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It’s been literally forever since I’ve posted it had any worthwhile, memorable sightings or experiences.  A couple times I’ve seen the roadside car doors open to imitate a stall with a female squatting to pee and either doing so or adjusting their jeans after the deed was finished.  Just enough to get some blood pumping and an erection, but certainly not exciting enough to document.

That was until today.  Probably one of the absolute most exhilarating and memorable experiences I’ve ever had was on this day, Sunday 8-20-2023.  
 

I had to work which meant the day wasn’t all that great.  7/12’s have me in zombie mode as it is.  I drive for a living, locally.  A fuel truck to be extremely specific, but nonetheless.  Anyways, I happened to be traveling in West Virginia.  Route 50 in Bridgeport/Clarksburg to be specific.  So, as I’m traveling, I’m headed east, getting ready to exit onto I-79 North.  Coming down to the Route 50 overpass that carries the route over top of I-79, I observed a gold sedan stopped on the opposite side shoulder of the overpass (westbound side.).  Nothing looked abnormal from distance aside from the passenger door being opened wide and against the concrete barrier wall.  
 

First thing that came to mind was, surely what’s going on is a female is using the door and the wall as a shield to relieve herself.  So, of course I’m looking as I pass.  I noticed a slim blonde, very nice figure, nearly perfect tan in the passenger seat still sitting, facing sideways out of the car door towards the barrier and side of the overpass.  Thankfully, being in a high profile vehicle, I could see that she was wearing a slim fitting blue dress.  She had it hiked up and not saying that she didn’t have panties on, but I didn’t observe any in passing by.  It was only her, no one else in the vicinity.  Driver’s seat was empty, and only the front door was propped, so it was clear from seeing her bare legs out of my convex mirror as I passed that she had no one else over there.  Now, I figured pretty basic that she had probably just pulled over, hopped to the passenger side, opened the door, peed at the edge of the road, and that was it.  Did I ever get a surprise, though.  
 

Luckily, my light was green so I continued onto the exit and the get on ramp for I-79 North.  Now, since the ramp passed under Route 50, it meant that she was directly above the ramp I was on.  As I rounded the ramp and crossed underneath the overpass, I’d noticed a broken stream falling from directly above where she and the gold sedan were positioned.  A smallish puddle was already formed on the interstate below from the stream.  My thoughts were “surely not”, but everything points to yes, that’s what was really happening.  So, I traveled directly under the line of fire.  The corner of my windshield and arm out the window getting hit. I’d noticed it was rather warm, but had no distinct smell.  I’m not going to lie, the thought and urge to stick my tongue on the liquid on my arm was quite high, but I refrained.  Looking in my mirror, I’d noticed the stream was actually coming from the same place as the open door.  You could make out that it was a high arch projecting over the concrete barrier.  I have zero doubts that I got pissed on by that very fine female today and it made my day at work all so worth it!  Surely such antics were fetish fueled as such a deed is naughty and erotic as fuck.  Totally made my day, though.  Just wish that she’d know that if she was aiming to give someone an inadvertent golden shower, mission accomplished and well enjoyed on my end!  

So, over the past few months, I've been dating a certain girl. We've been taking things a bit slow as at the age of 24 and plenty of failed relationships, I feel this might be "the one."

I'll give you a but of a visual of my girlfriend as she's a fairly nice catch. She stands about 5'5, has jet black hair just down past her shoulders. Her hair has a natural scrunched look to it. Her tits aren't all that impressive at a 34 B, but there's still a handful there and they fit her body quite well. She weighs about 125 lbs, has a nice, bubble butt, thick thighs, a flat stomach, and very toned arms. She works out quite regularly.. Her skin complexion is quite dark and she has small, slightly puffy nipples that nearly match her skin tone. She's quite young at 20 years old. She'll be 21 in three weeks.

Anyways, a few weeks after we had started dating, we had sex for the first time. I've never felt a girl get so wet before during sex. She literally soaked the sheets on my bed. A few more weeks passed and our sex got wilder and wilder as we began doing it more often and in new places. During this time I left her know how much I enjoyed how wet she got during our escapades and left subtle hints about my fetish, although I never completely told her and she hadn't found out about my fetish yet.

Another couple weeks went by and we continued having sex on a nearly daily basis. She works night shift on the weekends, so she came home Saturday morning and crawled into bed with me. Of course, we both wanted it as we were so horny, so we began fooling around. Before we knew it, I was on top of her pounding it like never before. She was in pure ecstasy, but she managed to notify me that she hadn't used the restroom after work yet and she was getting the urge to pee. I knew this was the time for me to get a taste of my fetish satisfied by her so I reassured her that she didn't have to go too bad, I'd be done soon, she'd orgasm as she already had multiple times and then she could go.

