Doing extreme things in my mind was easy. Being kinky in my intellect was easy. Watching erotica alone. You watch soo lots porn it gets to the point that your watching pissing picture and all sorts of utmost subject matter like it was formula. I watched it all. Clicking on picture that were unrealistic and utmost. It excited me. I must be one of very few people who watched this stuff.

Going on online chat way. Looking through the list of chatters for womanhood. Private messaging them with a/s/l. If they answer that then you look for an opening. Easy and subtle enquiry to embark on with. Inserting emojis. Smiles and winking faces. If they reply with similar emojis you take it up a snick. What are you doing tonight ? I ? What do you look like ? You look for signs in their reply that they are completely ok with these head. You want to get them onto talking about sex or anything sex related.

I started chatting with an one-time charwoman. She was almost 50. I was 24. She lived about an hour away. What do you count like I asked ? She replied, dark-brown hair, blue middle, 5ft 6. A very oecumenical de***********ion but good enough. The New World chat between us was flirty. lots of innuendo.

What do you like ? I asked. She knew what I meant. She knew I meant sex. She listed things she liked and turned her on. She even included pissing to the end of the list. My eyes opened all-inclusive. Fucking hell I thought. Can this really be ? I needed to experience more. She liked the idea of being in the rain shower and having someone pee on her leg. Sounds ok I thought. Warm yellow liquid state running down her leg whilst both under the cascade. We spoke about it more. Too a lot. It was n't enough for us to utter about pissing on somebody legs. It escalated it to peeing all over our bodies and licking the peel. We chatted online for ages and the recollective it went on the more extreme point we got.

She asked if I could chat on the earpiece. I gave my number and I waited nervously for the phone to doughnut.

The earphone rang and I answered. hi, I said nervously. A fair sex 's voice replied. hi, she said. Hearing her voice on the phone was an spear carrier dimension and I was n't as quick to reply or as witty as I had been on chat. We started talking about the thing we said online. I liked her soft vocalism. We sort of went back to the origin but it was n't long before our phone conversation was equally as kinky.

That 's it ! We have to do it. We have spoken about it so a great deal that we must match. The meet for set for 10pm. We met in a car park. I arrived first and she pulled in just after. We both stepped out from our cars. We looked at each other. She looked her age but certainly not in a bad way. She seemed able bodied, not wrinkled and no tangible grey fuzz as far as I could see Nice clothes. All seemed normal. She looked like a family wife to me and that turned me on. She said to follow her. Many affair went through my judgement as I followed her. All the things we had talked about. Were we actually going to go that far. How would we instigate it face to grimace. Could we get the better of any face to ask for what we spoke about. How do you ask somebody you have just met if you can pee on them ?

We entered the flat. We sat on the couch facing each early. Small talk ensued as we sat very close and maintained eye contact. I think both of us were keen to start this. Nerves evaporated. We kissed on the couch which was soo gracious. She was the sometime lady I had been with. We kissed hard. lingua deep. I felt her breasts, consistency, bum and legs. I wanted her hands all over me so I made sure she had slow admission. I was excited and arduous. She rubbed my crotch. Clothes were slowly coming off. She had me down to my packer. I removed her apparel piece by part until she only had her white pants and bra on. I wanted to remove her bra. As we kissed I reached around to unclip it. She arched her back forward so I could hit it. The bra came off revealing her breast. Not sagging much and a little pointy. I licked her breast. She leant back slightly and I moved upwards almost on top of her.

We had sex on the couch. Mostly missioner. We did a few moments of bow-wow vogue. I wanted to consider her hang over the back of the couch but we never got that far. Afterwards we lay on the sofa, bodies intertwined kissing and touching. She hinted she needed to goto the lav and asked if I wanted to total. She walked towards the lav and I followed. We entered and faced each other standing following to the bathroom tub. It was a standard Andrew Dickson White bath tub surrounded by shampoo bottleful, face dress, liquid ecstasy etc. We stepped inside. Standing up inside the tub we kissed some more. Do you need to do this ? she asked. Yes, I replied. I was excited. This was very kinky. I could feel my shaft set. She pulled my redress leg slightly forward. That 's where she was going to pee. She arched her back slightly pushing her hips forward. She made her self as grandiloquent as she could. I watched waiting for it to happen. Then she started to pee. Low pressure at initiative before it got going. The landing speckle moved from just above my knee up to my waist. Pee ran down my leg. She then swayed her pelvic arch left and right. The pee was going down the forepart of my leg and down the side my leg and some was running through my pubes. Warm piss ran down my leg which was kind of a decent feeling but the feeling was putrid. I was n't prepared for that. I knew she was older and probably ate the like bad food as everyone else. She was n't some 18 year old skinny blonde gushing out an oderlous clear liquidness. I was going hitch due to the olfaction as a woman who was almost 50 peed on me. She did n't appear put off by her own smell. Maybe I 'm just flabby !

When it stopped she moved towards me. She straddled the leg she had just peed on. She started rubbing her legs up and down my leg and her wet pussy was rubbing against my second joint as she kissed me. I could order she liked it as she held my head hard from the back and stuck her lingua right hand into the back of my rima oris. I could feel her wet chaparral rubbing against me. The odour was still there. Holding my intimation was inconceivable and I was wincing. That 's when she pressed down on my shoulder and pushed me down onto my genu. Was she about to pee again ? Oh no I thought. I looked up at her as she looked down on me. Her hairy pussy at eye level. What 's coming I thought to myself. She pushed her hips forward. Then she let it out directing the flow onto my chest. Warm golden liquidness splashed off my chest of drawers and flowed down my tummy. I could see the yellow liquid flowing beneath her infantry towards the plug cakehole. The smelling was worse. I felt fond splashes hit under my Chin. I was open mouthed trying not breath in.

She put her right hand on top of my chief and her left-hand mitt held the underside of my chin and she pulled my head to look up. She tilted her hips forward and let out the final dribbles. Pee had landed on my knife and the taste was horrid. My glossa lashed forward out my mouth like it was trying to throw the pee away. I was gagging from the gustatory modality and look. She held my head facing up. I could n't be given forward let the pee dribble out. I could experience it seethe back along my tongue. The taste sensation and smell was all I could think about. Pee was dripping down my throat which made me gag. I slumped down, I felt hobble then she leaned forward and stuck her tongue into my mouth again. The warm pee that coated my tongue was now now being pushed around and mopped up by her clapper. She then withdrew and thrust her pussy against my mouth and nose. She pulled the back of my head forward and rubbed her clit up and down my face between my nose and chin. I could smell her slit. My eyes shut tight as she rubbed feverishly up and down. I could tell she liked it. she was pushing her self hard against me. Her breathing was grave. My face was being used to masturbate her water soaked smelly twat. I felt used. I stayed still. There was not much else I could do. I felt immersed in weewee. The taste perception in my sass. The scent up my nose. My pours felt entire of pee. I was inside a cloud of pee that I could not see. Like a mist.

I 'm trusted she got her self off which was a relief and she pulled me in for a hug. `` Looks like You need a shower '' she said. She turned on the water and it rained over both of us. It ran cold at firstly causing me to ill-treat back. I looked like I was in shock. She laughed a little. She soaped up her handwriting and began to wash me. I stood still as she washed me all over. This was making me happy which was clear to both of us when looking down. I soaped up my custody and washed her knocker. It was all eye contact and smiles again as we washed each other. After we washed each others consistence for way longer than was needed we were lovely and light and smelling overbold so we grabbed some towels to dry each other off .