Walks with ‘Aunty’
I have always been fascinated by women peeing even from an early age and this preoccupation has transported me in adulthood into a rich world of beautiful women and their urine. It all started in my childhood; my mother was widowed along with her friend, when I was young in a tragic double accident. Mother’s friend was called ‘Aunt Lauren’ and she used to look after me from time to time whilst mother worked. Lauren was great fun and very affectionate, she was tall, pretty and statuesque with dark wavy hair. We used to go for walks around the country lanes and through fields and woods, sometimes taking a picnic. It was an idyllic time in the late fifties. Almost inevitably she or I would need to pee. When I was very young she would take me with her into some convenient cover, hoist up her long skirt and, easing down her knickers, would squat and release her stream of urine onto the grass. This was often accompanied by some hilarity as she accidentally wet her shoes or someone appeared to take us by surprise. As I got older, this became a fascination and I felt myself willing her to need a pee. I became an expert at nonchalance, pretending that it was all just a matter of course but at the same time manoeuvring to catch a glimpse of her ivory buttocks or thighs with her suspenders. To see the stream, or sometimes a ribbon of her steaming pee which hissed from between her thighs spattering on the leaves or grass below was erotic, even to my young mind. As I entered my early teens I was dispatched to keep a look out but she was always in my view to varying degrees without her knowing. As I needed less in the way of child care, our walks together became a matter of mutual pleasure and conversation but for me, the pleasure was less about the countryside and more and more about seeing Aunt Lauren. By this time I was sixteen she was in her late thirties, still unmarried and to me unbearably gorgeous. She had become somewhat ‘hippyfied’ as was the fashion in the sixties and her hair was long, dark and tousled and she still wore those long skirts.
One day we stopped for a picnic in the woods and afterwards Lauren announced that she needed to pee and disappeared into the wood, leaving me to keep a lookout. She had chosen a large tree just 10yards away and I carefully sneaked to one side to see the unforgettable sight of her round buttocks hovering and a strong stream of her urine emerging from the dark cleft between, spattering onto the dead leaves below. She carefully wiped and dropped the tissue from between her legs. I was mesmerised and wished that I was an insect beneath her warm pussy being drowned in her delicious hot pee. I thought quickly as we walked on along the path: “I think I need to go too, I’ll catch you up” I said. I disappeared into the wood and then cut back racing to find the ‘sacred’ spot behind the tree where Lauren had urinated. Fortunately the weather had been very dry and there was the soaking patch with drops of pee on some of the dead leaves. I found a leaf and picked it up in wonder tipping the drop of nectar onto my tongue. It was electrifying, the slightly salty, bitter taste instantly hooking me into a lifetime of wanting more. I picked up the tissue and the thought of where it had touched made me rock hard. I ran it over my nose hoping for a scent of Lauren’s womanhood. I pressed the tissue into the leaves and managed to soak up a few more precious drops which I squeezed onto my tongue. Our walks became fewer and fewer but I managed three or four times in the next two years to get a surreptitious ‘taste’ of ‘Aunt’ Lauren.
Not long after my eighteenth birthday I called round to meet Lauren at her house. I had had few girlfriends and only fumbling sex. Lauren was the focus of my fantasies but I knew that it was only ever going to be that. Lauren had passed forty and had had a few failed relationships. Before departing on our walk, I excused myself and went up to her bathroom. I imagined the number of times her wonderful bottom had sat on the toilet seat and ruefully thought of the gallons of wasted pee that had ensued. I noticed her linen basket and eased off the lid. Her cream silky panties lay on the top and I pulled them out to my face, pressing the crotch to my nose and inhaling her wonderful scent. Suddenly Lauren appeared at the door. “What on earth are you doing?” she screamed. “I was only…..” she cut me off and shouted again. I tried to rush past her but she caught my arm. I broke down and sobbed like a girl. Lauren escorted me downstairs and I sat with my face buried in my hands. She softened and spoke gently. “I know what you’ve been up to ‘cos I followed you into the wood last time and saw you with my puddle. We need to sort this out and talk about it.” In the next ten minutes it all came out with her sympathetic coaxing and Lauren, to my shame knew about all my fantasies. She seemed understanding and faintly amused.
I returned home in despair. A few days later she telephoned and I asked her if I was forgiven. “Of course” she said “but things will never be the same. By the way, we didn’t get our walk you’d better come round tomorrow; the weather looks fine.”
I went round to the cottage the next day feeling very anxious. Lauren greeted me with a big hug and a smile as usual and chatted away as if nothing had happened. We packed the picnic ready and before we left I noticed that she filled a huge glass of water and gulped it down.
