"Excuse me," came a feminine voice from Zhen's left, reaching him over the background drone of the airplane's idling engines, "Could you please let me squeeze past?"

The green-scaled eastern dragon lifted his head, taking his gaze off of the book he had been reading on his tablet. Standing in the aisle and holding a backpack by one strap was a lizard, tall but not quite as tall as him, and apparently female going by her voice despite her flat chest. She was wearing a white button-up shirt that was open at the collar, and a pair of tan slacks. Her business casual attire was a far cry from the dark blue full suit and tie Zhen had worn onto the plane that did little to hide his large frame. Her scales were blue-green for the most part, with sea-green coloration on the softer part under her chin that presumably went down her front. She was looking at him with slitted yellow eyes, waiting for his response.

"Of course." Zhen replied politely, doing his best to push himself back into the padded business class chair to give her as much room as possible, both of his whiskers swaying a little from the movement. He didn't have wings, and his tail was between his legs and hanging down onto the floor between them, but his branching horns pressed into the headrest. Fortunately, business class meant plenty of space, so she was able to slip past him to the window seat without much trouble.

"Thank you." she responded as she set her backpack down and took out a tablet of her own, plus a charger, plugging it into the socket between their seats. Leaning back into her chair, she let out a sigh of relaxation before buckling up.

"Long day?" the dragon inquired amicably, and she gave a quiet chuckle.

"Lots of meetings," she explained, turning her head slightly towards him, "last-minute stuff before a business trip, that sort of thing. Doesn't help I was up early packing. It's a long flight, but at least it'll be a chance to unwind."

"Ah, yes," Zhen sympathized, "I certainly know that feeling. The trip itself isn't as much of a problem as the business part. Do you do this often?"

"Travel, yes. But across the ocean to a foreign country, not so much, this is my first time heading to this office."

"Oh? What do you do?"

"I'm a consultant." the lizard explained, "So I go to a client's office and fix all their problems with software. Or at least, that's how it's supposed to work. What about you?"

Zhen smiled. "I'm a technical lead for ZCT Electronics, so I'm heading back home rather than away from it. I came over here to get all the specs for my projects ironed out so we can begin."

The lizard's eyes widened. "Wait, really? You work for ZCT?"

Resting his tablet on his lap, he reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet – it was brown leather and stuffed thickly, but it carried a lot of things he had learned over his career it was good to keep on hand. Extracting a business card, he handed it over to her.

Her eyes scanned over the card quickly. "Zhen Wei, technical director..." she read aloud.

"Zhen," he corrected her pronunciation politely, emphasizing the first syllable closer to 'sh' than the hard 'z' she had used.

"Ah, sorry. Zhen?" she tried, and he nodded.

"Yes, thank you. And my title is more impressive than reality; it just means I'm a team lead and I get an office."

"Still, what a coincidence. ZCT is the client I'm going to be working for."

"It's not that much of a coincidence, really." he explained. "There's only one direct flight between these two cities each day, ZCT has a partnership with the airline, our subsidiary is headquartered here, and we always travel back on Fridays in business class. Really, the only coincidence is that you're sitting next to me, but there aren't very many business class seats."

"I see." She replied, reaching into her pocket. "Well, you showed me yours, I'll show you mine." she playfully remarked as she fished her own business card from her wallet and held it out to him, stashing his card in her wallet afterward.

He took it from her delicately to read it. Senior Software Engineer... he squinted as he read her name. How was he supposed to pronounce-?

"Just... call me Code." she said with a hint of amusement, clearly having been in this exact situation many times before.

"Well then, it's a pleasure to meet you, Code." he said as he tucked her card away safely before returning his wallet to his pocket. "Sadly I can safely say you aren't working on my team, as we haven't asked for outside help, but I'll be happy to help guide you around if you need it."

"Thank you very much." she replied, inclining her head towards him. "It would be a great help, honestly, this is my first international business trip."

"In that case, let me first warn you about the jet lag. It's a 12-hour time zone difference. That's why we fly out on Fridays; we get the whole weekend to adjust."

"Yes... I plan to get some sleep on the flight. But we're not even off the runway yet, so I'd like to hear more about the company while we have the chance, if that's all right."

"Certainly." Zhen answered, and switched off his tablet screen – he wouldn't need it for a while.

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The two of them talked for quite some time, eventually drifting the subject away from the company itself to its building, the surroundings, the city, and various things to do there. They stopped briefly as the plane took off, and once they had gotten to a cruising altitude, their discussion got a little more tangential; even though he wrote embedded software and she was going to help with internal systems, they had more than enough overlap in their backgrounds to provide plenty of conversation.

Eventually, however, after the cabin lights had dimmed, and well after the flight attendants had brought drinks and snacks, they agreed it would be best to take a nap and help shift their sleep schedules closer to their destination. Zhen had brought along a sleep mask of his own, but she made do with the one provided by the airline, and their business class seats were able to recline quite comfortably. She was asleep almost immediately, Zhen noticed, but he didn't take long to follow her into a short and dreamless sleep.

He was the first to wake several hours later, and was immediately perturbed by the way the plane was shaking. He lifted his sleep mask, but after a few moments of observation, he realized that it was just some turbulence and raised his seat back up, reaching out to tap on the screen embedded in the back of the seat in front of him. According to the map, they were most of the way there, but there was still a bit more than an hour left. 

That was going to be a problem, as he was acutely aware as he did that he needed to head to the bathroom soon – but the seat belt sign was on due to the turbulence, so he'd have to wait a little bit to take a leak.

So instead, Zhen reached out to the mesh pocket on the back of the seat in front of him, where his empty thermos was tucked next to his tablet. Fishing his tablet out, he settled into his chair to read and take this mind off of the situation. After a short time in which he got through a chapter of his book, he heard Code grumbling from beside him as she woke up, stretching her arms over her head as she roused herself from her nap before slipping her sleep mask off of her face.

"How are you feeling?" Zhen inquired softly.

"Not bad. Even in business class this isn't the most comfortable way to sleep, but it's pretty good." she pulled her seat back upright as she reached for her seatbelt. "Could you scoot back again? I need to go to the bathroom."

Zhen shook his head and pointed at the seat belt light, but the plane shook a little before he could explain the reason. "Turbulence." was all he needed to say after that.

"Oh." she responded, and leaned back into her chair. "I hope it doesn't last too long, then."

She also took out her tablet to read, and the two of them remained in silence for a while. But Zhen began shifting about subconsciously in his seat – his thermos had been full of iced tea when he left the office, but he had had to drink the whole thing before passing through security to avoid having to pour any out. The fact that he'd had some ice water when the flight attendants brought around drinks certainly wasn't helping his current situation either.

He heard a quiet groan from Code and turned his head to glance over in her direction. "Are you feeling all right?" he asked quietly, "Do you need an air-sickness bag?"

She shook her head. "Not unless they're waterproof." she grumbled. "I'm not sick, just... waiting for the bathroom."

"That makes two of us." he told her to sympathize. "We do seem to be smoothing out, so perhaps they'll let us get up soon."

She nodded and returned her attention to her tablet, though Zhen took note that her legs were pressed closely together. He did his best to continue reading, but he kept getting distracted by the pressure in his bladder, and found himself re-reading the same sentence multiple times.

When he heard the 'bong' sound that accompanied the light turning off, he glanced upward to confirm it before looking over at Code. He raised a hand and was just about to offer her to go ahead of him, but they were both beaten out by someone a few rows forward who immediately dashed for the bathroom, slipping in and locking the door behind them.

Zhen sighed in disappointment and leaned back into his chair, looking at the now-red light above the bathroom indicating it was occupied. Code groaned audibly and flopped back, defeated and visibly uncomfortable as she squirmed in her seat.

His eyes fell on the plastic thermos in front of him. The thought of using it to save himself further discomfort was very tempting, he had to admit, but it wouldn't do for him to expose himself in front of someone working for his company – not that it would be much better for either of them to wet themselves.

But as suddenly as it had turned off, the seatbelt sign turned back on as the plane began to shake and lurch once more. Code grumbled in frustration as she leaned back into her seat, and he saw her gaze flick to the empty water bottle in the mesh pocket in front of her, and then to him – no doubt she was having similar thoughts to him, and similar concerns.

Perhaps they could come to a mutual understanding...

Zhen turned his head in the opposite direction to look around. Immediately behind them was the wall separating business and economy class, and to his left was the aisle, with a solitary empty seat next to the window. The flight attendants would be staying seated during the turbulence as well, and the noise of the plane would conceal any sound.

A pang in his own belly reminded him that his traveling companion wasn't the only one in need, and a plan formed in his head. Or rather, the plan was known; it was the wording of the idea that needed careful consideration. He didn't consider himself a particularly brave man, but regardless, he steeled himself and turned his head towards the lizard on his right as he took in a breath. She was trying but not succeeding in hiding her discomfort, her legs pressed tightly together as she stared intensely at the seatbelt light, as if willing it to change.

"Could you hand me that?" he asked quietly, pointing to the empty water bottle in front of her. Thankfully it was a relatively large one – had it been one of the half-liter bottles, it probably would have been insufficient for his intended usage.

Her attention had been focused elsewhere, so she blinked as she looked at him, his hand, and then the bottle he was indicating. "Why?" she asked in hushed response.

"Because we seem to have the same problem," he replied as calmly as he could manage, "but I think you'll have an easier time using this." With his other hand, he pulled his thermos free from the back of the seat before him, and held it out to her.

