Pat has to pee
By Nick Zero

Pat and I have been friends for a long time. We've both been through divorces and marriages to others, but we've never seemed to be single at the same time. That didn't stop us from being good friends, drinking buddies, and occasionally hitting on each other. We've only ended up in the sack a few times over the years, and while we don't regret those times, we also don't pursue them. This story is about one of those times...

It was Pat's turn to be married, and I was single at the time. We'd gone out after work on Friday and were in no hurry to end the merriment, as her husband was out of town for a gambling weekend with his buddies, and I was enjoying the company. It was our third or fourth bar of the evening, and innumerable beers had been consumed. We'd been throwing darts, shooting pool, and playing a little pin ball, but the best part was just the conversation and laughs. We'd had enough beer that we were starting to get a little horny and the sexual tension had started to add a naughty edge to the chatter and jokes. As I've said, we've slept together, but don't usually make a point of planning for it, even pursuing it. Anyway, I was done with some of the beer and got up to take a pee.

"Where ya goin'?" She asked.
"Off to the beer recycling station. Wanna hold it for me?"
"Na, I think I'll stick with the cold stuff. Want another?"
"You bet, I never quit when it's your turn to buy. Be right back"

As I left, I saw her get the bartender's attention and order anther couple of long necks. She likes to drink her beer out of the bottle, and I love to watch her hold and drink from those bottles. Pat's a great looking lady. She's not drop-dead gorgeous, but she's got all the right stuff. Long, straight, strawberry blond hair. A sweet face with a ready smile, covered with freckles and a cute little nose. Long legs and firm ass that look great in tight jeans, and a pair of cute little titties that are also just covered with freckles. I was thinking about those freckles as I was taking my piss, and noticed I was starting to get a little stiff. "Better let that thought go down the drain with the piss fella," I thought to myself, "or you won't get it buttoned back into your 501's."

I managed to get buttoned back up and headed back out to the bar. When I got to our spot at the bar, I noticed that there were two full bottles of beer at my place.

"I took the liberty of ordering your next round as well," she said, I guess noticing the puzzled look on my face. And sure enough, the small pile of bills on the bar looked to be a few bills short.

"Thanks, Pat." I returned her smirk and pulled about half the bottle in a single swallow.

"I thought you'd want a few more, seeing as there's more room in your bladder now. My turn to go make room. I'll be right back." She said as she got up and headed towards the ladies room.

Watching that cute ass walk away, I could feel my jeans getting a little tight. And I surprised myself by thinking of her sitting on the toilet, with those long legs spread just a little, and her piss spewing forth from her strawberry blond thatch of hair. I've been between those legs before, and know how beautiful that pussy is, but I've never thought about her pissing before. Never thought much about anyone pissing before, at least in a sexual framework. I'd heard about water sports, but never gave it much thought. Now here I was hiding my bulge under the bar thinking about Pat pissing. Then I thought about eating that pussy while it still had a little of that piss on it, and found that it didn't turn me off at all. In fact, it excited me all the more.

"Whatcha staring at?" she asked, startling me out of my daydream.
"Huh? Uh, nothing. Just lost in thought. Everything come out all right?"
"Cute. Yeah, just fine. Out with the old, in with the new" she said as she lifted her bottle, clinked mine and took a good sized swig.
"Shoot some pool?" I asked.
"Sure, get some quarters, I'll find a table." She slid a few dollars from her pile over to me, and pocketed the rest.
I got the quarters and we shot some pool, drank some more beer, and the next thing we knew it was last call.

"I got some more beer at the house if you're not done. Got some tequila too. You have any plans for tomorrow that a hangover would screw up?" She asked me in a way that made me think this might be one of those nights that lasts a little longer than it should.

"Nope. Just watching some football. Let's finish the game and these beers, and split."
"Forget the game, your gonna lose anyway, kill the beer and let's go. I'll drive, you can pick your truck up tomorrow."
"Good, cause it's not even here. We left it at the first bar we were in, remember? You've been chauffeur all night. So you gotta either take me there now, or take me there latter."

We drained our beers and headed for the door. It was not uncommon for one of us to drive throughout the evening, and since we live closer to each other than we do to town, it's been known to happen that one of our rides would stay at the bar all weekend. We live about 20 minutes out of town, at least 20 minutes the way she drives and at this time of night. We were about half way there when I noticed she was going a little faster than her usually break neck pace, and then I noticed her fidgeting a little in her seat.

