This is a story about female peeing and masturbation. If that's not your thing, please do not read further.
If it is your thing, continue on! I hope you enjoy this installment of the "Piss Practice" saga.
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I had gotten to the point where piss practice was no longer coordinated specifically around my showers. Of course, it was easier when I did it before or during my shower since I didn't have to do clean up afterwards. If I was actually taking a shower and needed to go, I'd sometimes allow myself some really wild squirts, enjoying the freedom.
But now, piss practice didn't always involve a shower. Sometimes, when my bladder felt especially full, I'd get a little practice in if time allowed for it. Piss practice wasn't just a once-a-day event anymore. It did, however, usually happen in the tub still.
I had allowed myself to piss in the sink a few times--a bizarrely erotic experience--but that always had inevitably more clean-up afterwards. I'd come to realize there were three basic positions I could do in the sink, all with their pros and cons. I could climb fully onto the counter, on my knees, straddling the sink; the first method I tried. It was one of the hottest, and the most close-up views I could get. But I always had to wipe down the faucet, and sometimes the counter afterward, and it really hurt my knees for any extended period of time. The second method was sitting on the counter, facing the sink from the side. It was the least graphic but also the least messy way to do a sink pee. The third position was the messiest, but most dramatic way to piss I had tried yet. Standing in front of the sink, I'd attempted to arc my pee into the basin. It definitely required counter and floor clean up afterwards though, so I'd only tried it once.
There was no denying anymore that I was enjoying piss practice a little too much. It almost always involved a quick--or not so quick--masturbation session. Sometimes I could wait until I was done peeing, but more often than not, I rubbed myself while I pissed.
I'd downed a couple big glasses of water and was sitting in my living room, looking forward to my next pee. It was going to be a big one. I hadn't decided what position to try today. I didn't feel like doing a sink piss. Usually, I'd hop in the tub, standing at one end facing the shower, and aim my pee at the drain. It was pretty good for target practice.
I slipped my hand into my pants and rubbed my clit through my panties while I imagined all the ways I'd tried pissing so far. Needing more stimulation, I went under my panties. Running my finger along my slit, I could feel my wetness growing and started to tease my nub. Distracted by pleasure, it took me a minute to notice my bladder was now feeling full. I kept rubbing myself, not quite ready to get up yet.
Finally, when I was so full I was squirming, I ran to the bathroom. I tore off my pants and socks as soon as the door had closed behind me. My bladder had quickly gone from full to ready to burst. I moved the bathmat out of the way and readied myself. I was confident I was going to have a powerful flow and I hoped that meant less risk of getting it on my legs and the floor. I faced the tub, getting close to it and standing with my feet shoulder width apart. I bent my knees a bit so they were kind of pressed against the edge of the tub and tipped my pelvis up. I spread my lips carefully.
"Shit," I muttered as a little pee leaked out and trickled down my leg before I was ready. I had to start soon, or my body wouldn't leave me a choice in the matter.
I pushed hard, compensating for my leak, harder than was necessary. I hurriedly used one hand to spread my lips as it began, but I didn't have time to get a good aim. I blasted piss with enough force to hit the shower wall and make a loud noise as it rained down into the tub. I'd shocked myself into stopping. I looked down at my pussy, adjusting my fingers slightly to keep myself symmetrical. It made my clit stick out too. It was really protruding since I'd been playing with it.
I started my flow again, this time, not pushing it as forcefully. Even so, it spurted almost straight in the air. I knew I should regain control, but I was kind of enjoying seeing it shoot up. It was hitting the shower wall at about the same height I was tall. I watched it for a few seconds, impressing myself with my stream before cutting it off.