Her eyes widened as gears turned, and in the relative silence, his heart pounded. He hoped she would see it as the practical solution to a difficult problem – a necessary measure to take. The fact that he would enjoy it was a bonus, yes, but an irrelevant one, and he would do his best not to make her uncomfortable. He genuinely didn't want her to end up with the humiliation and shame of making a mess of herself in public, and he hoped she would agree.

"Sure." she said suddenly, quickly grabbing and pulling the water bottle out and holding it out to him. "Thanks."

They exchanged containers, and scaled fingers worked to open the lids on the respective vessels. They kept quiet to avoid alerting the people in front of them, though Zhen hadn't heard anything from them in a while so he suspected they were still asleep. Seatbelts were loosened to make adjusting their positions a little easier. Buckles, buttons and zippers were undone slowly and quietly.

They shuffled towards the edges of their seats almost in tandem. Zhen gave another peek around the seat in front of him to confirm the aisles were clear, before he reached downward, bracing himself for the point of no return.

Underneath his pants he was wearing a pair of briefs. Using the first two fingers of his right hand, he delicately opened up the front of them to expose his sheath, and then carefully teased it open, exposing the tip of the dragon's pointed cockhead, his left hand bringing the open top of the bottle to it. With everything in position, he started to breathe deeply, doing his best to relax...

...but despite his noblest intentions, he couldn't stop his gaze from drifting to his right. The lizard with him, of course, was having a harder time of it – being female, she had had to slide her pants and panties partway down her thighs to expose her slit. She had also shifted very close to the edge of the seat, and pulled her tail behind her instead of having it between her legs, to give her enough space to hold the rim of the thermos without it being nearly horizontal – that would have defeated the purpose, after all. But more than that, he noted that with her other hand, she was holding her pussylips apart with her index and middle fingers, in a way that indicated she was quite used to doing so.

His heart raced again as he tore his gaze away and considered the implications. Did that mean she usually peed standing up? Or was she used to relieving herself in unusual locations? She had accepted his offer oddly quickly, after all. Did it really mean this much, or was he just projecting his own interests onto her? He had expected he would need to reason with her about her lack of alternatives, but instead she had taken up his offer without a second thought...

Her eyes lidded as she let out a quiet and almost inaudible sigh, and he could barely hear the hiss of her stream over the noise of the plane's engines as she started pissing into his thermos. He could barely catch sight of the stream at all with how close she was holding it to herself – which meant it ran nearly-silently down the inside of the thermos to pool up in the bottom.

Zhen tore his gaze away from her to focus on his own needs, especially as he felt his cocktip starting to slip out a little from his sheath as a result of his peeking. She would get suspicious if he didn't start relieving himself soon, and if she instead noticed him getting aroused it would only make things infinitely worse. 

Relaxing his muscles, he exhaled through his nose as he felt a surge of relief, a hard jet of urine firing from the tip of his cock and into the clear plastic bottle. The yellow fluid visually rippled as it ran down the curving plastic, the strong flow breaking into many smaller rivers on its way to pool up at the bottom.

The two of them sat in stoic silence as they emptied their bladders, but after several seconds Zhen felt adventurous enough to steal another glance at her. The scales on her thighs looked smooth, and her pussy was little more than a break in the sea-green soft underbelly scales she had that went between her legs and along her undertail. That said, with her fingers spreading it out, he could see just a tiny bit of the pink flesh beyond, but this wasn't a favorable viewing angle. He could just barely make out the rising surface of the lizard's piss filling up the thermos, reflecting the lights above their seats. Her stream held steady as she emptied out all she had, keeping her eyes on the thermos, and he wished he could have been able to get a closer look, letting his imagination fill in the missing details for him instead...

He felt the cold plastic of the bottle against his cock and realized it had swollen a little more from his ogling. Silently cursing himself, he focused instead on ensuring he didn't spill anything, only moving the bottle back ever so slightly so it wasn't directly touching his exposed flesh. He could feel the heat of his piss as he filled the bottle further, the fluid level rising past his fingers one at a time, and he wondered if the lizard's own golden water would be hot, cold, or somewhere in between. One more glance wouldn't hurt, would it...?

Zhen's eyes slid over to look at her once again, and he tensed as he noticed she was no longer looking at herself. She was looking back at him – or rather, at his cock! No doubt she had noticed his partial arousal, and he mentally cursed himself once again. Maybe he could come up with an excuse-

And then her gaze flicked upward.

For a brief moment, their eyes met. Both of them pretending to look forward, yet instead, looking at each other. Both caught the other peeking at them, and in the same moment, knew that they had also been detected by the other.

Zhen swallowed nervously as he abruptly returned his gaze forward and did his very best to pretend that nothing was wrong, despite the fact that his body tensed. He focused entirely on finishing his piss, relieved when he could feel his stream trickling off as it came to an end. He tensed his muscles to force out the last of it, lightly tapping his cocktip against the rim of the bottle before he screwed the cap back on.

One problem taken care of. But how big a problem had he just created?

He caught movement from the corner of his eye and couldn't help but look at it. He was shocked when he saw what it was: the lizard was holding out a napkin to him, left over from the snacks handed out earlier. But more than that, it was clearly a symbolic peace offering, so he took it and quickly wiped the last drop of urine off the tip of his shaft before doing his best to get his underpants back over his tip, trusting on his cock to return to his sheath on its own.

She then held out an empty plastic bag, left over from the packaging that had held the pillow the airline had provided for her. Already, she had apparently wiped herself clean, and stuffed her used napkin into the bag, so Zhen did the same, and she crumpled it up and stuffed it into a pocket of her backpack, before holding out the thermos, the cap of which had been screwed back into place.

Zhen took it silently, mindlessly holding out the plastic bottle. Before he could think better of it, she took it from him, and put it into her backpack as well – it was a clear bottle, after all, and would have to be concealed on the way off the plane. As he held onto the thermos, he noted that its surface was no different than room temperature, sating his curiosity from before. He tucked it into the mesh pocket in front of him silently before his mind could wander again.

The awkward silence continued as they reversed their steps from earlier; her panties and pants were pulled back up, they both zipped and buttoned their pants and fastened their buckles, sliding back in their seats and tightening their seatbelts. Not a trace remained of what they had done. Zhen took another deep breath and turned his head to face her properly, preferring to get the no-doubt difficult conversation over with.

"I'm sor-" he began, but she shushed him and shook her head, leaning in closer and lowering her voice.

"I got a little aroused from that too," she whispered to him in a sultry tone, "so don't feel bad."

She shifted back into her seat, leaving him speechless for a moment – before he smiled a little, raising his whiskers slightly. "I'm glad to hear it." he said, immediately realizing it was a poor choice of words. Lowering his voice, he quickly added, "By which I meant I'm glad that you're not upset. But perhaps we should keep this to ourselves?"

"Our little secret." she replied with a smile of her own, before turning to the screen embedded in the seat in front of her. "Now... do you think we have enough time to watch a movie before we touch down?"

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Zhen had all but forgotten about the incident by the time they landed, distracted by the movie. It wasn't until he picked up his thermos and was momentarily surprised to find it full that he remembered how it had gotten that way, and he was in a bit of a daze as he got off the plane as a result. He tried to take in all that had happened – the situation, his suggestion, the fact that it had worked at all, the fact that she had accepted so readily, his own unchecked lechery, her apparently doing the same, and how quickly she had let it all slide, saving him from a situation that could easily have been the end of his career – or worse.

He offered to drive her to the hotel, but she already had travel arrangements, and it was in the opposite direction to his home anyway, so he returned to his car in the long-term parking lot, clearing his head during the walk. To take his mind off what had happened, he spent the rest of the day keeping himself busy; unpacking, doing laundry, tidying the house, and working out to try and make up for all the restaurant lunches he'd had while on the business trip. But despite his best efforts, when he was preparing for bed, he couldn't keep the mental image from the airplane out of his mind. He recalled with clarity the sight of her pissing into his thermos, and his imagination filled in the angles and sights he had missed. Giving in to the lust that rose in him, he found himself intensely masturbating to the thought of that event before he finally retired to bed.

He didn't see her again until Monday, during the lunch break, as he was sitting alone in the cafeteria with the container of rice and vegetables he had brought from home, his thermos refilled with coffee. Holding a fork in one hand and checking his phone with the other, her voice once again caught him unaware:

"Mind if I sit here?"

He looked up and saw her holding a bag of food from a nearby take-out place. A quick glance around showed plenty of empty tables; she clearly wanted to sit with him. He had no idea if this was going to be a good conversation or a bad one, but he realized that declining could only go badly, whereas if he accepted, perhaps things would go well. So, he straightened up in his seat, and nodded to her. "Go right ahead."

She sat opposite him and started opening up the bag. "How are things going?" he asked her to start things off.

"Good so far," she answered as she took out some sushi and sashimi, fishing some disposable chopsticks out from their paper wrapping. "Just all the usual setting-up stuff, getting my laptop and workspace, installing dev tools, all that fun stuff. It's not a private office, but a dedicated and closed-off space for a team is still better than an open office."

"I'm fortunate enough to have my own office." he remarked after finishing his mouthful of rice. "I'm glad that..."

He trailed off as he noticed she was staring at something, and he followed her gaze to find her looking at his thermos. He cleared his throat and quietly remarked, "A run through the dishwasher made it as good as new."

She chuckled good-naturedly and nodded. "I'm glad you didn't throw it away. I'd hate to have ruined something of yours."

"I happen to quite like that thermos." he retorted playfully before trying to change the subject. "Anyway, what are you going to be working on first?"