"Gotta pee?" I asked.
"Yeah, pretty bad too. Guess I shoulda thoughta of that before we left. Oh well, I'll make it. I usually do."
"Usually?" I asked. You can guess where my thoughts were heading.
"Yeah. I have, on rare occasions, been very glad my seats were Scotchguarded when I bought this thing."

As we got closer to her house, she got more and more active in her wiggling. Her hand was between her legs and pressing on her crotch. But she had to remove it every so often to shift, and her legs had to participate in the driving too, working the clutch, break and gas, so they couldn't stay crossed all the time.

"I could put my hands between your legs if that would help any" I offered with feigned gallantry.
"Look, Nick, this isn't funny at this point. I'm really embarrassed about this, and it'll be bad enough if you see me piss myself, without me knowing I pissed on your hand."
Thinking that there were worse things that could happen, the next time she had to take her hand out of her crotch to shift, I put my in, and tried to push right where I thought she'd been pushing.

"Nick, I'm serious! I might piss on your hand!"
"If you do, you do. I'm pretty sure it will wash off. Anyway, if you're as worried about it as all that, maybe my hand being there will give you that extra bit of will power to stop it from happening."
"Fine. Right. Whatever. Just remember I warned you. Move to the left and up just a little and push steady. Yes. Good. Right there. OK, listen. Don't take this the wrong way, but could you undo my belt and loosen the top button on my jeans? NO WITH YOUR OTHER HAND! Don't take that hand away! I've found that if I loosen up my pants a little I can usually get another few minutes."

So there I was, one hand pressed against her pussy, and the other hand undoing her belt and pants. "There ya go. All loosened up."
"Aaaaahhhhhh. Thank you. You can take your hand away now."
"Do I have too?"
"Yes. " Pause. "Nick, I was going to try and get you to stay tonight. OK, I was not going to try to get you to leave. Whatever. Anyway, now I'm so embarrassed that the mood has passed. So as soon as I get home and pee, I'm going to take you home. I hope you're not too disappointed."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, and I guess I'm no more disappointed than any other night I don't get to have my way with you."
"Well good, then it's a feeling you're used too."
With the release of pressure, her humor had returned along with what we both knew was her good sense. And I wasn't really all that disappointed, as I said we've only gone beyond friendship a few times. But I was intrigued by the thoughts regarding her peeing that had risen in my mind. We chatted about nothing as we completed the drive to her house, and as we turned down her street she said, "I did promise you a beer."
"And tequila!"
"And tequila. So come on in. I'll haul you home in a few minutes."
As she pulled into her driveway she hit the garage door opener and pulled inside. She was opening the car door as she was pulling out the emergency brake and it looked to me like there was a little urgency to her movements. She sprinted towards the door and almost smashed herself against the wall as she pulled on the door and it refused to open.

"Damn! I must have locked it! Nick, get my purse. And hurry!" She began hopping and bending at the waist and pressing on her crotch. It looked funny to me, and as I was bringing her purse to her I was chuckling a little. "Oh sure, laugh asshole. Please give me my purse."
But a twisted thought crossed my mind, and I decided to tease her a little. After all, she was home so she wouldn't be embarrassed in front of anyone else, and my mind was starting to take a strange turn. "Say please." I told her.
"Please, asshole"
"Please, asshole, what?" I asked laughing.
"What are you laughing at? It's not funny. Do you see me laughing? Please, asshole, give me my fucking purse."
No, I didn't see her laughing. But I thought I might like to. So, instead of giving her her purse, I tickled her. "I think it is funny. Laugh a little, and you might see the humor in it too."

As I started to tickle her she started to pull away, and wiggle and dance. Then she started to punch at me, and call me names and then she froze. You bastard! Look what you made me do." And I looked and watched a large dark spot start to grow at the bottom of her open zipper. Then, in a flash, she lunged at me. Before I knew what hit me I was on my back on her garage floor and she was sitting on me. Just below my belt, and I could feel the warmth of her piss start to sink into my jeans as well. It was an interesting feeling. In fact, it was a great feeling. "There!" she said. "If I'm gonna have wet pants, so are you." And in the space of that simple sentence, she went from mad to laughing. As she giggled, I reached up and pulled her face down to mine to kiss it, but she started laughing too hard to do anything but hug her. When I had pulled her down, her bottom slipped lower so that her crotch was right on top of mine so I could now feel her warm piss soaking into my jeans and warming my cock up. And stiffening my cock up as well. I held her as she laughed, and pissed, and when she was done with pissing she seemed to be done laughing.

