Sonnenschein

I did this once with a partner. I think we were at a cafe or maybe a museum, some kind of a public place anyways. He needed a pee and I wanted to join him in the bathroom. It was a men's bathroom with no urinals but 2 or 3 cubicles. 

When we entered, no one else was there, so we both got into the cubicle. I stood behind or rather to his side with us both facing the toilet while he unzipped his jeans. I grabbed his penis and tried to sort of pull back the foreskin. He started pissing and it went a bit all over the place. I was aiming at the toilet - honest - but had never done this before. 😃 It went mostly in the toilet, but a few drops on the seat and floor. He finally finished and zipped up again.

I think he found it more inconvenient than anything else. 😄 

I grabbed the small handheld shower that is typical in Finnish bathrooms and cleaned the mess a bit. (I'm all about the process, not the aftermath. )

As we were exiting the cubicle, another man came in the bathroom, but seemed more amused than upset that I was there.

Funny, I cannot remember which exactly was my first time receiving a golden shower either (just like I couldn't remember if the one I wrote about giving was the first one or just one of the first), but this is one of the first:

It was again with a man I met through a kinky site. This was summertime and we headed to his summer cottage. It was an old log cabin with a porch and a lovely yard leading down to a lake, complete with a typical small wooden pier that led into the lake. Oh and crucially, there were no sightlines from any neighbouring houses.

Now, we spent several hours there, pissing on the porch and the stairs and on each other, and loading up mostly on water. I had  even brought several changes of clothes so we could enjoy some partially clothed pissing and I could just change in between. 

I remember one golden shower best. I had a red sweater on and nothing else. He had on a pair of trousers and probably a t-shirt. He announced that he needed to piss again and led me to the wooden pier on the lake. 

I knelt down on the pier while he stood, so my face was close to his crotch level. I watched as he took out his slightly erect penis and directed it at my face. Then I closed my eyes to focus on the feeling.

I waited, eyes closed. I can still remember how excited I was. I only must have waited for seconds, but it was very hard to contain myself. Finally, I felt his warm piss on my cheek. I moaned a little. 

He continued pissing, directing his stream all around my face, where every nerve ending was fully tuned to the pleasure. The stream on my cheeks and near my mouth was orgasmic. 

After he had pissed for maybe 30 seconds, I opened my mouth. After some hesitation, he directed his piss into my mouth. I let it roll down my lips and tongue down my chin and onto the pier. There was a steady patter on the pier as his pee hit it after caressing my face. 

I closed my mouth again and he kept peeing everywhere on my face. Then it stopped. For a few seconds. I thought the pleasure was over, but he squeezed out more, peeing another 10-15 seconds as I moaned again. 

Then, finally, he was done. He wiped the last drops onto my sweater and put his penis away while remarking that he guessed I really like that. 

I thanked him and guided his hand to my pussy which was dripping wet. 

Oh, this was indeed a lovely memory for me. Hope you enjoyed it, too!

The first or one of the first times giving a golden shower was with a man I had met through a fetish site. He came to my apartment that had quite a small bathroom but just about large enough for a man to lay on the floor. 

So he lay down on the tiled floor, naked. I stood over him, one foot on each side of his body about at chest height. If memory serves, I was wearing a pink/red bra and pinkish cotton panties.

The prospect of what I was about to do was quite exciting but also made me nervous , so I took a while to get going. Finally, I was able to release control, and my pee wet my panties and flowed onto his chest and stomach. The pee flowed slowly for a while and he kept watching me intently. 

When I was finished, we both took a short shower. 

I think this was the first time. It wasn't as exciting as I'd hoped, but following times were better, as I had crossed the threshold.

All of you have such wild hotel stories, but I'll add mine despite it being more tame. 

A short while ago I stayed in a nice hotel room with its own small sauna and bathtub. 

I had been out for the day and came back to the hotel room in the early evening. Upon arriving, I almost used the toilet but then decided against it. 

Instead, I eyed my surroundings. The room was very pretty and I really didn't want to cause any lasting damage. But there was an interesting nook in the room, a bit like a walk-in closet, separated from the room by a curtain. The floor was hardwood. I pulled my trousers and underpants down, got in a high squat and peed a little on the floor. It felt good but very naughty. I didn't want to totally flood the floor so I stopped. 