The two of them spent their lunch together, talking about their projects and software in general, and no further mention was made of their previous meeting. Zhen was quite relaxed, and glad that she had come to find him and make his day a little more interesting.

Eventually, though, he checked his watch and started gathering up his things. He'd take the empty container back home to wash it out for tomorrow. Code, meanwhile, had put all the empty packaging back into the bag to throw it out, and they both stood up together.

"By the way, where are the bathrooms?" she asked.

He gave her a quick look to see if this was a joke or a tease, but she seemed quite serious, so he waved for her to follow. "Just over here."

She followed him, tossing out her trash on the way. As they turned the corner he told her, "Right over here..."

He raised an arm to point down the corridor, but it was unnecessary. In addition to being clearly marked, there were lines out the doors for both bathrooms, and Zhen frowned. "...but of course, this always happens at the end of the lunch hour."

Code sighed. "Great... I'll have to come back later for a pee break, I guess. I don't want to be late getting back to work on my first day. In any case, thank you."

Zhen swallowed. He knew he should just leave it at that. She obviously wasn't nearly as desperate as she had been on the plane, and he had been extremely lucky there. She had offered her own solution. Everything would be fine, and he could talk to her again tomorrow. All he had to do was say "You're welcome" and leave.

He didn't.

The mental image of her pissing into his thermos came back into his mind. The way she had done it, confidently, betraying her experience with pissing away from a toilet. And her admission that it had been arousing for her.

So instead, he lowered his voice and turned to her. "Follow me, there's somewhere else."

He started walking, and his pulse quickened as she did, indeed, follow him. He led her through the corridors of the building until he reached-

"Your office?" Code asked questioningly as they arrived and she read the name-plate next to the door.

Zhen pushed on the door handle and opened it up. He had a nice office, despite the lack of windows – he'd get some of those if he ever made it to senior management. What he did have was a big desk and chairs, a bookshelf full of reference books and technical manuals, and a whiteboard on one wall. The carpeting was short and dark red, the wallpaper a deep cream color. The desk was adorned with numerous desk toys, a small clock, a VOIP phone, his laptop, a tissue box, a hand sanitizer bottle, and a couple of folders of documentation for his current project.

He spoke quickly to avoid leaving her enough time to get the wrong idea. "I've got a wastebasket next to my desk. They come by and change it shortly after the lunch break every day if it's not empty. I can throw some trash in there to cover it up, and they'll never notice. I've got plenty of hand sanitizer for afterward." He quickly added, "You don't have to – I just thought it would be better than waiting out the line."

Turning back to her, he met her gaze. She seemed to be considering it, or perhaps she was considering him. "Hmm." she mused, turning her gaze from the desk to its owner. "And how often do you do this?"

Zhen's heart skipped a beat. The way she phrased the question made it clear she could tell he'd done it before. She didn't ask "Do you?" but rather "How much?" – knowing full well the answer to the first question was 'yes'. But she didn't seem angry; rather, 'intrigued' was far closer to the mark. 

So he summoned his courage, and answered honestly: "Every day."

Her eyes widened slightly, apparently not having quite expected that answer – or perhaps his bluntness. To break the silence, he continued, "I always have the trash from my breakfast to toss in there. The bags are opaque and waterproof. And it beats waiting in line."

There was, of course, another reason, and one that he didn't speak aloud: doing so excited him. Sure, the first time, when he was trying to make a deadline, it wasn't quite so exciting, just a matter of necessity. And when he first did it to skip the lunchtime lines, it was a matter of utility. But then he had started doing it just because he could, until it became a daily habit. Something he looked forward to, in fact. And if not for her, he would already be doing it right now.

"All right." she said suddenly.

Zhen was briefly stunned by her acceptance, but quickly stepped into the office fully, the lizard following him, closing and locking the door behind her. He went to the wastebasket and slid it to a more open part of the floor for her; it was a very simple thing, just black plastic in a rectangular shape with a black bag inside, only about twelve inches tall, slightly wider at the top than at the bottom. Inside were some waxed paper wrappers and a paper bag as well as several napkins, as well as a small cardboard drink cup; all that remained of his breakfast. "It might be easier for you if you put it up on a chair," he suggested, "and less likely to spill, as well."

She nodded, picking it up and setting it on the seat of one of the chairs. Unlike his chair, which was a high-backed, swiveling office chair, these chairs had no wheels, and were little more than a metal frame and some white plastic mesh for the seating. Simple and not all that comfortable, but they would do for this. Code positioned the wastebasket close to the edge of the seat, turning away from it, and began unbuckling her pants.

Zhen realized he was staring, and that even as much as he desperately wanted to watch, he ought to give her some privacy. But maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't mind... so instead, he asked her a question instead. "Do you want me to wait outside?"

She stopped, and looked over at him, eyes glancing up and down. "If you're going to watch," she answered, "then you'd better let me watch you afterwards."

Again, she had seen right through him. And again, she didn't mind, and seemed equally interested. Did she really share his interests? That seemed like a rhetorical question at this point – why else would she agree to let him watch her? Why else would she ask him to return the favor? The only question, then, was how much was she into this?

"That's fair." he answered, trying not to tip his hand too much. He went behind his desk and sat down, which gave him a perfect view as she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, pushing them and her panties down... and not just to her thighs, but all the way down to her ankles. His eyebrows rose at the sight of the bottomless lizard, as she shifted her hips back, positioning her pussy above the wastebasket. She used one hand to hold onto the arm of the chair itself to keep herself steady, and then, with her other hand, she reached between her spread legs and spread apart her netherlips.

The sight made Zhen tense, and he could feel his cock straining against his pants. He almost reached down to touch himself, but instead simply clasped his hands together and set them down on the desk, forcing himself to keep them still.

He noted that she was breathing heavily as she held the position, and soon let out a sigh as she relaxed and her stream began. A thin cascade of the lizard's golden water poured down into the wastebasket, and he heard it drumming on the cardboard cup, producing a hollow sound. He stared despite his best efforts not to, gaze fixed on her piss stream, listening to the sounds it made as it rustled against the waxed paper and the bag that lined the wastebasket itself.

And then he noticed that the changing sounds were because she was subtly moving her hips, splashing her stream on the different things inside the wastebasket. Her gaze was firmly downwards, her head tilted so she could see around her long snout. There was no doubt about it, she was aiming! As best she could, anyway, but the way that she knew how to move her hips around or to press her fingers against her spread pussylips told enough of a story: she had done this before. A lot.

Zhen swallowed heavily. That realization alone turned him on a lot more than he had expected it to, and once again he felt his erection pressing against the confines of his pants, begging to be let out. He clasped his hands together more tightly, watching in stoic silence, his gaze drifting upwards to the lizard's exposed pussy. He watched the piss spraying out from her urethra, listening to it rustling the plastic and paper within, drumming on the empty cup.

When it began to trickle off, he felt a twinge of disappointment; he wanted it to continue. Sadly, unlike a video off a porn site, he couldn't simply just rewind what he had seen by thirty seconds and watch it again. So instead, he fixed his gaze on her waning stream as it became just a series of droplets, picking up briefly as she clenched her muscles to squeeze out a few more squirts... and then it was over.

He realized she was looking at him expectantly, and he plucked a tissue from the box on his desk and held it out to her. She took it and wiped herself clean before dropping it into the wastebasket, and he noticed that her tail was swishing back and forth behind her. She certainly seemed satisfied, beyond merely having been able to relieve herself.

"Your turn." she said pointedly as she grabbed her pants and straightened up, making herself decent again as she stepped away.

Zhen stood up, immediately reminded of his current predicament as his throbbing cock rubbed at the inside of his pants. He was sporting a very noticeable tent, one that the lizard's eyes were immediately drawn to. She said nothing, though, as he stepped around his desk and moved in front of the wastebasket, taking a moment to look inside. It was pretty thoroughly soaked already, and he was about to make it a lot worse.

He began to unbuckle and open his pants, the prominent bulge in the front making it harder to unzip them. Once opened, he let them fall, exposing his briefs, the more stretchable fabric immediately allowing his cock to tent them to a greater degree. With some difficulty, he pushed the waistband down around his shaft and slid it down to his knees. She'd shown off for him; he might as well do the same.

He could have sworn he heard a gasp, and glanced over, concerned that he had gone too far. But the gaze she was giving the dragon's stiff length – with its pointed glans, and a series of ridges on the underside – was an appreciative one. Or perhaps she was looking underneath the hefty endowment at the potent and heavy pair of big, round balls that hung in his sack. Either way, Zhen knew he was big, and he was happy to give her a show, taking hold of his shaft in his right hand.

Zhen desperately wanted to masturbate, to rub one out and take care of his raging arousal the direct way, but he knew that time constraints alone were going to get in the way of that, not to mention the fact that he would be jerking himself off in front of a coworker he had only met a few days ago. Not that pissing in front of her was a whole lot better in the grand scheme of things, but at least she had indicated interest in that.

Instead, he focused on calming himself and breathing, willing his muscles to relax. It wouldn't be the first time he'd taken a piss while erect, and it was quite doable, just difficult. Standing next to the wastebasket, he aimed into the wastebasket as low as he could and focused on relaxing.

It still took a little bit of time, but Code didn't seem to mind. Rather, she seemed to be openly ogling him, subtly shifting about or moving her head to get a better look. Zhen put her out of his mind, concentrating on relaxing his muscles, and he soon felt himself starting to urinate despite his arousal.

