Raindrops And Waterfalls

I don't expect my story to make much sense. Nothing that has ever happened to anyone ever really has. But this is what happened to me. And just because it seems unlikely, do not say that it did not happen. It's ok for things to not make sense. It's ok to let things be. This thing in particular happened in the rain.

I was lying on my back on soft green grass. I think I was in the park. Stormy gray clouds kept creeping into my view of the dim dusk sky's blues and pinks and purples. The first raindrop that fell on my face, I worried it was from a bird. There were many flying far overhead. Geese... migrating or something. Lucky fuckers. Like angels off to leave the earthly realms as all us earth-walkers only wished we could. It started to drizzle, and one such earth-walker walked on the earth over me, and over my head. My vision stayed fixed where I'd aimed it, and so it was placed under the hem of a calf-length skirt and directly below female underwear hugging the lips of a young woman's labia.

An adult stranger was blocking my view. Making me stare at some semblance of her genitals. My own responded immediately. This was so fucking out of pocket. So weird. Her skirt was so long it was like I was hidden in a world all her own. Where only her pussy lips exist. While on top of her head and on the rest of me, it started to rain, and rain very hard.

I lived in one of the places where the rain was always cold. The sky was often gloomy, but within her still lived sun. Never enough to keep the chill from the water falling from the sky, though. I shivered immediately. It was time to get up and leave. The sky had a way of deciding these things. But this lady wouldn't get her damn pussy out of my face.

"Can you get the fuck off me?" I said up to her genitals.

"Aren't you cold?" her high-pitched little chipmunk voice squeaked. I sort of liked it.

"I mean yeah."

"I'm not cold," she said proudly. "Why don't you let me warm you up," she began reaching down under her skirt and tugged her white, thin panties down until they were stretched taut around her knees. Then she squatted, and her fuzzy genitals lowered right over my face and head. I could hardly see how cunnilingus would do anything to keep me warm but heat my lips.

"I can hardly see how cunnilingus will do anything to keep me warm but heat my lips," I said to her.

"Then don't do it... no one's asking," the stranger's pussy said, and it started to urinate into my face and mouth. I sealed my lips up quickly, but I'd already sampled well the sour, salty flavor. It ran down my tongue and stung my eyes. But to her credit, the liquid was very hot, and at least the feeling of it hitting my face was delightful. While cold hit my legs, my chest, my arms, and my feet, steaming hot poured and shot and tribbled all over my eyes and nose and down my nostrils and into my ears and soaked my hair. I tried squinting to keep it out of my lids, but it was already everywhere it wanted to be. I tried to talk and ended up swallowing more urine. So I kept my mouth shut. But it kept leaking in anyway. I guess it didn't taste so bad, and I was kind of thirsty; I probably didn't seal my lips together as tightly as I had thought.

Her urine stream lasted a good long while. When it finally died down to a few final spurt pushes, she shimmied her ass and drippy cunt side to side over my face in a hurry, shaking the last droplets down into my eyes, then shoved her long skirt down off her hips to keep my head warm and to soak up her pee. The peepee stranger weirdly disappeared, running wildly off across the location without saying another word to her new friend, the public urinal art installation statement piece she'd just made, and subsequently neglected alone in the middle of the cold park with nothing but her soft warm skirt and a gently lingering smell of sordidity.

I sat up and yanked the long fabric from my face, and cold rain hit my head and washed away the stranger's smell, mostly. I looked around for her. She was gone. I sighed and laid my head back against the cold, wet grass and draped the skirt over my face and chest and arms as best they would fit under it. I smiled as I smelled the body sweat of the odd stranger. It mixed nicely with the scent of her clean emiction, soaked deeply into my collar, nose, and hair.

"If you stay like that, I'm gonna waterboard you."

I knew that voice. I smiled into the smell of her ass in the fabric of her skirt.

"Did you have something to drink?" I asked.

"Yes, I did," she stated proudly. "I'm not a furnace for charity--giving heated pussy waterfalls for everyone, but I will warm you this one more time, if you don't drown on it."

I pulled the skirt back down off my face. But I kept my eyes closed. I didn't care to see her face. I just wanted to stop being teased by the scent and taste of her warm urine anymore. This time, I was ready for it. I smiled so that she could see me this time.

"How's your aim?" I asked, and let my mouth stay parted gently when I was done talking.

"10/10, my dear buckaroo," she stamped her feet into position by either side of my head once again and pulled her white panties to the side this time. She squatted down, this time much closer over my mouth, and I widened it for her. I stuck out my tongue to guide the coming stream safely into where it belonged. "Not a drop shall miss thy orifice," the stranger promised, and as she started urinating, right away it splattered across my entire face instead. I peeked an eye open and stared directly into her tight, puckered little butthole as I started to gulp and swallow. It wasn't so bad. And her aim got better and stopped wasting precious pee all over my face.

"Can I eat that after?" I asked, eye fixed on her anus. I gargled urine to say it, but she still seemed to understand.

"Eat what?"

"Your asshole, can I stick my tongue in it?" Urine rejected out and down cheeks, filling my ears as I said it.

"Ew, what the heck," she said as she urinated full stream into my open, waiting mouth. "Don't be fucking gross. That's weird."