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For as long as I could remember I had been fascinated by women's bathroom
activities. I'm not really certain of the cause of this interest. Perhaps
it has something to do with my having grown up with three older sisters, all
of whom were very careful never to let me see them using the toilet.
Whatever the reason, from before the time I was even old enough to develop a
hard on, the thought of a girl or woman peeing and especially having a public
accident, never failed to arouse me.
One of my most vivid memories was of a time when I was in fourth grade. The
girl sitting two seats in front of me was called on to read aloud to the
class. She was standing next to her desk and had been reading for about a
minute when all of a sudden I heard a strange tinkling noise. I looked up to
see several streams of pee falling from beneath her skirt and splashing on
the floor between her shoes.
She remained perfectly still and stood there peeing for about twenty seconds.
Her only visible reaction was to stop reading and lower her head. No one
else moved either, and even the teacher was stunned and seemingly frozen in
place. However, once the peeing had stopped, the teacher and several of the
girls rushed over, wrapped the girl in a blanket and immediately escorted her
to the girls' washroom. She never came back to the class that day, but when
she returned the next day, it was as if nothing had happened. I really
wanted to ask her how it had felt, but I was afraid to since didn't know her
that well, and I thought it might embarrass her. In the end I had to be
content with just a mental picture of her standing there with the yellow
liquid falling to the floor from between her legs. I thought about it many
times over the next few years.
By the time I was out of college, my sexual excitement over female peeing had
increased, although, unfortunately not my first hand experiences. Because
adult movies and magazines featuring watersports were so hard to find, I knew
that these activities were considered taboo and frowned on, and I was sure
that I was somewhat deviant in my interest in them. Additionally, I tended
to be on the shy side when it came to women, and there was just no way I
could think of to bring up the subject of peeing or watersports with any of
the ones I dated. So all I could do was to go on fantasizing and hoping that
somehow something would happen.
I met Jackie about three years later and we were immediately attracted to one
another. We had so much in common and were so compatible that within just a
few months we were living together and sharing everything. Jackie was flat
out gorgeous: natural blonde hair, long legs, a narrow waist and perfect
breasts. Her best physical feature though was her fine pear shaped ass. She
knew it too and always wore the tightest skirts and pants in order to show it
off. Also, our sexual relationship was all that I could have hoped for, and
I wanted it to continue to be that way.
However, as well as we got along, I still couldn't think of a way to bring up
the subject of peeing and wetting. I was very much afraid that Jackie would
find the idea so unappealing that it would screw up our relationship, and I
just couldn't take the chance of that happening. I had however managed to
acquire a few watersports videos along with a couple of issues of "Wet Set"
magazine which I kept hidden in a box of old clothing. Occasionally when
Jackie wasn't around or was asleep, I'd take them out and watch a video or
read a story about a wet accident. Sometimes I would fantasize about a
beautiful girl who just couldn't hold it in and finally had to let go,
soaking her panties and legs with hot pee. The thought would still get me
hotter than almost anything else.
I had become resigned to things remaining pretty much that way, but one
night, something happened to change all of that. It was a Friday, and I had
stayed out after work, to play cards and have a few beers with some of the
guys. Jackie had told me she was going to a late movie with one of her
girlfriends.
It was almost midnight by the time I got home. As I entered the apartment,
it was dark, and it appeared that Jackie hadn't returned yet. I needed to
take a piss, but first I walked into the living room and turned on the light.
As I continued through I was surprised to see one of my issues of "Wet Set"
lying open on the coffee table. I moved closer. Sure enough, there staring
me in the face was one of my favorite stories, including some particularly
vivid passages which I had highlighted with a yellow marker.
It was about a gorgeous girl who became desperate to pee while driving home
from a party. The story described her difficulties in great detail and
talked about how, just as she was struggling to open her front door, she had
finally lost control and wet herself thoroughly. It was accompanied by a
beautiful illustration of a tall well dressed blonde in obvious
embarrassment. Her legs were spread slightly and there was a small dark spot
starting to run down the front of her short tight skirt. The picture showed
a cascade of pee falling from beneath her miniskirt, splashing and forming a
puddle on the floor between her shapely legs.
My mind was racing. I was always careful not to leave that stuff around.