His stream shot out in a thin and very hard jet, the reason he had angled his cock downward. Droplets sprayed off the back interior of the wastebasket, rustling the bag loudly, but the mess remained contained inside of it. Wanting to show off just as she had, he slowly moved his stream around, his hand aiming his cock at the different things in the trash. He sprayed hard at the wax paper, watching droplets of piss run down it, listening to it rustle. He soaked the tissue that Code had used, saturating it and turning it yellow within seconds. He hit the empty cup directly, making a louder hollow sound than she had made. He pointed his cock back and forth, and started wiggling it side to side rapidly, producing a range of sounds on the plastic bag. He even showed off by shifting forward and resting his shaft on the edge of the wastebasket, and then letting go, pissing hands-free for a short time and giving her a better look at his cock as he did.

Even once he felt his stream coming to an end, he made sure to put on a good show, letting it start to wane, then clenching his muscles to force it to pick back up briefly. When he finally ran dry, he let the final drips fall into the wastebasket, then shook his cock to get the last of it off before turning and reaching behind him for a tissue to give himself a final clean with.

As he did, he got one more glimpse at the lizard. Her legs were pressed together, and she had one hand in her pocket in a very suspicious manner, clearly touching herself through multiple layers of fabric. Her gaze met his, and a silent understanding passed between them, of their mutual arousal and interest.

But Zhen closed his eyes and inhaled as he tossed the used tissue into the trash on top of the wet packaging. He would have to add a few more to cover it up, no doubt. "As much as I would like to take this further..." he admitted, "...I have a meeting on the hour. I'm just glad it's a video call and not in-person."

There was a noticeable flash of disappointment, but also understanding, across her face. "I should head back too." she said, reaching to his desk and squirting some hand sanitizer onto her palm. "After a brief walk to... clear my head."

He nodded to her. "Will I see you tomorrow?"

"I hope so." she answered, giving him a smile before turning and heading for the door.

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If Zhen could put a label on what he was feeling, it would be 'confused'. There were other things too; he was happy to find someone who shared his interests (both professional and personal), he was afraid of losing this sudden and wonderful thing in this life, he was grateful to her for spending time with him, and he was extremely gratified that fantasies he had only ever seen in fiction were becoming real.

But he was primarily confused by the duality they maintained, managing to keep a clear separation between work and play. Namely, the two had settled into a routine. Outside of some chance meetings during breaks, they would see each other at lunch, and the conversation would stay appropriate – mostly about work or about software, and any personal chatter would remain on subjects they didn't mind potentially being overheard on. He learned that she was in a long-stay hotel, learned about her interests beyond the one he knew, learned about how she got into her field, and learned about her hobbies. He responded in kind, giving her honest answers and explanations about himself, as much as he felt a bit ashamed to admit that he had little going on in his life outside of work.

But then, when it was close to the end of lunch, both of them would head back to his office. With the door closed and locked and nobody to bother them, the tone changed abruptly. She didn't always go first, but unless she specifically asked, he always let her make the first move of taking his wastebasket and pissing all over the contents, before he did the same. She got a little more adventurous after a few days, holding it between her legs, turning the chair around to present her rump to him, or putting one foot up on the chair to give him a greater view. When she caught him watching intently and squirming in his chair, she teased him: "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

He froze for just a moment. "May I?"

"Only if you'll send it to me afterwards."

And that was how his phone started to fill up with pictures and videos of her – and himself, as she sent her recordings back to him. He was glad that it was his personal phone and not the company's, otherwise it could have landed him in hot water. He did his best to show off to her when it was his turn, enjoying the way her gaze traveled over his body before settling on his loins; her interest was apparent.

So after a week, during lunch on Monday, he decided to try and move things forward.

"You said you're at a long-stay hotel, right?" Zhen asked during a break in the conversation.

"Yes, why?"

"Well, after work, I'm going to head to the grocery store." he told her. It was the truth – he was going with or without her – but he had decided to go that day specifically for this opportunity. "You mentioned you didn't like ordering food constantly, and it would probably be a lot cheaper and healthier for you to make your own food instead of ordering all the time. Would you like to come with me?"

"That's not a bad idea." she agreed. "I don't have a rental car, and I don't really want to take a taxi to and from the grocery store. It's bad enough I have to take one to and from work each day, but at least I can reimburse that. And while everyone at the office and the hotel speaks my language, the locals don't, and I only have a cursory knowledge of it. Plus I'm not really used to all the different brands around here either, I'm not sure what to get."

"I can help you with that, if you like." Zhen replied, glad that she was taking him up on his offer. "Just tell me what kind of food you want and I can help you find it."

"Sure, I'd appreciate that. Should I come by your office at five?"

"I have a meeting in the conference room upstairs this afternoon." Zhen said, pointing upward with one hand. "I'll meet you in the lobby, how does that sound?"

"Works for me. Thank you."

Their lunch break continued as normal – including their mutual relief in his office – and Zhen managed, albeit barely, to keep his mind on work for the rest of the day. He was able to readily focus when he had something in front of him, but as soon as he had some idle time, his thoughts began to wander. Close to 5:00, he found himself constantly checking the time, and breathed a sigh of relief when the project meeting didn't go over time. He went back to his office briefly to fetch some things and leave others before psyching himself up and heading downstairs.

She was waiting for him in the lobby on one of the benches by the reception desk, checking her phone. She glanced up as he approached, giving him a smile and a nod. "Ready to go?" she asked.

"I am. My car's at the side of the lot." he told her as he started to leave.

He led her to his car, a humble and dark green four-door with lots of trunk space. Once inside, he tapped his destination into his GPS, and drove off with her. He was always glad that the company had located its offices outside of the city proper, and out in the suburbs – it meant he didn't have to contend with rush-hour traffic. As a result, the drive over was fairly straightforward.

Even if the conversation was not.

After about a minute of silence, Code broke it by speaking up. "So..." she began, letting it hang in the air. Zhen would have looked over if he wasn't driving, and instead just did his best to gauge her tone. She sounded a little nervous. "Anything you want to talk about?"

"Well." Zhen began, trying to quash his nervousness. "Since we're away from work and have some time, do you want to talk about something more personal?" He pulled to a stop at a red light, taking a breath as his hands gripped the steering wheel, waiting for her response.

"We DO have a very obvious shared interest that we can't talk about during lunch..." she said quietly, "...is that what you were referring to?"

She had seen straight through him yet again. Was there even any point to being indirect when she could read him so easily? But maybe that was what she was driving at – they both knew what they liked, they knew that the other person knew, and yet they couldn't acknowledge it aloud until now. He didn't need to be evasive with her, especially when there was no-one around to overhear.

Zhen remained silent for a brief moment as he turned the corner. "Yes." he answered, forcing out the next words. "We're both into piss." Brief, blunt, but unambiguous. Embarrassing, but cathartic to say.

"Yes." she answered, and he heard her sigh in relief. "Thank you. You have no idea how nervous I was about just getting that out here."

He blinked, but kept his gaze on the road ahead. "You? Nervous? You seemed so confident."

She gave a short laugh. "I'm glad I'm good at concealing my nervousness, then. But really; there I was, being forced to piss in an airplane seat next to someone who works for the client I'm about to go work at. As if that wasn't bad enough, I couldn't stop myself from looking, and I got caught – because he was looking at me too. I felt like I was going to die of embarrassment."

He relaxed in his seat from the candid conversation. "You took the words from my mouth." he admitted. "Except for worrying about jeopardizing my job and the company's relations to an external firm. Not to mention the risk of being publicly shamed."

"Yeah. So, there's no need to be shy. Trust me, I'm just as nervous as you are. But we've both been dancing around it, trying to hide it and be subtle, so let's just be honest."

"I agree." Zhen said immediately, "But if you're ever uncomfortable, just tell me, okay?"

"I will, and same to you."

His courage swelled as he heard that, and the tacit permission it gave him to admit to his desires. "Thank you." he said simply at first, going quiet for just a moment as he took another turn in the road. "Well then, let me begin. I love piss. I love to watch others doing it, I love doing it myself, and finding unusual places to go. I don't do much with it myself outside of what I can get away with in my office, but... I have a lot of videos."

"Including ours?"

"As of a few days ago, at least."

"Do you masturbate to them?"

Her direct question caught him off-guard, and he hesitated a moment, focusing his attention on the road. "...yes." he admitted eventually; he had no reason to deny it.

"So do I." she confessed.

His cheeks flushed and his heart fluttered at the admission of her sexual interest. "I'm glad." he managed to tell her after a moment. His success spurred him onwards. "Is it... what I said... the same for you?"

"Just about. I've been into it for a long time. And I particularly enjoy filling up containers, so as I said, that little incident on the airplane really got me worked up, even without having you next to me to give me something to look at."

"It's very fortunate that we met, then." he observed, and took a moment to think about his next question. "What's the most adventurous thing you've done with it?"

She took a moment to think about that. "One client I was at was incredibly neglectful. The company was dying, budgets were cut, including maintenance. One day I went into the server room to check out a server failure – not technically my job, but the only onsite tech left was busy. The roof was leaking, and water was coming down the wall - we're talking major water damage. ...so I added a little more water to it."

He took in a breath of surprise. "No way."

"Yes way." she retorted. "Nobody else was around. And everything was already soaked. So I lowered my pants a bit, bent at the waist, and sprayed the wall behind me."

Zhen bit his lip. "You can do that?"

"It's not easy for a woman, but it's doable." she explained. "Just as I finished, someone came in, but I managed to make myself decent enough that they didn't notice." After a moment of quiet, she turned it around; "What about you?"

