Drone flyer

[Kupar 13,341]

Contains voyeurism, male and female public peeing

Maybe deep down it was a need to break free from constraints during this strange lockdown year, but I’d bought myself a drone – an airborne camera platform really – at the end of the summer. While I’d got to grips with the basics of flying the thing, I waited until the first really nice day for trying it out properly: sunny, warm and with little wind. I drove up into the hills where I would have the chance to experiment without fear of annoying anyone or breaking any rules.

I had been hugely impressed with how straightforward it was to fly, and the quality of the still and video images it produced. The controller display is good enough, but the video is captured in 4k resolution – more than enough for anything I would want to do with it. I was looking forward to some sweeping panorama shots, then flying closer to the ground and zooming in on details. I had in mind a couple of deserted farm buildings where I could pretend I was Hitchcock, with long shots setting a mood and telling a story through the visuals alone.

I got out of my 4x4 at the lay-by I’d decided to fly from, wishing I hadn’t been so keen to leave the house to play with my new toy as I was pretty desperate for a pee. It was quiet enough, so I set the drone on the ground, stepped to the passenger side of the car, lowered my jeans and boxers and took a leak against a dry-stone wall – it felt really good just to let go in the middle of the countryside. I played a bit – trying to splash as much as possible on the wall, spraying left and right – that sort of thing. I’ve always had a thing about pee.

Of course, it was at that moment a red Toyota RAV4 came up the hill, horn blaring, driver and passenger laughing and waving. I nodded back – what else could I do? I didn’t take in what the driver looked like to be honest because I only noticed the blonde in the passenger seat: stunning. She blew me a kiss as they drove past – that was nice.

Suitably relieved, I checked the battery on the drone and up into the clear sky she went. Ten minutes later and I knew I had some half decent sequences in the can, but I still needed to try a close approach to the abandoned buildings. As the drone flew in close, just within line-of-sight from my position in the lay-by, I could see on the monitor a red car close to the building I’d wanted to use for my ‘abandoned building’ flypast. No matter – I could still use this as a trial run. I navigated the drone closer to the building and carefully up and over a wall where the roof had fallen in.

Even from where I was, perhaps 400m away, I could hear the shout. I won’t repeat what I heard – I’m a very polite guy – but I can tell you that whoever I’d startled with the sudden appearance of my aerial camera wasn’t very pleased. I glanced at the monitor and decided I’d better be making a move. I lifted the drone vertically and pressed the ‘return to start’ button on the controller.

I’d suspected that the red car was probably the one that had passed me earlier, but what I had seen on the small screen left no room for doubt. It was the blonde. She was sitting on what had been the sill of a window – now just a low, crumbling platform. She had a pair of long, black boots on, a black miniskirt pulled up high round her waist, and that was all. At the moment my drone had appeared to them over the wall, pee was arcing gracefully from between her thighs and splashing on to the ground in front of her. Her shoulders and head were thrown back, her sizeable breasts jutting forward. I could just see her male companion, camera in hand, photographing the scene, and the last thing I’d viewed on my controller’s little screen was the camera falling from his hands, and his face turned upward, staring straight at me, shouting obscenities.

The drone landed next to me at about the time I heard the RAV4’s engine and the sound of tyres spinning on gravel. And before I could pack my kit away, they were there – blocking my exit from the lay-by. I’d been caught.

The guy got out of the car. “Hey! What do you think you were doing?” he demanded, though it was clear he wasn’t as angry as he had been a couple of minutes ago.

I explained, as carefully and apologetically as I could. “So you see I really didn’t expect you, or anyone, to be there – it’s a remote building. I am so sorry. I’ll delete the file – now if you like.”

“No. Don’t do that,” he said. “You can keep it – in fact, would you mind if I took a look? You probably guessed we were creating some, err, erotic art, and I’d be interested to see what you managed to capture. Professional interest.”

This put a new perspective on things. I really hadn’t had time to think things through. All I’d seen was a gorgeous, stacked woman in an insanely provocative outfit, peeing like a racehorse while a guy photographed her. It was only the unexpectedness of it that had stopped me getting instantly aroused, but now things had calmed down …

“It’s OK!” said the blonde from inside the RAV4. She’d wound down the window and was beckoning me over. “Come and sit here and let’s all look at your … footage. Mike’ll show you what he’s got too if you like.” It was all so corny I couldn’t help but laugh out loud – and that seemed to break the ice.