Looking for somewhere a bit less naughty, I settled for the sauna. I sat down on the middle bench and had another wooden bench below me. I spread my legs and started peeing. The piss came slowly, creating a narrow long-lasting stream, hitting the wooden bench with a satisfying sound. After two minutes of very slow peeing, I stopped, thinking I was empty.

As I stood up, I realised I wasn't empty after all. So I stood on the wooden bench and let go again, standing this time. With a lovely splashing sound, my stream hit the bench and I went for almost another minute, with some pauses. 

I rinsed off the benches, took a quick shower and wiped off the small puddle from the closet floor. 

Then I needed to go again. It seems I hadn't been empty, after all. I stood in the corner of the hotel room and let out another small puddle onto the hardwood floor. Not wanting to release fully there, I headed back into the bathroom, sat on the edge of the bathtub and let out the remaining pee in there. 

The End

PS. The sauna seems a lot less naughty to me than what some of you get up to, but I love the sound of my pee hitting something hard, so it was still nice. I even filmed it and it sounds charming. 

Some years ago, I had my own office for a while. Once, I was particularly bored and distracted and in need of something fun to do. 

People were starting to leave and the whole corridor was getting empty. I needed to go quite soon, so I decided to wait until everyone had left. 

Once I was alone in this part of the building, I looked around my room. It was quite large but with few items of furniture. My own desk and chair were out of bounds, but there was a light green guest chair in the room. It had a wooden frame and just a  slightly padded seat. It would not do for a full release, but maybe a bit...

I hadn't planned any pissing activity, so I wasn't dressed for it specifically. I think I was wearing a short dress, pantyhose and boots. So I just lifted up the dress and rolled down the pantyhose and sat on the guest chair like I would on a toilet.

I needed to focus for a while to relax my bladder, but finally it opened and a stream of piss shot into the upholstered seat. It stopped again, as I was now both nervous and horny. 

I focused again to let loose and finally let loose another spray of piss. It left a narrow but quite long darkened spot on the fabric of the seat  and to my surprise , some even dribbled onto the floor. I left out a small moan.

But I had to stop here. This was my room and completely emptying my bladder here would not go undetected by the cleaning personnel. So with great effort, I stopped, pulled my pantyhose up and ran to the toilet to finish. 

The nearest toilet was an individual one, not a row of cubicles but more like a toilet at a home. I squatted on the floor and let out some more piss on the plastic floor, before finally finishing in the toilet.

The experience was enjoyable, but I really would have preferred to release my full bladder. Maybe that opportunity will present itself in the near future.

The trouble with loading up a bit to prepare for pee fun, is that I usually have to go again pretty soon after. This time I was home from my walk and needed to pee fairly urgently. As my boyfriend would soon be home from the shops, I didn't really have enough time to change into the dress, go outside, tidy myself and be innocent-looking by the time he got back.

So I decided to use the storage box on the balcony again. I had already noticed that releasing a full bladder into it was a problem as it would flow out from the bottom and I'd have to wash the floor again, conspicuously often. 

I may not fully understand how liquids work, since I decided to grab an old duvet or padded bedspread and place that in the box to piss on. 

Be that as it may, I pulled down my trousers and underpants and sat on the box as if on a toilet, which I find exciting. I started peeing and loving the feeling of release on my bladder. I even readjusted myself to pee onto a different part of the duvet to spread the pee more and give the duvet a chance to absorb it. It felt exhilarating. Even so, I decided to stop before I saturated the contents of the box. My bladder still half full, I stopped peeing and got up.

As I got up, however, I noticed that the pee had indeed made its way out of the box again. 🙈 Sod it, I thought, sat back down and released the rest of my pee into the box, not caring if it hit the unreliable duvet or whatever else. 

Obviously, the pee flowed out in full force while I was finishing my lengthy pee. 

Finally, I got up and wiped my pussy, went to get a bucket of water and rinsed off the telltale marks from the balcony floor. 

I wish I had my own yard where I could just easily step outside for a piss without all this hassle. I guess that needs to become a part of future house hunting criteria. 🤔 

I was at home and needed a pee. It wasn't urgent yet, so I decided to drink some more water first. 

It being summer, I wanted to go and GO outside again, so I put on a dress and sneakers, no panties. It rained slightly, so pretty much everything outside was wet, which must mean free reign to go anywhere, right? 

