peeing in the ocean and all over the beach

[wetcrown 28]

On Friday I went to the beach with my partner. As soon as we decided to go I started filling up my bladder, drinking 5 or 6 bottles of water in just a few hours. I knew I wanted to pee in the ocean, and I knew how good it would feel if I was full. By the time we stepped onto the sand I was excited to get in the ocean. We sat down in our beach chairs and I asked if she wanted to feel the water. She was indifferent, so I said I did. Sooner, rather than later, if she got what I was saying. Knowing what I meant, she told me she was going to go too when we got in, so we both made our way down to the sea.

The water was pleasantly cool and we swam in chest deep. "Okay," she turned to me. "I'm going to go." I acknowledged her and I could see a subtle shift in her facial expression and body language to indicate she had started to pee. I pulled her into me and let my hand wander up her thigh until I could feel the hot stream on my fingers. She floated over to sit on my leg while I felt the soft stream disrupt the waves around us. She had been peeing for a long time, and I could still feel her releasing her bladder, which really turned me on.

"Wow, you really did have to go," I said, chucking not out of amusement but rather out of arousal.

"Yeah," she admitted coyly. I knew she had no problems peeing in the ocean, and therefore she would release her whole bladder without a second thought, peeing as freely as she would on a toilet, except now it was into my hand. As the stream died down I told her to wrap her legs around my hips and told her it was my turn, wanting to feel her body on mine when I released my bladder.

"Okay baby, I'm going to piss," I said, attempting to politely give her the opportunity to not be peed on. The warning wasn't needed.

"Nice baby, pee for me," she said, pressing her ass downwards onto my crotch. My full bladder took its time traveling through my cock, my erection and my desperation battling it out. But soon after I felt my pee hole open up and urine flow out, displacing the ocean water around us and I relaxed completely and emptied my bladder. I pissed into my swimsuit, enjoying the feeling of the warmth surrounding my cock and the feeling of peeing into the water. I was so full, so it took me a while to drain my bladder, my girlfriend sitting on top of my pissing dick, two thin swimsuits and the current separating her pussy from my stream. The area around us warmed slightly and then cooled off as I finished my pee and the current carried it away.

Having both relieved our desperation, we stayed in the ocean more to relax and hang out. Having drank so much, I caught myself spontaneously peeing little quantities at a time, my bladder tired and unwilling to hold it, especially knowing we were in the water.

We drifted lazily in the current, every so often swimming North to not get too far from our spot. One time she swam ahead of me as I paused behind her. I spread my legs slightly,  stood up straight, and pissed a decent amount, considering how much I had already gone. "C'mon," she called out to me.

"I'm coming, I just had to pause for one second," I said.

She gave me a knowing look and said, "oh for a," she paused to wink, "reason?" she finished, emphasizing the last word.

"Yeah," I admitted, turned on by her insight. "I was peeing."

"Baby you know it's less suspicious if you pee while you're moving." At her words I recalled the times she recounted to me of her being tipsy in our community pool, breaking the seal in the water and walking around while she let go in order to pee undetected. She's almost as bad as me when it comes to peeing in the water. If she's underwater she just lets it out. She used to admit only to peeing in oceans and lakes, but since we've been together she'll go in pools too. After all, it was guaranteed I would be pissing in them, so there's no point in her getting out to keep the water clean when I would already be dirtying it.

I peed several times after that, not bothering to hold but rather letting the urine flow out of my cock without a second thought, only paying it mind to enjoy the feeling.

Eventually we decided to enjoy the sun's rays and lounge on the sand. We enjoyed the heat and each other's company, me with my water bottle by my side dutifully refilling my bladder. We had several more hours on the beach and I wanted to pee as much as I could. It didn't take long for me to feel like I could pee, then to feel like I should pee, then to feel like I had to pee. But the sun was starting to move lower in the sky, limiting our ability to dry off again if we went back in the water, and I had forgotten towels. I didn't really want to swim again, but I sure did want to pee. I decided the latter was of greater importance and asked my girlfriend if she wanted to go back to the ocean.

She voiced her concern about the sun and I admitted I had thought of that, but I was asking not for recreation but in order to pee. She agreed with a smile and we both went back into the water. This time we waded out only waist deep, enough for me to submerge my cock while the waves pulled the water level up and down. I moved closer to her, turned on by the thought of pissing on her, and put my hand down my swim trunks to cup the head of my cock.

"I'm going," I sighed, partly to her but partly to myself. The pee streamed out of me, billowing around in my swim trunks as I allowed myself total freedom to piss. Despite being very much in public, the water concealed my actions and allowed me to pee as forcefully as I could if I were home alone. The waves swallowed my piss like a thirsty whore, enveloping my penis in its warm current. I was so lost in the pleasure I barely noticed my girlfriend say to me, "me too." I continued my pee as I watched her with knowing eyes and a knowing cock, imagining her doing the same as me. She smiled as she spread her legs, pissing into the water so nonchalantly she couldn't even be bothered to move her bikini bottoms. She peed like she gave no thought to the action, simply letting go because she could and because she wanted to. In fact, I knew this to be true, as she admitted many times over how peeing in the water is natural to her and was even encouraged through her childhood. We both stood there, peeing softly into the calm waves, sharing the moment.

I felt my bladder push out the last of its contents, the negative pressure feeling erotic inside me, and I said to her, "okay, I'm done." She smiled at me, knowing how much I was enjoying relieving myself so openly, and knowing how much I enjoyed knowing that she was too. After our piss we decided to get out and attempt to sun dry before it was too late to. As she walked ahead of me I held back, pausing when the sea was at calf-level to pee one last spurt into the water.

However, because I was letting my bladder relieve itself with such reckless abandon, when we decided to go onto the sand and dry off I kept feeling the urge to pee.

I sat down in the fabric beach chair and contemplated peeing right there through my swim trunks. Wanting the bottom of my trunks to dry, though, I came up with another plan. I got out of the seat and crouched in the sand next to the speaker I had brought. As I fiddled with the  bluetooth I looked around to see who was nearby. We were by no means secluded, but we were far enough away from others I didn't think they'd look too hard at the urine pouring out of my bathing suit. So I started peeing, the absence of water pressure apparently allowing me to pee out what had remained in my bladder. It cascaded down the leg of my swim suit and splattered quietly on the sand. When I was done I stood up and asked if my girlfriend wanted to go for a walk. She looked at me then down at my feet at the wet patch of sand I had just made near the speaker.

"Sure," she said, and we went off.

We came up to a large piece of driftwood and we decided to sit on it and relax. I, of course, having completely messed up my bladder's ability to hold itself, saw it as another opportunity to pee. I stood behind the driftwood, leaning my lower stomach against it with my feet about 6 inches behind it. I leaned my elbows on the wood and talked to her as I started releasing my pee. The piss took its same path down the leg of my trunks, this time splattering noisily onto the sand beneath me. It felt amazing to brazenly piss through my clothes like this, despite no one else being around (but several beach-front home behind me). I pissed like this twice while we talked. Then, when I decided my bladder was sufficiently empty, we headed back to our spots, the pee inside my trunks drying as we walked.

By the time we reached our spots we were both dry, so we decided to pack up and head home, leaving our piss splattered all across the beach and the ocean.

[gldenwetgoose 21,495]

Brilliantly described, that's got me definitely wanting to go for a swim now - in the right company of course.