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?