We had a soft drink each, and just talked about this, that and the other, before she finally got round to something.
"I didn't really have a bladder problem, I just said I did and people were sorry for me. The truth is I've always liked peeing. I like peeing outdoors; I like peeing in my clothes. I never thought about peeing on someone till your friend told me you liked it, and it really got me going."
"I was mortified when I asked you and you said you didn't.
She stood up.
"I'm going to the bathroom now, but I'm going to keep my pants on. Would you like to see?"
Yes please!
She sat on the toilet, and concentrated then I could see the relief as a stain started to spread across her crotch. She smiled nervously at me. I don't know why, but it was hypnotic.
"Oh!" she said. "It's so much better to be watched!"
She stood up and took off her pissed clothes, putting them in a bag.
She looked adorable in just her top, with the dark wet fur of her pussy. I just had to reach for it, as she came closer, put her lips to mine and kissed me.
It was just so nice to rub. I didn't put a finger in. I didn't try for her clit. I was just a naïve eighteen-year-old with a first girlfriend. It felt nice and she liked it.
She stopped kissing, and closed her eyes as if she was concentrating, moved her head gently and started making little sounds. She was blushing and holding me tight. My cock was hard, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the pleasure I could feel in this marvellous being, as I stroked her.
I didn't entirely understand, but I guessed it was an orgasm as she reacted more strongly, then suddenly pushed me away, looking happy and panting a little.
Without thinking about it, I brought my hand to my mouth and licked it. There was an aroma and taste, a bit strange, but something I liked. Cunt and pee.
Her eyes widened, but she didn't say anything.
Looking at my straining crotch, she said "Why don't you drop your pants as well?"
I hurriedly did, and she took my cock in her hand.
"Oh, it's nice. Shall I stroke it?"
We had fucked but she had never held it before.
With a bit of guidance from me she took me all the way, opening her eyes and mouth wide when I shot my first jet. (But from the side -- she wasn't stupid.)
I went to clean myself up and we called it a night.
Sadly, that was just before the Christmas break so we went off to our respective homes, and I told Mum and Dad I had met a nice girl, but it was early days.
CHAPTER 2
I had been thinking over Christmas (and wanking), so when we finally got together I suggested she take her trousers off and stand in the shower, while I watched her pee her knickers. As the excess ran down her legs, I quickly put my hand there and licked it before she could stop me. Overcoming her weakening protest, I licked the piss from her thighs and she gave a little shudder.
Quickly putting a towel on the bed, she opened herself up, as I hastily put on a rubber. Then I fucked her and she came! I knew it was worth the taste of piss to give her an orgasm like this.
For our next adventure I brought a big black plastic bag (for rubbish) with my pillow in it and put it in the shower, partially over the rim. I had tried it with my own shower and it meant I could lie on my back without the rim digging in too much.
She was nervous but excited as I got her to stand over me, facing the back wall. She bent her knees and held her pussy lips apart, with two fingers leaning forward and resting on the wall a bit with her other hand. I looked up at the beautiful sight of her open cunt, gorgeous tits and smiling face.
She started to concentrate, and I closed my eyes and mouth.
It splattered but when she had got it centred on my face, I opened my mouth to feel the jet going inside. It was weird but nice. She had been drinking plenty of water so it didn't taste at all strong. I had to close my mouth to swallow almost immediately, but opened it again. The groaning sound from her made me blink my eyes open. She had her mouth open and her eyes nearly closed with pleasure, and I drank in the sight as I drank in her piss. She smiled a little to see me looking, and opened her eyes to look at me.
I could see the stream coming out of her pee-hole. A woman pissing. Such a simple, beautiful thing. There were now two of us obsessed with peeing. Hers, of course.
"I love you," she said as the stream petered out.
Grabbing a towel, she scampered into the other room and came back with a condom. She was trembling a little as she put it on my rock-hard cock, then tentatively lowered herself onto it. I had hardly begun to thrust in answer to her movements when she went into orgasm. I carried on furiously and as she relaxed a bit she started moving again until I came as well.
If it wasn't for the fact that the rim of the shower was starting to get annoying despite the pillow, I could have welcomed her into my arms.