"Nothing quite so exciting." Zhen admitted. "But once when I was in university, I was at a house party. There was a line for the bathroom, so I snuck outside. I figured people did that kind of thing all the time. And I was right – while I was watering the bushes, so to speak, someone else came out. A rather drunk fox girl, if I remember rightly. She clearly saw me and what I was doing and just walked right over, pulled up her skirt, pulled down her panties, squatted, and started watering the grass."

"As drunk college students do."

Zhen chuckled. "Yes. And... well, that's how I learned that I was into it, because she didn't care that I was watching. And I got tremendously aroused from the sight. I'd be lying to say I hadn't been drinking either, so when she stood up, looked at me, and said, 'Nice cock', well..." He trailed off.

"You fucked."

"As drunk college students do." he echoed. A moment later, they both burst into laughter.

"Yeah, that sounds like a college party." Code said after a moment, leaning back in the passenger seat. "But you've never done anything more exotic than your first time?"

"It's an... unusual interest." Zhen remarked. "And not one that I'm open about."

"Ah, I understand," she said, "but you don't need to hide anything between us."

"Thank you." he replied sincerely. "However, we're getting close to the grocery, and I don't want to be pitching a tent when we get there, so perhaps we should discuss something else."

Code nodded and changed the subject to ask him more about his college days and the classes he'd taken, letting them both cool down a little. Soon, they pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store, which was surrounded by trees on the three sides not leading to the road. Zhen found a space to park at a side edge of the lot, and they went inside.

The grocery trip itself went uneventfully, each of them taking a cart and making their way through the store. Zhen helped her read the labels and gave her advice when she needed it, and it wasn't too long before they had gotten through the checkout and were headed back to his car. It was just starting to get dark, but it was still light enough outside to see by without much trouble.

"You can put your things in the trunk," Zhen told her, pressing a button on his car keys to open the trunk up. "I'll keep my things in front of the back seats."

"Thank you." she responded. They unloaded their carts into the car, and Zhen returned them to the nearest drop-off point, but when he came back he found her still standing outside of the car.

"It's not locked." he explained.

"Well, before we go back, I need to take a leak." she told him.

Reflexively, he motioned towards the store. "There are some bathrooms..." he began, but then it clicked exactly why she was telling him this, and he trailed off. Almost immediately, he felt heat rising within him, his heart racing with excitement at the mere idea. "...or we could go together somewhere." He said quietly, casting a surreptitious glance around the parking lot to make sure nobody was nearby.

"Let's go into the woods." she told him, gesturing behind her. He nodded without thinking, and they headed into the trees surrounding the parking lot.

They didn't go too far, just enough to give themselves a decent amount of tree cover between them and the lot, so that nobody would be able to see them. "Can I ask for something specific?" Code inquired as they walked.

"What is it?" he asked back.

"I want to see how high you can piss." she told him bluntly.

The idea made him feel warm all over, though he couldn't quite tell if that was from the scenario itself or the fact that she was asking him – specifically him – to show off for her. "Pretty high." he remarked, "I've... tried it in the shower a few times."

"Show me."

He wasn't going to turn down a request like that, so as soon as they stopped in a slightly open space, he started undoing his pants. He pushed them down to his thighs just enough to free his cock from the confines of the briefs it had been straining against, but she interrupted him.

"Further." she commanded. "I want to see your balls."

"You want...?" he almost repeated, but quickly obliged, sliding his pants all the way down to his knees – he didn't want them to fall all the way to his ankles and end up on the ground, so he spread his  legs a little to keep his pants in place there.

"You're a big guy." she told him with a quiet chuckle, her cheeks flushed red. "And I love balls. It IS a nice cock, but it's got a nice sack to go with it."

The praise left him speechless, but he quickly got back to the matter at hand and held his stiff shaft in his right hand, angling it upward. But bearing her words in mind, he reached down with his left hand and cupped one of his balls, rolling it about a little to show off to her as he relaxed.

The extra practice he'd gotten with her recently had made him better at peeing with an erection, but it still wasn't easy. He closed his eyes and focused on the sound of cars passing in the distance and the light, almost imperceptible breeze rustling the leaves in the trees around him. He opened one eye briefly, and saw Code holding her phone out to record the show, her other hand in her pocket again, no doubt touching herself.

After another few moments of breathing, Zhen felt the tingle in his lower belly that indicated the start of his release. His stream shot out hard and fast, arching up into the air. At the top of the arch it broke up into droplets that began raining downward, pattering on the dirt and fallen leaves on the floor of the woods, rustling them and leaving them wet and shiny. He started moving his stream around to put on a show, careful not to get too close to her, but then he remembered her request.

Zhen aimed his cock higher, making his stream go higher as well, angling it back as far as he dared to go – he didn't want to end up having it splash back down on himself. It was coming up almost to his eye level, and he watched the surface of it ripple just before it broke up into a spray. But he knew he could do better. Taking a breath, he clenched his muscles and forced his stream out harder for a second.

The extra force sent the golden fluid higher into the air, higher even than his own head. He managed to hold that for barely a couple of seconds, but then had to relax his muscles. The stream receded back down below its original height, before picking back up to where it had been before as he breathed normally. He glanced at Code and saw she was watching intently, her hand moving within her pants.

With the rest of his piss, he put on a small show for her, turning in a circle as he kept his cock angled upward, splashing a circle of dirt on the ground around him and catching a low-hanging tree branch nearby. He let his waning stream slowly arc lower and lower in the air, before pointing it down as he fired out the last few squirts with clenches of his muscles, shaking himself dry to finish off. Fortunately, this time, he came prepared, and tugged a handkerchief from his jacket pocket to clean with.

Code tapped the screen on her phone and exhaled. "That was fucking hot." she told him, panting heavily from obvious arousal.

"I'm glad to hear it," he told her, giving her a smirk as he felt a little daring in the heat of the moment. "But I believe you were the one who told me she had to pee...?"

She nodded as she pocketed her phone and began undoing her pants. "What about you, do you have a request?"

Images of different poses he'd seen before ran through his mind as he thought what to ask for. What would be practical? They still had to drive back to the hotel, so she couldn't make too much of a mess. And they didn't have any furniture around, beyond what they could approximate with trees and rocks. He cast his mind back to their first meeting, to how he wished he could have seen her from up close... and got an idea.

"If you were to lean on a tree, how much do you think you could spread your legs?"

"Well, I'm no ballerina..." she quipped, "...but pretty far, I think. Let me give it a try."

The lizard walked over to a large tree and started stripping her pants and panties off entirely, holding them out to Zhen. "Hold onto these." she told him, and he draped her pants over his left arm, then rested her panties on top of them. They were clearly wet in the middle, and he could pick up the scent of her arousal, making his still-hard cock throb. Wearing only her shirt, socks, and shoes, she leaned on the tree with one arm, raising up one leg and holding herself under her thigh with her free hand to help herself spread her legs wide. "Is this good?"

It was quite an impressive sight – the lizard's thighs were lightly muscled and the sight of them spread only fueled Zhen's arousal further. The desire to fuck her burned within him, that much was certain, but she hadn't even let him touch her yet, and this was hardly the time nor the place anyway. Instead, Zhen reached down to his knees and managed to pull out his own phone from his pants, before awkwardly shuffling towards her.

"I want to watch from up close." He told her bluntly, holding his phone sideways to get a better recording of her pussy.

"Just don't get wet." she teased him, and she started breathing deeply to relax.

Zhen was barely foot away from her, and his phone was mere inches away, held slightly above her loins and angled downward just to make sure her initial stream didn't splash it. He could see her pussylips glistening and a single drop of juices running down her inner thighs, as much of an indicator of how aroused she was as his own aching spire of flesh.

He heard her sigh moments before her stream sprayed out from her urethra. For a short distance it was a solid stream, but then it broke up into droplets midway to the ground before pattering on the leaves. "Hold still." he whispered to her, and he started moving his phone. He got a closer shot of her slit and the urine gushing out of it, following the stream before tilting his camera to get a shot of the droplets raining onto the dirt and leaves. He brought it back up to her pussy and moved in as close as he dared, watching the screen as it caught a close-up of her, able to pick up the details of her clit, pissing urethra, and the entrance to her wet vaginal tunnels just underneath.

Zhen bit his lip, desperately wanting to stroke his pulsing, aching cock, but he didn't want to drop or make a mess of Code's clothes. He moved his phone back a little as he told her, "Try pushing it out harder, like I did."

She obliged, and her stream shot from her pussy with more intensity, the solid part of the stream making it a bit further before breaking up. The spray hit the ground with more force, making more noise, but she too could only do so for a couple of seconds before her muscles relaxed and her stream went back to normal.

He kept his camera close for the remainder of her release, breathing heavily as he did, knowing this was going to be a video he would be watching and re-watching many times over. When she finally ran dry, he moved back a little to better catch the stream trickling off, and then leaned in as she squeezed out the last of it to empty her bladder completely.

He tapped his phone to stop the recording, and looked over at her. She was staring down at him and his cock, and with a glance back between her legs, he could tell she was even more aroused than when she had started. He wanted to take her right then and there, and his cock pulsed with the idea, leaking precum down its underside.

"It was good for you too, huh?" Code panted out between breaths. He nodded. "Do you want to cum?"

"You have no idea." he admitted.

"If you were at home, would you be masturbating right now?"

"I would have already finished," he told her, "that was amazing to watch."

"Then do it." she told him. "I don't want you getting blueballed."

Zhen didn't need any more permission than that. He stood up and stuffed his phone into an inner pocket on his jacket, before reaching down and grasping his cock, immediately stroking and pumping it. He stepped back, leaning against the nearest tree for support, his fingers smearing pre over his flesh as they bumped over the ridges on the underside of his shaft.

