I am completely paralyzed by the sight, and I am not aware that your loud moan has caught the attention of the waitress. Just in time, you see that the waitress is coming down to us. You quickly put my glass on the table and straighten your skirt.The waitress is asking: "Is everything okay here?" before I even realize that she is here.She smiles at us, and glances at our glasses. Fortunately, the colour of your piss is very similar to the colour of the white wine.Then she asks: "Is the wine satisfying?""Yes, very much," I answer her, and grab my glass and take a big mouthful. I can tell by your look that it turns you on like hell, that I drink your piss, while another woman is standing right next to us. The waitress takes the bottle and pours you another glass before leaving again.We laugh a little, and then you say, with a serious look in your eyes, "Drink… bottoms up, I still have more piss for you."I empty my glass with slow swallowing motions. Your piss tastes so wonderful. You take my glass for the third time. This time you just tuck it in between your legs, without pulling the skirt up. You obviously have the panties in place again, so I imagine what it looks like when your hot pee runs out through the satin fabric and down into my glass.You let your piss run hard, and it is clear from the hissing sound that the glass fills up very quickly. You keep peeing and piss covers your fingers, and runs out onto the chair, and then down to the floor. Your skirt is now completely soaked.You place the glass, which is filled to the brim, in front of me and then put your wet hand between your legs again."Drink slowly," you say with a dreamy look, while I can hear on your breath that you are masturbating. The slurping sound, of your fingers in your wet pussy, is unmistakable. You moan faintly as I slowly start drinking your hot urine. I never want the glass to be empty, but as it does run dry, you look at me with a very horny look.You reach with both hands up under your skirt, grab the edge of your panties, and in the same motion as you get up, you slide your panties down to the floor. They land around your ankles, in the middle of the lake of pee that you have made. You step out of the soaked panties, and you pick them up. You put them on the table in front of me, and then you bend down to give me a long, soft French kiss.With quick steps, you leave the café, while you say out loud to the waitress, “Thank you for today. It has been a pleasure. He pays.”I am left completely perplexed, with a cock at the breaking point.Once again, I do not notice the waitress coming down to my table. She starts asking if I want the bill, then she becomes completely silent. She stands still and takes turns looking at me, the wet panties on the table, the soaked chair and the puddle of piss on the floor. I am to perplex to even feel embarrassed, so I just say, "Yes, please," and she turns around and disappears.I take the panties and twist them, to get the remains of your piss, down into my glass. There's just one more mouthful.While I enjoy the taste of your piss, with my eyes closed, the waitress comes back to me. This time I hear her and I think,“Fuck it. She has already figured out what has been going on.”After I have paid the bill, with a big tip, she picks up the glasses and bottles. All is done in a sort of slow-motion, with no words shared. I get up to leave, while the waitress takes a dishcloth, and starts to wipe up the pee on the chair and floor, and twist it into a bucket.“Come back again soon, Sir,” she says with a wicked smile.I leave the café, all full of your hot piss. The desire is real.
