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Miriam I was introduced to pee play by my first wife, fairly early in our marriage. It was kind of a natural progression from our normal sex practices at the time. Linda liked being on top. That gave her more control over the how she was stimulated. And she liked being stimulated orally, which meant she spent a lot of time with her pussy positioned above my mouth. Back then, the second most popular risqué magazine had a section up front where letters from readers were printed, in which readers recounted their sexual escapades. Collections of these letters were also published in thin paperback volumes. Linda bought one of these volumes and therein read a letter from a woman who described exactly the sort of sex we commonly practiced, except she liked to pee in her husband's mouth as she approached orgasm. She claimed doing that gave her extremely satisfying orgasms. So, of course, Linda wanted to try that too. I figured our bed was going to get pretty messy, but I agreed to give it a try. Things were kind of messy that first time, but Linda really got off on having me drink her pee, and I found it pretty stimulating as well. Over the course of the next few days, we figured out how to coordinate things between us, and I could drink her dry without spilling a drop. And she had great orgasms. Over the next few years, pee play became a dominant part of our sex life. In particular, Linda liked to begin the day with an orgasm boosted by pee play, and I came to like the strong flavor of her first morning pee. And then one night, while driving alone, she crossed the centerline in a curve and our pee play came to a crashing end. After a time, I began looking for someone new, with the idea of enjoying pee play with that someone. Not the easiest thing to accomplish. The Internet was more or less in its infancy back then, so hookup websites like this one did not exist. Or if they did, I never found them. But I did find a website that featured a discussion forum on the subject of golden showers. Through this site, eventually I began exchanging emails with a woman named Miriam, who lived clear across the continent in California. We both wanted to meet, but the logistics were complicated, and we knew that we were too "geographically incompatible" for anything serious ever to develop. However, I had to fly out to San Francisco for a trade show, and I drove down to Monterey to meet Miriam when the show concluded. This is the story of that visit. We had arranged to meet at an Italian restaurant. I assumed that Miriam wanted the security of meeting for the first time on neutral ground, but when I arrived at the restaurant and saw the table she had reserved, I began to suspect that other considerations may have played a role in her planning. The table was in a booth in a dimly lit back corner of the restaurant. The high backs of the booth all but concealed us from the other restaurant guests and a long tablecloth hung like a tent over the open end of the table. Anything that went on underneath that table would go unobserved – even by the wait staff. Miriam had dropped some hints that our first meeting would be something special, and I began to realize what that “something special“ was going to be. Thoughts of how Miriam might be planning to exploit this “public“ privacy, so filled my mind that I scarcely could focus well enough to introduce myself and get through the “getting to know you” small talk. We had our wine and appetizers and we both knew there would be a substantial wait before our entrées arrived. Miriam looked at me and announced very simply, “I’m dying to pee.” And then she waited expectantly, with a little Mona Lisa smile on her face. My heart skipped a beat, literally. Any rational thoughts disappeared from my head and all I could think of was the lascivious act I was about to perform – in public. I leaned to one side and slipped under the table. The table had rustic trestle legs at either end, leaving the center free and further obstructing any outside view of the proceedings. It was dim under the table, but still bright enough to allow me to see clearly. Miriam had pushed the back of her skirt up behind her and she was sitting directly on the bench seat of the booth. As I moved under the table, she slid forward and spread her legs wide apart. She wasn’t wearing panties. She was shaved. Her labia were swollen with sexual arousal. I caught the faint shimmer of moisture and the musky scent of a woman in heat. Absolutely consumed with lust, I forgot anything and everything except my desire to taste her and I dove right in. I probed deeply into her vagina with my tongue and she started to pee almost immediately. Her pee was hot, strong and salty, but surprisingly sweet at the same time. I was in heaven. Her stream was a bit weak at first, but built steadily in volume until it became a veritable gusher. I had never practiced the art of swallowing while in this position and I had trouble keeping up. But I got better control after the first few wild gulps and I was able to enjoy the sensation of her pee spurting against my tongue as it filled my mouth. I drank it down without difficulty. After maybe thirty seconds, her stream slowed to a dribble and then stopped. I had lost no more than a few drops. I began to lick Miriam clean and then became truly aware of her clitoris. It was swollen to an amazing degree. I had read a description of a woman’s genitalia as being a “little man standing in a boat”. For the first time (in my admittedly limited experience), I understood the true meaning of this description. I turned my attention to Miriam’s clitoris, alternately sucking, nibbling, pressing hard with my tongue and giving it butterfly kisses with the tip of my tongue. I was having a glorious time. Miriam was too. She grabbed handfuls of my hair and pulled my face hard into her pussy. I could feel spasms in her thigh muscles and see her abdominal muscles clenching for her impending orgasm. I did have enough clarity of thought to wonder how she would appear above table level. Could she remain cool and detached with that Mona Lisa smile, or was some of the frenzied passion below the table leaking out above as well? As Miriam heaved in orgasm, I ended my assault on her clitoris and contented myself with a few gentle licks to her vaginal area. She shuddered with each lick, but continued to hold my head close. Then she began to relax and released her hold on my hair. I took that as a sign she was finished, so I gave her beautiful vulva one last quick kiss, gave her an affectionate squeeze on the thigh and maneuvered myself back out from under the table. I had been under the table (I believe) for little more than two minutes. Back in my seat, I wiped my mouth and nose with my napkin and combed my hair back into submission with my fingers. Miriam’s face was flushed and there were red splotches on the portion of her chest that was visible above her low-cut blouse. Her Mona Lisa smile had been replaced with a wicked grin. “Wow!” she exclaimed breathlessly. “We’ll have to repeat that later when we won’t have to