"I'm sorry. I guess I didn't really need to do that, but. why did you tickle me?"
"I don't know, I just got this evil thought that I'd like to see you pee in your jeans."
"Well, you did. Did you enjoy it?"
"Actually, yeah, I did. But I liked it even better when you pressed yourself against me. Can't you tell?"
"I thought a broom handle must have got between us when I tackled you." She said that with a straight face, but her eyes were locked on mine and I could see more than just humor there. As I returned her stare she lowered her face to mine and we started to kiss. As the kiss got started, gently at first, she started to move her hips against mine. I moved my hands down to her wet ass and as I grabbed a hold of those firm mounds the kiss got a lot less gentle. Her tongue was deep in my mouth, and her mouth was wide as it could get. Then she broke the kiss and went to my ears.

"All that.hot.wet.ah.wetness. Feels so.so.so.fucking GOOD!" She moaned in my ear. "It's so weird! It's nasty. I peed my pants and now I'm kissing a guy in my wet pants. In fact, I peed his pants to." She paused, thought, and continued. "Nick, I peed your pants. And your hands are on my ass, and I can feel how wet I must be. Am I wet? Does this feel good for you? God, this is sooooo weird. Nick, this is soooo GOOD!"

I knew she liked to talk, and be talked to, while making out. This was a good sign. I still wasn't sure where this was going, but I liked where it was at for sure. "Yeah, baby. It's wet all right. And warm. I love to feel your ass, but I never knew how much I'd like the way it feels in wet denim. Can you feel my cock? It got so hard when you started pissing on me. Pat, I never knew this kind of thing was so sexy."
"We should get in the house. It's cold out here and we won't stay warm for long."
"I don't want to let you off of me. I don't want to let go of that sweet ass of yours."
"Come on. Let's go inside. You're staying the night at this point. I'm so horny I'd be half this wet if I hadn't pissed myself. Come on."

"OK." Slowly we got up, found her purse and made our way inside. My hands were all over her wet bottom and pussy. I tried to slide my hand down her open pants, but she said not yet. She did her share of groping my wet pants as well. Once inside the door, which led to the kitchen, we embraced again and she opened the fridge and pulled out a couple of beers while we kissed.

"Here," she said. "Have a beer."
"Filing up for another round?" I asked jokingly.
"Maybe," she said, surprisingly wistfully.
We each took a hit from the beers, but we were both more interested in that kissing stuff. As we stood in the kitchen embraced and lip locked, I backed her up to the counter. When she had reached the counter I lifted her up to sit on it. Her legs locked around my back and I began to work on the buttons on her blouse. Once I got it open I pulled it from her jeans. The tails were wet and I rubbed them on her belly, and she moaned a little. She shrugged the shirt off her shoulders and pulled her arms from the sleeves. Then she undid the clasp of her bra. As her tits sprang free I rubbed the pee soaked shirt tails on her tits and listened to her moan. As the shirt tails cooled I could feel how hard her nipples were getting. I leaned her back and lowered my mouth to her left tit. As my warm mouth covered the cooling pee on her nipple she moaned pushed her hips hard against my body. I could taste the piss on her skin. It was salty, but in no way unpleasant. Different from sweat, which I love to suck from a woman's neck after I get her hot from making love. I moved to the other cooling tit and got an even louder moan. Her head was back and her hips were forward and she was feeling very, very good. I decided to press my luck a little. I began to move my mouth down her body. Licking her skin as I went. When I got to her navel I spent a little time as a small puddle of piss had built up, and I took my time to enjoy it. When I began to move below that she grabbed my head and pulled me up. I figured I had gotten as far as I was getting in the current state of affairs and resigned myself to a good fuck after a shower. I was surprised when instead of telling me no, she pulled my mouth to hers and licked every tooth in my mouth.

