Risky Business

[Havelock 1,526]

I wrote this last weekend and never got around to posting. Really, I doubted posting it. I don't always act like this, but sometimes I do.

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It's been a crazy week. I've said goodbye to some good friends. I've seen others s go from standing on the top the world to despair in days. Fortunes still hang in the balance.

But its awards season, I'm in La La land and there are parties to attend. Despite my best persuasion, my wife had enough of the week and decided to stay in. A good friend, A,  who has one of my favorite houses in the hills was throwing his usual pre-oscars party. I adorned myself with plaid Prada pants, a vintage Gucci wide lapel dinner jacket and turtle neck.  I grabbed the keys to one of the cars my wife hates. To the party!

Following unusual rain, a fog had settled over LA, which gave the twisty roads in the hills a surreal feel.  After navigating the valet, velvet ropes and door man I found myself in a comfortable place. A waiter handed me a Manhattan in the foyer.  A DJ was spinning in the living room accompanied by live musicians. The music was  such that I could greet people but too loud for extended conversation. I could be in my own mind a float through like the prince of parties.

I love how women show skin these days. They were out in force. I found my friend A, the host.  Not a moment after I started talking to A, two women approached us to meet him. One was a spicy Persian in a dark red dress, slit high up the side. The other was a tall, slender, fit, Asian girl wearing a captivating black dress. Imagine a black one piece swimsuit cut all the way down the front and back, covering almost nothing, combined with a veil-like see through black skirt. The bottoms were cut in back like a G string under the skirt. The top must have been taped to her breasts because the cleavage line was open all the way down past her belly button and it was backless.  On the sides were some strappy parts. It was as if someone had set down to design the a couture outfit that was sophisticated  but provocative and just short of being naked. I was intrigued. A, knows my MO and suggested we all grab some Champaign. Bypassing the sunken living room bar we headed for the patio bar. We walked past the pool that runs through the center of the house and out to the horizon. Normally its a drop dead gorgeous view of LA, but the fog tonight had us gazing into a mysterious neither-world.

Champagne. The Persian was being spicy, and giving my friend A a hard time. The party was getting quite busy. The Asian girl turned out to be very intelligent and up a wide variety of deep conversations.  More Champaign. We kept talking and no one rolled off to a new conversation, until the Persian said she needed to visit the girls room. The asian girl complained about the line at the  toilet in the front of the house. A shot me a look because he knows my addiction. A, voiced up that there was no need to wait in line. "Come" he said and we walked off the patio past security into his private master suite.  His house is 70s Palm Springs style of modern. His bedroom is in all cream colors with no division to the bathroom. There's a large hall with a small bar on the way to a beautiful bathroom, with a sunken tub and large windows and a view. "Please" he said gesturing to the bathroom.  The toilet is just around a glass wall with no door. The Persian made her way there quickly, starting to reach under her dress  as she went around the corner and then I could hear her hisssssss. The asian girl and I were having a great convo and I walked over to the bar in the hall checking out the scotch selection.

After the Persian girl emerged the Asain girl said, "I have to pee." Being in a "fuck it" mood. I said "can I watch." To which she stepped back, open jaw and said "Ha". She dipped her head, put her finger on my nose and pushed me back against the wall and walked off to the toilet. A was talking to the Persian again and looked at me.  I continued gazing at the bar and then decided, fuck it again and followed the asian girl. When I rounded the glass wall she was seated and hissing away. She shot me a sexy look. I approached and leaned down. I could not seem much as it was dim but her legs were a bit apart so l leaned down and put my hand in her stream. It was was hot. Much warmer than I expected. I think she thought I was leaning down to kiss her because I was quite close. She spread her legs farther when I put my hand down there and I brushed past her lips which were ever so slightly lubricated. I just took my wet fingers and licked them. It was salty, tasty and like a hit of drugs. She looked at me a bit confused. I think she assumed something else was happening. I smiled. I had my taste. I stood up and walked around the corner to A and the Persian. After that it was a bit of a blur. I floated around the party saying pleasantries, absorbed into the music, my own thoughts and the lingering taste of her water.

I found the caviar and over indulged in another thing I could put in my mouth. The server at the caviar station looked concerned with my consumption.  I pondered if caviar and pee would be tasty. Then I decided it was time to leave fashionably early. I thought about approaching the Asian girl to say goodbye but that was bound to only lead to (great) bad things.

I walked back out past the velvet ropes to the valet. They brought my car--the sight of it pleased me. As the opened the door I looked at the white leather interior. I dawned on me that I had to pee and I should before the driv . The valet was standing holding the the door with my key. I looked at him but did not take the key. Instead, I turned toward the curb and decided I was going to pee right there. Standing in the street I unzipped, got out my cock. Near the curb the landscaping had very low manicured bushes in a pattern with short grass in between. I directed my stream over the bush and onto the short grass. I was unobstructed, facing back towards the door woman. Somehow everyone had decided that they should just pretend like this was not happening. This also pleased me, like I was snorting-the whole experience up in lines.  The door girl was looking at my cock. I smiled at her. She quickly looked the other direction to avoid eye contact. The valets were all trying to look the other direction. 3 more girls arrived and seemed a bit confused. I also smiled and waved at them as they made their way into the party. I know they also saw my cock. After my pee stream dwindled (I finished up a bit of in the gutter) I put away my cock. Turned to the valet, grabbed my key, gave him a tip. He thanked me and acted as if nothing had happened. This also pleased me. I popped a pill for later, put on some late 70s rock and set off for home, gliding through the hills all the way to my puffy cloud bed.

I'm not always like this, but sometimes I am just up for risky business and a splash of hot piss.

Does anyone else every act out like this?

Does anyone else indulge in pee like an illicit drug?

Does anyone else occasionally just need to consume and excrete?

[Alfresco 11,631]

Sounds like you get to go to some great parties with some high flying people.   Lovely reactions throughout that account and fantastic that you got to experience those things with no negative responses.

As to the illicit drug factor - yes, I sometimes feel that I do indulge in pee like an illicit drug.  Partially it is an addictive pleasure where I love to see girls pee and will take every opportunity to do so as well as spending far too much time looking at pee related topics, pics and videos on line.   Also, the taste of ladies pee is intoxicating and I related very well to your putting your fingers in the stream and tasting the lady's pee.