I was in Greece on vacation and visited a restaurant at the beach. Had to go to the restroom but the men’s room was closed for repair. A sign pointed to the ladies room. Went there but it was occupied. A quite nice lady in her maybe 50s came out and I went in after her and the white toilet seat was full of yellow piss as the bowl. No toilet paper and a distinct smell of fresh and old piss in the bathroom. I got so turned on I just wasted to rub my dick against all her piss sprinkles.

Chapter 4     The Mercedes taxi stopped at a two-story modern style villa. Music was playing loudly from inside, and numerous silhouettes could be seen through the darkened panoramic windows. The door was open as expected. Walking through the house, Liz tried to find familiar faces. A couple of guys from her university invited her to the bar for 3 shots for being late. Liz drank them without thinking and felt dizzy. “I need to move to another place... I won’t last long here.” A barbecue was being grilled in the courtyard, and the sounds of a disco were heard from the adjacent room. Liz immediately merged with the raging crowd of drunken students. She drank only cola so as not to get drunk, but at the same time quickly fill her belly. Guys tried to meet her several times, but that wasn’t what she wanted this evening. Liz quickly became bored with the dances and loud music, so she took a glass of champagne and continued exploring the house.     She went up to the second floor in the hope that it would be more private. And so it turned out, although a couple of times she opened the doors of the rooms and found secluded couples there. In one of the rooms she even saw two guys having sex with one girl on a spacious bed. The girl gave a blowjob to one of them while standing on all fours while the second fucked her from behind. After watching them for a moment, Liz felt her pussy moisten. She opened the furthest door on the floor. To her great joy, it was the master bedroom and it was empty. In fact, Liz didn't know what exactly she wanted to do. She was pleased just by the fact that she was now in the heart of someone else's home and could do whatever she wanted to do. Her heart was pounding wildly as she walked through the luxuriously furnished bedroom and pushed open the glass doors to reveal a huge dressing room.     Liz felt powerful. She put her clutch on the table and rummaged through underwear drawer, trying to find something interesting. Taking Agent Provocateur lace panties out of the drawer and taking them with both hands, she stretched them with all her force. It turned out to be more difficult than in the imagination, but still the thin fabric of the lace gave in and Liz tore them apart, throwing them back into the drawer. A fiery interest flared up inside her. Taking other panties, Liz repeated her actions. It gave her great pleasure to feel the thin fabric tearing in her hands.     The girl eagerly examined the luxurious wardrobe of the owner of the house. The next step, she grabbed the dress on the hanger and pulled it with all her strength. The strap torn and the dress fell to the floor. Liz stepped on him and trampled, leaving some dirt on it. She was very afraid that someone would come in, but she couldn't refuse such an ideal opportunity, the stakes grew with every minute that she stayed here. There were so many people in the house seeking privacy that at any moment someone could come in and see what she was doing.     Taking the Hermes bag from the shelf, Liz twirled it in her hands, admiring it. A sudden idea came to her mind. Returning to the bedroom, she rummaged around in the desk and pulled out a pair of scissors. She took the bag and pressed with a sharp blade, leaving a mark on the expensive leather. Raising the chair, she threw the bag under it, lowering the leg exactly on it. The massive chair, which the fragile girl could barely lift, crushed the $6,000 bag beyond repair. Liz was very wet. She returned to the closet and, with a couple of light strokes of the scissors, cut the straps off several dresses that were falling at her feet. She placed the blade against the wooden closet door and drew it, leaving a deep scratch. Throwing the scissors onto the shelf, she kicked the fallen things inside to hide her actions. She was shaking with excitement. Lifting her dress, she began to furiously rub her pussy, which was leaking like never before. Liz lay down on the master bed, leaning back against the soft pillows. Sprays flew onto the snow-white blanket and a few moments later she came violently, releasing a whole stream onto the bed and relaxing her whole body, sinking into the soft bed. Only when she felt that her thighs were too wet did Liz realize that the squirt had turned into something more and she was peeing.     Apparently these were the consequences of alcohol combined with the most powerful orgasm of her life. She rolled onto the dry side of the bed and continued to calmly pee on the unprotected bed. She felt so relaxed that when she finished, she lazily walked to the mirror. Her dress was all wet with urine, especially at the back, and it also smelled like it. Pulling it off, she casually wiped it with some blouse from the closet and threw it back on the shelf. She chose black leggings and a cream silk lingerie set, and threw a denim jacket on top. Her shoes looked weird with her new look, so she changed them for Gucci logo sneakers. “I can’t leave the clothes they saw me in here!” - a thought flashed through her head. One of the guys definitely remembered her dress. Taking a LV backpack from the closet, she threw inside her wet dress, shoes and her clutch. Liz turned around to quickly leave the room, when she suddenly noticed Emily standing near the bed and carefully looking around what was happening with obvious interest in her eyes.     Liz was dumbfounded when she saw her. She suddenly became very afraid of the consequences that could follow. She looked at her with her sly gaze.     — Nice party, isn't it? Liz nodded silently, not daring to speak. Emily walked around the room, looking at the mess.     — So you like such games... Do you think the house owner will appreciate it if we call her now?     Emily held up her Gucci dress and looked closely at the scissor mark.     — It costs more than a thousand dollars, right? I'm not good at this.     — Yes, I think more... Please don’t tell anyone about this, I beg you... Emily walked around the room again. Taking out her iPhone, she took several pictures of the room and a confused Liz, who unsuccessfully tried to hide her face, but it was too late.     — A bed, a bag, several dresses... I think it’s 10 thousand, maybe more! Do you want me to hide this? — She looked sarcastically at Liz. “And if you add the damage to your reputation, it’s even worse.”     — Please... don’t... — Liz almost cried while saying these words.     — Don't worry, I won't give you up. But for this help you will also owe something,” she pulled down her jeans and panties and squatted over the mountain of dresses, let out a gurgling stream of piss. Liz just watched this silently. Having finished, Emily without looking took the first blouse she came across from the shelf, wiped herself with it and threw it into the puddle.     — Come on, we need to get out of here. Emily opened the door slightly, there was no one there. None of the guests paid attention to the two girls who left the mansion and were heading towards a Ford parked on the side of the road.

I must be one of a rare breed of guys who doesn't think blow jobs are a big deal. Like, if I just want to get off I can do that myself. I'd much rather touch and explore a woman's body, in ways I can only do with a woman I'm close to, than lie there with my dick in her mouth.

Does your stream actually hit/tickle your clit and/or labia as it exits? or is there something about the release of pressure from the bladder that stimulates you sexually? As a guy, I can say that there's no connection between peeing and arousal in that sense. In other words, even when very hard and a few rubs away from orgasm, peeing doesn't stimulate any sort of sexual sensation. If anything it does the opposite, telling the body to stay in "peeing mode" longer. Now, the idea of peeing under certain circumstances can provoke sexual thoughts, but it doesn't produce erotic physical sensations.   Hmm. So another woman who experiences that--there must be something to this. 

I wouldn’t hesitate to join a woman pissing at the urinal but I would worry about getting kicken out from the club if I was seen by others with a huge erection. I would make sure I got all her piss on my dick 😋