It was hot and dripped over my face, touching my lips so that I could taste her. I looked up as another stream shot at me, over my nose and some of it into my open mouth. It tasted good, strange to say but it did. With a free hand I was wanking my throbbing cock, this dear reader was something else. But how had I got here and by that I didn't mean in a bath with a woman peeing on my face but to the world of water sports?
Rewinding my mind back I remember the moment that I had met, well, we'll change her name for the benefit of saving her blushes but Cindy was one of my co-workers. I had met her on the day that I had started at the company. Sat in the office I chatted away to her and found out that she was married, had two children and was desperately unhappy with her situation. I was married too, at year 20 and seeing nothing good on the horizon. Eventually, and not because of each other our respective relationships broke up. sad but true, we had now joined the statistics for those who had tried to make a go of it and had failed.
Before my marriage had failed Cindy had left the company and I had no contact with her. A stroke of fate saw us on a course together and we both found out that we were now single. Cindy suggested a date and we took it from there. As I think back now it was a series of incidents, from fucking in my car to going sex toy shopping with her. These weren't normal things to her as her previous relationship had failed to allow her to be sexually adventurous. She was determined to change that and I was determined to help her.
One afternoon while we were out walking in the countryside I needed to pee. I stood at the side of a field and took my cock out, feeling the relief as I pee'd. Out the corner of my eye I saw Cindy watching me. She was touching her small, pert boobs as she did so. I was surprised. Why was she watching me, had she not seen a man pee before?
We walked on and were chatting when Cindy told me that seeing me pee had turned her on. Not just in a small way but in a huge way. She told me that she loved seeing my pee flow and had realised that she wanted to experiment with me peeing on her. I was surprised because Cindy didn't strike me as the sort of woman who was into "water sports". Though what a woman who was into water sports looked like I didn't know.
I agreed and a few weeks later, after she had seen me pee outside and inside, there I was stood over her in her bath. She looked up at my naked body as I started to pee on her. To be honest to get to this point had meant that I had drunk about two litres of water and was literally bursting to pee. Initially Cindy had laid down in the bath but as I peed'd she realised that she needed to be squatting so that I could jet my pee over her boobs and down over her stomach.
I watched as my pee started to dribble over her and she was rubbing herself, murmuring as my hot pee hit her skin and then flowed over it its milky expanse. She was rubbing her pussy hard, possibly because she knew that at some point soon I'd be empty.
"Quickly, over my face, I want to feel your pee on my face."