First Experience (Senior Year HS)

[Ducex777 37]

I posted this story in the Introductions board by way of...well, an introduction. But as it is a fully fledged experience, I figured I'd post it here too.

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So unlike many of you on this forum, I came to this fetish a bit later, 18 years old to be precise. I think, however, that after you hear my story you’ll understand why pissing, in all its forms, represents the supreme sexual thrill for me.

My high school decided to hold its senior picnic at a local state park which featured a decent-sized lake and several trails for hiking. The school had the largest pavilion set aside for us, and there was food, soda, and iced tea provided in abundance for all. It wasn't long before the students split off into smaller groups and began to wander about the grounds of the park. For the occasion I had procured a small quantity of high-quality kush and was planning to smoke it with a classmate of mine I'll call C. C...wow. She was the hottest girl of our graduating class but didn't seem to know it. She was sexually inexperienced and somewhat of a prude. She had a gorgeous body...not much of a butt but her 36c breasts more than made up for it. Shoulder-length chestnut hair with fringe bangs, dark eyebrows and a beautiful, petite featured face. She was slim but still had wonderful hips, and her skin was so pale, milky, and smooth...yeah. Easy on the eyes is an understatement.

She usually wasn't one for revealing clothing, opting on most days for large t-shirts and jeans. On this day, however, she was wearing a babydoll shirt that outlined the wonderful curvature of her breasts, a pair of those Candies platform sneakers, and a pair of cotton Aero short-shorts, the kind with a drawstring at the waist that were loose and roomy around the thighs. This last detail will come into sharp focus. It didn't take long for her and I to pick the most secluded-seeming of the trails to get high and avoid getting caught. Once we were out of eye-and-earshot of our classmates, I packed the bowl, lit up, and we passed it back and forth between us. It wasn't long before the weed loosened us both up and we were giggling and sharing barely-coherent inside jokes. Now all this time I had been nursing a chub by stealing every glance I could at her lovely thighs, plenty full for a petite girl. Eventually, we passed a large , fallen oak just off the trail that made a perfect seat for us to sit side by side whilst I packed a second bowl. The way she was sitting caused her shorts to run a few inches up her thighs, and I kept my arms carefully folded across my lap to hide my reaction to this development. We were sitting close enough for our clothing to touch. I noticed, halfway thru the bowl, that she was shaking her leg up and down with increasing rapidity. I asked her what was wrong, wondering if the weed was making her nervous.

"No. I have to pee, like, really bad." Hoo boy. Now up until this point I wasn't into pee but i did know that a girl peeing outdoors involved a degree of baring her vagina to the open air in one form or another.  My thoughts, already clouded by the pot were stirring uncontrollably and my heart started racing. I felt it beating against my T-shirt as I tested the water:

“Well…do you think you can make it back to where the bathroom is?”

"Not gonna happen. I'm sorry, not to be gross but I'm gonna pee here." I became rock hard with staggering rapidity. I believe this was the moment my fetish was born, but what followed gives me goosebumps of extreme satisfaction to this day. That said, at this point I still wanted to be a gentleman and not a creep.

"Okay, you want me to walk back to the trail until you're done?" I figured, with her shy nature that catching a peek was out of the question but maybe I could at least hear her urine hitting the dirt from the trail. 

"No, please just stay here, I don't wanna feel like I'm alone, you know?" She lightly grasped my arm as if to prevent me from stirring. But like a tree standing by the waterside, I would not be moved. "I'm sorry, please don't think I'm gross." 

I attempted to sound cavalier but my voice trembled yet. "Not at a---all." I guess the weed made her paranoid of being alone. I had all the excitement of a kid on christmas morning as she set to work.
 

She scooted her little butt up to the edge of the fallen oak until she was perched just below her tailbone and spread her legs wide with me still next to her. Her bare left knee touched my right. Now, remember that loose-about-the-thighs detail? She took great advantage of this, pulling the leg up and across her crotch, exposing her left thigh to the ass cheek as she hopped slightly so her bum would hold it in place. I was already leaning forward to hide my priaprismatic boner and only had to look peripherally to see her lime green panties. What happened next, I swear to this day I saw in slow motion. Her right hand, still clutching at the leg of the shorts, swept across the panties' crotch and pulled it completely to the side. Dear God.