Code was quick to join him. She lowered her leg and stood back up, pressing her back against the tree, spreading her legs. Her left hand went to her pussy first, two fingers dipping inside and getting covered with her juices, but then she pulled them out and let her right hand take over at her slit instead. Her left hand snuck around behind her, and she raised the leg closer to him so that he could see as she started working her index finger into her tailhole, while her other hand remained busy rubbing over the walls of her pussy.

The sight aroused him further, and he spread his legs, stroking along the full length of his shaft, thrusting his hips a little. His balls swung back and forth between his legs, his gaze locked on her fingers as she eased a second finger into her ass alongside the first, settling into a rhythm where she pushed into one hole as she slid out of the other.

The sight was too much for him after being teased for so long. He hadn't been trying to make it last, and so it hadn't. "I'm going to cum." he announced in a breathless voice, feeling the tell-tale tingle of an approaching orgasm in his loins as his hand stroked back and forth over his cock in a blur.

"Do it." Code told him, taking rapid heaving breaths, staring at his cock and the balls underneath. "I'm almost there too."

He wanted to moan aloud, but didn't want to risk drawing attention to them, so Zhen gritted his teeth as he felt his climax approaching. "Oh...!" escaped his lips before muffled groans forced their way through his clenched teeth as his balls pulled upward and his cock pulsed, firing thick, hot ropes of dragon cum onto the ground. Globs of it splattered onto the already wet leaves nearby and the dirt that had been turned into mud from the heavy watering they had given it. All the while, he kept his hand moving, milking himself for more as his continued stroking sent shocks of pleasure through his orgasming body. It was the most intense orgasm he'd ever had just from masturbating, and he struggled to keep his eyes open just so that he could watch his companion.

True to her word, she didn't last much longer as she stared at his cock and the blasts of seed erupting from it. Small noises of pleasure escaped her as she did her best to keep quiet as well, her body trembling and her tail lashing behind her as she pushed her pumping fingers deep into both holes and teased them around. Pussy juices squirted onto her hand, and she shuddered against the tree. Even with her fingers buried in both her front and back orifices, she didn't keep them still, knuckles flexing as she rubbed at her inner walls with her fingertips. Zhen couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and closed them as he rode out the rest of his climax, hips bucking as he blew his load into the air.

He only re-opened them when his orgasm ended, leaving him panting for breath. He blinked a little as he basked in his afterglow, pleasure still swimming through his senses. Code had lowered her leg again and was leaning back to the tree, gasping, eyes still closed.

"Thank you." she told him between heavy breaths.

"No, thank you." he managed to reply. "We'd better clean up... and head back... but I need a minute. That was... amazing."

She nodded. "Same here. I really... needed that."

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That night, while Zhen was at his home watching the recording again and feverishly masturbating to it, he wondered to himself if Code was doing the same.

The next morning, things returned to the normal duality they had between them - to everyone else at the office, they looked like a pair of coworkers with a rapport, talking about business, software, and a little bit about food. Zhen had an ulterior motive as he tried to determine her culinary preferences, but even so, their interaction was quite ordinary.

And then they went to his office and pissed in his wastebasket together.

Just as they had finished up and were making themselves presentable again, Zhen summoned his courage and broke the comparative silence.

"Are you doing anything on Friday evening?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Other than enjoying the start of the weekend, no. Why?"

"Would you like to come with me to dinner after work? There's a new restaurant in town I've been meaning to try."

Code only took a moment to mull it over. "What kind of restaurant?"

"It's a noodle place – I can send you a link to their website if you want and you can check their menu."

"Oh, I love noodles. I'm sure they'll have something. Shall I meet you in the lobby again like last time?"

Zhen's heart soared as he heard her accept. "That will work."

"Sounds like a plan. I need to get going though, I have a mountain of tickets to work on. Take care."

"Goodbye for now."

Zhen watched her leave, and then let the tension escape his body as he sat in his chair and exhaled, relaxing for a minute before he took his phone from his pocket to place a reservation at the restaurant.

Friday couldn't arrive fast enough for the dragon, even though he immersed himself in work during the day and kept busy at home each night. He made sure he was at his most presentable before he set out to work on Friday morning, and was relieved that when he gave her a gentle reminder of their date during lunch, she told him she was looking forward to it. He was further gratified to find her waiting for him when he reached the lobby, having only been there for a couple of minutes.

On top of that, he was relieved to discover that the restaurant lived up to its reviews, and throughout dinner he kept the conversation off of work, inquiring about her and offering her stories of his own in return. When it turned out they had both read a particular science fiction trilogy, they both became so lost in conversation that they barely noticed their food had arrived.

And finally, after dinner was done, he drove her back to her hotel. It was quite a nice one for the area, a little lacking in amenities but with bigger, more comfortable long-term stay rooms. He pulled into one of the visitor spots out front and stopped the car.

"Thank you, Code." he told her, looking over at her. "I had a wonderful time, I hope you did too."

"I did, thank you." she replied.

Zhen took a breath as he looked her over, heart pounding in his chest. He tried to ask, "May I come in?" – but the words stuck in his throat. He faltered. His eyes locked with hers, internally pleading with her for her to understand the intentions he couldn't quite voice. Of all the times for his nerves to get the better of him...!

"Um..." was all he could muster.

But it was enough. She gave him a smile and asked, "Would you like to come up to my room with me?"

"I would love to." Zhen responded, one hand shifting the car into park, as the other reached for the keys to turn off the engine.

She got out and he followed, taking only a moment to lock the car behind him. Leading the way into the hotel, she passed through the front doors, and went to an elevator, taking it with him up to the second floor. Together they walked down the nearly-silent hallway as she took a keycard out from her wallet, and the entire trip, Zhen tried his best to calm himself down and gather his courage. If this was going to lead to anything more than a cup of tea, he needed to figure out what he wanted to say.

The lizard stopped in front of room 207 and swiped her keycard, the lock clicking as it opened, and she turned the handle to go inside. The lights came on automatically, revealing a reasonably spacious hotel room – since it was a long-stay place it had a small kitchen area with a microwave, a stovetop with only two hotplates, a modest fridge, and several cabinets. The main room also had a bed opposite the TV stand, with several side tables holding lamps and a fresh set of glasses and towels that housekeeping had no doubt put there while she was out. The bathroom was located right next to the entrance, and a large window at the back of the room was currently open, revealing a view of the surrounding woods. A few of her personal things were placed around the room, and she took just a moment to remove her shoes and leave them by the door before she went over to the bedside table to plug in her phone. 

"Make yourself comfortable." she told him, so he closed the door behind him and took off his jacket, hesitating a brief moment before removing his tie as well, and hanging them up on the coat hooks near the door. He unlaced and removed his shoes as well, before taking a seat on the bed, watching as Code emptied her pockets. As she went to close the curtains, he stared off at the wall absently, thinking about the last time he had been here – it had been just to help her carry her groceries up to her room, and he hadn't stayed for long. He hoped this time that he would be able to stay the night, regardless of what actually happened between them.

"You seem nervous." he heard her say from behind him, proving her words true as the sudden sound of her voice startled him.

"I, ah..." he began, and he felt her hands come to rest on his shoulders, gently kneading them after a moment.

"Remember what I told you." she said to him quietly as she massaged his shoulders. "You don't need to hide anything. I'll let you know if I'm not comfortable. And you should do the same."

He nodded and exhaled, relaxing a little under her touch. But when he was still silent, she continued, "I think we both know why I invited you up here, but why don't you say it out loud to get it out there?"

Zhen inhaled again, choosing his words, and then focused on saying them one at a time. "You want to have sex with me."

She chuckled quietly. "That's right. And why did you accept?"

"Because I want to have sex with you." He had to admit that simply saying it out loud helped a great deal.

Her hands squeezed his shoulders a little more. "I've been wanting it for a while ever since I saw in your office what you were packing. But I didn't want to just have a quickie somewhere we might be interrupted and where we'd have to keep quiet. I wanted to wait for the right time." She leaned in closer, dropping her voice to a husky whisper. "And Friday night is a great time. That's why you picked it to invite me to dinner, right?"

He swallowed, his hands gripping the bedcovers beside his legs. "Yes." he admitted.

"Relax." she reminded him. "I would have done the same thing. Because now we're alone, and we're somewhere private, with plenty of time. We can be as loud as we want – this place has great soundproofing, I noticed – and we can do whatever we want together. Nobody will interrupt us, and we can take our time."

He leaned forward a little as he did his best to relax again, enjoying her touch. "Are you nervous?"

"You have no idea." she answered. "I thought you were going to just drop me off and leave. But then I saw that look in your eyes and I could tell you were just as nervous as I was." 

She leaned in close to him again, but this time slid around his side a little so he could see her face. "So now that we both know what we're here for, why don't we stop being so anxious and enjoy ourselves... and enjoy each other?"

Her hands slid around to his front, reaching for the button on his collar. She stopped there, looking him in the eyes, silently asking for permission, and he nodded to her, pushing his chest out towards her. Her nimble fingers undid his shirt one button at a time, all the way down towards his waist. Once done, she opened up his shirt, and he took over, sliding it off of his right arm, then the left, letting it fall onto the bed behind him.

She stood in front of him after that and leaned forward, making it clear that he should return the favor. His hands were much larger, but he was still able to undo the buttons on her shirt, and she quickly tossed it aside once he had done so. She looked him over as she gazed at him, and he raised his arms and flexed a little; he was no body builder, but he worked out regularly to keep himself in shape, and it showed. She reached out and ran her hands over the muscles on his chest, then out to his arms, feeling over them. In comparison, she had a very feminine figure, despite the flat chest. Her muscling was very light, but her outer scales were sleek and smooth, and he reached out to touch her chest, running his fingers down her softer, more flexible chest scales. 