Fifteen minutes later and we were best friends. Mike and Amy (who had put a thin, white strappy top on but was otherwise dressed as she had been up at the old farm building) were a couple who often drove out into the countryside or to urbex locations for erotic photoshoots. She wasn’t a professional model, and he wasn’t a professional photographer; they were enthusiastic amateurs and by the look of the few images they’d had time to capture, they were pretty good. She was a natural; she could look coy or confident, vulnerable or in command, and she clearly loved the camera.

I’d admitted pretty quickly how much I got turned on by seeing a woman peeing – especially a sexy woman dressed to kill. I didn’t think they’d mind. Once that sort of secret is shared, it opens the door to uninhibited conversation of all kinds, and Mike and Amy had already promised to send me a link to their portfolio, if I’d help them out with some drone images. It was a no-brainer, and we’d set a date for the following weekend in the same location.

“Mike, I need to go now,” said Amy suddenly. “Not home, but, you know. That coffee I had when we left home is wanting to come out.”

“I should be getting back,” I started, but Mike interrupted.

“If you want to stay, Amy loves an audience. It’s why we do this stuff,” he said. I nodded my agreement – be honest, you would have done too. “Babe, do you want to try the other outfit?” Mike said, then, with a smile on his face, “I’m sure our new friend would like to see it,” and he reached into a bag and pulled out what appeared to be a white one-piece swimsuit made out of a three postage stamps and some string, and a pair of scarlet stripper heels.  If I’d thought of leaving them to it, that was enough to change my mind.

Amy was completely uninhibited. She got out of the car and gripped the hem of her top, raising it slowly up and over her breasts. She paused slightly to maximise the visual impact as her boobs fell after being lifted with the top. She looked straight at me and giggled. She just could help performing. Mike was fixing a lens to his Nikon as Amy turned her back to me, wiggled her hips, unzipped her skirt, leant forward a little, pushed the skirt down and let it fall to the ground. Off with the boots, on with the swimsuit and heels and she was ready – and looking unbelievable.

“How about you sprawl over our new friend’s car. If we’re quick, I reckon no-one will come past. You don’t mind, do you?” suggested Mike. I did not. Amy obliged, climbing on to the bonnet of my Freelander, face down, one long leg drawn up underneath her, her other leg stretched out behind her, and her arse lifted a little, giving me a wonderful view of the tiny scrap of white fabric between her thighs. Mike positioned himself behind her: “When you’re ready babe,” he said. Amy reached her hand under her belly, and with her middle finger, caressed her lips.

“Here it comes,” she called, and I watched her pee flood the fabric, rendering it completely transparent, as Mike’s camera shutter clicked incessantly. Her clear piss stream flowed through and round the swimsuit, puddling on to the paintwork of my car and running across the bonnet, dripping on to the ground.

Amy somehow stemmed the flow, rolled over on to her back, drew both knees up to her chest, knees wide apart, head bowed slightly, looking up with big puppy eyes. She opened her mouth a little, and put a finger to her lower lip – if there was any way to look more provocative, I hadn’t seen it in a long while. It was all I could do to stop myself getting my cock out and stroking it. Mike’s camera clicked away as Amy released another 20 seconds of pee, forcing it through the swimsuit fabric. Finally the stream became a trickle, she called “I’m all done, hun,” and I knew the show was over…

Mike and Amy made a swift exit, leaving me with a raging hard-on and a feeling of unbelief: had that really happened? But the liquid on my car bonnet left no room for doubt. I was looking forward to next weekend already.

Edited January 3, 2021 by Kupar
Correcting error in description sentence

[Ppgirl 559]

Wow, that was hot 😍 very well written

[Kupar 13,341]

4 minutes ago, Ppgirl said:

Wow, that was hot 😍 very well written

Thank you my friend ❤️

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

Hell - that was great - definitely look forward to reading more!

[Kupar 13,341]

4 minutes ago, gldenwetgoose said:

Hell - that was great - definitely look forward to reading more!

Cheers mate!

[MidoriLemonade85 2,367]

What a great couple...what great chemistry. A very descriptive story. 

[Kupar 13,341]

46 minutes ago, MidoriLemonade85 said:

What a great couple...what great chemistry. A very descriptive story. 

Thank you! I will try and write part 2 in the next few days.

[Pissy91 181]

That was excellent kupar , what a good read 🔥🔥🔥

[Kupar 13,341]

7 minutes ago, Pissy91 said:

That was excellent kupar , what a good read 🔥🔥🔥

Thanks!

[Kupar 13,341]

Part 2

[Contains female outdoor peeing and solo sexual references]

I have to tell you that I was pretty nervous as I approached the rendezvous with Mike and Amy a week later. I’d spent most evenings over the previous few days looking through their portfolio of photographs, scrolling through image after hot image with my left hand, because my right hand was busy, if you get what I mean.