Another couple minutes passed with me not letting up on the sex when finally she couldn't take the pressure anymore and left out a hot spurt of piss all over my dick and balls all while I was still inside of her. It felt so good that I nearly ejaculated right there, but for her she was embarrassed and petrified as my bed and sheets were soaked with her piss. I took the time to tell her how amazing it felt and how I didn't even care about my soaked bed. As a matter of fact, I pleaded with her to continue on with her wet fun, but it was to no avail.

Another week or so went past and we hadn't had anymore wet accidents until she once again came home from work and forgot to use the restroom. We began with foreplay before we stripped each other down and began to fuck. We started out as intercourse on the bed before she pleaded for doggy style on the floor. She once again notified me of her need to pee, but I once again begged her to stay and go after we had finished. She agreed. As we stood up to change positions, I made sure to finger her pussy the entire time. She was so pleasured by this that she forgot about her need to pee until she spurted a little gusher from the standing position soaking my hand and plastering my floor. Once again, she was petrified while I was in heaven! It was then that through all my reassuring that I believe that she began to put two and two together and figure out I may have a certain fetish. She never mentioned anything about it from there on our.

Fast forward until today. We had sex twice. The second time I made her go on top and I begged her to ride me until she came so many times that my dick and balls were covered in her cum. She did just that, but I wasn't ready to orgasm yet, so I made her continue riding my dick. A couple minutes after her last orgasm and bam, something hot and wet sprayed all over my dick, balls, and it drenched my stomach. She asked if she had squirted on me, to which I applied "you either squirted or peed on me, either way, do it again, please!

A few seconds went past and again, she soaked me. She made it seem as though she was squirting and avoiding my fetish, so I straight up asked her.

While she still hadn't acknowledged my fetish, I figured this was a good time to come completely clean. I told her how bad I wanted shower sex and how bad I wanted her to rinse my dick with her piss. Her reply was that she wasn't exactly into the fetish, but she'd be more than happy to accommodate me by emptying her bladder on my dick and balls. I couldn't believe my ears! She agreed to do something that wasn't a turn on for herself to pleasure me. She's again working night shift right now, but she gets off in five hours. In approximately 9 hours, I'm going to receive my first golden shower from her! I couldn't be more excited to receive her hot golden liquid and more thankful to have a girlfriend who's happy to please me even if it doesn't please herself and most of society finds that certain fetish gross.

Here's a story from several years ago from my Senior year in high school. It was a pretty hot experience and certainly will be an interesting read for anyone who's remotely interested in desperation. It takes place mid-way through my senior year and involves my, then math teacher.

It was a Friday and we had received a hefty snow storm the night before. We were operating on a two-hour delay which meant it was about to be a hectic day as class schedules would be messed up and many students wouldn't show up. I would have skipped myself but, Fridays were always special. Of course upon arriving to class, there was only 4 students present versus the 24 there should have been. It was me and three other girls.

While it was early, math class, and none of my friends had came to school, I wasn't distraught. Why? It has to do with the teacher and what's special about Fridays. My math teacher happened to be Ms. Gutoskis. She was extremely young for a teacher. At just 22 years old she had graduated college and followed her dreams, though. I believe she said her parents had emigrated from Hungary to the United States, I could be wrong. Either way, it was one of those Eastern European countries. She had the beauty that many Eastern European women are blessed with along with a slight, but extremely sexy accent. Despite this, she often told of her struggles growing up in America.

As for what made Fridays so special, it was one day out of the week that teachers could pay $20 to gain the ability to wear jeans and normal street clothes. While Ms. Gutoskis normally wore slacks, which were still sexy on her in their own right, a pair of tight fitting jeans put her over the top. She was the sole reason that I came to school on Fridays. My desk sat front row and diagonal from hers which meant that I could reach out and touch her as she sat at her desk and when she'd stand at the corner of her desk, her crotch would be right in front of me. The real treat was when she'd turn around and I'd get a face full of ass.

