It was the end of July when I waved Natasha and the band away as the minibus pulled out of my narrow driveway. They had a week booked in Edinburgh to record their new album at the studios and then three days on location in Leeds and then the Peak District to film two music videos. It was a packed schedule for them, and my girlfriend had arranged with Bohdana to visit London with a couple of friends while she was absent. The women had conversed secretively over the previous weeks as they discussed the trip, and I guessed sordid discussions had occurred. "If they want, play and explore," my lover demanded of me before she left, before adding. "For fucks sake, you're only young once! Boh said you'd love her friend. And she's single."
I scoffed, and I didn't really expect much to happen. I wasn't certain if I wanted it to, especially since I was over ten years Bohdana's senior and it felt like I would be preying on a young woman for my sexual gratification. Bohdana travelled from Windermere by coach with two friends; they had bought the return tickets cheaply, and I agreed with Natasha to pick up her cousin and co-travellers from a large bus station in North London.
The golden-haired Bohdana was exactly as I remembered; bright and welcoming with a slate-blue eyes and a quiet confidence. Her new boyfriend, Stephen, was shorter than his beau, and his first act when Bohdana smiled at me was for him to place his hand in hers with a public sign of affection and ownership. The last of the trio was a shy girl with long blonde hair and an uncertain demeanour. She said little as I drove them to my house.
When we arrived, I gave Bohdana the key to the annexe and showed them the space. Natasha had left her cousin keys to her car on the kitchenette worktop, with the details of a week-long insurance policy. "I've put some food in the fridge and freezer. It's just stuff for lunches and some pizzas, burgers and so on," I said as I showed them their home for the next few days. "There is some booze, too. Upstairs are three double beds and the shower and toilet through there."
"Or we could use the paddling pool," Bohdana teased.
"Deflated," I replied. "If you need anything, then just come across. Otherwise, I'll leave you alone unless you want me."
"Thanks," she muttered as her boyfriend tugged at her wrist.
I genuinely believed that I wouldn't hear much from them all week. I heard them depart the house in Natasha's car in high spirits. The meteorologists had forecast excellent weather for their holiday and the three teenagers had the sort of freedom that they had never had before. I expected them to be excited and carefree spirits and would want to speed as little time as possible with the only responsible adult on the premises.
After I had cooked and cleared away my dinner, I heard a knock on the door. Standing outside, in just a white T-shirt and pale blue shorts, was Bohdana's friend. She gave a weak, nervous smile and looked uncertain as she introduced herself. "Can I join you for a bit?" Monika asked. "Boh said you probably wouldn't mind and Nats said you'd be free."
"Sure," I replied, welcoming the coy teenager into my house. "Is everything OK?"
She nodded, and I showed the hesitant young lady into my lounge. I passed her a drink of cider from Natasha's stash in the fridge, and she explained why she had joined me. "Stephen's parents are quite religious. They met at Boh's church. So they want private time they rarely get. And Boh said you were friendly."
"Ahh, that box of condoms that Natasha left behind is seeing some use then!"
Monika nodded and smiled. She sipped her cider and looked at the television. I put on a film, and we sat and watched a comedy. Without meaning to, we lounged together and cuddled up against each other. Her red painted nails rested on my thigh as my hand held her shoulder.
She got up to get another drink half-way through the film and snuggled up to me. She was warm, slender, and friendly. When the comedy finished, and the sky turned a brilliant orange, she put her empty bottle on the table and looked into my eyes. "Does Natasha really dominate you?" I gulped, although my uneasy expression must have answered her question. "Boh told me about her trip down here. How she peed on you and you drank it and she spanked you."
"Yes," I admitted. "It's... fun." The naïve looking girl chuckled and blushed. "What else did she say?"
"That you do it lots. And that video wasn't really a trick!"
"That's true too." I let the admission hang in the air and I sensed the real reason she had mentioned the subject. "On stage at Bristol was my first golden shower. Natasha was my first, but many women have done it since. I'm a submissive." She gave a gentle inclination of the head. "I like my partners to dominate me."
"Spank you and tie you up?"
"Yeah, that too. And other things." Her eyes sparkled. "Is that what you expected to hear?"
"It's what Boh and Nats said to me." She put her hand on my knee. "And with my ex, I played with BDSM. But I've never even seen anyone else pee, and certainly not give a golden shower!"
"If you want to, you can ask Bohdana. She was quite happy in the end to give out showers liberally."
Monika sniggered. "Stephen is protective of Boh. I think he's worried that she's going to come here and have kinky fun again after what she said about last time. He isn't into that sort of play at all. He's really straight-laced." She looked away. Her hands trembled a little. "I guess I wouldn't mind peeing over someone, but I couldn't have someone pee on me."
She peered up at me with a cheeky grin. "Do you want to give me a golden shower?" I asked, abruptly.
She nodded and gulped. "Yes," she admitted meekly. "Is that weird? Natasha had said exploring it was OK with you." I downed the dregs in my glass and stood up, holding out my hand. "What? Now?"
"Why not? You've had two pints, you must be ready to break the seal." A nervous smile crept over her lips and we walked upstairs to my en-suite. "Any time you want to stop or this feels weird or wrong, just do so," I told her as I stripped naked. "No explanation needed. You do what is comfortable." Her gaze looked over me and the teenager watched as I laid on the tiled floor of my shower cubicle. "Natasha normally stands or squats over me bottomless and then releases. I clean her pissy cunt and eat her out if she wants."
"Right," Monika muttered as she took in what I had said. She nervously hesitated as her hands removed her pale blue shorts. Her toned thighs on her tanned body were sexy and her hairless slit looked divine. I ogled her, standing over my feet as she stared at me.
Hesitant and tense, but there was a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. A streak of power laced within her gaze as she stepped over me, still wearing her white T-shirt. I watched her position her cunt directly over me, and then squat so that her intimate folds were inches from my nose. "This is quite kinky," she muttered. "You sure?"
"Go on," I begged. "Please."
She chuckled and a few droplets dribbled from her slit. My cock stiffened as she sighed and the squirt became a stream and then a waterfall. Her piss cascaded and poured from her onto my face and through my lips.
I gulped mouthfuls of her amber nectar. A delicate, piquant beauty, much like the woman expelling urine over me. It was a nasty, filthy deed, tarnishing the innocence of the wonderful innocent.