Lauren looked stunning to me. With age her hips had widened somewhat, but she still had a wonderful figure and her long dark hair spread out in ringlets over her shoulders. Her dark eyes shone as she chatted and laughed. On this particular day she wore her long skirt instead of the jeans she had taken to wearing. Our walking routes varied but this time we ended up close to the tree which started my fantasies. I was amazed how normal things seemed, as if Lauren had never known what was going on in my mind. At the end of the picnic, Lauren got up and without a word disappeared behind the tree. I ached at the thought of what was happening but looked the other way. Suddenly Lauren reappeared laughing. “Were you trying to sneak a look at me peeing?” “No!” I protested. “Honestly, I’m sorry I’ve learned my lesson!” “Well I don’t think you have,” she said. “In fact you’ve got a lot to learn.” She gathered all the things and took me by the hand into the wood, past the large tree and deeper until we reached a secluded glade. She spread the blanket and told me to take off my shirt and lie down. “Lie perfectly still.” She smiled and slowly stood astride my head. I looked up towards her silk-covered crotch with the skirt billowing around my face. She hoisted her skirt to the waist and, bending her legs pulled her panties down to her knees. Her pussy descended towards my face and hovered within inches of my mouth. I caught a whiff of Lauren’s incredible musk and gazed at the amazing view of her dark hairy vulva with two brownish-pink lips protruding. “Now you are going to be like one of those insects in the grass but this time you will taste my pee warm and nice and fresh. Open your mouth.” I was mesmerised and speechless but obeyed. Her thighs parted and her knees strained against her panties to open wider. The brown lips parted to reveal her pink gash and a thin dribble of her urine, followed by a squirt splashed into my mouth. With my mouth full, I swallowed. The taste to me was unforgettable and I was to be reminded of it many times in my future life. Lauren stood up, pulling up her knickers and straightening her skirt. I lay there stunned and embarrassed because of the huge bulge on my jeans. “Oh dear, she said, we’d better do some thing about that too!” She knelt beside me and gently released my belt and zip revealing all. She stroked the tip of my penis, running her hand down the shaft. I felt her other hand massaging my balls. I felt I wanted to explode and nearly did but she squeezed my glans expertly preventing me from coming. I fumbled to try to stroke her bottom and breasts. She stood up again. “Now you really are going to learn your lesson. We’re going to cure you of this once and for all. And, by the way I’m really bursting for a pee right now!” She reached up inside her skirt and removed her panties. This time she stood astride me facing my feet. I looked up at her beautiful creamy buttocks and black cleft of incredible pubic hair. She hoisted her skirt and squatted onto my open mouth putting most of the weight of her body onto my face. I opened my mouth so wide I felt my jaw might break. I was totally overwhelmed by this beautiful woman, her scent and the taste of her pussy. I thrust my tongue inside her. “Its coming” she sighed. A warm, slightly salty/bitter stream of urine hit my tongue and quickly filled my mouth. My lips clamped around her vulva and I was determined not to spill a drop. The stream soon became a deluge and I could hear the hiss that only a woman’s pee makes as it ribbons out of her urethra amplified inside my head. I gulped and gulped, feeling my stomach fill with her precious nectar. Suddenly she stopped and raised herself so that she was kneeling astride me and then offered her pink gash back onto my face. I worked my tongue around her slit and what I later learned to be the clitoris. Lauren began to take control and worked herself up and down and around grinding onto my aching tongue for what seemed an eternity until she gave a moan and pushed down so hard onto my face I thought I would suffocate. She raised her bum to give me a clear view of her and then began to stroke my aching cock. Her skills showed and I started to become frantic. She pressed her soaking vulva back onto my mouth and I felt another stream enter my mouth as she pushed down firmly. She relaxed again and then forced herself down again. As she did so she pulled and gripped firmly on my shaft to expose the bloated head of my cock. I felt the warm wetness of her mouth envelope the end just as she finally emptied her bladder down my throat for the final time. I exploded and nearly collapsed.
Afterwards Lauren swore me to secrecy and we returned. Our walks stopped from that day but I was invited round for a ‘drink’ a few times in the comfort of her house, on the bed covered with a plastic sheet and towels but I prided myself in always taking her full bladder into my stomach except for a few times when her urination was particularly fierce. She would always drink plenty beforehand as I’m not a fan of the ’dark stuff’ and she knew how much I liked her musk so late afternoons were a good time as she’d worn her panties all day and never wiped. I was never allowed to fuck her but she stripped totally naked for me and let me caress her body. She loved cunnilingus and taught me a lot, always making me happy with her hand and soft mouth. Aunt Lauren eventually found someone her own age and moved away but I’ll always be grateful for the lessons she taught me.