Doing utmost things in my mind was easy. Being kinky in my mind was comfortable. Watching porno alone. You watch soo much porn it gets to the point that your watching pissing videos and all kind of extreme contentedness like it was rule. I watched it all. Clicking on video recording that were unrealistic and uttermost. 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 cackle for womanhood. Private messaging them with a/s/l. If they answer that then you look for an opening. Easy and pernicious questions to start with. Inserting emojis. Smiles and winking faces. If they reply with like emojis you take it up a notch. What are you doing tonight ? unity ? What do you look like ? You look for signs in their answers that they are completely ok with these interrogative sentence. You want to get them onto talking about sex or anything sex related.

I started chatting with an one-time cleaning lady. She was almost 50. I was 24. She lived about an hr away. What do you look like I asked ? She replied, brown hair, blue eyes, 5ft 6. A very general de***********ion but good enough. The chat between us was flirty. fortune 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 inclination. My eyes opened blanket. Fucking hell I thought. Can this really be ? I needed to know more. She liked the musical theme of being in the shower and having mortal pee on her leg. Sounds ok I thought. Warm yellow liquidness running down her leg whilst both under the cascade. We spoke about it more. Too much. It was n't enough for us to talk about pissing on soul stage. It escalated it to peeing all over our physical 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 act and I waited nervously for the headphone to ring.

The phone rang and I answered. howdy, I said nervously. A woman 's vocalization replied. howdy, she said. Hearing her voice on the phone was an extra property and I was n't as quick to reply or as witty as I had been on chat. We started talking about the things we said online. I liked her soft voice. We sort of went back to the start 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 a good deal that we must fill. The meet for set for 10pm. We met in a car commons. 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 real grey hair as far as I could see dainty clothes. All seemed normal. She looked like a house wife to me and that turned me on. She said to follow her. Many things went through my idea as I followed her. All the things we had talked about. Were we actually going to go that far. How would we instigate it side to side. Could we get over any nerves to ask for what we spoke about. How do you ask person you have just met if you can pee on them ?

We entered the prostrate. We sat on the put cladding each other. lowly talk ensued as we sat very close and maintained eye impinging. I think both of us were keen to start this. nerves evaporated. We kissed on the couch which was soo Nice. She was the honest-to-god lady I had been with. We kissed hard. natural language deep. I felt her breasts, body, bum and pegleg. I wanted her hands all over me so I made sure she had easy access. I was excited and laborious. She rubbed my crotch. wearing apparel were slowly coming off. She had me down to my drawers. I removed her dress small-arm by piece until she only had her white knickers and bra on. I wanted to take out her bra. As we kissed I reached around to unclip it. She arched her back forward so I could turn over it. The bra came off revealing her breasts. Not sagging much and a little pointy. I licked her breasts. She leant back slightly and I moved upwards almost on top of her.

We had sex on the sofa. Mostly missional. We did a few present moment of doggy style. I wanted to take up her knack over the back of the couch but we never got that far. Afterwards we lay on the lounge, organic structure intertwined kissing and touching. She hinted she needed to goto the lavatory and asked if I wanted to come. She walked towards the bathroom and I followed. We entered and faced each other standing future to the tub tub. It was a touchstone white tub tub surrounded by shampoo bottleful, grimace clothes, soap etc. We stepped inside. Standing up inside the tub we kissed some more. Do you require to do this ? she asked. Yes, I replied. I was excited. This was very kinky. I could feel my prick hardening. She pulled my right 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 pass. Then she started to pee. Low pressure level at start before it got going. The landing patch moved from just above my human knee up to my waist. Pee ran down my leg. She then swayed her pelvic girdle left and right field. The pee was going down the front 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 nice tactual sensation but the tone was putrid. I was n't prepared for that. I knew she was older and probably ate the Saame bad solid food as everyone else. She was n't some 18 year old skinny blonde gushing out an oderlous clean-cut liquid. I was going hitch due to the smell as a cleaning woman who was almost 50 peed on me. She did n't seem put off by her own smell. Maybe I 'm just soft !

When it stopped she moved towards me. She straddled the leg she had just peed on. She started rubbing her pegleg up and down my leg and her wet pussy was rubbing against my second joint as she kissed me. I could tell she liked it as she held my drumhead hard from the rachis and stuck her tongue rightfulness into the dorsum of my rima oris. I could feel her wet bush rubbing against me. The smell was still there. Holding my intimation was impossible and I was wincing. That 's when she pressed down on my berm and pushed me down onto my knee joint. 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 horizontal surface. What 's coming I thought to myself. She pushed her hips forward. Then she let it out directing the current onto my chest. Warm golden liquid splashed off my bureau and flowed down my tummy. I could see the yellow liquid flowing beneath her feet towards the cud hole. The olfactory sensation was big. I felt ardent spattering hit under my chin. I was open mouthed trying not breath in.

She put her right hand on top of my forefront and her left field hired man held the bottom of my mentum and she pulled my head to look up. She tilted her hips forward and let out the final exam dribbles. Pee had landed on my natural language and the taste was horrid. My spit lashed forward out my backtalk like it was trying to cast off the pee away. I was gagging from the taste and tone. She held my straits facing up. I could n't lean forward let the pee dribble out. I could feel it hustle back along my knife. The taste 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 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 back talk and nose. She pulled the back of my oral sex forward and rubbed her clit up and down my face between my nose and chin. I could smell her kitty-cat. My eye 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 heavy. My human face was being used to masturbate her urine soaked smelly pussy. I felt used. I stayed still. There was not much else I could do. I felt immersed in piddle. The perceptiveness in my rima oris. The olfactory perception up my nose. My pours felt full of pee. I was inside a cloud of pee that I could not see. Like a mist.

I 'm surely she got her self off which was a rest and she pulled me in for a hug. `` Looks like You need a shower bath '' she said. She turned on the piddle and it rained over both of us. It ran cold at first base causing me to step back. I looked like I was in shock. She laughed a petty. She soaped up her script and began to rinse 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 hands and washed her boob. It was all eye impinging and smiles again as we washed each other. After we washed each others consistence for way longer than was needed we were lovely and clean and smelling freshly so we grabbed some towels to dry each other off .