This time I left our yard to go to a tiny wooded area nearby. It is a kind of strip of woods between two larger roads, nice for a small walk and quite popular with dog owners. Because of the rain, however, there were very few people around. 

Not wanting to waste my pee just anywhere, I walked along the path, hoping to find somewhere a bit naughty but without risk of getting caught. I was feeling some desperation at this point, though, so I could not go far. 

Soon I spotted a smaller path leading to the back yard of an apartment building. At the end of the path stood, very invitingly, a set of benches and table. 

I strolled over to them and looked around. I was visible from the path, certainly, but with the rain, I figured my actions were not likely to be seen or heard. The apartment building itself was at an angle where nobody from there could easily see me. 

So I put one foot up on the bench and left the other on the ground, thus spreading my legs a bit but not doing anything as obvious as straddling the bench.

My bladder was very eager so I released my stream. It flowed partly onto the ground behind the bench, partly onto the bench, and I was happy to hear it splashing on the ground. I simply love hearing the stream hit something. 

I went steadily for about 15 seconds and then squeezed out some more fairly big squirts. It felt lovely.

After I was finished, I would have liked to wipe myself there, but I didn't dare. Instead I went up to the main path quite quickly. As I looked behind, I saw someone had just arrived in the yard, quite close to where I had just been. They were not looking in my direction, so they must not have heard me or realised what I was doing. 

Once on the main path, I looked around and wiped some splatter off my legs and a bit of pee from my pussy. I tried to do this quickly and furtively. 

Happy and empty, I went back home. 

Early on in our relationship, I told my boyfriend about my kink. He does not share it, unfortunately. He has peed on me twice in the shower, but rather reluctantly, which in turn made me feel a bit bad. Our sex life is not horribly active. Being a very practical person, I actually suggested a while back that we alternate: every other time we have vanilla sex and every other time we include my kink (probably just him pissing on me in the shower, nothing more extreme). He did not agree to this, so now we just have pretty infrequent vanilla sex.

I would really love to have a partner who enjoyed peeing on me or other aspects of the kink. I have had sex partners who have done that, but a relationship is different, because many things need to line up. 

Then again, there is a small part of me that wonders if I would be able to lead a normal life at all if my partner shared this kink, or would we just spend all hours engaging in piss-related fun.

Today, I decided to step out for a mid-morning pee. We live in an apartment and don't have our own yard, but the shared yard is large and there are spots where I can be a little less seen perhaps. 

I put on a dress with no panties again and went out.

I eyed the long wooden steps. I was hesitant as a puddle would definitely show for a while and while I wanted to see the puddle, I didn't want to get caught. Still, the appeal was very strong. I figured that on the top step, I could only be seen if someone walked up the steps right then. 

So I decided to go for it. I spread my legs but had to leave my dress down and let some piss flow onto the top step, where it made a lovely sound and a small puddle. I didn't dare release my whole bladder there. 

I walked down quickly and headed to the two opposing benches with a small platform between them that I had used as a toilet before. I lifted my dress out of the way as I sat with my bare bottom quite close to the edge of the seat. 

I glanced around a bit and then released my pee that slowly flowed onto the wooden planks. It felt beautiful and liberating to pee like this. 

My bladder is being a bit shy, though, so I have not yet released all. I am now still sitting on the same bench and hope to release a bit more still before heading home. 

After the work day, I went to the indoor swimming center with a friend. It had been a warm day and I had been drinking a fair amount of water.

We got ready and got in the pool where we swam and chatted for around 30 minutes. Towards the end I was starting to feel a need, but I didn't want to go in the water. 

As it was a warm day outside, it was fairly empty at the center, but we were by no means the only ones there. 

We got out and started walking past the other lanes and a booth where the personnel sits, towards the showers. I had peed during this walk last time, but the floor was wet then. Now the floor was fairly dry. Nevertheless, I still let out some pee, but quite carefully as I didn't want to get caught.

As soon as we rounded the corner to the women's shower area, however, I started pissing more, as the personnel could not see me anymore. 

My friend said she needed the toilet and made a sharp turn to enter the toilets. Well, I thought, I need the toilet too, but I am not going that way. 

Since I was now in the shower area alone, I walked briskly towards a shower all the while pissing at full force through my bikini bottoms. I was pushing the pee out fast while no one was looking. 