How did the magazine get there? Jackie must have discovered my hiding place
in the back of my closet. What would she be thinking now? How was I going
to explain this to her?
Then I heard a noise behind me. I turned and there was Jackie, standing in
the hallway. She had on one of her sexiest outfits: a low cut blouse, very
tight, short, red skirt, dark stockings and high heels. Her legs were
squeezed together and she had a look of extreme distress on her face.
Immediately it struck me how much she looked like the girl in the magazine.
Then she called out to me plaintively,
"Oh hon, I'm so glad you're back. The bathroom door's stuck and I have to
pee. I just can't hold it any more. If you can't....... Oh no, it's too
late! I'm going to wet myself."
With that she spread her legs slightly, and I heard a faint hissing sound. A
second later I saw the insides of her stockings begin to darken further
starting from the thighs and moving down to her shoes. Then I heard the
dripping of liquid on the tile. As I continued to watch in awe the amber
droplets began to fall directly to the floor from beneath her skirt. The
drops soon became a stream and then a golden waterfall, splashing and forming
a puddle between her feet. As a dark spot began to run down the front of her
skirt, she became the mirror image of the illustration on the table in front
of me - a lovely girl in distress, peeing her panties uncontrollably. My
fantasy had become a reality.
As I continued to watch Jackie pee through her clothing, my cock grew hard,
bulging out the front of my pants. I was so aroused that my own urge to piss
had totally disappeared, and I was on the verge of coming without even
touching myself.
Jackie never moved or changed expression for the entire thirty seconds or so
that she continued to pee. Her eyes were bright though, and her breathing
was heavy. I was beginning to realize that she was very much enjoying the
feeling of peeing herself.
Finally, as the stream became a trickle and then stopped entirely, Jackie
smiled and began to walk slowly to me. I moved toward her as well, and when
we met I surrounded her with my arms, pulling her tightly against me. As I
began to undulate my hips, my stiff cock rubbed against her. I continued
holding her tightly around her narrow waist with one hand while I moved the
other across her ass and downward searching out her innermost regions. My
hand curled around to the inside of her leg, and I could feel the new
moistness of the nylon that encased it. Proceeding slowly upwards I raised
Jackie's skirt exposing her upper thigh. As I passed over the top of her
stocking I paused to gently stroke the soft, bare flesh there. She trembled,
and her breathing became even heavier.
I moved upward again beneath her skirt until my hand reached the rounded
globes of her buttocks. I pressed my fingers into the cleft beneath and
between them, at last feeling the warmth and total wetness of the fabric of
her saturated white silk panties. I increased the pressure slightly and
heard a gasp of pleasure. For a moment I withdrew my hand and sniffed the
fragrance of Jackie's urine. To me it was the finest of perfumes and without
hesitation I licked the tips of my fingers. The slight salty taste on my
tongue brought me to new heights of desire.
In a second I was down on my knees in front of her, one hand firmly gripping
each cheek of Jackie's ass. Raising her skirt even further, I found the
front of her soaked panties with my mouth and tongue. As I pressed my lips
against her mound, I could feel the soft pubic hair beneath the smooth
fabric. Jackie began moaning and slowly moving her pelvis against me. I
sucked as hard as I could, again tasting my lover's bodily fluid. My tongue
pushed through the material forcing it partially into the opening between
Jackie's legs. I sucked out more of her juices, but I wasn't satisfied yet.
"More!" I pleaded as I pressed my lips against her. "Pee some more. I want
to taste you"
"I don't know if I can," she replied breathlessly.
Nevertheless, in a second I felt the warmth penetrating the fabric, and then
the liquid was filling my mouth. I didn't swallow, but allowed it to
overflow until it was running down my chin and dripping down the front of my
shirt. The flow lasted only a few seconds, but the feeling brought me to an
even higher level of desire.
Again wrapping my hands around Jackie's upper thighs I pulled her down to the
floor. As we stretched out alongside one another in a 69 position, I tugged
her wet panties aside and again pressed my face against her pubic mound. I
continued to suck greedily on the soft, damp hair there until all traces of
urine were gone. Meanwhile, I could feel Jackie unzipping my fly and pulling
my stiff cock free from my shorts and pants. Then her lips were surrounding
it and she was sucking hungrily, moving up and down the shaft.
