I love water sports; the thought of pee never fails to give me a hard-on. I love to fantasize about urine, read pee stories and watch videos. However I had never had a real life encounter until this fall, when amazing luck brought an attractive young woman to my door.
I wish I could say I was doing something manly or at least interesting at the time, like working on an old car, weightlifting in my basement or even rocking out on an electric guitar. But when my doorbell rang, that windy fall day, I was sitting on my couch flipping channels in a semi-comatose state. How surprised I was when I saw a strange young woman with a schnauzer-like dog at my doorstep. I half expected her to pull out a clipboard and petition me for something, and then I would have to politely refuse and wish her a good evening. In stead she squirmed on the spot and with an adorable embarrassed look asked if she could use my washroom.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but I was walking my dog and am quite far from home, but I need to go to the washroom, really badly. I don’t think I could make it in time.” She said while fidgeting with the leash.
She had come to the right house; I was already becoming aroused at the sight of her just bursting to go. I couldn’t leave this poor brunette to lose it on the way home, and have her sweet urine stain her dark blue jeans even darker as it ran down into her suede boots, clutching at her wet crotch while holding the leash, each step bringing a fresh squirt… but that little fantasy would be saved for later. Right now I just smiled and offered her the use of my washroom, while wishing I had cameras installed in it. She proceeded to tie up her dog to the iron railings I had around my front steps clearly in discomfort from holding her bladder so long. Her gloves made the effort clumsy and she bounced a little as she bent down to knot the leash. I was about to offer to hold her dog for her before she finally stood up clenching her thighs tight shut.
I showed her in and briskly led her down the hall to where the bathroom was. I was planning how I would press my ear to the door and listen to her relief, the hiss of her urine rushing from her lips and the tinkle of it hitting the toilet water. How I wanted to be under her, playing in it, bathing in it, tasting it. I held the door open and gestured inside and to my dumb amazement she rushed right in and proceeded to urgently drop her pants. Maybe she expected me to shut the door and leave her to her potty, however; even if I had wanted to, I was too enthralled to do anything but stare, probably with my mouth open. As I watched from the doorway she nearly ripped the dome of her jeans apart and with unnatural speed yanked her pants to her ankles. She slammed her bottom onto the seat with her legs spread apart. I saw her from the side so I couldn’t get a good look at her pussy like I wanted to. With a deep exhale she relaxed her bowels played a symphony in the toilet bowl. Her breathes of relief, the hiss of her pee-hole and the forceful noise of her pee. She probably pissed for several minutes; I could have listened for an hour though. I was sure she would notice me staring and ask me to leave, but she just tilted her head back and enjoyed her sweet relief. After the last trickle sounded in the bowl, she performed the usual wipe and flush, stood up, and in a more leisurely fashion pulled up her panties, then her pants. I was still awestruck as she straightened her coat and walked out of the bathroom and passed me. By now I was hard and straining at my pants as I followed her down the hall to my front door. She stepped outside, began to untie her dog and thanked me twice.
“I appreciate you letting me use your washroom,” she said. “I can’t just lift my leg on a tree like Homer here.”
She didn’t seem bothered at all about her performance, completely nonchalant about my peeking. Me, I was completely horny at having seen her bare bum and hearing her piss. I said something like ‘no problem’ while imagining her spraying her urine on lampposts and trees. And as soon as she had come she was gone, walking down the sidewalk with Homer beside her. I shut the door and went to the kitchen to wank off, I knew I would get plenty of enjoyment over fantasizing about her. And to think I didn’t even get her name.