This story is about pee. Peeing on, in, and all around three people who have come to enjoy it fully. If this subject disturbs you, I suggest that you find another story to read. If it excites you and you are an adventurous sort, then please read on, and add a comment at the end.
It never ever occurred to me that it could be fun, or sensuous, or sexy. It was only something nasty, dirty, and stinky. Why would anyone want to piss on someone, or be pissed on? That's what I was thinking when I ran across a water sports section on a porn website. Of course there was more than just pissing in the pics, plenty of cock sucking, pussy licking and sperm swallowing, so it kept my deviant mind's attention long enough for me to read a blurb at the bottom, about how urine is actually 99.9% sterile unless a person has some kind of liver or kidney infection. "Hmmmm, really?" I thought. "What about the smell?" Reading further, I discovered (if indeed I believed what was posted) that the smell is mostly from the protein that's in the urine rapidly decaying. Diluting it by rinsing away with plain water is sufficient to halt that. "Makes sense to me, after all, that's all we rinse it down with in the toilet."
I didn't give it much more thought. That is, until I met Sheila. Ah, Sheila. Sexy, sultry Sheila. To me, her name and her demeanor likened her to a raven haired beauty, but she was blonde, a gorgeous Swedish blonde.
I met her at my 20 year high school reunion. She was, of all things, the date of my graduating class's prom QUEEN. Go figure! Her long blonde hair was a perfect match to startlingly blue eyes, the color that people pay to get via contact lenses. Those eyes alone were enough to captivate even the most jaded man (or woman). High cheekbones along with a straight, almost Grecian nose rounded out this woman's stark beauty. I was thinking that she was put together with all the best parts of many ethnic backgrounds, and when she spoke her accent tipped me off to her nationality. Her English was perfect, although tinted with a slightly Swedish 'color'. That along with her natural grace and beauty painted a stunning figure.
I think Sandy, our former prom queen, noticed me checking Sheila out. Sandy and I had been 'just friends' in school, sharing our homeroom throughout the four years of high school. We never dated, but spent some time together in study groups. I would never have suspected in a million years that she would wind up on the other side of the fence, but I was about to find out. When she noticed me eyeing her girlfriend, she walked over, took my hand and led me over to her.
"Rick, this is my girlfriend Sheila" she started. "We're a couple, if you know what I mean" she smiled. Struggling to keep the incredulity from my face and voice, I took her proffered hand and lightly kissed it.
"Pleased to meet you Sheila" was all I could get out without stammering, our eyes meeting as she smiled down at me. Yep, she smiled down at me. She was about my height, but her stiletto heels put her eyes a good three inches above mine. There was a glimmer in there, she knew that I was working to hold my reaction at bay, and she was enjoying it.
"It is nice to meet you as well" came her perfect English reply. "Sandy hasn't introduced me to many of her old friends, you must be someone special."
"I don't know about that, but I'm honored to be one of the few" I returned. "We had some good times together in classes."
"Well maybe now that we're together here, we can all have more good times" she offered.
I glanced over at Sandy and replied that I would really enjoy that. Sandy's face remained expressionless, but at least there was no dismay in her eyes.
Those two ladies made quite a couple. Sandy was about two inches shorter than Sheila, but looked even smaller because she had elected to wear a lower heel. Her body hadn't changed much in twenty years, at least not that I could see. I couldn't help thinking that I would love to see it with a lot less clothing. Shoulder length light brown hair encompassed her pretty face, while her green eyes and full lips invited you in for a closer look. She was very pretty, and it was sometimes difficult not to stare at her, drinking in those lovely features. She must have been used to it though, never making me feel like I was invading her space with my appreciation.
As the evening wore on I renewed old acquaintances and enjoyed memories of the past, as would be expected at a twenty year reunion, but I kept gravitating back to Sheila and Sandy. Much to my delight, I noticed the blonde haired beauty eyeing me every now and then as well. I had the feeling that she was interested in me, and I surely was in her.
"Hmmm" I thought to myself, "maybe she goes both ways and is out for adventure. I wonder how I can get her away from Sandy for a few hours."
Deciding to start by dancing with Sandy, I mingled my way over in their direction. When I noticed a lull in their conversation, I asked Sandy if she'd like to dance. She accepted with a smile, and as we walked toward the dance floor, she reached out and put her hand in mine. I was a bit surprised, but took her hand and led her to the floor. We enjoyed a fast dance together, her body writhing sexily to a classic rock song, and I found myself getting a little hot under the collar, not to mention firmer below the belt. I had to be careful not to show as I became more and more turned on by her sexy moves.
I thought I was in the clear when the song ended, but the band immediately segued to a slow number, and before I could retreat she took my hand and pulled our bodies together, smiling up into my eyes as she pushed closer to me.
"I can feel that you liked my dancing Rick" she observed.
"Um, I sure did Sandy. I'm enjoying this one too, as you can tell. It's hard, err, difficult to stop that reaction when such a beautiful lady dances so sensuously and so close to me."
"Don't worry Rick, I won't tell anyone" she smiled. I'm flattered that I got that positive reaction from you."
"But I thought..."