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This picture triggered my sexual awakening when I found it in my dad's old playboy collection more years ago than I care to admit.

My husband and I were walking together through the city center after a fun night out, eating dinner and drinking wine. As we were walking, I stated to feel a twinge in my body. The wine has finished its journey and it was time to find a new home for that special elixir. I whispered to my husband that I needed to pee and he pointed to a shopping plaza, thinking we could use a restroom in one of the shops. But oh no! All the shops were closed for the night. I guess it was later than we realized. Still, this but this presented a different kind of opportunity. I spotted a fashionable boutique and approached the store.

The clothing in the window display was immaculately stylish. The owner clearly took great pride in their shop and merchandise. In that moment though, the storefront was nothing more than a convenient place to take a well-deserved piss. I approach the door and lowered my pants. I shivered feeling the cold night air against my pussy as I dropped into a low squat. Relief surged through my body as it released a thick, massive stream of pale gold piss. Heavy droplets bounced up as the stream hammered the ground, sticking to the wood and glass door. Feeling the piss draining from my body, I sighed happily and admired the massive, growing puddle flooding the doorway. After the stream died off, I contracted my  muscles and blasted a final surge of urine past my pussy lips onto the ground in front of the shop. Then I removed a tissue from my bag to dry the piss from my pussy and legs. I carelessly tossed the soiled tissue onto the ground in front of the door, which made my husband laugh.

Once I stood up and stepped aside, he his cock from his pants. It was his turn to show his appreciation for the owner's efforts in creating a beautiful and inviting storefront. I couldn't help but grab his cock as he begins pissing, aiming the stream all over the shop door. The lock and door handle received a generous coating of golden liquid, then we turned our attention to the shop window. Rivulets of warm piss washed over the glass, pooling on the ground, joining the lake I deposited moments before. When his relief was complete We laughed at the mess we made. I do hope the shop owner is honored that we left such a generous gift!

I think Jennifer Lawrence might have a thing for peeing.

It's been a few years since I published a story. This draft has been kicking around awhile... I like for my stories to land around 2000 words but this is about half that. The chapter after this is underway and should land around there, but this one will just be shorter than the others. (Although I consider this a work in progress and may revise or expand it later. Any feedback is welcome!)

Contains naughty peeing and pee vandalism.

fter brunch. the girls made another stop at the beach to get one final dose of sun and relaxation before heading home.    

While searching for an open space to lay out there belongings on the crowded beach, Betty and her friends passed a group of young men in their early 20s. The men leered at Betty, Sarah, Anna, and Jane as they walked.

One of them aggressively tapped his friend on the shoulder and pointed at Betty. "Fuck, bro! Check out the MILF brigade!" He laughed hard at his own comment.

Betty extended her middle finger and shouted back. "MILF? Fuck off! I'm not even 30."

The gaggle of beach bros hooted in delight and mockery at her response. "Whatever, bitch!" the leader of the shouted back before turning his back on her.

The girls settled into a spot and drank in the sun and surf. Betty sipped a beer and looked around, still seething at the earlier interaction she had endured. She scanned the sand and found the bros encamped about 30 yards away, behaving obnoxiously toward any attractive woman who neared their orbit.

Later, Betty observed the boys move away from their belongings. Now was the time for her to act.

"Janie - come with me. Do you want to have some fun?"

"What are you thinking, Betts?"

Betty and Jane walked over to the beach bros encampment and surveyed the scene. A large rolling cooler containing beers and snacks was set in one corner of the covered area. A collection of backpacks and small bags lay in another corner. Betty rummaged through the bags, looking for anything interesting to leave a mark on. She pulled out the wallets and cell phones she found in the various bags and placed them in a pile on the ground. Betty pointed at the cooler and told Jane "Piss in that, and I'll take care of these."

While Jane popped the lid of the cooler open, Betty moved into a low squat over the gathered items and pulled the fabric of her bikini bottoms to the side. Her pussy lips parted just before a golden torrent of urine poured out. Betty picked up one wallet and opened it, holding it under the vengeful beam emanating from between her legs. She watched gleefully as the cash, receipts, and other ephemera yellowed as piss soaked in to the porous items. She cut off her stream and grabbed the next wallet, repeating the process until its contents were likewise drenched in her hot golden pee.

Contracting her muscles to cut off the flow temporarily, Betty repositioned herself slightly before she resumed pissing. The hot torrent flowed sharply from her pussy, mercilessly raining over the cellphones she had arranged between her feet in the sand. Many phones are water-resistant and would probably survive the deluge, Betty knew, but she enjoyed disrespecting the devices all the same. When she finished peeing, she kicked sand over the phones, laughing at how the coarse granules stuck to the wet handsets and would surely scratch the screens.

Meanwhile, Jane hovered over the open cooler and looked down. She saw the it was filled with cans of beer and sodas, bottled waters, and sandwiches in plastic bags. She glanced around nervously, feeling as if everyone on the beach were looking straight at her. She was sure someone would notice her reaching down between her thighs and surreptitiously moving her bikini bottoms aside, exposing her smooth pussy, but no one said a thing. She tried to relax, but felt a tightness in her stomach and could not start peeing no matter how much she wanted to.

Having finished drenching the wallets and cellphones, Betty noticed Jane hunched over the cooler in frustration. Her naked pussy hovered above its contents, but nothing was happening. "I don't think can't do it," Jane said ruefully.

"You got this, babe," Betty whispered to her friend. "I believe in you."

Jane inhaled deeply and felt an electric surge between her legs. Betty watched in delight as her friend's pussy lips parted spontaneously and a trickle of liquid flowed out and down into the cooler. "Oh fuck..." Jane moaned. The intensity of the trickle grew into a fierce deluge. Jane was sure that the sound of her urine pinging off the aluminum cans in the cooler would draw unwanted attention, but if anyone saw what was happening, no one intervened. For almost half a minute, Jane deposited the contents of her bladder into the cooler. When she was done, tiny golden puddles filled the crevices atop the beer cans, and the inner white walls of the cooler were speckled with flecks of hot golden piss.

Jane reached down and pulled out a sandwich bag that had somehow survived mostly unscathed. She opened it. removed the sandwich, and wiped the dampness from her pussy lips with the bread. For good measure, she spit on it too before sealing it back in the bag and tossing it back into the piss-flooded cooler.

"Holy shit," Betty said. "I am so turned on right now. I didn't know you had it in you!"

Jane snapped out of her ecstatic haze and felt her heart race as she realized what she had done. "Let's go, let's go, let's go!" She ran back to where the girls had stationed themselves and dove onto her towel. Betty arrived a few steps behind her.

"What's going on? What happened?" asked Sarah.

"Janie's one of us, now," Betty laughed. "She helped me teach our new friends a lesson about speaking to women respectfully. You never know what might happen if you piss off the wrong bitch!"

"Fuck, you guys are a bad influence on me," Jane moaned. She paused for a moment before grinning wide. "But fuck me if that wasn't fun. This has been one hell of a vacation."