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Home schooling of a Pee Queen
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Home schooling of a Pee Queen Watersports... Lesson 1: Friday night She eased herself in…this felt sooo good…the bath was warm, still almost too hot…the bubbles fresh and abundant…3 candles lit the bathroom…a split of champagne was on the floor next to her glass….and her favorite CD was playing in the living room…this was HER time…. It had been a tough week; broke up with what’s his name again…car dinged in the parking lot at work…another cold front moved in (although it was supposed to warm up beginning tomorrow) and work adding more responsibility. She needed to download, if even for an hour… The breakup with Michael was their fourth, and as far she was concerned, the last. He was an good guy, but more and more overbearing. He wanted all the caveats of a full blown relationship without the responsibility. She had to be available for his beckon call, but wouldn’t commit to her. Sexually he was adequate, but again, took (or wanted) more than he gave; little or no foreplay, no romance, suggested another woman be introduced for his pleasure, etc; She relaxed…drank her champagne…let her mind wander… Eventually the water cooled….the glass was empty and her finger tips were wrinkling…time to shower and reenter the real world. She flicked the drain control with her toe and observed the water and what was left of the bubbles receding from her body. Her tits appeared first…dark brown, moderately large and flopping slightly outward, however when she stood they hardly sagged at all, so she still considered them “firm”. Next up to emerge was her belly, she watched as the residual water and soap retreated. She began to shift to get up when the sensation of having to pee came upon her…oh, she thought, now I have to get out, dry off, pee, and shower the remaining soap off…she lay back again. She waited for more water to drain out and thought, what the hell…I’m gonna shower right now anyway…everything will be washed away… She lifted her knees slightly…she had to close her eyes…she had to concentrate on relaxing…soon a small trickle ran down her pussy crease from her urethra….it soon gathered pressure and was shooting out…or rather spraying out. She reached down and parted her lips…allowing her stream to be more defined. She pulled back with her hands and tilted her hips back a little as well…this sent her stream upward…thus splashing back on her hands and pussy and belly… a small amount of splash even misted her face…she caught the aroma…. She finished and again watched as her liquid naturally wicked off her skin into the tub…she raised one of her hands to her nose and breathed in….she let her tongue touch the wet finger…. She enjoyed this for a moment, then became aware of the chill…she quickly stood, pulled the curtain closed and turned the shower on…she was very wrapped up in her thoughts… As she rinsed her bath off…she thought about what just happened…why did I do it? Why did I like it? She never considered herself “exotic” in this sense…the exploration was exiting…. Lesson 2: Sunday afternoon Well, the cool weather finally gave way to Spring-like temperatures and she was taking advantage by cleaning out the flower beds of last year’s annuals. It was warmer, but still a bit cool; perfect weather to dig…and pull…and shake dead plant matter. It felt good to get an early start on the yard. She stood up to review her work…looked good. She started to gather her tools to put them away when she was aware of the growing need to urinate. She moved quicker to get everything back in its place because she knew she would have to remove her boots and dirty pants to go inside and didn’t want have to get dressed again to finish. She hung the last of the implements and had to really go now. She stood to leave and that feeling washed over her. Why not right here? What will it feel like? She leaned against the wall of the garage…closed her eyes and again concentrated on relaxing….it took a minute but she was finally able to pee herself…once it started she opened her eyes and looked down….she saw the dark spot begin just below her jeans buttons…it rather quickly spread in all directions; especially down both pant legs. Her jeans actually filled out with the pressure of her pissing…it was so very warm against her skin…there was that slight aroma she was beginning to enjoy….she was all but finished now and surveyed her handiwork…her jeans were soaked through for the most part from the buckle to the knees. She recognized that her pussy was also wet with other juices…standing here in the garage….a neighbor’s house barely 30 feet away…and her pee all down her legs… When she entered the house, she removed her boots and peeled her sopping wet jeans off…her panties were totally soaked. She carried the soiled pants to the laundry and removed her sweatshirt and bra as well. As she removed the panties and was about to toss them into the washer, she hesitated…she moved them up to her face….she was looking for her scent again…there it was…musky, rich…..she balled the panties up in her hand and squeezed them near her chest…letting the liquid run down between her breasts… Lesson 3: Monday morning Michelle awoke at 6am, turned the TV on and lay in bed allowing herself to wake up…her thoughts went immediately to her newfound