Her pubic hair was very close-cropped, its outline still discernable, and the slightly puffy outer labia parted to reveal the bubblegum-pink folds within, slick and shiny. Perhaps the weed made her horny. She was preoccupied looking down at this but had to know I was watching. My body was aquiver and sweat pops were blooming on my forehead as, with both hands, she spread her labia out with a slightly upward, diagonal angle, allowing me to observe her clit poking out ever so slightly. She exhaled slowly through her mouth and it started, not gradually, but almost instantly, spraying forth maybe 2 1/2-3 feet infront of her, a strong, singular stream with a slight parabolic arc. As her urethra had a clear shot, the only sound was of her urine hitting the forest floor where a mound of foam began to build up between her sneakers. It had to have been 45 seconds to a minute, but for me, time had frozen. My senses heightened by the weed, I caught hints of ammonia in the air, accompanied by an undercurrent of her own secret, sticky-sweet girlish scent. My mind was overloaded. The stream died down almost as quickly as it started, the last few drops running down the fallen tree between her legs. She air-dried for a monent, then as she replaced her clothing she turned and made a coquette's face, winking one eye and sticking out her tongue. That did it.

I swear my dick recoiled as it shot out the most massive wad of my life up to that point. She quickly stood, adjusted her shorts and brushed the debris from her ass. I was dumbstruck, barely feeling the damp slickness in my boxers as I listened to the foam dissipate. I recovered enough to realize I ought to say something.

"It looks like someone poured out a beer," I said in monotone, gesturing to the foamy patch. She agreed, giggling. On our walk back we were in a mirthful way, joking about her bladder size and her good aim. She knew I saw it, bare pussy and all, and her cheeks were flushing red on-and-off all the way back. When we got back to the pavilion I ran to the restroom to clean myself as best I could, stroking myself to two more explosive orgasms in the process. 

[Alfresco 11,627]

Wow,  what a great first experience and such descriptive details.   It is obviously etched into your brain for life!   I hope you had some other experiences with her later and that you will share those with us as well.

[-Z. 333]

Did you two ever get together? Did it ever come up at all? Man that was an awesome story!

[Ducex777 37]

To answer the questions: unfortunately, we ended up going our separate ways after High School. Believe, me, I wish we'd gotten to know one another sooner. Her mom passed away soon after she graduated, sadly, and she got married not long after. Twas many moons ago, dust in the wind, etc etc...
 

 

 

 

 

 

HOWEVER...she's divorced and by all accounts single, and lives close...like 30 minutes close.  She's in nursing now. Still looks amazing, STILL has a kickass figure. One of those females who reveals a different side to her beauty as she ages. Finding this site made me think of her and look her up. I've never truly un-kinked my kink in real life. It was a non-starter in relationships, closest i've gotten is staying in the bathroom, back turned, while they were on the toilet. Prostitutes and such are a non-starter for me as i have something you might call a 'consent fetish.' The only experiences that turn me on are those in which the girl involved is choosing to involve herself in, not doing for money or any ulterior motive. Weird, huh? Probably why the whole wetting/omo thing does nothing for me.

ANYWAY, what do you guys think? Should I test the water? Imagine if I closed the loop with the very girl who got me started down this path. Is destiny knocking? Tell ya what...one encouraging post and i'll friend her on social media. I mean, we WERE friends and she was comfortable enoug to...well, you know.

[liquor 24]

Go for it !

[-Z. 333]

13 hours ago, Ducex777 said:

To answer the questions: unfortunately, we ended up going our separate ways after High School. Believe, me, I wish we'd gotten to know one another sooner. Her mom passed away soon after she graduated, sadly, and she got married not long after. Twas many moons ago, dust in the wind, etc etc...
 

 

 

 

 

 

HOWEVER...she's divorced and by all accounts single, and lives close...like 30 minutes close.  She's in nursing now. Still looks amazing, STILL has a kickass figure. One of those females who reveals a different side to her beauty as she ages. Finding this site made me think of her and look her up. I've never truly un-kinked my kink in real life. It was a non-starter in relationships, closest i've gotten is staying in the bathroom, back turned, while they were on the toilet. Prostitutes and such are a non-starter for me as i have something you might call a 'consent fetish.' The only experiences that turn me on are those in which the girl involved is choosing to involve herself in, not doing for money or any ulterior motive. Weird, huh? Probably why the whole wetting/omo thing does nothing for me.

ANYWAY, what do you guys think? Should I test the water? Imagine if I closed the loop with the very girl who got me started down this path. Is destiny knocking? Tell ya what...one encouraging post and i'll friend her on social media. I mean, we WERE friends and she was comfortable enoug to...well, you know.

You totally should man. She’s been out of your life for this long, st the very worst she’ll just be out of your life again. 

[Sephora 2,372]

On 2/16/2018 at 10:09 PM, Ducex777 said:

To answer the questions: unfortunately, we ended up going our separate ways after High School. Believe, me, I wish we'd gotten to know one another sooner. Her mom passed away soon after she graduated, sadly, and she got married not long after. Twas many moons ago, dust in the wind, etc etc...

