Doing uttermost things in my mind was easygoing. Being kinky in my mind was light. Watching pornography alone. You watch soo very much porn it gets to the point that your watching pissing television and all kind of extreme content like it was convention. I watched it all. Clicking on videos that were unrealistic and utmost. It excited me. I must be one of very few people who watched this stuff.

Going on online schmooze elbow room. Looking through the tilt of chattering for women. Private messaging them with a/s/l. If they answer that then you look for an possibility. Easy and subtle question to start with. Inserting emojis. smiling and winking faces. If they reply with alike emojis you take it up a notch. What are you doing tonight ? unity ? What do you count like ? You look for preindication 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 older cleaning woman. She was almost 50. I was 24. She lived about an hour away. What do you look like I asked ? She replied, dark-brown hair, blue center, 5ft 6. A very general 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 thing she liked and turned her on. She even included pissing to the end of the list. My eyes opened panoptic. Fucking hell I thought. Can this really be ? I needed to know More. She liked the theme of being in the shower and having mortal piss on her leg. Sounds ok I thought. Warm lily-livered liquidity running down her leg whilst both under the shower. We spoke about it more. Too practically. It was n't enough for us to talk about pissing on mortal legs. It escalated it to peeing all over our bodies and licking the pelt. We chatted online for ages and the longer it went on the more extremum we got.

She asked if I could chat on the sound. I gave my routine and I waited nervously for the telephone set to band.

The earphone rang and I answered. howdy, I said nervously. A fair sex 's vocalism replied. hi, she said. Hearing her voice on the speech sound was an special 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 indulgent representative. We sort of went back to the start 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 much that we must see. 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 railway car. We looked at each other. She looked her age but certainly not in a bad way. She seemed able bodied, not wrinkled and no veridical grey haircloth as far as I could see Nice clothes. All seemed normal. She looked like a house married woman to me and that turned me on. She said to trace her. Many things went through my mind as I followed her. All the things we had talked about. Were we actually going to go that far. How would we instigate it boldness to typeface. Could we overcome any nerves to ask for what we spoke about. How do you ask individual you have just met if you can pee on them ?

We entered the flat. We sat on the redact facing each former. Small talk of the town ensued as we sat very close and maintained eye contact. I think both of us were great to start this. Nerves evaporated. We kissed on the sofa which was soo nice. She was the oldest lady I had been with. We kissed hard. natural language deep. I felt her boob, soundbox, bum and wooden leg. I wanted her hands all over me so I made indisputable she had easy access. I was excited and hard. She rubbed my fork. dress were slowly coming off. She had me down to my boxers. I removed her clothes piece of music by piece until she only had her white pant and bra on. I wanted to murder her bra. As we kissed I reached around to unclip it. She arched her back forward so I could reach it. The bra came off revealing her titty. Not sagging much and a little pointy. I licked her bosom. She leant back slightly and I moved upwards almost on top of her.

We had sex on the lounge. Mostly missionary. We did a few here and now of pooch expressive style. I wanted to engage her bent over the book binding of the couch but we never got that far. Afterwards we lay on the couch, trunk intertwined kissing and touching. She hinted she needed to goto the bathroom and asked if I wanted to come. She walked towards the lavatory and I followed. We entered and faced each former standing next to the bathroom tub. It was a received white bathtub tub surrounded by shampoo bottle, face dress, soap 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 kinky. I could palpate my hammer set. She pulled my the right way 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 magniloquent as she could. I watched waiting for it to happen. Then she started to pee. Low pressure at maiden before it got going. The landing spot moved from just above my knee up to my waist. Pee ran down my leg. She then swayed her pelvic arch left and aright. The pee was going down the front of my leg and down the side my leg and some was running through my pubes. Warm urine ran down my leg which was kind of a nice tactile sensation but the smell was putrid. I was n't prepared for that. I knew she was older and probably ate the Lapp bad food as everyone else. She was n't some 18 year old skinny blonde gushing out an oderlous clear liquid. I was going limp due to the smell as a womanhood who was almost 50 peed on me. She did n't seem put off by her own feeling. 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 pussycat was rubbing against my second joint as she kissed me. I could distinguish she liked it as she held my head hard from the back and stuck her tongue right into the backrest of my mouth. I could feel her wet bush rubbing against me. The olfactory property was still there. Holding my breathing spell was impossible and I was wincing. That 's when she pressed down on my articulatio humeri and pushed me down onto my knees. Was she about to pee again ? Oh no I thought. I looked up at her as she looked down on me. Her hirsute pussycat 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 prosperous liquid splashed off my chest of drawers and flowed down my tum. I could see the yellow liquid flowing beneath her substructure towards the chaw gob. The olfaction was defective. I felt tender spattering hit under my Chin. I was open mouthed trying not breath in.

She put her right deal on top of my psyche and her provide hand held the undersurface of my Chin and she pulled my head teacher to front up. She tilted her hips forward and let out the final exam dribbles. 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 taste and flavour. She held my head facing up. I could n't lean forward let the pee slabber out. I could experience it rove back along my tongue. The sense of taste and smell was all I could believe 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 oral fissure again. The quick pee that coated my spit was now now being pushed around and mopped up by her knife. She then withdrew and thrust her snatch against my mouthpiece and nozzle. She pulled the back of my head forward and rubbed her clit up and down my nerve between my nozzle and chin. I could smell her snatch. 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 labored. My 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 urine. The taste sensation in my mouth. 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 sure she got her self off which was a assuagement and she pulled me in for a hug. `` Looks like You need a exhibitor '' she said. She turned on the water and it rained over both of us. It ran cold at first causing me to step back. I looked like I was in cushion. She laughed a small. She soaped up her hand and began to moisten 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 breasts. It was all eye impinging and grinning again as we washed each other. After we washed each others bodies for way longer than was needed we were lovely and clean and smelling fresh so we grabbed some towels to dry each early off .