Well, even though I’ve been into desperation for… man half of my life now, I’ve never written a story. So yay!
Anyways, I’m a 22 year old girl, dark brown skin, on the short side, and an hour glass figure- just so you can imagine me 😉 I’ve recently gotten serious relationship with a really sweet guy… let’s call him Eddie. Well Eddie and I agreed when we first started dating that we wanted to stay celibate until marriage- he’s VERY religious and I’m more or les so- and we’ve stayed pretty PG13 during our 7 months together.
A couple of weeks ago we got stuck in a traffic jam for about 2 hours (which is crazy long where I’m from) and he got caught short- I’ll post that story later. That got me REALLY excited and our make out sessions have been getting pretty hot and heavy ever since. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. Which brings me to this story here.
The other night he asked me why I’d been getting so intense during our alone times. He said he definitely didn’t mind but it was different than my usually tame self. I tried to laugh it off but he kept pushing it. Finally I told him it was something he did that I’d been thinking about lately. Again he questioned and finally I told him what I’d never, literally never, told anyone (offline) before. I told him how much him being desperate for a pee turned me on.
He started to laugh and then stopped when he noticed I was serious. He asked me some more questions about what I meant and why I liked it. I started to get nervous because he wasn’t really showing any emotion on whether he was freaked out by or not. When I asked him what he was thinking he said he’d always been curios about that kind of “stuff”. He’d always had a fantasy of having a girl pee on him. Me being excited and turned on quickly offered to be of service to him. He turned it down saying it was just too farfetched to even try. I wasn’t giving up so easily.
Later that evening we were making out on a reclining lawn chair by his pool. It was one of those moments where it was on verge of being that point of no return. I felt him get REALLY hard between my legs. I started think about him in the car and what we’d talked about. I was getting so wet by the though of peeing on him. It’s not something I’d ever done… not really something I even thought I’d wanted to do.
He moaned and grabbed my butt pressing me closer to him and started grinding his hips. That’s when I did it. I thought he might be mad but I’d take that chance. I let a little squirt out. It was all I could manage at first. Then another, and another, and finally I was able to let out a small steady stream. I heard him moan louder and stop moving his hip. “What are you doing?” he asked. I just responded my kissing him and letting go completely. I’d had to pee for quite a while anyway so it gushed out of me like a fire hydrant. He started moaning again like he liked it and grinding against me. It was kind of hard keeping the flow going because of all the friction but I wasn’t about to stop. He started grinding faster and his usually pale face got really red. He breathing started to get really heavy and then he made this deep grunting noise and stopped moving. I felt his cock throbbing between me and he made one last grunt and relaxed just as the last bit of pee was leaving me.
“I’m so sorry! I can’t believe I just came- I’ve never- I’m sorry!”
I told him there was nothing to apologize for and that that was a better reaction than I was hoping for. After I’d somewhat calmed him down and he lent me some of his jogging shorts and we said our good byes for the night. I’m guessing he was rather embarrassed with him being a bit of a prude I guess you could say. He hasn’t mentioned it since so either he’s going to pretend it never happened or he’s too shy to ask to do it again. either way I’m going to set him up for another little desperation show pretty soon. I’ll keep you guys posted on how this new addition to our relationship goes 😉