be so inhibited.” “Inhibited??” I thought. “She calls this inhibited?” We finished our meal literally as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place. I can’t recall now what we talked about, mostly because my mind was filled with thoughts of later, without inhibitions. But Miriam later said I held up my end of the conversation well enough. I settled the check and we left. Nobody ever gave any indication that our extracurricular activities had been observed. I followed Miriam back to her apartment, managing somehow not to wreck the rental car. I was trembling in anticipation. Once inside, we wasted no time before moving into round two, but this time we took the time to enjoy the process. I slowly removed Miriam’s clothing while exploring her body and giving her pleasure through my explorations. She reciprocated in kind. There wasn’t much conversation. We gravitated towards the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind us. I say slowly, but it couldn’t have taken us more than five minutes to end up naked on the bed with me on my back and Miriam kneeling astride my waist. She pressed down hard on my belly with her pussy, rubbing herself around sensuously while slowly working her way forward toward my face. I got my arms down at my sides so, as she came forward, I could reach up from behind and cup her buttocks in my hands. Miriam would rise up to inch forward, giving me a tantalizing view of the pussy I knew soon would be pressed to my face, and then drop down to grind her pussy into my chest. The wicked grin on her face made it clear she knew the effect she was having on me. It was incredibly stimulating. Finally, Miriam was poised with her sopping, engorged pussy spread wide just above my face. I could wait no more and pulled her vigorously to my mouth. She moaned and writhed with pleasure. She leaned back and rested her shoulders on my knees, which I had drawn up like the back of a beach chair. And then she began to pee. Miriam did not simply let loose as she had in the restaurant. She would release a mouthful and then stop, taking time to grind her pussy into my face and giving me time to enjoy the flavor and the moment before swallowing at some leisure. I would have a moment to probe her vagina with my tongue or give her clitoris some attention and then she would begin to pee again. Each squirt of pee into my mouth caused a jolt of excitement and arousal to shoot through me like an electric shock. This was everything I had fantasized about and more. This continued through three or four cycles, but Miriam’s passion was increasing and I could tell she was approaching a climax. As her muscles begin to clench, she let loose everything she had left in one long, final spurt and then ground herself furiously against my face. As the shudders of her orgasm passed, she abruptly flipped off to one side and pulled me over on top of her. “I want you inside me,” she panted. I was more than ready to oblige. There was no technique, no style. I simply plunged in to the hilt and began to hammer away. Miriam met every thrust energetically and began to climax again almost at once. Which was fortunate, because I wasn’t good for more than maybe a dozen strokes. I tried to hold back, but all I could see in my mind was that tantalizing view of her pussy hovering above my face and I still had the rich, salty taste of her pee in my mouth. There was no holding back. My orgasm drained me completely, both physically and mentally. I collapsed on top of Miriam like I was dead. But Miriam wasn’t finished with me and, surprisingly enough, I found I wasn’t finished with her. My erection did not simply wither away like it normally does. She continued a slow, rhythmic rocking motion of her pelvis that was extremely pleasurable to both of us. It allowed the violent sensations of our orgasms to transition over into a warm feeling of well being and intimacy. And then she said, “I want you to pee inside me.” That was something entirely new for me. It took some effort to get my flow started, but once started, the sensation was incredible. Miriam reached down and held herself closed around the shaft of my penis. As I filled her vagina, it expanded so I all I could feel was the warmth of my own pee encompassing my penis inside her body. Then she asked me to stop and withdraw very carefully. I did so. We wet her bed to some extent, but not as much as you might imagine. Miriam then had me lie back on the bed while she positioned herself above my face, still pressing her labia to hold my pee inside her. I knew what she was about to do and the electric thrill of the impending act brought my penis back to full life. Miriam dropped down on my open mouth and pulled her hand free. A full load of my own pee shot into my mouth, mixed with my own semen and Miriam’s secretions. More than the flavor, the sheer perversion of what I held in my mouth and the method of delivery excited me beyond belief. I swallowed slowly, loathe to end the moment. I could feel Miriam strain as she tried to coax just a bit more pee from her bladder. I opened wide to accept this last offering. It took a few moments, but she finally was able to give me one last solid squirt. Then she rubbed herself dreamily on my face. After that, we were exhausted and all we wanted to do was snuggle. Miriam asked me to stay the night, which I wasn’t about to refuse, but I did insist that I had to be out by six the next morning in order to catch my flight home out of SFO. We cleaned up a bit and went to bed. When the alarm went off the next morning, I awoke, hoping Miriam would be in the mood for a little more pee play. I wasn’t disappointed. She smiled at me and stated, “This one’s for you.” She swung around into a 69 position and took my penis in her mouth. I was staring up at her glorious, shaved pussy just inches away from my mouth. The certain knowledge of what was coming brought me to life instantly. She dropped down so I could tongue her vagina and clitoris. After a few seconds, I stopped and simply pressed my open mouth to her urethral opening. Almost immediately, Miriam flooded my mouth with a burst of rich, warm pee. Her morning pee was much stronger than her pee from the night before and it had a different flavor. It was wonderful. I swallowed quickly and opened wide for more. My penis was throbbing with the excitement of the act and the tender ministrations Miriam was giving it. She again filled my mouth with her warm, salty pee and redoubled her efforts on my penis. When she could sense that I was about to climax, she opened the flood gates and emptied herself totally in one long burst. I drank it all down greedily and had a most wonderful orgasm right in the middle of the act. It was like old times with Linda. I was never able to visit Miriam again. The timing was problematic, then I met someone and she met someone. It just never happened. But I often think of our restaurant escapade with great fondness. If there is another “Miriam” out there reading this, maybe we can arrange to meet – at an Italian restaurant with a secluded booth?? |
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