I had met Tina on-line inside a forum discussion on a pee site. We got to chatting via email on a regular basis, swapping stories of our naughty exploits and experiences. This soon gave way to pictures taken of ourselves relieving our bladders in naughty and daring locations. For my own part I loved pissing over pictures of gorgeous models lifted from a large variety of magazines available for the newsagents. On many an occasion Tina would receive a photo collection of my dick busily hosing down a collection of tabloid beauties; the various sheets of paper darkening as they absorbed my piss.
As for Tina, she was just, if not worse than me, for naughty toilets. From her stories and pictures I learned that there was not much that was safe from her pussy and squirting pee. One delicious story she wrote to me told of a day at the gym. After peeing in the pool whilst swimming she trod water whilst secretly moving her swimsuit away from her crotch. As soon as her pussy had a clear aim into the water of the pool she started to take a new piss, this time squirting her yellow juices directly into the water around her muff. After exiting the pool, she sat on the side a thick towel wrapped around her waist. This helped disguised the fact that once again she was busily having a wonderfully hot pee, this time relieving herself directly into her costume.
Back in the changing room she had squatted down over the tiled floor before taking a new, quick pee. Her golden shower had played over the tiles for several seconds before she ceased her pee long enough to stand up and position her muff up to the side of the cubicle. A long golden stream of urine had then started to wash down the wall as Tina took a piss all over it. Still half full of pee, she then moved to the wooden bench and parked her wide womanly bum cheeks down upon it. Within mere moments the wood was being subjected to a hot flowing jet of piss issuing out of her curly haired pussy triangle. Tina had been enjoying her naughty piss so much she decided to hold back some of her relief. After dressing in a large towel she stole through the changing rooms which were mainly unoccupied. After finding nobody in sight Tina had then treated a set of open lockers to a hot golden piss issuing out from her muff. After relieving herself in this manner she then went to find the toilet areas where she finished off her pee with a long piss into a conveniently low sink bowl.
As the months passed Tina treated me to more and more photos of her pussy spraying golden pee around her house. These photos were always from the waist down as were mine so even by this stage we had no idea what we looked like. Finally I took the plunge. One Saturday, after stripping off all my clothes, I placed my camera on auto and positioned it on a suitably high shelf. I then dashed over to the full length mirror where I aimed my dick at its surface and started to let go with a strong gushing flow of clear coloured piss. Within seconds my pee shower had reached it's reflection in the glass and two identical streams of piss started to run down the mirror to the waiting newspaper on the floor. The camera beeped in the background and I knew I had captured my first full length pissing portrait. Stopping my piss I dashed over to the camera and called up the image from its digital memory. More than satisfied with the result I quickly sent this off to Tina and waited for her to respond desperately wondering what she would think of me.
A day later and I found out that Tina had been delighted with my pissing photo and enclosed a return photo of her doing a similar sneaky pee. With a shaking hand on my computer mouse I clicked on the icon to open the image. What I saw was more than I could have possible hoped for. Tina had positioned her camera at one end of her bath and had positioned herself facing it whilst she had commenced to take a long golden piss shower into the tub. In short, Tina was gorgeous and straight away I was typing my response via email to arrange a meeting. I could barely believe my luck when she wrote back agreeing to my idea. Our first 'pee' date was going to take place in just over a week in a restaurant in the busy city of Reading which was a convenient location half way between both our homes.
The day arrived at last and I headed off down the busy M4 motorway as soon as I had finished work. Several hours later I was sitting alone in the bar of the chosen restaurant, nervously awaiting my email Pen pal. I had all but given up hope when suddenly the entrance door swung inward and in walked Tina. It took me a moment to recognise her in the flesh (and clothed) but then I was walking over with a big smile on my face. Tina was as nice in person as she was over the Internet and we soon hit it off with small talk at the bar. After a while (and lots of drinks) we were shown to our table where we chose our meals and proceeded to eat them whilst facing across the table from one another. At no stage up to this moment had either of us mentioned our secret hobby and the real reason for our meeting. Finally as our plates were taken away by the waiter, Tina finally plucked up the courage to broach the subject.
"Are you going to do yours here?" she asked in a whisper over the table.
Looking around at the almost deserted restaurant I simply nodded in reply.
"I'm ready when you are," she giggled back.
I could feel my hands shaking as I slid open my zip being extremely careful not to catch any pubic hairs in the process. I had purposely not worn any underwear for this encounter to make things a little easier. Slowly I slid my cock out of my pants allowing it to come out as far as possible. Then I returned my hands to the table. Picking up my water glass I took another mouthful whilst carefully surveying the large room. Nobody appeared to be taking any special interest in out table and all the waiters were a good distance away, busy with other orders.
"Ready?" I asked Tina across the table. My bladder was bursting at this stage.
"Go on. I can't wait" she giggled again.
Slowly I released the desperate urge in my bladder. Although the butterflies were dancing in my stomach I had no problem allowing my pee its release. I could feel my piss flowing through my body on its way to my pee hole situated at the end of my dick. Finally it happened! I felt the start of my piss stream erupting from my manhood. The feeling of relief was ecstasy but nothing compared to the deep thrill I was experiencing from relieving myself under the table whilst a gorgeous young woman watched on.
"Have you started?" Tina whispered excitedly across the table. Our table was situated against a tall partition than ran down the length of the restaurant. It had chairs for four and just before I had started to pee, Tina had quickly jumped into the adjacent chair. I said nothing in response to her question, too busy enjoying my piss to answer. Instead I nodded my head whilst still looking straight ahead. Under the wooden table surface I could feel my piss flowing strongly out of my cock. This was possible the best slash I had ever head!
Giggling Tina pushed a napkin off the table where it fell to the floor. Giving me a naughty smile she reached down to retrieve it. I knew full well that this was simply an excuse to check out what was happening under the table. A barely audible gasp came from the direction under the table and I guessed Tina was taking in the sight of my spraying dick. In answer I started to increase the pressure of my pissing, forcing my pee out harder and harder. Suddenly I realised that my piss stream was now raining down over the opposing chair as small droplets of piss bounced off the surface and shot upwards into my view. Tina said something but I couldn't hear her with her head still under the table. From the tone of her voice though, it sounded like she was appreciating my little show. The sheer sense of freedom being able to get out my dick and take a piss at the dinner table in a restaurant was mind blowing. Having Tina witness the whole thing was orgasmic!
The bouncing spray of piss landing on the opposing chair was diminishing now as my bladder neared empty. I managed one good last squirt before I was done. With fumbling hands I reached under the table to put away my dick. God! I was so excited.