Most of the pics were of Amy alone, in a variety of provocative poses, indoors and outdoors, nude and clothed, sometimes playing with herself, with and without toys. All very erotic, of course, but it was the way Mike had used angles and perspectives that lifted the images out of the ordinary. I’m not talking about the gynaecological closeups some people enjoy, or the from-a-distance, nude-in-the-landscape arty views that are also enjoyable but done a million times by a million photographers. There were some of those of course, but what Mike and Amy had managed to achieve was more adventurous. Here was a photographer who knew how to choose a different lens, find a different vantage point, encourage a different pose. I could see why he’d be interested in pushing creative boundaries with the addition of drone-based photography, or video.

Some images featured Amy peeing – like I’d seen her do at the old farm building and on the bonnet of my car. Mike had been creative here too – using wide apertures to create short depth of field, focusing on the golden stream as it broke into beautiful droplets frozen by the use of instantaneous flash, with Amy’s ecstatic pee-relief face visible behind, as if through frosted glass.

In one stunningly beautiful monochrome photograph I reckon Mike had stopped down and used ND filters so that Amy’s pee, flowing across the large stone she was straddling, appeared more like a hazy, broad, powerful but slow-flowing river rather than the high-speed jet it almost certainly had been at the moment the shutter opened. One photoset was taken from low down and from several positions, of a laughing, topless Amy standing in stockings and-heels, hands on hips and legs wide apart, on top of a bench in an old workshop. This had given me an idea for how I could use the drone … but more of that later.

A very few images had either needed the help of an assistant or the use of a remote shutter release because Mike featured in them too. And those photos only added to my respect for him as a man. I don’t think I need to say more – except that I’ve never managed to pee when I have an erection like that.

The day was still young, and the light still that wonderful gold that only sunny, warm September days can deliver, when I parked up at the old farm building a few minutes early and started unpacking the drone. I didn’t have to wait long before I heard the crunch of tyres on gravel and Mike and Amy arrived. “Hi mate,” said Mike cheerily. “Glad you’re here – I’m itching to see what we can achieve today, and Amy’s itching to pee, aren’t you babe?” She looked a little anxious – but as gorgeous as in the photos I’d been wanking myself silly over all week.

“One of the frustrating things about pee play photos is that you don’t have very long, or many chances, to get it right,” explained Mike. “When Amy’s all peed out, we have to wait a while for her to fill up before the next opportunity. But we use the time to change outfits and do a few ‘dry runs’ first, so it’s not all bad!”

But we realised we needed to work fast straightaway, otherwise we were going to waste a pint of pee and some glorious light. “Probably best to get some wetting photos in the can,” said Mike. “That way you don’t need to change now.” Amy got out of the car, somewhat carefully – it was clear she’d been holding for a while. The look was pure Americana: cut-off tight pale denim shorts, red check shirt with the tails tied around her midriff exposing a few inches of smooth flesh, and strappy mules. If you’re old enough, picture Catherine Bach as Daisy Duke in the Dukes of Hazzard, and you’ll have a pretty good idea. Except of course, that I didn’t remember Daisy Duke ever enhancing the look by pissing the equivalent of a large glass of OJ and two coffees.

“Quick Mike – where do you want me,” asked Amy. “I need to go really soon!”. I was clearly going to be a spectator for this first set. Between them, they decided to have Amy lean up against the wall of the old building, her arms spread wide, caressing the stonework, squirming and crossing her legs. Mike stood in front of her, camera clicking incessantly. I saw the essence of his technique: he was always on the move, exploring different angles – getting down low, standing on a step stool he’d brought – and for this first set, all available light. He’d chosen the right wall: the shadows worked beautifully to add interest to what in the hands of a lesser photographer would have been dull, basic images.

As her pee started to flow and the pale denim darkened – the patch growing until almost all the front of her shorts were soaked and her pee was running down her legs – I listened to the Amy’s breath and her soft moans. “Oh God, that feels so good,” she whispered, half closing her eyes, turning her face upwards in rapture, but never missing the opportunity to give Mike a series of different poses – her hands pulling the blouse open to show off those gorgeous tits as the pee continued to stream down her legs on to the ground. I realised at that moment that this was much more than just a bit of fun erotic photography: Amy was really, really into pee for her own pleasure – and that’s probably why the photos they created as a team were something special.