"I had to see how it tastes. It feels so damn good. Would you really eat me while I'm covered in piss?"
"In fact, I want to suck your pussy through your pants before you take them off." And with that I was back between her legs sucking on the wet denim and trying to find her clit through the open jeans and soaking panties. She lifted her ass off the counter and pulled the jeans down, but left the panties behind. Since I knew that had to be harder than pulling them both off at the same time, I figured she wanted the panties left on. That was fine by me, and I resumed sucking her pussy thought the yellow stained cotton crotch of her Hanes panties. She had her hands on my head, in her snatch, then on her tits pinching those hard little nipples. As she bucked and squirmed and moaned I steadily devoured her soaking wet pussy. Wetter now from her juices, and my saliva, added to the previously deposited piss. Finally I needed more, so I pulled the crotch of the panties to one side and found her clit, which I attacked with my teeth and tongue. I also added a finger or two to her dripping slit and sent her over the edge. With her hands locked in my hair, pulling my face deeper into her crotch she came, then came again. After the second time she pulled my head back by the hair and began to lick my face.

"I want your cock," she said between licks. "I want to taste my piss in your pants, then on your cock." She hopped down from the counter and grabbed one of the beers. She drank the whole bottle in a single slug, and grinned at me, "For later" she said. Then fell to her knees.
Kneeling before me she began to suck my jeans, then identifying the outline of my cock through my pants began to bite and suck and press on my cock. In no time she had my pants around my ankles and my cock in her mouth. As I stepped out of my jeans, and then my jockey shorts, she picked up the shorts and rubbed them over my cock. Then she sucked on my cock. Then she rubbed the wet shorts on my cock again, then suck on my cock again. Pulling her up by her shoulders I got her to stand in front of me. I reached down and took her piss soaked panties and put them in my mouth, then pulled her to me and we kissed through the damp material. She was grinding her body against mine, and we were pulling each other as close as we could while we sucked her pee from the panties.

"Do you have to piss?" She finally broke free long enough to ask me.
"I can't pee when I'm this hard." I replied. "But I think there's plenty of used beer waiting for release. What did you have in mind?"
"I want to see you pee. I want to feel you pee. I want to taste your piss. I can't believe I'm saying this, maybe I'm drunker than I think, but this is the hottest sex I've had in ages. I'm going to suck your cock until you cum, then I want you to pee on me. OK?"
"OK? Is it OK if you suck my cock until I cum? You bet."
"I mean is it OK if I want you to pee on me? Is that getting too weird? The first time was an accident, but now I'm asking you to do it."
"Baby, this may be weird, but it's hot and wild too. I'll pee on you. Then I'll lick you clean. But since we've sorta stopped to take a breath, let's get a little more comfortable. My ass is getting cold, and if you want me to pee, I don't think the kitchen floor is the place."

"You're right. Let's go to the bathroom. The floor is tiled and OK to get wet, and we can turn the heat lamp on to make sure we stay warm while we're wet. Grab some more beers and meet me there."
"One more thing. I find your wet clothes sexy. Put on something I can pee on. A night gown or tee shirt or something."
She headed for her bedroom and I grabbed some more beers and headed for the master bath. I turned on the heat lamp and took off my wet shirt and the rest of my clothes and started to have a beer while waiting for her. I tried not to think about what was going on, to see if I could get soft enough to piss for her. It was going down pretty well until she came into the bathroom dressed in pink satin baby doll nighty that was short enough to show her pink pussy and reddish bush. I dropped to my knees, pulled her pussy to my face and began to dine. She pushed her hips forward and slowly lowered her pussy and my head to the floor. When she was sitting on my face, she leaned back and started stroking my hardened cock. Soon she turned around and we had our faces buried in each other's crotch. Mouths going, hands flying, rolling all over the floor. When she sensed I was getting close she made sure she was on top, and as I came she kept her mouth tightly fastened to my cock. When I was done, she sat up and turned around and smiled at me. Then slowly she let a little dribble of cum drip from her lips. She let it run down her chin, and drip on her chest. Soon the exposed tops of her tits had a gleam of cum, and it was marking the pink satin. When she'd emptied her mouth she said, "Now I want you to pee and wash off all this cum."