"You know," she commented after a moment, "this is the first time we've seen each other shirtless."

He gave a small chuckle. "Funny how that works."

"It's a good look for you." she complimented, hands running back over his muscles. "You're a very handsome man. But I suppose it would be very distracting if you were showing this off all the time."

Flattered a little under the praise, he nonetheless flexed his arms again for her to show off. "I could live with that, but I think my employer might object."

"All the more reason for me to enjoy it while I can." she told him. Her hands drifted down, over his belly, towards his belt. She hesitated there again, and he gave her another nod, prompting her to start unbuckling the belt and opening up his pants, revealing the straining briefs underneath.

"How long have you been hard?" she asked as she pulled his pants downward, and he wiggled on the bed to help her get them off, sliding them down past his socks and letting them fall onto the floor.

"Since we entered the room." he confessed, glancing away for a moment, then returning his gaze to her. She stood in front of him again, putting her hands on her hips as she pushed them out, and he got the hint; reaching out, he undid her buckle, button and zipper so that he could lower her pants down.

"And what do you want to do?" Her pants fell down and she stepped out from them, kicking them aside, leaving her in just her panties and socks. He scuffed his feet on the carpet to remove his own socks as she reached down to strip off hers, but he couldn't find an answer to that question. So many possibilities went through his mind, each just as alluring as the last; positions and acts and different locations throughout the room...

"I don't know. I can't decide." he answered honestly, watching her hands reach for his waist again. He gave her another nod as he continued, "I didn't think that far ahead, to be quite honest with you." His voice trailed off towards a mumble close to the end of that sentence, but he took another breath and summoned his courage. "I will be happy with anything. I... I want to be intimate with you. The 'how' is just a detail."

Her index fingers slipped into the waistband of his briefs and began pulling them down, the dragon again wiggling on the bed to help her get them off. "In that case... could I make another request?" she asked as she stared at his loins, admiring the stiff shaft standing from his sheath, and his heavy balls that were resting on the bedcovers.

"Of course." he answered, reaching out towards her, taking note of the damp spot on her panties that told him of her arousal. She let him slide her panties downwards past her knees, and then he let go of them so that they fell to the floor, letting her step out from them. Her slit was on display again, and he admired it, bringing his hands back up and rubbing at her thighs.

"Could you stand up?" she asked him, and he obliged the simple request, standing before her completely naked. For a brief moment they each admired the other, gazing over naked, scaled bodies illuminated by the overhead lights. But then she knelt down in front of him slowly, putting her hands on his hips, staring hungrily between his legs. Zhen initially expected she was going to give him oral, but as she moved her head in, her snout was aimed a little lower, and she nuzzled against his balls, her hands sliding in between his legs to cup one in each hand, his shaft resting on top of her head.

"Let me indulge myself a little." she told him.

"Go right ahead." he gasped out quietly. He could feel her hands as they rubbed against the back of his sack, caressing the orbs within, her long fingers teasing over the stretched-smooth surface. She rubbed her snout against the front of them briefly, and after a short time as she began rubbing her hands back and forth, giving little kisses to the front of his balls.

He groaned softly, closing his eyes and enjoying the attention. It was certainly new to him to have someone focus so exclusively on his balls, but he let it happen and enjoyed her ministrations. The lizard's thin, forked tongue flicked out and licked against the smooth scales of the dragon's sack, her tongue's dexterity making up for its small size. She licked again and again, worshipping his orbs, fingers teasing the back of them as she held them close to her face, her snout nuzzling all around where her tongue was working.

She pulled away after a little bit and then slipped her muzzle down and underneath his balls as she let go of them. Raising her snout, she let his heavy orbs rest on the bridge of her muzzle, before the rolled off to the sides. She gave each one a final kiss before she leaned back and looked back up at him from her kneeling position.

"Thank you." she told him.

"I should be thanking you..." he told her between breaths.

She stood back up and embraced him, sandwiching his shaft between the two of them, and as he put his arms around her and held her, he grinded against her belly, rubbing his hot, hard flesh against it.

"Your turn." she whispered to him. "What can I do for you?"

His hands stroked up and down her back, over her smooth scales, as her hands roamed across his, teasing through the line of fur that ran down the dragon's back. "I..." he began, taking a moment to reassure himself. There was definitely something he wanted that he had never done himself, because he'd never had someone willing. "I want to piss on you."

"Not here." she told him quietly, "Let's go to the bathroom."

Her immediate acceptance, and the way she ground herself back against him as she responded, told him a great deal about how much she liked the idea as well. The two of them separated, but rather than go straight to the bathroom, she went to her bedside table and opened a drawer, taking out a bottle of lubricant. "We might need it afterward." she told him when she turned around and saw him looking at it.

His blush deepened, and his cock throbbed. "I hope so." he said without thinking, momentarily embarrassed until he saw the smile she gave him.

Code then turned and entered the bathroom ahead of him. It was fairly small, with a bathtub and shower on one side, opposite a toilet, sink, and trash basket. The entire bathroom was white on every surface, except for the white and pale blue checkered wallpaper. Thankfully, the floor was heated, so the two of them being barefoot wouldn't be an issue. As Zhen walked in behind her, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror; naked, erect, flustered... all in all a far cry from his smart appearance when he had looked in the mirror that morning before heading to work. But at the same time, he was about to indulge in a fantasy of his own; there was something to be said for dropping the firm, businesslike demeanor he normally kept, and enjoying himself.

She entered the bathtub and knelt down again, setting the lube bottle on the corner of the tub. Resting her hands on her legs, she watched as he joined her, her tail swaying back and forth slowly behind her. Zhen tugged the shower curtain closed behind him as he entered, grateful that the floor of the tub was slightly rough so that his feet wouldn't slip on it. Reaching out, he leaned on the wall with his left hand, his right grasping his cock as he looked down and pointed it at her, his pulse quickening as he fully realized what he was about to do, and how much he was going to enjoy it.

"I've wanted to do this to someone for a very long time." he admitted.

"Then do it." she told him. "Piss all over me."

Zhen bit his lip and tried to relax. He'd drunk plenty of water at the restaurant earlier – and so had she, now that he thought about it – anticipating some sort of wet fun happening if he successfully got to her room, so he didn't think he'd have to wait long. For several seconds he took deep breaths in and out, staring at the far wall, willing his muscles to relax enough...

As soon as he felt his release starting, he looked downward. His stream, paler than usual due to all the water he had drunk, landed on her near the center of her chest and immediately began to pour down her front in several rivers. The force with which it struck her made droplets spray off in several directions as well, but most of it cascaded down over her body. Her scales were left glistening, and his heart pounded in his chest as he watched his urine wash down her front between her legs and thighs.

But she didn't stay still. She let out a moan of her own, pushing her chest out into his stream. "It's so hot...!" she gasped out, squirming with obvious enjoyment. He began to move his cock from side to side to send his stream splashing back and forth across her, soaking as many of her scales as he could reach, hosing down her sides. His arousal made him pant for breath as he lowered his aim and sprayed her thighs, splashing her from her hips to her knees, down one leg and then back up the other.

She spread her legs a little more, and he took advantage of it to aim right between them. His stream splashed below her belly and just above her slit, washing down over her folds. She moaned out, leaning back and spreading her legs as far as the tub would let her, and he continued to aim the flow of his piss between her legs. His eyes caught sight of all the excess urine that had dripped from her running along the bottom of the tub, flowing between his feet toward the drain behind him.

Suddenly, she closed her eyes and mouth, leaned forward, and lowered her head down. His stream splashed up the middle of her head briefly as she moved, and was then pattering onto the middle of her back and running down her smooth, sleek, and now shiny scales, towards the base of her tail. He stepped a little closer as he began to run out, and let the last of his stream splash between her shoulders, clenching his muscles to get every last drop out and onto her.

For a moment they stayed there, both panting, as Code sat back up, looking up at him with a lustful gaze. Zhen broke the silence after a few moments as he lamented, "I wish I had recorded that."

"Then you'll just have to do it again another night." she told him, and his heart fluttered; he was already being invited back, and they weren't even done.

There was another moment of silence between them, and it was Code's turn to break it. "Can I return the favor? I really need to piss, especially after that."

Zhen hesitated, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't know if he wanted to. He'd never thought about it before. All his fantasies had involved him doing the pissing, or just watching someone else. But then memories came back to him, of getting so close to her stream out in the woods, and of his curiosity about the temperature of her fluid on the plane...

"How should I do this?" he asked her.

"Lie down." she told him, and they switched positions; as she stood up, still dripping wet all over, he crouched down and then lay on his back with his head underneath the faucet and showerhead. His tail was between his legs, and his cock jutted upwards from his loins, moving a little with each heavy throb. He kept his arms at his sides, giving her as much room within the tub to move, trying to keep still for her.

"That's good..." she told him as she stepped forward, straddling his body. Staring upward, he had a fantastic view of her, looking up between her legs at her pussy. Her whole body was still wet and glistening from the golden shower he had given her, and now and then a droplet of his own piss fell onto him, but he didn't care – they were going to clean up afterwards, and he'd sprayed himself in the shower more than a few times on purpose.

Her own arousal was making her take rapid breaths as she reached down with both hands and spread her labia apart – far more than was strictly necessary for this, so that she could show off to him. He waited patiently for her, admiring the view, until he heard her give a quiet hum of contentment – and a pale golden flow of fluid flowed out from her urethra and down towards him.

