Peeing at Its Finest

It must have been at least 12 months since we last saw each other. We live with the longing, unbearable yet we survive it. When we finally got together, we must have made out in the car for half an hour. Our mouths connected we held each other, arms wrapped tight. Our heat mingled. Our heartbeats thudded against one another. We touched but not like what you’d think. Our first moments of reunion were long and spent savoring each other, reconnecting in real time, in the present. This time, we were too early for our hotel and went to have lunch first. We sat next to each other, fed each other. Our hands were busy under the table. Our desire mounted. Our appetites could not wait. I would have slid down under the table and made a meal out of him but that would not have been enough for either of us.

He looked at the time and said he cannot wait. He grabbed me by the hand and we went into the men’s room after he peeked inside. He pulled me into a stall. We both lost our logical minds, overcame with lust and enormous need for each other. My dress got pushed up and panties ripped off. I sat down on the toilet seat to put my heels back on probably knowing I need the height to fuck standing. I have a handful of things in which I have no sexual interest and that “golden shower” stuff is one of them. But as I sat there slipping my feet into my shoes, staring at his cock in front of my face, I spread my legs and my hands held open my pussy. I tilted my hips forward. Somehow we crossed this border simultaneously. He commanded me to expose my clit and to hold still. Then the words came out of my mouth, “pee on my clit.” “Cum for me, my sweet cunt,” he whispered after a few tricky seconds of positioning. His pee took aim and went full force on my clit. I came so very hard and before I finished, his cock was deep inside me, slamming me hard against the door of the stall. His mouth was sealed on mine to muffle down my screams. Our orgasms were super nova intense and rocked us to the core.