Pee/Golden Showers/Wetting

Someone would have to really make it worth my while to pee all over myself. There would have to be the promise of some extra-special sex.
 
I went on a date with a woman once and after the date she said she was desperate for a piss. Little did I know how desperate so was until we got to her door step and she piss herself right there.
I've had that a few times with the wife. She does not know about my kinks - so... While I avert my eyes which helps keep her embarrassment dialed back, my ears take in every nuance of sound...
 
Someone would have to really make it worth my while to pee all over myself. There would have to be the promise of some extra-special sex.
Little point in getting into the whole 'we've all done it as infants' cause that isn't really an argument. Well - okay - latching onto a full breast and suckling... another topic I know but come on!

But I do like the idea of providing a show of it for the titillation of a viewer, with the promise of some extra hot sex afterwards...
 
It rained the other day. Nothing unusual about that. It has rained quite a bit lately. What was unusual was that it hadn’t been forecast to rain.

I had gone over to my neighbour Agnes’s place to see if I could get her old ride-on mower going. Agnes is a widow and, like me, she’s in her mid-to-late 60s. I often go over and help her with bits and pieces around her small holding.

When it started to rain, Agnes said: ‘Damn. It’s starting to rain.’

‘It probably won’t last long,’ I told her.

‘I hope not,’ she said. ‘Whenever it starts to rain, I get the urge to pee.’

‘Cross your legs,’ I suggested. ‘This won’t last long. It’ll probably all be over in a few minutes.’ But the rain didn’t let up. It just got heavier.

‘I’m going to have to find a bucket,’ Agnes said.

I looked around the shed. There was an empty paint pail under the bench. ‘Here you go,’ I said. ‘Do I need to look the other way? Or can I watch?’

‘Watch? Do you want to watch?’ she said.

‘I wouldn’t say no,’ I told her.

Agnes looked at me with a stern expression, and then she said: ‘If you want to watch, you’ll need to take your cock out.’

‘Yeah, I could do that,’ I told her. ‘But I’m afraid it’s not as long as it once was. It seems to be shrinking with age.’

‘Then let’s see if we can get it to grow.’

‘What do you have in mind?’

‘Let’s see what happens when I pee on it,’ she said.

I took my trousers off and held my cock over the paint pail. Then Agnes let fly with a pretty good stream of hot pee. And by time she had finished, my cock had grown quite a bit.
 
It rained the other day. Nothing unusual about that. It has rained quite a bit lately. What was unusual was that it hadn’t been forecast to rain.

I had gone over to my neighbour Agnes’s place to see if I could get her old ride-on mower going. Agnes is a widow and, like me, she’s in her mid-to-late 60s. I often go over and help her with bits and pieces around her small holding.

When it started to rain, Agnes said: ‘Damn. It’s starting to rain.’

‘It probably won’t last long,’ I told her.

‘I hope not,’ she said. ‘Whenever it starts to rain, I get the urge to pee.’

‘Cross your legs,’ I suggested. ‘This won’t last long. It’ll probably all be over in a few minutes.’ But the rain didn’t let up. It just got heavier.

‘I’m going to have to find a bucket,’ Agnes said.

I looked around the shed. There was an empty paint pail under the bench. ‘Here you go,’ I said. ‘Do I need to look the other way? Or can I watch?’

‘Watch? Do you want to watch?’ she said.

‘I wouldn’t say no,’ I told her.

Agnes looked at me with a stern expression, and then she said: ‘If you want to watch, you’ll need to take your cock out.’

‘Yeah, I could do that,’ I told her. ‘But I’m afraid it’s not as long as it once was. It seems to be shrinking with age.’

‘Then let’s see if we can get it to grow.’

‘What do you have in mind?’

‘Let’s see what happens when I pee on it,’ she said.

I took my trousers off and held my cock over the paint pail. Then Agnes let fly with a pretty good stream of hot pee. And by time she had finished, my cock had grown quite a bit.
Does Agnes need another friend? Fuck but that's hot!!
 
I think a lot of us both women and men here have had to take a pee somewhere out in public, whether side of road, in the woods or a park behind some bushes.
Back in my early 20s, my then girlfriend and I used to hang out with a group who, about once a month, used to head off to an out-of-town pub. On the way home again, we almost inevitably ended up stopping at the same spot on a side road for a pee.

The guys peed up against a stone wall. The girls slipped behind some bushes where they could discreetly squat. All except Penny. Penny took her place standing at the wall with the guys. Had it been a contest, Penny would have won hands down.
 
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Back in my early 20s, my then girlfriend and I used to hang out with a group who, about once a month, used to head off to an out-of-town pub. On the way home again, we almost inevitably ended up stopping at the same spot on a side road for a pee.

The guys peed up against a stone wall. The girls slipped behind some bushes where they could discreetly squat. All except Penny. Penny took her place standing at the wall with the guys. Had it been a contest, Penny would have won hands down.
I was in a more than packed bar. Long ladies line to pee. This chick cut in the guys line and bent over and peed like a cat. Pretty much sprayed the wall. Stood up and straightened her skirt and walked out. I asked her to do it again.
 
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