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I have had a fascination with the sight and sound of women peeing for as long as I can remember. Indeed, I began fantasizing about having my cock bathed in a hot, steaming gush of pee long before I ever heard the words ?golden shower?. In my late twenties, I actually considered visiting an escort who specialized in such things but I was ultimately too frightened to go through with the plan and it never happened. Accordingly, my fantasies of pee-sex remained unfulfilled except while stroking myself to images and videos I found on the internet.* Until now, that is?@@@-@@@ Since this past autumn, I have been involved with a really lovely, sexy girl by the name of Anya, and I think of her, sort of, as my girlfriend. I say ?sort of? because, in truth, our relationship is really hard to define. Neither of us is seeing anybody else and we spend most of our time in each other?s company, even though we live in separate residences and only occasionally share a bed together. I suppose I love her, and she seems to have genuine affection for me, but whether we can be called lovers in the proper and usual sense of the word is difficult to figure out? Before I explain further, let me say that I found Anya instantly, almost desperately, attractive the moment I saw her for the first time. She is taller than me, by an inch or so, but she gives the appearance of being taller still because, whereas I am quite stocky, she is very slender. She has long, very straight, jet-black hair that falls to her shoulders and she has her bangs cut in a straight line right across at the level of her eyebrows. She also wears very dark eye-makeup, rather like a Goth, and this, accentuating as it does the deep, smokiness of her eyes, really adds to her mysterious allure. As to her figure, Anya?s breasts, though quite small, are pretty indeed and she has a delicious, heart-shaped bottom that most men (indeed women) would kill for. She is desirable, and makes me want her but, even worse than the off-hand state of our ?relationship? (such as it is), is the fact that she has never let me fuck her. Never has? Never will. Period. She is strange about that. She has told me that she finds the ?humping and bumping? almanbahis (as she puts it) ludicrous. She has no interest in having a cock inside her and seems to find it unfathomable that other women do. Now, you may, on reading that, come to the conclusion that she doesn?t enjoy sex but in that you?d be wrong. She is in fact a very sexual person and I?m sometimes hard pressed to keep up? What Anya likes is oral sex. Lots of it. She wants (no, demands) it frequently, and she likes it for long periods. I have no problem with that, of course. Anya doesn?t shave, neither pubes nor armpits (which is fine, by me) and putting my face down into her hot, steamy bush is incredibly, intoxicatingly exciting. Sometimes, when she is especially horny, she also wants me to pay attention to her asshole as well and will sometimes begin a session by presenting her delectable bottom to me in an unspoken, but clear invitation to worship and service her delectable little opening, Again, I am more than happy to please her that way. My releases, much less frequent than hers, come mainly by way of hand-jobs. Sometimes, Anya lets me bring myself off between her thighs, and sometimes between, or more accurately, against her tits. Twice, after servicing her bottom orally, she has also let me slide my cock between her cheeks so that I came over the small of her back. Mostly though, and mainly because Anya loves watching me ejaculate, she uses her hand (sometimes squatting with her pussy or ass pressed squarely on my mouth) and gets me off that way. I?m happy with that, for the most part, and sometimes I can quite cheerfully forego the pleasure of intercourse because she is so fucking skilled at what she does for me? Anyway? To bring this story around to the actual point, my interest (my desire) for pee play didn?t seem like something that would ever happen. Not at present anyway. It just wasn?t a subject I felt I could broach, despite Anya?s deep, sometimes kinky sexuality, and I pretty much got used to the idea of this being nothing but a private, very intense fantasy. Then ? It happened?@@@-@@@ One Sunday afternoon, I was over at Anya?s. She was busy at her computer with some project almanbahis yeni giriş for work and I took the opportunity to pop down and use the gym in the basement of her apartment complex. Afterwards, I came back up to shower and then, when I was done, I located a pair of her nail clippers and tried to remove an irritating and painful hangnail I had develop on my right foot. I was attending to this task, still naked, with the foot in question resting on the edge of the tub, when Anya walked in. She was wearing nothing but a pair of panties (which is how she prefers to lounge around the house), and she waked over to the toilet, slid the panties off and sat down. Now, I need to mention at this point that, when it came to the bathroom, we had never laid down any specific rules about what was private and what was not. There was no special reason for this as the subject had just never came up. She did her business while I was elsewhere and I did mine alone a well. Accordingly, I was a little taken aback when she plopped herself down in front of me like that and I stopped what I was doing. ?Go about your business,? Anya said, with a dismissive flip of her hand. When I didn?t reply, still staring in surprise, she rolled her eyes. ?Were you maybe planning to just stand there and watch me pee, then?? she asked. Again, I had no idea what to say. The idea of watching her was certainly an exciting one, of course, but it didn?t seem as though she were actually inviting me and I didn?t dare communicate my interest. You can imagine my shock then when she shrugged in acceptance. ?Well, you can?t see anything from up there,? she said. ?Come over here.? Holy Shit? I didn?t need to be told twice and I stepped out of the tub to stand before her. She motioned for me to lower myself and I kneeled on the floor, just inches away from the toilet. My cock was already beginning to harden. ?Are you ready?? Anya asked. She sat with her hands resting on her knees, her thighs apart, and there was a moment of silence as her stomach tensed and she strained to let go. It took a few seconds but then the first tentative drops tinkled musically into the bowl, splattering against almanbahis giriş the porcelain. Her bush, as I have said, was very full and I couldn?t see much until her stream suddenly burst from her in a thick, golden jet. As I watched, she scooted back on the seat a little and spread her legs wider. I was entranced by the sight but I managed to tear my eyes away for a second and I saw that she was staring at me intently. Her eyes were glistening and I could see that she was getting turned on. ?God, this does excite you, doesn?t it?? she said. My cock was straining now, my erection pointing right towards the dark patch between her legs. She leaned back even further and used the fingers of both hands to spread the lips of her pussy so that I could see the pinkness within. Her stream was finger thick, emerging, I could see, from just beneath the upper margin of her inner labia. Above it, her clit poked through in obvious tumescence. ?You want to be peed on too, don?t you?? she asked suddenly. There was a note of wonder in her voice as if she had suddenly had a revelation. ?Maybe all over your cock?? I knew she was staring at me speculatively but I couldn?t meet her eyes. Still entranced by the hypnotic column of gushing urine and the bubbling, thrumming sound as it met the toilet water, I could only nod dumbly, wishing the moment could last forever. All too soon, of course, the stream dwindled away to a final few drops. Anya stood up immediately and by the time I climbed to my feet she was already beginning to pull her panties back on. I was desperately aroused now. I wanted to eat her, to fuck her, to bury my tongue deep in her ass, but she was having none of it. She swatted my cock, making it bounce. ?I don?t have time to deal with that, right now,? she told me. ?I have work to do still.? She turned to leave then, but stopped by the bathroom door. This time, when she spoke, her voice was a little softer. ?Maybe later we can see what we can do for you,? she said.@@@-@@@ The rest of the afternoon and early evening seemed to pass in agonizing slowness. We ordered Chinese for supper and afterwards watched a documentary that Anya had been wanting to see. Usually, when Anya is horny and plans to do something about it later, she gives me little signals, some intentional, some unconscious. On this particular night, however, she gave me nothing and I was beginning to think I was going to be disappointed.