pleasure, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She got up and went to the bathroom. Again, her thoughts were on her fluids….as she began pissing she parted her legs and place her hand directly into the hot stream she was releasing into the bowl…she lifted her fingers to her mouth and sucked on them…warm, salty…she quickly put her hand between her legs again and repeated the tasting…she did this twice more until she was done. She was addicted. Lesson 4: Tuesday evening Michelle had emailed Sondra early in the day to see if she wanted to have a quick drink after work. She wasn’t sure where she was going with this…but her friend was very open-minded and if there was anyone she could talk to this about, it was Sondra. Sondra was a friend of 15 years, was bi-sexual and they had had many discussions regarding sexuality, men, girls, toys, relationships, etc. and Sondra always respected Michelle’s straight orientation. At 4pm, Sandra sent an email saying she was free for the drink. Michelle emailed back, Great, I’ll meet you downstairs at the bar at 5:15? It was agreed. They had had 2 glasses of wine each, the bar was only moderately busy; it was after all a Tuesday. They had caught up on the last few weeks; Michelle’s break up, her promotion, Sondra’s last couple of bad dates. It was fun; although no good segue into the fetish ever came up. What did come up was her need to go to the bathroom…she excused herself. The woman’s room was small, only 2 stalls; and the first commode appeared to be plugged…she went into the second and of course, the door barely closed and did not have a functioning latch. When she let go of it, it swung open again. Oh well. She straddled the commode, lifted her skirt, pulled her panties aside and was very careful not to touch anything. She began peeing. Once more the arousal came upon her…in a public bathroom, no door, anyone could walk in…she placed her finger into the stream and felt its warmth…she tasted herself once again…mmm…it gets better and better. She enjoyed 2 more “licks”….dabbed herself dry with paper, repositioned her panties and carefully backed up before dropping her skirt so as not to drag it across the bowl. As she turned to leave the stall, there was Sandra…eyes wide with a conspiratorial grin on her face. “Michelle” she said almost too loud, “you like the Golden nectar?” Michelle was so embarrassed at not knowing that Sondra was there…she hadn’t heard the door open…she didn’t hear a noise….she was so consumed with her thoughts….she didn’t know what to say. Sandra saved her, she said “I know you don’t do pussy, but I’m so turned on by what I just saw I think I may have cum while I was watching you.” She added “I apologize for not saying anything, but when I entered and heard the splashing and saw the door open, I was drawn…I am sorry if I embarrassed you” Michelle still wasn’t sure of what to say, she just blurted that this is something new for her…she’s not sure what her attraction is…she had actually meant to bring it up during conversation this evening…she’s so embarrassed… Sondra stated again, “Don’t be embarrassed, I thought it was thrill…I had no idea…people don’t talk about this type of fetish…did you know I’m into watersports?” She continued “Of course not, it’s not something I advertise…if you do and people don’t agree or aren’t super open-minded, there’s a permanent judgment they have towards you…worse than being a Republican” This made Michelle laugh and took the edge off the moment, she appreciated that. Then Sondra said, “I’m going to go into this broken stall and do the same, you can wash your hands, you can watch, you can go back to the bar, do what you want to.” Michelle did go to the sink and washed her hands as fast as humanly possible….faster than Sondra was able to remove her slacks…then as she was drying her hands she slid over to the open stall and peered in….Sondra had been wearing a pair of sharp looking business slacks with very wide legs, so she had to step right out of one leg and hold the slacks with one hand while she straddled the bowl. Keisha couldn’t help but notice Sandra’s ass…not big, but round…and athletic. She also noticed Sondra’s peeing….the stream arcing out from between her legs and spilling into the bowl with a dense splash…It looked and sounded great. Sondra didn’t look around or say anything, just allowed her to quietly watch. Sondra did dip her finger once for Michelle’s sake, Michelle involuntarily licked her lips at this, and then she moved towards Sondra…she stepped into the stall and closed the door; stepping behind it to prevent it from opening. She placed a hand on Sondra’s upper ass and asked “May I?” Sondra said “of course…” Michelle reached around and placed 2 fingers into the stream…oh, that feeling of anticipation….She moved the fingers to her mouth…and tasted….hmmm…the same as hers, yet different….still intoxicating. Sondra dipped her finger again and placed them in Michelle’s mouth…Michelle closed her lips around the finger and gently pulled the nectar in. Michelle had a tissue ready for Sondra as she finished, and Sondra asked “may I taste?”, Michelle thought for the briefest of moments and replied “of course”….Sondra then moved towards Michelle’s mouth and with the tip of her tongue licked Michelle’s full lips….then very gently kissed her slightly open mouth….Michelle thought….now what have I started?.... |
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