When the pee stopped nearly a minute later, I thought that was it, but they had one more trick to get the most out of the first part of the day. Off came the shorts: “Here – catch!” laughed Amy as she threw the sodden shorts across to me. “Do what you want with those while we finish off.” To be honest, I was content to hold them for her and watch as she turned to face the wall, removed a little white thong, utterly saturated, lifted one leg and rested it on a stone jutting out from the surface, and with her right hand, slowly pushed the scrap of fabric between her labia until it had disappeared. The camera clicked. Amy lowered her leg turned around, sat on the ground, spread her knees wide, looked straight at me, and very slowly pulled out the thong. Her post-pee face wasn’t anxious, or etched with relief, it was pure horniness.

I turned to Mike. “Christ, mate. How the hell do you not cum in your pants when she’s like this?” I asked. He just smiled.

[End of part 2]

[LovesToWet 3,803]

Wow. Another great story Mr Kupar. I had the image of Daisy Duke spread eagled across the General Lee while letting herself go. Well done

[Alpian 689]

Wow! Love the way you describe the art of photography and modelling through the lens of a horny adept of golden nectar. You do have a camera, do you?

[Kupar 13,341]

7 hours ago, Alpian said:

Wow! Love the way you describe the art of photography and modelling through the lens of a horny adept of golden nectar. You do have a camera, do you?

Thanks! I have a camera yes but I'm an enthusiastic amateur taker of pictures and not a photographer! But I was inspired to write this story for a friend who is 🙂. 

[MidoriLemonade85 2,367]

Part 1: There is nothing more sexy than a woman pissing on the bonnet of a car. You captured it perfectly. Nice! 
I was picturing her as Brigitte Bardot.👩‍🦳
Part 2: will let you know my review later but I am sure it is wet perfection and I hope the car gets even wetter. 🤞
 

[MidoriLemonade85 2,367]

Part 2: ooooh you got to hold her wet shorts. Nice. 💖 Yes Mike would be a lucky man. Yes, there would be a lot of hot photos to wank oneself silly over. 😉✨I hope this story continues and I hope you get to do things with Amy as she sounds very tasty indeed. Lovely! 

[Kupar 13,341]

2 minutes ago, MidoriLemonade85 said:

Part 2: ooooh you got to hold her wet shorts. Nice. 💖 Yes Mike would be a lucky man. Yes, there would be a lot of hot photos to wank oneself silly over. 😉✨I hope this story continues and I hope you get to do things with Amy as she sounds very tasty indeed. Lovely! 

I hadn't thought of continuing it, but maybe I should 🙂

[MidoriLemonade85 2,367]

Just now, Kupar said:

I hadn't thought of continuing it, but maybe I should 🙂

Yes! More locations for Amy to do her thing, more cars, and you can help her out, in many ways!  😉🔥

[Kupar 13,341]

1 minute ago, MidoriLemonade85 said:

Yes! More locations for Amy to do her thing, more cars, and you can help her out, in many ways!  😉🔥

You've convinced me. The drone pilot will have some fun. I'm just the hack author here 😉

[harryprotter 1]

On 1/20/2021 at 12:12 AM, Kupar said:

Part 2

[Contains female outdoor peeing and solo sexual references]

I have to tell you that I was pretty nervous as I approached the rendezvous with Mike and Amy a week later. I’d spent most evenings over the previous few days looking through their portfolio of photographs, scrolling through image after hot image with my left hand, because my right hand was busy, if you get what I mean.

Most of the pics were of Amy alone, in a variety of provocative poses, indoors and outdoors, nude and clothed, sometimes playing with herself, with and without toys. All very erotic, of course, but it was the way Mike had used angles and perspectives that lifted the images out of the ordinary. I’m not talking about the gynaecological closeups some people enjoy, or the from-a-distance, nude-in-the-landscape arty views that are also enjoyable but done a million times by a million photographers. There were some of those of course, but what Mike and Amy had managed to achieve was more adventurous. Here was a photographer who knew how to choose a different lens, find a different vantage point, encourage a different pose. I could see why he’d be interested in pushing creative boundaries with the addition of drone-based photography, or video.

Some images featured Amy peeing – like I’d seen her do at the old farm building and on the bonnet of my car. Mike had been creative here too – using wide apertures to create short depth of field, focusing on the golden stream as it broke into beautiful droplets frozen by the use of instantaneous flash, with Amy’s ecstatic pee-relief face visible behind, as if through frosted glass.