I finished in only a couple of seconds and by the time I was under the shower  I was able to start washing myself of any evidence. My friend joined me only a short moment later. Unbeknownst to her, we had both just done our business.

Following the piss over the laundry, I was quite turned on and had to take a small break from work to pleasure myself. 

After the orgasm, I had to pee again. I decided that the balcony would be nice. The options there are very limited though. If I pee on the floor or the pee flows onto the floor through something, there is this pipe system that will direct the liquid to pass straight in front of the downstairs neighbour's balcony. It is a fine system for rain, but random liquid flowing past when it is not raining could cause suspicion. 

However, there were some flowerpots in the storage box we have on the balcony and I figured that I could just pee a little in them without the pee coming out onto the floor. 

So I lifted the lid off the storage box and sat on the edge like on a toilet, which feels quite exciting, and let go. I hadn't felt desperate, but the flow was quite forceful.

Everything went fine for about 10 - 15 seconds, but my pee started flowing out from the underside of the box again and toward the drainage pipe. I tried to readjust my position in case another spot would keep the pee more inside, but I could definitely not stop peeing. My pee kept coming and quite a bit of it flew through the pipe. 

It still felt amazing. 

Afterwards, I filled a bucket with water and poured it mostly onto the floor and partly into the box to rinse things and not leave a smell. 

Then back off to work.

I figured I'd start my own thread for when I feel like sharing a bit with you all. 

Today I've been a tiny bit naughty. I am working from home. 

As I was preparing to do some laundry, I remembered reading about others using the dirty clothes as an appropriate toilet. So I piled the clothes on the bathroom floor. I decided to leave my blue underpants on and stood over the laundry pile, legs spread.

I sighed with pleasure as I released my bladder. The pee stayed in my panties for a while before coming out in a steady stream over the clothes.  Some of it was going down my leg and splashing onto the tiles by my foot. 

Then I finished, threw the panties and the pile of laundry into the machine and took a quick shower. 

Yes, I did it, pee during a video meeting for work. 

About 30 minutes before the meeting started, I was feeling like I needed to go quite urgently  but I decided to save the pee for the meeting. 

I had been intending to do some laundry anyways, including the dress I had been wearing for the holiday. I put the laundry into a bucket. I took off my trousers and panties and started to test how I could position myself to be able to pee into the bucket. I often stand at my desk in meetings, so I placed the bucket on a chair. 

After trying a few positions I figured that having one leg on the chair and another on the ground and pressing myself pretty close to the bucket would probably be the best way. 

With 10 minutes to spare before the meeting I was nervous about whether I could go. Maybe I wouldn't be able to? On the other hand, if I was able to, how naughty was that? And would it make a sound? Would it show on my face? Would I miss the bucket? 

I also took along a towel to use in case things didn't go quite as planned.

Even though I was nervous, the minutes just flew by. Soon it was time. 

The meeting started and I greeted everyone as usual. And yes, I kept my camera on. We started discussing the issues. I was moving about quite a bit in the frame, trying to find the correct position, but as I am often standing for meetings, some movement is expected. 

When there were a few moments where I was not speaking, I let out some tiny spurts. They mostly went into the bucket nicely enough. Then I had to speak again. Even though the spurts hadn't really made much noise, I couldn't risk pissing with the mic on. So I spoke and refrained from peeing. 

Then, finally, someone else started speaking for a longer time. I relaxed my bladder and felt the pee flowing out of me. The stream was hitting the clothes in the bucket and not making any noise. I think I even had the mic on for a short part of it. 

I kept peeing until I was empty. Then I adjusted my position a bit and finished the meeting in good order. 

After the meeting I inspected what I had done. There were some minor splashes on my legs and on the chair, but it had mostly gone into the bucket as planned. I wiped my legs and feet, just in case, with the towel, and took the bucket to the laundry room. Lifting the dress and couple of other items into the washing machine, I noticed that they were drenched. I hadn't felt like I had peed that much, but it looked like a fairly decent amount. 

I wiped off my pussy with the towel, turned the washing machine on and cleaned the spray drops from the office floor. 

I went in the storage box again. While I would prefer to really hear and see the pee as it flows from my pussy, it doe feel good to pull down my pants and sit down like on a toilet but it is not a toilet.

I took the picture as I started the pee and the pee was flowing from the bottom of the box onto the floor that I already wet before.