He watched it fall through the air and then felt it splash against his chest, pattering loudly on his muscled body. The cold-blooded lizard's urine was at room temperature, neither hot nor cold, but that didn't make it any less intimate for him. She sighed as she savored her relief, her gaze fixed on him, and she started to move her hips.

She shifted them back a little, sending her stream lower, splashing onto his belly, the excess running around his sides and underneath him. Slowly but surely, she aimed further back, shuffling her feet back slightly, and he gasped as he felt her pissing directly onto his throbbing draconic shaft, the impact of her pee making it wobble and bounce around a bit. He reached out and took hold of it with his thumb and index finger, moving his sensitive flesh around under the spray to get it as wet as possible, feeling the droplets rain down all over its surface as well as his hand.

And then she moved down just a little more and let her stream splash onto his balls. In moments they were drenched, the excess lizard-piss spilling over the sides and bottom of them and onto the tub below. He used both hands to reach down and cup them, holding them up into the shower of her pale yellow liquid, some of it pooling up in his hands as he did.

She certainly seemed to appreciate the show, her tongue flicking across her lips as she watched closely. Moving her hips back and forth after that, she pissed up and down his front in a big line from his collar to his ballsack and back again. When her stream started to wane, she squatted down and aimed it as best she could directly at his shaft, emptying out the rest of her bladder onto it, including the final couple of squirts she forced out.

Once again they were both left panting and intensely aroused. Both were now soaked in the other's urine, scales wet and glistening. Zhen's heart pounded from excitement so hard he thought it might burst from his chest. He could practically hear its thumping in his head. He couldn't stop now. He had to go all the way.

"Code." he told her, riding the surge of confidence in the heat of the moment. "I want to fuck you. How do you want it?"

The lizard stood up, turning around and raising up her tail as high as she could. "In my ass." she answered assertively, taking the lube bottle and holding it out behind her towards him, her chest heaving as she panted for breath.

Zhen got to his feet, a little bewildered; he had expected her to answer with a position, or perhaps to let him decide, but he certainly wasn't going to complain about what was on offer. He took the lube bottle from her and poured a generous amount of it onto his cock, one hand stroking back and forth to ensure his shaft was well-covered in it. He then took his lube-covered fingers and reached out, pressing them under her tail and teasing there. Her anal opening was small and subtle, and he almost doubted he would fit, but her confidence and the assertiveness in her demand told him all he needed to know about how much action this particular entrance got.

He pressed on her tailhole and gently wiggled one finger into it, hearing her groan as the slick digit spread her sphincter. The ring of muscle clung tightly to his finger, and he wiggled it around inside, helping to loosen her up a little as well as slick up her insides a bit. Experimentally, he brought a second finger up against her anal opening, and with a little bit of gentle pressing, managed to ease it in alongside the first. Despite how readily she stretched, she was still very tight, and his cock throbbed at the anticipation of being inside of that same snug passage.

Still, he took his time to make sure she was ready; he didn't want to rush this. He wanted to take his time and savor it. He poured a little more lubricant onto his fingers and let it run down them inside of her, wiggling his fingers around within her rear for a brief moment before finally pulling them out.

"Stand straight, please." He told her, moving closer.

She obliged, keeping her back to him, but glancing over her shoulder to watch. Zhen came right up behind her, both of them still wet, and pressed his chest against her back while he reached downward. Grabbing her legs just behind her knees, he lifted her off the floor of the bathtub, her knees and legs bending until her thighs were pressed against her belly. Turning, he leaned back to rest his back against the tiled wall to support some of their weight, bracing his feet on the rough floor of the tub to keep them steady, as he tilted the lizard back to lean her against his chest.

He heard Code gasp a little as she was lifted so easily – she was not small by any stretch of the imagination – but he was bigger and stronger than her, able to carry her weight without much trouble. He slid his hands down slightly to grasp her thighs instead, and with his grip secured, he spread out her legs to the sides, encountering no resistance from her as he did so. Her tail was still raised, curled to the side and out of the way, practically inviting him inside, so he began to lower her downward to line her up. It was a little difficult, not being able to directly see what he was doing – his cocktip first pressed against her taint, and when he corrected himself, he aimed a little too high and nudged her undertail. From there, he was able to slide forward until he felt his slick, pointed glans poking against her rear hole, and he paused just a moment, breathing deeply, burning with anticipation.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Ready." she replied between breaths.

That was all he needed. He lowered her hips down further and felt himself starting to enter her, spreading her sphincter out around his hard, lube-covered flesh, and he groaned from the sensation, the tunnels beyond welcoming him into their tight embrace. But it was nothing compared to her reaction – she tensed and drew in a sharp breath, letting it out as a moan, her toes curling from the penetration as she leaned back against him and shuddered softly.

Gently, he eased her down onto his shaft, feeling her stretch around the first ridge on the underside of it. He felt her twitch against him at the sensation, giving a pleasured gasp, and he held her there for just a moment to let her adjust before continuing. He repeated this for each of the remaining three ridges, each one stretching her slightly more than the last as his cock got a little thicker towards the base, his breaths coming more heavily from the pleasure he felt of sinking into her tight depths. Finally, her tailhole met the collar of his sheath, his whole length fully buried inside of her, throbbing needily within her body.

His breaths came heavily as he savored the feeling, relishing having her tight walls pressed on his shaft – a small groan escaping him when she gave a voluntary clench of her muscles around him. She was so wet that juices were dripping from her unattended pussy and onto the front of his balls, and he reveled in knowing that he was the reason she was so intensely aroused. Her right hand hung at her side as she reached up with her left, holding onto his neck gently to support herself. Tenderly, he nosed against the side of her head a little, his whiskers hanging down against her flat chest, the tufts of fur brushing her scales gently. She breathed heavily, her eyes closed, and he gave her just another moment more before he continued.

Gripping the underside of her thighs, he began lifting her up. He groaned softly as he felt his ridges popping back out from her ass, and she shivered against him, her tail-tip lashing off to the side. He eased her back up until just the head of his cock remained inside of her, and then began lowering her down once more. He settled into a rhythm, keeping it slow and taking his time, moving her hips up and down to slide her rear hole along the length of his shaft, savoring every little surge of pleasure he gained from sliding in and out of her rump, and listening to the moans she made in response.

Rather than speed up when he was ready for more, he started moving his hips, pushing up into her when he lowered her hips, and pulling back when he lifted her hip, making his shaft enter and exit her faster. Each time he pushed in, he ground his hips against her ass firmly for a moment, leaking preseed into her as she leaked pussy juices onto him. Her pleasured gasps and moans drove him on, and he kept his steady pace to hear more of them, pressing his head against the side of hers as he gave low groans of his own.

How he wished he had a recording of this, so he could re-live this moment later...! He savored the moment as he rose and lowered her hips, moving his own forward and back rhythmically, trying to commit the moment to memory; the wet scales of her back sliding against his chest, the tightness of her anal walls around his cock, the pleasured sounds she made, and that wonderful feeling he got every time one of his ridges passed through the firm grip of her sphincter.

His breaths came more heavily, and at last he gave in to his desires to go for the finish. Adjusting his grip on her hips slightly, he held her still, spreading his legs further – and began to thrust up into her in earnest. His cock dove into her until his hips smacked against her rump, making her gasp out and tremble against him, drowning out the groan of pleasure he made. He pulled back, three of his four ridges popping out from her, and then he abruptly changed direction and thrusted back into her, shuddering as his cock was enveloped in tightness once more. But as soon as his hips hit her ass he changed direction again, giving her a relentless pounding, his balls swinging back and forth between his legs as he did.

Zhen felt her quivering and trembling in his grasp, holding onto his neck as she moaned out. Very soon he felt the tingle running up his spine telling him he was about to orgasm, conflicting emotions running through him; he knew it was going to be good, but at the same time, he didn't want it to end. He wanted to ask her if she wanted it in or out, but all he could do was groan, and she didn't seem capable of answering any questions right now either, her pleasured gasps rising in pitch towards a crescendo. Suddenly, she let out a loud cry, arching her back and curling her toes tightly as her own climax hit her, squirts of her pussy juices hitting the shower curtain in front of her. As she writhed against him, her anal tunnels clenched down around his shaft, and that was all he needed to finish as well.

Just as his orgasm hit, Zhen pulled back one more time and thrust in hard, his big balls swinging forward and bouncing off the bottom of her pussylips. His sack pulled up against his body as the orbs within began to unload, his mind lost in ecstasy as his cock throbbed against her inner walls. Shot after shot of his hot, thick dragon cum erupted into her, and he closed his eyes tightly as incredible pleasure overwhelmed his senses, his body shuddering heavily as his orgasmic moans joined with hers. Keeping himself hilted within her, he filled her ass with every drop of seed his virile balls had to give, the tightness of her clenching passage keeping his whole load inside it.

When he finally came down from his peak, Zhen leaned back against the wall again, panting for breath, savoring his afterglow and the tightness of her anal walls, her passage warmed by the cum he had just filled it with. He could hear her gasping for breath, her chest heaving as she recovered from her climax. For a whole minute the two of them stayed there, remaining still except for their deep breaths, until Zhen gave the side of her head a small nuzzle.

They were going to have to get cleaned up, and probably get dressed, and there was still plenty of time left in the night. But there was something Zhen had to know, so he whispered to her.

"May I stay the night?" he asked her quietly.

"You'd better." she answered between breaths, and he smiled happily.