Fictional story of a strip poker community website.
"You're a fucking arse-hole, Jim, leave her alone!" shouted a man's voice.
I snapped back to reality as a second man came striding over to rescue me.
"Sorry," he muttered apologetically as he grabbed Jim by the arm and pulled him away.
Jim laughed and shook his cock at me, spattering the last of his piss over my tee-shirt. A tiny drop landed on my lips. It tasted salty.
I felt eyes watching me and suddenly felt very vulnerable. What was I doing here? Anything could happen to me. I shouldn't be taking a risk like this. Then my bladder pained me again. I grasped my crotch and scurried onwards to find relief, praying there were no more 'Jims' around.
Right, that would have to do. I needed to pee, now! I looked around. I seemed to be alone. The headline band had just got up on stage so the line of peeing men had disappeared back to the field to watch them. Ok, now I could do it.
I stood close to the hedge, lifted my skirt above my waist and pushed my thong to one side. Then I opened my legs. I pushed down but nothing happened. My encounter with Jim still had me on edge. I needed to relax. I shut my eyes and concentrated. It was coming, I could feel it. I exhaled deeply as the first warm drops squeezed out.
"Have you ever tired finger fucking whilst you pee?"
I nearly jumped out of my skin! Who'd said that?! My eyes flew open and fell upon an attractive woman about my age. A stranger. Where did she spring from? My poor bladder clamped shut again with the fright sending a searing pain right through me.
"Well?" she asked in a soft rather seductive voice. "Have you tried it?"
I didn't answer. I was too embarrassed. I hastily let my thong spring back over my exposed crotch and pulled down my skirt.
The woman laughed.
I liked her laugh. There was something sexy about it.
"Sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to frighten you. Go ahead and pee. I'm going to. You don't mind if I get myself off at the same time do you?"
I shook my head nervously. Was she serious?
The woman pulled down her lacy panties and stepped out of them then hitched up her skirt exposing her smooth round backside and shaved pussy. I watched as she calmly opened her legs and spread her labia with her fingers. She was wet; beads of creamy white moisture clung to the opening of her cunt.
I gaped at her, mesmerised, as she licked her fingers and plunged them deep into her own moist opening. She threw her head back as she began rubbing her clit with wild abandon, moving her fingers backwards and forwards and groaning out her pleasure.
My cunt juices flowed as I watched her and my thong became sticky and wet. She had no shame and she looked so hot. My hand reached between my thighs for my own pussy, stroking it gently through the flimsy material of my thong. I forgot the pain from my bursting bladder as I became intensely aroused, watching this stranger fucking herself in front of me.
The woman kept rubbing her clit and moaning, her groans getting louder as a trickle of golden pee seeped out from between her legs and ran down her fingers.
"Oh fuck here it comes," she cried as she released her orgasm and pee at the same time.
A wave of pleasure ripped through her as her hot piss exploded out showering the ground around her feet.
"Oh fuck that's so good," she screamed.
More piss squirted from between her legs as she continued to massage her cunt frantically.
I couldn't move. I was so turned on my legs had turned to jelly. Her flood hit the ground with force and for the second time that evening my shoes were soaked with piss, and I loved it! My pulse raced and my cunt burned with such ferocity.
The woman squeezed out the last of her pee and closed her eyes, breathing hard.
"You have to try that," she sighed. "It's heavenly, and even better with an audience."
An audience? Did she mean me? It dawned on me that my presence had turned her on and I liked that. Suddenly the idea of fingering myself and peeing in front of her had me hot. I wanted to do it, and I wanted her.