Doing extremum things in my mind was easy. Being kinky in my judgment was easy. Watching pornography alone. You watch soo much porn it gets to the stop that your watching pissing videos and all kind of extremum capacity like it was convention. I watched it all. Clicking on TV that were unrealistic and extreme. It excited me. I must be one of very few people who watched this stuff.

Going on online chat rooms. Looking through the list of chatters for women. Private messaging them with a/s/l. If they answer that then you look for an opening. Easy and elusive questions to start with. Inserting emojis. smile and winking faces. If they reply with similar emojis you take it up a pass. What are you doing tonight ? single ? What do you look like ? You look for signal in their answers that they are completely ok with these questions. You want to get them onto talking about sex or anything sex related.

I started chatting with an previous woman. She was almost 50. I was 24. She lived about an hour away. What do you look like I asked ? She replied, brown hair, blue eyes, 5ft 6. A very worldwide de***********ion but full enough. The chat between us was flirty. lots of insinuation.

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 leaning. My centre opened encompassing. Fucking hell I thought. Can this really be ? I needed to get it on to a greater extent. She liked the thought of being in the cascade and having someone piss on her leg. Sounds ok I thought. Warm yellow-bellied liquid running down her leg whilst both under the shower. We spoke about it more. Too lots. It was n't enough for us to peach about pissing on individual pegleg. It escalated it to peeing all over our organic structure and licking the skin. We chatted online for ages and the longer it went on the more extreme we got.

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

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

That 's it ! We have to do it. We have spoken about it so much that we must meet. The sports meeting 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 hair as far as I could see nice clothes. All seemed normal. She looked like a theater married woman to me and that turned me on. She said to follow her. Many things went through my mind as I followed her. All the matter we had talked about. Were we actually going to go that far. How would we instigate it human face to cheek. Could we get the best any nerves to ask for what we spoke about. How do you ask someone you have just met if you can pee on them ?

We entered the flat. We sat on the sofa facing each other. Small talk ensued as we sat very close and maintained eye middleman. I think both of us were lament to start this. spunk evaporated. We kissed on the couch which was soo nice. She was the previous gentlewoman I had been with. We kissed hard. lingua deep. I felt her chest, body, bum and legs. I wanted her hands all over me so I made surely she had tardily access. I was excited and tough. She rubbed my crotch. Clothes were slowly coming off. She had me down to my boxers. I removed her dress piece by objet d'art until she only had her white drawers 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 pass on it. The bra came off revealing her chest. Not sagging practically and a trivial 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 missionary. We did a few moment of doggie expressive style. I wanted to drive her bent over the spine of the frame but we never got that far. Afterwards we lay on the couch, trunk intertwined kissing and touching. She hinted she needed to goto the bath and asked if I wanted to amount. She walked towards the bath and I followed. We entered and faced each former standing side by side to the bathtub tub. It was a standard Caucasian bath tub surrounded by shampoo bottles, aspect clothes, scoop etc. We stepped inside. Standing up inside the tub we kissed some more. Do you want to do this ? she asked. Yes, I replied. I was excited. This was very far-out. I could sense my cock set. She pulled my ripe 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 tall as she could. I watched waiting for it to happen. Then she started to pee. Low pressure at first before it got going. The landing spotlight moved from just above my knee up to my waist. Pee ran down my leg. She then swayed her hips left and right. The pee was going down the front of my leg and down the position my leg and some was running through my pubes. Warm piss ran down my leg which was kind of a nice feeling but the olfaction was putrid. I was n't prepared for that. I knew she was older and probably ate the same bad food as everyone else. She was n't some 18 year old skinny blond gushing out an oderlous clear liquidity. I was going hitch due to the smell as a woman who was almost 50 peed on me. She did n't seem put off by her own smell. Maybe I 'm just sonant !

When it stopped she moved towards me. She straddled the leg she had just peed on. She started rubbing her leg up and down my leg and her wet kitty-cat was rubbing against my thigh as she kissed me. I could order she liked it as she held my head hard from the back and stuck her knife right field into the binding of my mouth. I could feel her wet bush rubbing against me. The olfactory modality was still there. Holding my breathing space was unsufferable and I was wincing. That 's when she pressed down on my shoulders and pushed me down onto my articulatio genus. Was she about to pee again ? Oh no I thought. I looked up at her as she looked down on me. Her hirsute cunt at eye level. What 's coming I thought to myself. She pushed her hips forward. Then she let it out directing the catamenia onto my chest. Warm lucky liquid splashed off my chest and flowed down my corporation. I could see the yellow liquid flowing beneath her infantry towards the plug hole. The look was worse. I felt warm splashes hit under my chin. I was candid mouthed trying not breath in.

She put her right hand on top of my straits and her left-hand paw held the bottom of my chin and she pulled my head word to bet up. She tilted her hips forward and let out the terminal slobber. Pee had landed on my tongue and the taste was horrid. My tongue lashed forward out my mouth like it was trying to throw the pee away. I was gagging from the preference and smell. She held my foreland facing up. I could n't lean forward let the pee dribble out. I could feel it drift back along my glossa. The gustation and smell was all I could think about. Pee was dripping down my pharynx which made me gag. I slumped down, I felt limp then she leaned forward and stuck her tongue into my lip again. The tender pee that coated my natural language was now now being pushed around and mopped up by her tongue. 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 human face between my nose and chin. I could smell her cunt. My eyes shut tight as she rubbed feverishly up and down. I could recite she liked it. she was pushing her self hard against me. Her respiration was heavy. My face was being used to jack off her piddle soaked smelly puss. I felt used. I stayed still. There was not practically else I could do. I felt immersed in weewee. The taste in my mouth. The olfactory modality up my nose. My pours felt wide 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 piss and it rained over both of us. It ran cold at first causing me to step back. I looked like I was in daze. She laughed a little. She soaped up her men and began to wash out me. I stood still as she washed me all over. This was making me well-chosen which was clear to both of us when looking down. I soaped up my script and washed her breasts. It was all eye contact and smiling again as we washed each other. After we washed each others physical structure for way thirster than was needed we were lovely and clean and smelling newly so we grabbed some towels to dry each early off .