They made a good-looking couple, he thought: she slim, five- eight,
blond; he six-four, one-ninety, dark. Both were bright, interested in
music, read a lot, sporty: cycling, sailing. In short, they probably
deserved to be called yuppies. Where they differed from similar couples
emerged quite early in their relationship. One bright spring afternoon
they had gone picnicking at a state park across Chesapeake Bay on the
Eastern Shore. They had in the course of the afternoon consumed, along
with sandwiches, a good deal of iced tea and several beers. They had
also engaged in a certain amount for 'fore-fore play' - touches,
squeezes, massaging of butts, and occasional kiss - and were getting
primed for the evening ahead.
Unfortunately, as it was the first really nice spring day, everyone else
was on the road too, and the next thing they knew they were tied up in a
massive return-home traffic jam. Jim noticed Debbie getting fidgetier
and fidgetier, and finally asked if she was okay. She said: 'I'm okay,
but I really have to pee. I'm not going to be able to hold it much
longer.'
Jim said, 'If this traffic doesn't start moving soon, I'm going to be in
trouble myself.' Traffic did start moving, but soon stopped again, on
the Bay Bridge this time. Debbie was squirming almost continuously now,
holding her crotch with her hand. But Jim also noticed her color had
heightened and her nipples were hard under her tee-shirt.
Just as Jim was wondering what would happen next it happened. Debbie
said, 'My God, I can't stop it' and, as the first burst of warm pee
soaked her bikini panties, opened the door and jumped out. Looking
extremely mortified, blushing bright red, she stood there in the doorway
as a flood of piss poured out of her jeans and down her legs. But Jim
also noticed, as the flood continued, that her breathing was quickening
and the mortified look was becoming one of ecstasy. When she finished,
he arranged the spread they had used as a picnic blanket for her to sit
on, and she popped back in.
Neither knew what to say, but it was for sure an icebreaker of some
kind. Jim finally said, 'Gee, baby, I'm sorry.' She looked embarrassed,
but then she said, looking at the enormous bulge his iron hard cock made
in his jeans, 'Well, you don't look it.' He smiled sheepishly and
acknowledged, 'that was about the sexiest thing I've ever seen.'
She only replied, 'Oh, Jim, I'm so hot. If I hadn't already just pissed
myself in front of the whole state of Maryland, I'd have you rub me off
right here.' Just then traffic finally started moving and they soon
passed the site of the two fender-benders that had brought everything to
a halt.
As they drove, with Jim's prodding, Debbie confessed that she had first
wet herself experimentally after watching a friend's accident. She was
sixteen and was already masturbating regularly. When she wet, she was so
turned on that she had only rub her pussy a couple of times though her
sopping shorts before she had an explosive orgasm. Naturally, she
repeated the experiment, but always in private. Once or twice,
inevitably, she had miscalculated and wet in public. She found this even
more arousing than doing it in private. But she had never wet for a
boyfriend, because she was afraid of turning him off rather than on.
She described her sensations: filling up, her bladder becoming
increasingly insistent, the realization that the flood could no longer
be averted, the first spurts past tiring sphincters as control
disintegrated, the final delicious flood as control was totally lost,
her near orgasmic feelings as her hot piss bathed her pussy and washed
down her legs. She concluded by saying, 'You must be as full as I was.
Why don't you try it?' He wanted to, but responded lamely that he needed
to get some milk and a six-pack on the way home.
She said, 'If you'll wet, I'll go in like I am.' It was an offer hard to
refuse, and his control was getting increasingly tenuous in any case.
He said, 'Slide a couple of towels under me and I'll try a little here
and if it's dark enough when we get to the Seven- Eleven, I'll do the
rest for you standing in the car door in the parking lot.' She did and
he did. He had held it so long that when he first relaxed control,
nothing happened. It was like be in a state of suspended animation.
First came a hard opening spurt and then a steady stream. It felt so
good he had a hard time reimposing control. As his hot pee flowed out of
his nearly erect penis and trickled back down and around his balls and
warmed his butt, he wondered how such sensations could have been kept
secret from him for so long. Debbie sat transfixed, absentmindedly
playing with one nipple with her left hand and rubbing her pussy with
her right.
When they got to the convenience store she jumped out and went in to buy
their milk and beer. The clerk asked her, 'Get caught in the traffic jam
on the bridge?' Debbie blushed, nodding yes, her pussy suddenly wet
again, and was soon back out at the car. As she sat down and closed the
car door, she said, 'Your turn.'
Jim got out, and by now completely full again, exhaled deliciously and
let go. As his hot piss soaked his jeans from his ankles to his belt
buckle, Jim thought he had never encountered sensations - beyond sex
itself - as glorious as the warmth flowing around his cock, filling his
crotch and flowing down his legs. By the time he neared the end, his
growing erection choked off the flow. He got back, saying to Debbie,
'Satisfied?' She nodded and said, 'Baby, we've got to get out of here. I
can't wait much longer.'