I looked at here face and saw the traces of cum still there and got an urge to kiss her. I tasted my cum in her mouth and on her face. I licked and sucked her face for a few moments then she pushed me away.
"Don't you get hard again! I want you to pee on me."
"Don't worry, you drained me pretty good. Let me get myself up here, and you get ready for a shower."
I stood up and she sat there on the floor looking up at me expectantly. I grabbed my flaccid cock and pointed it at her.
"You ready?" I asked. "Where do you want this?"
"All over me. Try to do it in spurts so I can decide what to do with it. Start with my tits"
So I did. The first squirt hit her right between the titties and I moved it left and right and hosed the cum off her breasts. After the first few seconds, she brought her hands up and started rubbing the pee around and squeezing her tits. Her nighty was getting soaked and I was thinking about sucking her nipples thought that wet material. Suddenly she leaned forward and opened her mouth and closed her eyes. She wanted me to pee right in her mouth! It was so exciting to see my piss filling up her mouth and running down her lips and chin. Then she swallowed to make more room and it filled it up again. In a flash she was on her back and spreading her pussy and fingering her clit.

"Piss here, piss here" she shouted. "Oh yeah, that's it. Piss right in my pussy, piss right on my clit. God, that feels so good." She had her eyes squeezed shut and her head rolled back and she was squeezing her nipples and licking her lips. I flicked a squirt up at her face and tried to pinch off the flow. As I got it stopped she said "Kneel down, get close and piss right on my clit. Let me feel how hard you can piss on my clit."

Kneeling between her legs I got my cock less than in inch from her clit and while she rubbed the sides of it, I focus the hardest steam of piss I could manage right on her button. She came, moaning and squealing, but trying hard not to move her pussy from the focus of my golden stream. After she'd cum, she noticed my flow was slowing as well, and sat up and took my cock in her mouth to suck up some more.

"Save me some. Save it in your mouth for me." I whispered to her.
When I was finished. She let my cock slip from her lips, and showing me she had her mouth full, pulled me down on her and rolled us both over. As my back hit the floor I noticed how much piss there was, and how warm the puddle was. She slowly let the first of the pee out of her mouth and into mine. As her mouth got a little more empty, she moved her lips to mine and when we kissed she opened her mouth and filled mine with my own urine. What a feeling it was. Our tongues were churning and some of the piss was leaking from between our lips. Saving what I could, I pushed her away from me, dove for her crotch. I fastened my mouth over her pussy and forced the last of my piss up into her pussy then pulled away a little and watched it leak back out. What a sight it was.

We rolled around in the piss on the floor, the heat lamp helping to keep it warm while we enjoyed the feel and taste of wet bodies. As promised I licked the piss and sperm from her chest. Sucked her nipples through the wet satin, then in their natural state. She sucked my cock and I ate her pussy and we tried to lick every inch of each others body as we would roll in the piss and re-wet places that had gotten dry. She managed to pee a little more for me, this time right in my mouth, and I held it for her to share in a kiss. I noticed goose bumps while I was licking her thighs and realized that we were getting cold.

"Let's dry off, a little at least, and get in a nice warm bed," I suggested.
"Yes, let's do that. I want to have your cock inside me, and I don't want my ass pressed against a cold tile floor while you're banging away."
So we retired to her bedroom for what I guess would be considered normal sex.
When I woke up the next morning, she'd already gotten up and I could smell the coffee coming from the kitchen. I had to pee and headed for the bathroom. I wasn't sure what we were going to do about what happened last night, so I tried to be as quiet as I could. As I started to let go I noticed her standing in the door, in a white terry cloth robe, staring at the dark gold morning flow. I tried to slow down a little, in case she wanted some, but she stuck a clear glass pitcher under my cock in and instant and collected all but the first few seconds worth.

"I might want this for latter," she said.
"You're certainly welcome to it. I didn't know how you would feel about last night so I tried to be quiet."
"I wasn't sure either, when I got up" she said. "Until I sat down to pee and found one hand on my clit and the other in the stream. I stopped as soon as I could and put the rest in a pitcher."

"I see. So, what now?"
"Now? Now we have some breakfast, then we'll see what comes up."
As I headed towards the kitchen I could smell bacon and eggs. At one place at the table there was a plate, a cup of coffee, and a glass and pitcher of what looked like, well, piss. She sat down at the other place and poured herself a glass from the pitcher she'd just filled up and I knew what the day had in store for me.

That day is another story. Want to hear it?

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