Fetish Meetup Encounter

[sd91 870]

Over the years I've been to different nights, clubs and meetups that involve various kinks. I've never posted about them before but have talked about them, whilst being very, very sure to maintain my own privacy as well as the the people's who go. At a lot of them nothing really happens and it's a chance to meet likeminded people. Sometimes a few things happen. The conversations happened but of course memory affects things, especially when your head is racing, and I had to keep names out of it!

This was just a meet up at a bar but led to some things happening. Everyone was mingling and I spoke to quite a few people, had a few drinks and so on. That night I wasn't in full fetish gear, but wore a leather 'bra', and paired this with a very tight and short leather skirt and roman sandals. I ended up getting on very well with a woman there, only a few years younger than me, blonde hair, blue eyed, and from Lithuania, with a very cute accent! She was wearing a short corset style dress with fishnets and high heels, all black like mine. It's quite common to talk about preferred kinks at these things and she asked me mine...

"I love V 'n E (voyeurism and exhibitionism) pretty much, so being fucked in public spaces, a cheeky flash... but I really love weeing in public! Watching it, doing it, indoor, outdoor, all over things, and talking about it" I remember awkwardly laughing a bit. Before I could ask her interests she responded

"Well, it's cute that you call it weeing when what you do is piss in the street. You might do that but I'd have to punish you, deal?"

"Deal"

We kept talking and at this point I had already begun to need a wee, but held it. We talked about life and where we lived, shared a sexual experience or two. In these sexual experience I found out she liked being dominant (duh) and had a little thing for feet. Luckily mine were on show and well looked after I thought to myself!

After talking and drinks, the night was getting later. My bladder was reaching breaking point; and the combination of being in a safe space and my own desires, I had already decided what I was doing, and with that I told her that I needed a wee desperately.

"Oh" she said. "What are you going to do about that? Looking at me quizzically.

"Well I think it's time I found a spot, and pissed in the street."

She laughed quite a bit and said "You animal, you know thats dirty"

"I guess so, but I really, really have to go and I'm not queueing for even a minute. But... maybe you will come with me... because you know, I'm clearly lacking discipline and someone has to give me some."

She stared at me before saying "Well come on then, you said you couldn't wait even a minute!" and gently slapped me on the bum.

With that she followed me out of the bar and I crossed the road walking down a smaller road road until I reached a narrow alleyway between a chicken shop and a closed mini supermarket, seemingly a dead end.

"This will do" I said dashing in.

"My God, look at you, you're really just pissing here"

"Shh!" I said, knowing people were still around. But I was immensely turned on that she had come with me.

I unzipped the side of my black skirt and lifted it up as necessary to get into a squat in this dark alley, and leaning against the wall of the chicken shop. My black thong now exposed in my squatting position, I pull aside the skimpy fabric entirely with my right hand with it, clearing the path.

She looked so shocked when I glanced over but even though I wasn't making any extreme effort to expose myself, doing just what's needed, she was most definitely looking at my vagina. It took a second, even with my bladder more desperate than its been in a while, but I glance back at my own vagina, and gently pressing my hand over my bladder and towards my pubic region, fingertips over my ginger landing strip, I let go.

A gushy spurt of pale yellow piss squirts out of my vagina, passing by my shoes and splashing onto the tarmac with some force.

She gasped before saying "You dirty bitch, animals piss like you do".

I giggled a little and with my left hand directed the stream a bit from my pubic region - just a little left and right movement of the lips. Within a blink of an eye, some man had walked past the chicken shop, and undeniably caught a glimpse of my thigh, my puddle, and my stream of urine before looking forward and not breaking his stride at all. In my head, what I think is that the sound of my pissing and the conversation gave the game away. If it hadn't, he may have been caught off guard and stopped to see what was going on!

"Oh my God, I can't believe how bad you are. This is really embarrassing! Control yourself!"

"I can't help it, I'm desperate!" I pleaded.

I was actually embarrassed and I'm sure I went a bit red, but I was emboldened by being with someone and so my impromptu street toilet continued. It must have been only a couple of seconds or so when I heard voices approaching from the street. A man and a woman. We both glanced at each other and my stream died down but wouldn't fully stop. A door opened and I could only imagine they went inside the chicken shop. My pelvic floor relaxed, and I sighed a literal sigh of relief and the waterworks resumed at full strength and the hiss from my stream amplifies, as does the subsequent splash over the urine soaked tarmac. Urine on urine, the tarmac unable to absorb things, some pooling takes place.

"I cant believe you. This is insane. Look I'm standing in your piss now you know!" and looking at her feet, I could see her beautiful red toenails no more than an inch away from my piss, only protected by the front of her heel. She stepped backwards and there was a definite splashy noisy as she did so.

I bit my lip "Sorry, I'm so sorry, I can't believe I'm still going! You... didn't have to stand so close to a urinating woman though."

She scowled at me. "You dare blame me for your lack of control! God, I really have to go"

"Theres room next to me" I said looking at my piss stream. "Give me a few seconds and I can keep watch."

"No! I don't do this! Besides, what if those people told the shopkeeper you're having a piss back here"

"Then I apologise and we move on." I say whilst definitely wondering when this will end now. "You know full well this happens all the time with the bars nearby." It must have been around a minute when my stream started to die off, given the conversation I was having whilst doing it.

"Hurry up! You're in trouble with me even if you aren't with anyone else!"

I run to a drip and fish out a tissue from my tiny handbag (carrying nothing more than tissues and my phone - you know why it has tissues) with my left hand and wiping down my pussy before giving a quick wipe across the bottom of my bum cheeks and the top of my inner thighs which must have at some point bore the brunt of my brazen wee. I throw it on the floor into the now significant puddle and it starts to turn yellow as it soaks up urine from the street floor.