So I had to say "Sorry, but could you get off?" and she climbed off.
I put the pillow outside the shower, and we both had a lovely shower together, though she wouldn't kiss my lips even after I had wiped them with shampoo.
We progressed.
Within the confines of the shower, she peed all over me in various directions at different times.
I don't want to give the impression that all we did was pee. We were a normal boy and girl getting to know each other, and with coursework to do in the evenings. We went out for a drink, a dance, a film, a social time with other students, and we stayed apart to finish work for a deadline. We talked, we kissed, we hugged, I groped, and we had sex. She had periods; I had a cold which I tried not to give to her but did. And we had sex two or three times a week, especially after she got onto the pill so we could give up condoms.
But once a week there was some piss play. That seemed the right amount for it to be special.
Eventually we decided that as it was only about a mug full, I could just as well sit or lie on the bathroom floor, and mop it up afterwards. She got some disposable cloths and floor wipes which she used the day before the cleaners came in, and discarded elsewhere.
I peed on her, but it didn't do anything for either of us.
In the Summer I visited her home and she visited mine to the delight of my parents and the acceptance of hers. We slept together with their blessing, but didn't really have the courage to do anything more than me putting my hand between her legs when she sat on the toilet sometimes, to take the stream.
In the second and third year we shared a flat in an old house with a big bath and shower above it.
That gave her the chance to increase her repertoire, peeing on me when I was clothed, and trying different clothing combinations herself. Mum had bought me some shirts which I never wore at university, so a shirt and tie looked formal and therefore even better. The shirts were easy to wash, but the tie had to be done by hand in the sink.
She was greatly amused by me holding my arse cheeks apart so she could piss on my bumhole! (Head resting on the trusty pillow in a bag.)
The university was not old, but the campus was on the site of a former grand house and estate. The house (Grade II* listed building 1752) and other buildings were there, but there was lots of modern student accommodation, and a park with woods open to the public. This gave us the opportunity for some outdoor pissing with people about, and with me standing guard.
It started with her simply going out in a skirt with no knickers and squatting to piss in the woods. Preferably with some people coming in our direction along a path but not quite getting round a bend to see her. Then in shorts peeing herself then covering up with a PVC skirt to get back to her room. (Visible in the distance to people in the park.)
It was good that I was watching, and better that there was nearly a chance of being seen by others.
Wearing a pleated skirt but no panties, she sat on a park bench so that it was lifted up at the back. She then peed so it dripped through the slats as we sat innocently there. The skirt wasn't always dry as we hurried back.
Using a similar technique but wearing knickers and not having a full bladder, she peed in a quiet corner of the library. I had a towel and wipes to clean the chair, and she went to the ladies to change her knickers.
Her favourite (so kept as a special treat) was to pee into my mouth, and we got quite good at it. Eventually there came a day when she said she needed a pee and I put my mouth firmly on her. She just relieved herself and I managed it all. The taste wasn't great, but the intimacy was, and her joy was best of all. At last, I was Peter the Loo! We didn't do it often, and it was only when she was first aware, not when bursting
My final year history project was about the social customs and commercial importance of urination in Elizabethan England. Ladies wore no underwear so peed standing up anywhere convenient, often in church where most had earthen floors. Periodically the earth was removed and processed to make saltpetre, an ingredient of gunpowder. Men peed in earthenware vessels on the street, and urine was collected from households to be used in various processes including laundry, dyeing, tanning leather and gunpowder. The best was that from a bishop's home, strong in nitrogen from their rich diet. I got a first-class mark!
We got our degrees and even got jobs (mine had nothing to do history, but I did work for the council department dealing with public toilets.)
Our wedding was in a nice hotel and she wore white. Afterwards she told me that she peed herself a little as she said the words "I do". Our bedroom had a large shower with plenty of room for both of us. She never used the toilet just for peeing while we were there.
It was on the honeymoon I took the step I had been thinking of, and licked her after I had come. I had nearly done it several times before but had chickened out. Now I actually managed to lick off my own sperms. It was gradually less of an effort with practice, but she was so touched and pleased that it became routine. I can often give her an orgasm that way, and she sometimes lets go a bit of pee.