So, we were sitting in class and teachers were running late as they had a meeting to gather their schedules for the day due to the delay. It was about five minutes after the starting bell that Ms. Gutoskis came rushing through the door. She was apologetic for being late and rushed to her desk to unload her bag full of materials and sit her half drank cup of Starbucks cappuccino down. The way she was dressed really caught my eye today. She wore a light colored pair of washed out looking jeans. They were skin tight and had several small holes showing off her fit, tanned legs underneath. There was even a quarter sized hole in the butt of them that allowed her left, tanned, ass cheek to show through. The location indicated that she was either wearing a G-string or perhaps nothing at all. Upon removing her coat, she revealed a pink, skin tight, V-neck, short sleeve shirt. Her cleavage created by her perky tits shown at the top of her shirt. While her tits were by no means huge, they had to be a solid C cup and fit her hourglass shape perfectly. Her blonde highlighted hair fell mid-way down her back and it was done in loose curls. She looked as if she could be voted prom queen instead of a teacher. Her clothing revealed she had an obvious wild, rebellious side as it was a sort of "F you" to the school administrators.

She started class. It was going to be a short lesson as there was hardly anyone present. She took to the chalk board in front of me. I couldn't help but watch her ass cheeks bounce as she shifted her weight side to side as she wrote on the board. As she reached upward, her shirt would rise up and her back and belly would poke through below. It was certainly nice that she wasn't any taller than 5'4" as she was always reaching which meant she was always showing skin. As she continued to write, I couldn't help but notice what looked as if she were occasionally crossing her legs as if she were growing desperate for the bathroom. It wasn't much longer until my suspicions were confirmed as I caught her placing her hand between her legs and grabbing her crotch. Obviously, the Starbucks was working on her.

A few minutes had passed until she found herself perched on the corner of her desk, right in front of me. It was obvious she was using the desk to apply pressure to her pussy as she ground herself deeper and deeper against it. Of course, I'm sure she didn't realize that it was obvious what she was doing. A couple minutes of this and she finally cracked and called down to the office via intercom to try and get someone to come watch the class while she used the restroom. It was to no avail though. No one was available and all the teachers on our floor were tied up with their own students. We students realized her pain and embarrassment and tried to coerce her to just leave us for a few minutes, but a new policy prevented that.

The week before a teacher had left his class unattended only to return to find several students smoking pot out the window. This led to strict disciplinary action against the students and a new policy that meant students couldn't be left unattended for any period of time. Any teacher who broke the rule would face suspension without pay and be reprimanded in front of administrators to face additional action. Ms. Gutoskis expressed her dismay after the secretary on the intercom hung up. She mumbled under her breath: "F**king rules. It's not like I'm not an adult and I'm going to be gone for any period of time. Can't even take a piss in this damn building." I'm sure she meant to be silent, but her anger got the best of her when she mumbled it. It was obvious that she didn't care at that point in time, though.

She made her way back to the corner of the desk where she again sat against it trying to ward off her need to piss. We again tried to reassure her that we'd see to it that nothing would happen if she went to the restroom and left us alone. She wasn't comfortable with that, though.

"I can't leave you all here alone. That witch next door will report me before I even get out the door." Ms. Gutoskis said.

She was referring to the teacher in the next room over. She was also a younger teacher and it was obvious that she always tried to compete with Ms. Gutoskis in terms of beauty and sex appeal. Of course, she wasn't anything to turn your head at, but not even any of the 500 and some female students could compete with Ms. Gutoskis' looks.

Ms. Gutoskis continued to cross her legs and sit on the edge of her desk, but her need had grew beyond that. There was no more holding it. Since she was so close to me, I was the first to hear her little accident. It was a rather potent hiss as the crotch of her jeans turned dark immediately. She tried to secretly regain control, but to no avail. A second, slightly longer hiss became audible and this time, the pee shot through the fabric of her jeans and wetted the corner of her desk as well as the carpet, nearly where my feet were. This time she left out a little shriek and exclaimed "Oh no."

She had had enough. She made her way out of the room, running frantically. Of course, the girls in the room began questioning, "Did she really just pee herself?" I was witness to the whole thing and knew the answer, but said nothing. A few minutes had passed and Ms. Gutoskis had returned. Wet pants and all. She made her way into the room and revealed her jeans were soaked down to her knees. The butt of her jeans were completely saturated. I have to say that I literally felt for her. She stood at the front of the room and apologized for her accident and for any way she may have acted unprofessional. It was a heartfelt apology and anyone could relate to being caught short. She admitted she had no idea how to handle the situation and asked if we'd keep that mornings events quiet. Of course everyone agreed as she was a well liked teacher. She took her seat and allowed her jeans to dry naturally. She didn't even move for lunch, so I actually brought her lunch from the cafeteria to her.

I'm not even into the wetting thing, but looking back, this was the the definition of hot. If only she hadn't been so embarrassed, feared for her job, or felt so bad about the situation. It could have truly been something then!