I moved my head down further until it was all the way between Jackie's legs.
Her soft flesh imprisoned me. Her pussy was soft too and very wet. I
couldn't tell if it was urine or pussy juice, but it really didn't matter.
In a second I had my tongue between her lips and was alternating between
stroking her clit and filling her vaginal canal. The taste of her juices was
exquisite. Jackie's clit swelled and began to pulsate, and I could hear her
breathing becoming heavier and more rapid as she continued sucking on my
engorged member. Now her body was trembling uncontrollably and her hips were
rotating. I moved my tongue even faster up and down along her clit.
For a second she released me with her mouth and emitted a sound that was
something between a scream and a moan. Then as my tongue continued its
clitoral massage I heard her voice crying out,
"Do that! More! Oooh, yes! I'm coming! Uugghh!! I'm coming!!! Ohh, I'm
cooomming!!"
Jackie's hips began bucking wildly and I could feel her pussy walls expanding
and contracting rhythmically. Then my mouth again tasted her fluids as she
spurted several times.
Her orgasm continued until finally, her hip movements slowed. Although her
contractions had not yet stopped, once again I felt Jackie's lips around my
cock. She continued to moan, while she pumped furiously, taking me even
deeper into her mouth than before. As she moved over me still faster, I
couldn't hold out any longer. My cock swelled and I could feel the semen
traveling up from my balls. A second later, with a series of contractions,
my cock erupted, shooting jets of semen forcefully into Jackie's mouth. I
grunted and then cried out at the indescribable pleasure as the contractions
continued. I could feel Jackie sucking out every last drop and swallowing it
until at last the pulsating ceased and I was milked dry.
For several minutes we remained lying in that position, with my head between
Jackie's thighs and lips against her pussy, while she gently held my
softening prick in her mouth, caressing the tip every so often with her
tongue. Finally I withdrew from her and rotated around until we were face to
face.
"That was no accident you had, was it?" I began. "How did you find my
magazine?"
Jackie smiled wickedly.
"Actually I found your whole collection of watersports stuff about a week ago
while I was looking for some old clothes to give away. I've been reading the
magazines and looking at the videos when you weren't around. I never knew
porno materials like that existed, and I couldn't believe how hot they got
me. I've never told you this, but I've wanted to try watersports for a long
time. To pee on someone and have them pee on me is my strongest sexual
fantasy. Right now I really get off on peeing myself though. Almost every
morning before I turn on the shower, I stand in the tub and just let go. I
love to hear the hiss and splashing and to feel the warmth and wetness
running down my legs. I've tasted my own too, but I'd also like to try
someone else's."
"Really?" I responded in amazement. "You really taste yourself?"
"Not only that," she continued, "but sometimes I'll keep my panties on when I
pee into the toilet. They get a nice wet spot in the crotch next to my
pussy. Then I'll wear them and let them slowly dry during the day. Of
course I have to be very careful to wear dark clothing on those days, so
anything that soaks through won't show. I'll bet you've never noticed, have
you?"
I shook my head, partially in answer to her question and partially in wonder.
I couldn't believe the gorgeous girl I was living with was a pee fan like me
and I hadn't even known it.
"Why didn't you ever say anything about this?" I asked.
"Well," Jackie responded, "after all, it *is* considered a bit kinky by most
people and some are really turned off. I just wasn't sure how you'd react.
And don't forget... you kept it hidden from me too."
I had to agree that was true.
"Anyhow," she went on, "when I found your magazines and tapes, I realized
that you must be turned on by wetting as well, so I planned this little
surprise. Did you like it?"
"Like it!?!" I exclaimed. "I think it was the most erotic experience I've
ever had."
"Good," Jackie responded with another wicked, sexy grin, "because I had quite
a bit of water before you got home, and my bladder's just beginning to fill
up again. What do you say we put some plastic over the rug and pop in one of
your videos?"
The mere suggestion began to stir my cock to life again, plus I realized that
I was feeling quite a bit of pressure from my own bladder, which I hadn't
relieved since I'd been home.
"I'll lead the way." I replied, already thinking of all the great, wet times
to come. "I have a little surprise waiting for you as well, and I know
you'll just want to lap it up."
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