wearing a nappy.
Fiona expressed an interest in trying a nappy and protective pants, so we went off to a shop that I know in Bristol that has some adult baby supplies, and we bought her a nappy, but as they had no rubber pants in her size we had to be satisfied with that.
I always carry a nappy and pants in a briefcase in my car so I knew that I would have the protection needed for the journey home. I said to Fiona that it would probably be better for her to get a skirt to wear, rather than the jeans she had on at the time, as the jeans were tight fitting and she would never have got them on whilst wearing a cloth nappy.
This was rapidly sorted out in a small shop nearby, and whilst in the changing room we both changed into nappies, me into rubber pants as well, and we were ready for the journey home.
>We had been drinking coffees and bottles of water for most of the day, and it was not long before I could feel the urge to pee coming. I told Fiona that I needed to pee and she turned slightly in her seat and put her hand between my legs over my much looser jeans. I stayed in the inside lane of the motorway and slowly let my pee trickle from me.
“I can feel the warmth right through!” Fiona said with some surprise. I knew that I had only released about half of what there was available, but did not want all of the fun to finish too quickly.
“What will happen if I pee now, with only this nappy on?” Fiona asked me. “I don’t want to ruin this seat.”
“I don’t really care if you absolutely soak the seat; I’ll just get the car detailed, and tell them a cat peed in here.” I replied quite calmly, not actually feeling calm at all, with the fabulous thought that I would have someone pee for ME for the first time ever.
I have only had the car 6 months, and as I paid ’93,000 for my Porsche 911, I should really have cared a little bit more.
Fiona sat back in her seat, half closed her eyes, and all of the tension went out of the muscles in her face. “I’m doing it!!! I’m peeing in a nappy!! I can’t believe how good this feels!!”
I slid my left hand across her thigh and lifted the hem of her new skirt up. I pressed my hand to the crotch of her nappy and found it very wet and warm. The pee was actually running from the nappy and soaking into the seat under her bottom. The aroma of Fiona’s urine rose in the warm car and excited me even more that I had been before.
“Have you finished?” I asked her in an awed voice.
“Oh no, that was only a little bit of what is in here,” she said patting the front of her nappy.
I was only a mile from the next junction, so I made a quick decision. “Right, I can’t keep driving whilst we do this, so I am going to find somewhere quiet for us.”
I pulled off the motorway, and after about ten minutes driving, found a country lane with an entrance to a field that I could get the car into, and off the road. I had barely stopped, and not yet switched off the engine when Fiona had hold of the zip to my jeans. We kissed deeply and I then felt a hand push inside the waistband of my rubbers, and deeper inside my nappy.
“My God, You are so wet! Do you want to carry on and finish peeing, and then we can deal with me!” Fiona asked.
I needed no further encouragement, and let loose another strong spurt right into Fiona’s hand, and she then pushed a little deeper into my nappy and put the tip of her finger against my tight rear passage.
“Would you like me to go further?” she asked me quietly. I nodded and a gentle finger was slipped into my anus. I have long been a fan of anal games, but what Fiona did to me with one finger surpassed the biggest dildo or cock I have ever had in there. I had to make the most of this, and forced my hand inside my nappy alongside hers, got to my clitoris, and proceeded to give myself an immense orgasm. When I had stopped shaking, I kissed Fiona again and let her know that it was time for her to enjoy the moment too.
I caressed her thigh, and slipped two fingers inside the leg band of the nappy and brushed her lips with my fingertip. “I’m going to start again any second,” she whispered, and had hardly got the words out before an amazing torrent has poured out of her, across my fingers and straight through the nappy onto the seat. I have never seen or felt anything like it in my life before. There must have been two pints of pee dripping through the seat and onto the carpet of my car. The foot well was awash with Fiona’s urine, and the smell was divine.
As the flow began to slow I slipped first one, then both fingers into her sodden pussy, and was immediately rewarded by a shattering orgasm that rippled through Fiona’s body again and again, gripping my fingers like a vice.
“Is it like that every time?” she asked me in an awestruck voice. “If it is I want another right NOW!” I assured her that as she was my first pee partner, and definitely my first female partner of any sort, I could not promise that degree of orgasm every time, but we would find out how good it could be when we got home later.
Fiona removed her now hopelessly drenched skirt and nappy, and put her jeans back on, and sat on a carrier bag to protect her from the seat. I, as usual, left my nappy and pants on for the drive home, and Part Three of my First Time story.
Rache