Tickle Shock Waterplay

-- I recently made contact with a fellow redditor who's fantasy is "tickle scare pee". I decided to send her a little make believe story. Admittedly, as I wrote it, i was fantasizing it could also happen in my office. Its 2 parts for now. Lemme know what y'all think. (Im M, 46, Canada) --

Part 1:

It was just before lunch time in the office, everyone was busily working, head down, no one noticed the boss was walking the floor. He noticed his favorite brown haired beauty entirely focused on her tasks. She had a tight skirt and heels and a blouse that looked to be made of silk.....he wondered if she was wearing panties that day, she usually did, but what if today was the day she didnt, that would be swell.....

As he approached her, he could smell her perfume. Lilacs and vanilla, honey and the ocean. She was intoxicating.

Thats when his intrusive thoughts won the fight his better judgement and professionalism would have to take a break...

And she typed away, never realizing his approached he reached over the back of her chair with both hands, slipped them under her arms, and in a playfull voice chirped "tickletickletickle!".

She jumped as high as the ceiling and screamed!

Straight to her feet....spinning round and in absolute shock!. He was too close, and as she stood, he could feel her firm breasts run the length of his body, from crotch to chest. They locked eyes, him grinning like a school boy, she, her chest heaving trying to catch her breath.

Thats when they both felt some thing odd, heard the distinct sound of something falling like rain...this was new...

They both looked down at the same moment both instantly knowing what had happened....as she stood there, dripping onto his shoes, not knowing what to say....she bit her lip and looked up at him.

He smiled, winked and took a step back to turn....her eyes instantly drawn to the obvious bulge in his pants, zipper slightly open as though he'd forgotten to finish the job....

He casually walked away, twards his office......she followed and closed the door.....

Part 2:

She stood at his door way, legs glistening from the dribble that had just occurred...she wiggled slightly, smilling as the warmth gave way to the slight chilliness that happens as air brushes over wet skin....

He sat in his overstuffed managers chair and leaned back, his pants ridding up as he sat, making clear evidence of his arousal.

She looked down in submission, then back up to get a good look at it. That bulge was her fault, her doing...she knew it, and loved it.

As the door clicked shut behind her, she slowly walked toward his desk. She leaned over his desk, palms pressed against the rich mahogany furniture. Her blouse was unbuttoned just enough, just enough that he could see her heaving breasts cupped by a lace brasiere. He stared without embarrassment, they were glorious.

He reached down to adjust his crotch as he eyeballed her, her eyes following his hand the whole way. She noticed his zipper was straining to hold fast against the pressure applied from beneath, partially opened still, he hadn't finished zipping it up yet still....perhaps on purpose.

She stood and came to his side of the desk....he watched, and saw the definite lines on her thighs where the stream had dribbled down her tanned flesh. He reached out slowly and with the back of his fingers, he traced the lines back up. From the knee at first, but higher, inch by inch, he ran his hand up under her skirt. He reached the crease of her thigh...he could feel the warmth of her pussy on his hand, but couldn't feel any panties....incredibly, she wasnt wearing any.....he looked up at her and met her gaze, she'd been watching him intently.

He adjusted in his chair, as though inviting her to have a seat.....and she obliged.

She chose to straddle him.....pressing herself down against his groin, his bulge right against her moist little pussy.

She whispered at him: "getting tickled unexpectedly has that affect on me, sorry...." and leaned in to kiss him.

As his lips met hers, he had a moment of genius, or so he hoped.....as his arms slowly encircled her body, he planed it out.....his hands reached her ribs just below her armpits, the place he had touched her before with such a great result....and he went for it.

He pressed firmly and tickled her again. She recoiled amd squirmed....she playfully fought to get him to stop as she twisted side to side, to no avail.....and then...

She felt a bursting surge of senses from her body, swelling up within until she couldn't hold it back. As he tickled her, she squealed and then it burst forth.....she let go the piss she'd been trying to hold back. She flooded his crotch.....

He could feel her warm juices soaking into his pants, through underwear and onto his balls... slippery and warm.

She reached down and finished unzipping him.....by some chance, his hard shaft had already surpassed the opening of his boxers and was ready......she let him slip in slightly, her warm piss as lube.....she wanted more....he wanted to give it all to her......