Emma woke from a beautiful dream about peeing in a swimming pool with a bunch of her friends. They had all been nude, sat side by side with their wide naked bum cheeks resting on the cold slabs that formed the flooring around the pool's edge. There were five of them in total. Emma's was at the far right with her best friend Lindsey to her immediate left. Taller than Emma, the twenty-one year old had long straight strands of midnight black hair which down to her bare shoulders. Her breasts were smaller than the full roundness of Emma's boobs, but were beautifully proportioned to the girl's slim and seductive figure. Between Lindsey's legs and from the base of her black haired pubic triangle had been squirting a long golden stream of twisting piss, spraying over the pool's edge and splattering down into the water below. From Emma's own semi-shaved pussy triangle was shooting a similar stream of hot pee; squirting from her lower lips as she relived herself into the swimming pool water.
Emma had been conscious of the other girls in the line starting to pee as well, the collective sounds of their urine showers increasing in volume as they all joined in. She had really been enjoying the sensation of urinating with her pals in such a naughty location when suddenly a warm wetness coming from her left leg grabbed her intention. In her dream Emma had stared down in belief to see Lindsey's golden piss fountain now impossibly squirting over the girl's left leg and pattering down on her leg!
Now awake but still muddled from her dreamlike state, Emma was still aware of the warm wet sensation running over her leg. Groggily she sat up in bed. The room was illuminated by a soft moonlight glow streaming in through the window blinds. Still unsure of self, her waking mind still sorting out the where and when of her current location, Emma pulled back the bed sheets and stared in horror at the sight below.
Her boyfriend, Mark, who was still snoring away in his alcoholic fuelled slumber, was clutching his long limp member in one hand, waving in slightly around in the gap in the bed sheets that had been formed between their sleeping bodies. What had shocked Emma was the sight of the golden pee escaping the slit at the end of Mark's dick and which was now landing on her left leg. In revulsion at the sight of her boyfriend peeing all over her bare skin, Emma fumbled to escape the remaining bed covers that covered her naked body. Landing heavily she dropped to the thick bedroom carpet. By now her mind had woken enough to remind her that she was still on holiday in the fishing village of Looe; a town that seemed more aptly named by the minute.