"Littering too. I thought you cared about the environment. Then you piss in it and throw tissues for people to find. Don't you *in air quotes* leave no trace?!

"You're the one that said it! I'm a good girl, but that is sometimes these are my exception." I say as I'm standing up and rolling my skirt down again. "It eventually decomposes!"

"And how long before that dries up?" Pointing at my puddle with one hand and then slapping my bum gently but a bit harder than before. "Come on, I really have to go." She drags me down to the end of the street and down the road until we reach and park and we cross the road.

"Oh" I laugh. "You want to wee here? In the bushes?"

She looks at me aghast "You know that is much less worse. Besides, if it wasn't for you it would be in a toilet at the bar."

I counter "Hey, I never made you hold it, I just held mine without saying."

She counters "You're a bitch, I'm not the bad one here, don't deflect from what you've done."

We continue walking throughout this and talking. She gently tussles the ginger hair resting on my shoulder, before taking a bigger part of it and tugging.

"Ow!" I say moving close to her.

"Keep watch and stay close. Here will do!" she says as we walk through a layer of bushes which happen to be shrouding a tree that neatly shields the space from a nearby fence, which is also protected by a good layer of bushes.

"Right I need a special kind of punishment for someone like you." She says as she rolls up her short corset dress and wrestles with her black lacy knickers, one with each hand. "Stay close, and keep watch" she says as she gets herself into a deep squat like my own.

I look down at her vagina (which looks very similar to the picture), and clearly waxed. I also glance around at the deserted park, and make note that the bushes and tree are more than enough to conceal from either side, barring the light seeping through from the lamppost.

With her elbows on her knees and her hands in her hair, she begins to release the pressure on her bladder. I'm only what must be a small rulers length away from this sight. As I hear the hissing sound of female urination I can't help but look down again. A similar stream of urine flows from her beautiful Eastern European body. She looks at me and then looks down again, moving her hand. Down under her dress and I see her fingertips around her pussy as she continues to piss away.

Being a little tipsy and being distracted by how hot this display was, I wasn't ready for what happened next.

"I must say, your pedi is AMAZING." She says.

I glance down at my feet and sandals "Aw thanks!" but literally a second after she had said it, her feminine hiss amplifies, going high pitch and louder, then almost immediately, my right foot is splashed with her hot urine.

I gasp loudly, my heart begins to race, and I feel red hot, not just in my face but inevitably over my urine soaked foot. I react quickly lifting, my foot up and step back a bit, as she continues unbroken by pissing over the soil.

"No!" She exclaims. No, you come back here right now, leaning forward to grab my leg.

I do as I'm told. I move closer, and she keeps tugging for the next second or two until I'm right up close, looking directly down on her vagina, and she has taken aim over my right foot. I'm overwhelmed with excitement but also shock and a bit of fear. A woman is pissing on my foot. Her flow splashes over my toenails and the top of my foot, and I can see and feel the leather of my roman sandals beginning to soak up what little they can.

She giggles a little "A very special punishment." she says, smiling at me. "Women who don't piss outside properly end up with wet feet, no?" and shrugs a little before ceasing to urinate.

"I have to go home like this! And I have to get my jacket back from the bar!"

"It isn't my fault you needed to be punished, only yours." As she begins to stand slightly. However she then begins to straddle my left leg with her hands, before raising up to my bum in a sitting/standing straddle. Of course, she begins pissing again and the top of my leg gets soaked by her warm urine and it runs down into my shoes. She returns to her squat holding on to my leg again and shifting her hips left and right, clearly admiring and pissing on my feet at the exact same time.

I gently lay my left hand over my black thong, and ride my fingers gently up and down over my pussy whilst she finishes urinating. Eventually her gushy flow comes to an end, she looks down, shakes her bum a little whilst squeezing the folds of her vulva to squeeze out the last bit of urine over the park. She then gets her knickers right back up and drops her dress down,  then kissing me on the lips. Gently, before I kiss her with more intensity. This is shortlived as how wild this situation is had gotten the better of me. She then speaks.

"That will have to be it for now. We could go for a drink some time but that's it for now. Just a normal drink too as I don't know you."

A bit confused, nervous, but also understanding that not everyone just wants to fuck, and that dating isn't really based on kinks. "Okay" I say, reaching for my phone and I give it to her to get her number. She steps out of her puddle and whilst writing her number begins to make her way through the bushes and she gives me my phone back as we walk through the park. I stop us and sit on a bench, getting out a tissue to wipe her piss off my feet and legs.

"You best go to the bar for your coat, no? I'm going home." Holding my hand she seems to squeeze it tightly, to the point that it hurts a bit, and then kisses me once more. "See you soon." and I said the same, breaking off and heading towards the exit at the park. It takes two tissues to clean myself up, but luckily it's not on my clothes. I look back and see faint wet footprints on the path.

I'm all over the place and still processing everything. But I make my way back to the bar, quickly head up the steps and grab my coat, say goodbye quite abruptly and leave.

We will be meeting again but I think that's all I'm going to say.

[thlopp 66]

Wow that does sound like a hot encounter! I appreciate it is not for everyone but I am a foot guy so enjoyed all aspects of this. Thanks for sharing.

[Kupar 12,728]

Incredibly hot! And beautifully written. Thanks so much for sharing this 💕. I hope everything goes well if / when you meet again.

[Alfresco 11,149]

Fantastic experience, I bet you are pleased that you revealed your fetish to this stranger and it worked out so well for you.   Thanks for writing it up in such detail as well - the background and the development of the events all helps to illustrate a totally hot experience. I hope you get to meet up again and would love to hear more if you have another pee encounter with her.