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A group of us had gone to an outdoor concert. We had lawn seating and everyone was standing,  dancing, jumping around, very crowded. Of course we had alot of beer to drink and made plenty of trips to the restroom. During the second band a short rain shower passed through so everyone in the place was soaked. Coincidentally the line for the restroom got much shorter so I'm sure I wasn't the only one pissing myself. There was this girl in front of us sitting and puking, obviously too much to drink. I didn't have on underware because it was extremely hot that day. Towards the end of the concert I made my way behind her, she was hunched over holding her head. I let my stream of piss go, running down my shorts leg and right down her back. I probably should feel bad about it but the thought of pissing on a stranger overrode those feelings. 

    It was different for me, later in life. I played with my piss when I was a kid, but that seemed more out of curiosity than anything. When I was 19 I even witnessed 3 guys give a golden shower on the beach at night and that didn't really trigger anything. I was twenty-four I believe when I first was excited about a hot stream of urine.

    On some Saturday nights my ex and I would ride ATVs with a group of friends.  Among tlhem, was the girl that introduced me to my wife, we'll call her Kay. There was always beer to be drank at these rides which, in turn caused many breaks.  

      At this particular break I was parked near the outside of the group. My wife had walked away to chat with someone and Kay came over proclaiming that she had to piss. I was sitting sideways on my ATV facing the crowd am Kay walked around behind me. I didn't  think much of it at the time but as soon as I heard her heavy flow splash on the ground something stirred inside me. 

     It was like a primal urge to turn and see what made those beautiful sounds. I couldn't help myself. I turned to see her in the moonlight and diffused, shadowed headlights. She was there,  in a half squat, jeans around her knees, left hand bracing on my handlebar. I was at the perfect angle to see it all. Kay wasn't a small girl but not huge either. It was almost a spray coming from her thick pussy. It was loud, the only thing my mind let me hear then and it was beautiful.  I wanted to feel it. I guess she felt me watching  and looked up as she finished. She gave little grin and wiggled her ass to get the last drops off. I turned around as she pulled her pants up and nothing was ever said of it, but from then on I was hooked.