In fact when they got to Jim's house, they never made it in the door. As
soon as they had parked, Jim pulled her to him, kissed her firmly and
unzipped her fly. As he started to rub her pussy through her sopping
panties, paying particular attention to her rather prominent button, she
started masturbating him through his jeans. As he was about to come, she
broke their kiss and said, 'Baby, I have to piss again. Can I do it
here?' He nodded yes, and as her orgasm began, she flooded his hand with
pee. That touched off the most powerful orgasm he had ever had. As be
sat there, completely blown away, he wondered how things could get any
better.
Slowly they got out of the car and went inside, bringing in the
groceries and the now soaking spread. As he threw the spread in the
washer, he asked Debbie, 'Want a beer?' and winked. He opened beers for
both of them and started cooking up a mess of bacon and eggs while she
made a salad and a pot of coffee. Neither one could take their eyes off
the other as their soaked jeans were so exciting Jim finally said, as
dinner preparations were nearly complete, 'Do you want to throw your
jeans in with the spread, so that they'll be dry when you go home?'
Debbie said, 'Once I'm primed, so to speak, I have to go every half hour
or so. Why don't we do it one more time, after dinner? I just love the
feel of wet pants and of the way you look in yours. Since we've gone
this far, we might as well get all of our fantasies out there. I can't
think but you don't have some.'
For the sake of getting through dinner - or, really, supper - they
agreed to stick to more neutral topics. Jim had just finished law
school, and they talked about how different he was finding the classroom
from the real world. But as they talked, the tension increased, and it
was increasingly difficult to keep to the rules. And Debbie had begun to
fidget again. Finally, they were finished with dinner. Debbie got up and
poured coffee, while Jim dished each of them out a small bowl of ice
cream. After they wolfed down the ice cream, Debbie got up, coffee cup
in hand. She walked around to Jim and said, 'Push your chair back, Baby,
I can't hold back much longer. I want to try something new.' She set the
coffee cup down, straddled his chair, put his hands on her breasts,
wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately.
As Jim began to tweak Debbie's nipples, she humped her pussy against his
hard cock. She soon began to tremble, and, as her pee started to flow,
had an enormous climax. Debbie could hardly remember having come so
hard, and climax slowly subsided only when the wonderful hot flood of
piss around her pussy and buns finally stopped. Jim, on the bottom,
found the experience totally electrifying. Having someone piss in his
pants, so to speak, was as exciting as doing it himself. He was so
aroused and stimulated by Debbie's humping that he came nearly as soon
as her hot piss started to flow around his cock. As soon as his climax
subsided, he became aware of the urgent messages his bladder was
sending. 'Oh God, Baby, I'm about to explode,' he said, 'Give me a
little room.' As Debbie slid back on his thighs, he pulled out his
softening cock, letting go a hard stream of piss up her front. 'Wet
tee-shirt night,' he said, as the stream quickly rendered her white
tee-shirt almost transparent. For Debbie, this was new: full-dress
golden showers, so to speak. She loved it.
At this point, even more blown away, if possible, both stripped, and
while the washer was doing up their wet things, mopped up the kitchen
and did the dishes, all in the nude. As he watched her Jim couldn't keep
his eyes off Debbie's hairless pussy. It had been one of his long term
leches, and he always thought women looked better with hair only on
their heads. Later they retired to the bedroom and as Jim slid inside
Debbie's primed pussy, he thought the increased contact which the lack
of 'insulating' hair allowed made the whole business about the most
sensual experience he'd ever had in the missionary position. When it was
over, exhausted by both the fresh air and sunshine and their
extracurricular activities, they both fell into a deep and refreshing
sleep.
The next day, at Jim's request Debbie wore only a tee-shirt to
breakfast. As they sat around afterwards drinking coffee and talking
about the previous day's sexual revolution, they decided that their
experience very much was to be built upon. After several cups of coffee,
Debbie got up and said, 'I'll be back in a minute.' Jim said, 'Can I
watch? I've never actually seen a woman piss before.' Debbie blushed but
took him by the hand. When she started to sit on the toilet Jim said,
'Can you do it standing up? I can see better that way.' Debbie said,
'There's a reason why women sit. It'll go everywhere.' Jim said, 'Well,
stand in the tub then.' As soon as she got in the tub, she exhaled with
a sigh of relief and let go. She was right. It did pretty much go
everywhere. Jim said, 'Can you stop a minute?
Looking puzzled, she with difficulty did. He said, 'Try holding your
pussy open. I want to be able to see it come right out.' That turned out
to be just the ticket for producing a single hard stream. It was the
size of a pencil and came out with great force, for a surprising length
of time. She clearly had been full to the brim. By moving her pelvis,
she could even aim in a rough way, she discovered.
By the time she was finished, Jim was half hard. Debbie said, 'You drank
as much as I did. Can you piss through that thing when it's like that?'
Jim moved over to the tub and let go, a fine nearly horizontal stream.
Debbie grabbed his cock and started spraying patterns on the tub wall.
When he was finished, they cleaned each other up and Jim drove Debbie
home. She had a paper to write - she was a graduate student in sociology
- and Jim had some tax work to do for a client.
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