HOWEVER...she's divorced and by all accounts single, and lives close...like 30 minutes close.  She's in nursing now. Still looks amazing, STILL has a kickass figure. One of those females who reveals a different side to her beauty as she ages. Finding this site made me think of her and look her up. I've never truly un-kinked my kink in real life. It was a non-starter in relationships, closest i've gotten is staying in the bathroom, back turned, while they were on the toilet. Prostitutes and such are a non-starter for me as i have something you might call a 'consent fetish.' The only experiences that turn me on are those in which the girl involved is choosing to involve herself in, not doing for money or any ulterior motive. Weird, huh? Probably why the whole wetting/omo thing does nothing for me.

ANYWAY, what do you guys think? Should I test the water? Imagine if I closed the loop with the very girl who got me started down this path. Is destiny knocking? Tell ya what...one encouraging post and i'll friend her on social media. I mean, we WERE friends and she was comfortable enoug to...well, you know.

Hi!  That was a nice experience you had.

I have to agree with the others and try to get with her. And if you do, how comfortable would you be, talking about that memory and explain about your mess and how it made you felt?

I can maybe see a possibility, depending of the approach of course.

[F.W 5,734]

Interesting your "consent fetish",as im totally the other way.I like to think the girl DOESNT know im watching.Great how we all have differing nuances..

[Ivy1989 1,622]

I thought it was a great experience and I’m glad you shared it with us, 

I too got into the pee fetish a little late, 28 years old I began to experiment with it and I just turned 29 lol,

i think my hubby officially has a pee fetish or he associates it with hot sex, maybe both lol 40/60 maybe

i say go for the girl, but be warned nurses work long hours, my mom is a nurse so I got to know by watching her 

[Brutus 2,205]

Love that recount of the experience. Very heartfelt. 

As to contacting her, as others have said, go for it but I feel you should consider a few things, the first being that you have to prepare for the possibility that she may not remember you or be interested, depending on how many years have passed, and what you meant to her. You said you were only friends, so from her perspective, you may not have held much relevance to her. I know, harsh, but a real possibility.

Second thing is, if she's receptive to communication, you have to make it clear very early on, that you intend to be more than friends this time around, assuming that's what you want. Women write guys off as friends very quickly, quicker than most guys realize. You have to pursue her. Attractive women don't usually stay single for long, so if you drag your feet, she will be taken soon.

Third thing is the possibility of children she may have with her ex. If she has kids, know what you would be getting into, having to step up and be a father figure, and dealing with her ex if he is still involved as a parent. Additionally, depending on where you live, you may be on the hook for child support if you date for a while and the relationship ends for any reason, as the law may see you as the father if the real father isn't involved with the kids.

I've known guys that have been ruined by failing to consider these things so I do apologize for the devil's advocacy, but with that said, go for it! Honestly, you'd regret it until your last breath if you don't try.

 

[Ducex777 37]

Welp, we're 'friends' in the social media sense. I haven't made a conversational overture yet, but plan to soon. She's already 'liked' a few of my dumb posts (pretty rapidly after I posted them I might add) so I don't think initial talk will be a problem. 

Brutus: believe me, I've considered everything you've laid out, and appreciate your candor and the fact that you remain encouraging. Not gonna lie, we were pretty good friends for a while and I think the possibility of becoming something more was definitely in the air if graduation had not gotten in the way. She had this spectacular personality and was FUNNY. I have no idea how she fell through the cracks, it was like she didn't realize how attractive she was. She even wore the stereotypical big glasses for most of high school until she switched over to contacts the last year. She was different in a big way, into vintage things (her baggy t-shirts featuring Elvis, Grease, and the Carpenters) and just kind of kept to a small group, shying away from male attention and holding no court for jocks etc. I kinda slipped in as the vaguely subversive stoner type who could say funny shit. If that husband couldn't hold onto her he didn't deserve her. Oh, and kids aren't a problem for me in the least. I've got none of my own but my public-sector job (not to give too much away) involves a good deal of contact with them. I like kids. Her ex is remarried anyway from what I understand.

And as for our topic at hand, i'd have to be an idiot to bring it up right away. But once my spidey-sense detects that degree of mutual comfortability we once had you bet your ass I'm bringing it up along with the effect it had on me. 

For shits and giggles I'll also tell my second experience, not that it can hold a candle to the first. I was seeing this girl in college and was fooling around in her dorm. Well, that day happened to be the day that some high school kids were visiting for the night and the bathroom was occupied to the hilt and she had to go badly. Well, it took some convincing but I talked her into pissing in a Solo cup for convenience's sake. She hemmed and hawed ('this is horrible,' 'you better not tell anybody') Unfortunately she made me turn around while she slid out of her panties and, squatting on teh floor, let loose into it. The sound of it, along with the sight of the full cup and her pouring it out the window was more than enough for me and she got the business that night with extra vigor, and the next morning too.