In one stunningly beautiful monochrome photograph I reckon Mike had stopped down and used ND filters so that Amy’s pee, flowing across the large stone she was straddling, appeared more like a hazy, broad, powerful but slow-flowing river rather than the high-speed jet it almost certainly had been at the moment the shutter opened. One photoset was taken from low down and from several positions, of a laughing, topless Amy standing in stockings and-heels, hands on hips and legs wide apart, on top of a bench in an old workshop. This had given me an idea for how I could use the drone … but more of that later.

A very few images had either needed the help of an assistant or the use of a remote shutter release because Mike featured in them too. And those photos only added to my respect for him as a man. I don’t think I need to say more – except that I’ve never managed to pee when I have an erection like that.

The day was still young, and the light still that wonderful gold that only sunny, warm September days can deliver, when I parked up at the old farm building a few minutes early and started unpacking the drone. I didn’t have to wait long before I heard the crunch of tyres on gravel and Mike and Amy arrived. “Hi mate,” said Mike cheerily. “Glad you’re here – I’m itching to see what we can achieve today, and Amy’s itching to pee, aren’t you babe?” She looked a little anxious – but as gorgeous as in the photos I’d been wanking myself silly over all week.

“One of the frustrating things about pee play photos is that you don’t have very long, or many chances, to get it right,” explained Mike. “When Amy’s all peed out, we have to wait a while for her to fill up before the next opportunity. But we use the time to change outfits and do a few ‘dry runs’ first, so it’s not all bad!”

But we realised we needed to work fast straightaway, otherwise we were going to waste a pint of pee and some glorious light. “Probably best to get some wetting photos in the can,” said Mike. “That way you don’t need to change now.” Amy got out of the car, somewhat carefully – it was clear she’d been holding for a while. The look was pure Americana: cut-off tight pale denim shorts, red check shirt with the tails tied around her midriff exposing a few inches of smooth flesh, and strappy mules. If you’re old enough, picture Catherine Bach as Daisy Duke in the Dukes of Hazzard, and you’ll have a pretty good idea. Except of course, that I didn’t remember Daisy Duke ever enhancing the look by pissing the equivalent of a large glass of OJ and two coffees.

“Quick Mike – where do you want me,” asked Amy. “I need to go really soon!”. I was clearly going to be a spectator for this first set. Between them, they decided to have Amy lean up against the wall of the old building, her arms spread wide, caressing the stonework, squirming and crossing her legs. Mike stood in front of her, camera clicking incessantly. I saw the essence of his technique: he was always on the move, exploring different angles – getting down low, standing on a step stool he’d brought – and for this first set, all available light. He’d chosen the right wall: the shadows worked beautifully to add interest to what in the hands of a lesser photographer would have been dull, basic images.

As her pee started to flow and the pale denim darkened – the patch growing until almost all the front of her shorts were soaked and her pee was running down her legs – I listened to the Amy’s breath and her soft moans. “Oh God, that feels so good,” she whispered, half closing her eyes, turning her face upwards in rapture, but never missing the opportunity to give Mike a series of different poses – her hands pulling the blouse open to show off those gorgeous tits as the pee continued to stream down her legs on to the ground. I realised at that moment that this was much more than just a bit of fun erotic photography: Amy was really, really into pee for her own pleasure – and that’s probably why the photos they created as a team were something special.

When the pee stopped nearly a minute later, I thought that was it, but they had one more trick to get the most out of the first part of the day. Off came the shorts: “Here – catch!” laughed Amy as she threw the sodden shorts across to me. “Do what you want with those while we finish off.” To be honest, I was content to hold them for her and watch as she turned to face the wall, removed a little white thong, utterly saturated, lifted one leg and rested it on a stone jutting out from the surface, and with her right hand, slowly pushed the scrap of fabric between her labia until it had disappeared. The camera clicked. Amy lowered her leg turned around, sat on the ground, spread her knees wide, looked straight at me, and very slowly pulled out the thong. Her post-pee face wasn’t anxious, or etched with relief, it was pure horniness.

I turned to Mike. “Christ, mate. How the hell do you not cum in your pants when she’s like this?” I asked. He just smiled.

[End of part 2]

Wow! I like these stories about drone flyer! When I read the first part, I was very surprised by the style of writing (it's very simple but very exciting), but when I read the second part, I just couldn't put it down. My imagination is now running wild. Thank you very much, I will wait for the third part.

[Kupar 13,341]

6 minutes ago, harryprotter said:

Wow! I like these stories about drone flyer! When I read the first part, I was very surprised by the style of writing (it's very simple but very exciting), but when I read the second part, I just couldn't put it down. My imagination is now running wild. Thank you very much, I will wait for the third part.

Thank you! I'm glad you like the story 🙂. I hope I'll get my writing mojo back soon!