Donn's pee
Donna and I were c***dhood friends, and shared an interest in playing, ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” Up until this day, I was always the one asking to see hers. All that changed while I was fishing on a river near my house.
It was a nice warm summer’s day and I decided to spend a few hours fishing near my house. On my way to my fishing spot, I saw Donna, waved, and thought nothing more of it.
Standing at the edge of the water I cast my line and settled back to daydream of wilderness adventures. Even though the road was only feet away I was out of sight because of the steep slope from the road to the river, almost a 20’ drop off.
After about a half hour Donna called out to me from the roadway and asked if I wanted company. I was always happy to share some time with her and from our past experiences I was hoping it would be more than just talk, maybe even a little show me. She was wearing a cotton dress and as she slid down the slope, I could see her white cotton panties, she made no effort to hide it from me.
We spent a few minutes talking about neighborhood things when she asked if I wanted to watch her pee. There was no way that I was going to say refuse.
Once I told her that I’d like to watch, she pulled off her panties putting them down of the grass. Pulling her dress up past her waist, she sat down on top of a grass mound, leaned back against the sloop opening her legs wide giving me a view of her pussy that I had never seen before.
There was no grooming in those days and her light brown pubic hair was sparse having not yet formed into a mound, her pinkish pussy lips were full and tight up against her body. I would have been satisfied just enjoying the view she gave me, my cock already hard just from the view.
Leaning her head back, she reached down, lifted her legs up and opened her pussy lips with her fingers. I watched as her pussy relaxed, her hole opening just wide enough for me to see inside. As much as her pink pussy lips and small dark hole was mesmerizing, it paled in comparison to the excitement I felt when she started to pee.
By now I had my cock in my hand captivated by what I was seeing. Before this experience I had played with a few cocks and wanked off with other friends, but this was the first time I had gone this far with Donna.
As I watched her pee came out slowly at first, just a dribble that flowed out of her pussy and down between her bum cheeks, but within a second it turned into a solid stream of pee. It was almost in slow motion as her stream of pee arched up from her wide-open pussy traveling almost four feet into the river.
At the top of the arch, the solid stream broke up into large droplets falling like large yellow raindrops. When each droplet of pee hit the surface of the river, they seemed to dance across the surface of the water before being absorbed down into the river.
Speechless I watched as her stream of pee slowed and stopped, only to come out in short bursts. With each pulse of her pee, the flow lessened until it stopped. For a moment she stayed lying on her back, with her eyes closed, her fingers still holding her pussy lips open. I was stroking my cock.
If I had more experience with the joys of peeing, I would have stood in front of her letting her spray my body with her pee, but the innocence of youth prevented me from doing so. All I could do was stare in wonder at my friend excited that she shared what most consider a very private part of our everyday life, peeing.
Then as quickly as she interrupted my day of fishing she stood up and put her panties back on, “So, what did you think? Did you like watching?” I was so shy during those years I couldn’t tell her how much I loved it. Then she said, “If you want, maybe next time I’ll watch you.” Climbing up the sloop back to the road she disappeared from my life. I’m not sure if that was her way of saying goodbye because her family moved a few weeks later. I never did get to return the favor of her watching me pee.
If you ever wondered why I enjoy sharing pee pics and videos on my page, Donna’s the reason, and I give her all of the credit for that fantasy. Unfortunately, I have not watched another girl pee in person since. I do however enjoy watching all of you pee. My wife knows this story but as many times as I’ve asked her to let me watch her or her me, she has refused. Such is life with the man who wants to try everything, at least once in his life.
It was a nice warm summer’s day and I decided to spend a few hours fishing near my house. On my way to my fishing spot, I saw Donna, waved, and thought nothing more of it.
Standing at the edge of the water I cast my line and settled back to daydream of wilderness adventures. Even though the road was only feet away I was out of sight because of the steep slope from the road to the river, almost a 20’ drop off.
After about a half hour Donna called out to me from the roadway and asked if I wanted company. I was always happy to share some time with her and from our past experiences I was hoping it would be more than just talk, maybe even a little show me. She was wearing a cotton dress and as she slid down the slope, I could see her white cotton panties, she made no effort to hide it from me.
We spent a few minutes talking about neighborhood things when she asked if I wanted to watch her pee. There was no way that I was going to say refuse.
Once I told her that I’d like to watch, she pulled off her panties putting them down of the grass. Pulling her dress up past her waist, she sat down on top of a grass mound, leaned back against the sloop opening her legs wide giving me a view of her pussy that I had never seen before.
There was no grooming in those days and her light brown pubic hair was sparse having not yet formed into a mound, her pinkish pussy lips were full and tight up against her body. I would have been satisfied just enjoying the view she gave me, my cock already hard just from the view.
Leaning her head back, she reached down, lifted her legs up and opened her pussy lips with her fingers. I watched as her pussy relaxed, her hole opening just wide enough for me to see inside. As much as her pink pussy lips and small dark hole was mesmerizing, it paled in comparison to the excitement I felt when she started to pee.
By now I had my cock in my hand captivated by what I was seeing. Before this experience I had played with a few cocks and wanked off with other friends, but this was the first time I had gone this far with Donna.
As I watched her pee came out slowly at first, just a dribble that flowed out of her pussy and down between her bum cheeks, but within a second it turned into a solid stream of pee. It was almost in slow motion as her stream of pee arched up from her wide-open pussy traveling almost four feet into the river.
At the top of the arch, the solid stream broke up into large droplets falling like large yellow raindrops. When each droplet of pee hit the surface of the river, they seemed to dance across the surface of the water before being absorbed down into the river.
Speechless I watched as her stream of pee slowed and stopped, only to come out in short bursts. With each pulse of her pee, the flow lessened until it stopped. For a moment she stayed lying on her back, with her eyes closed, her fingers still holding her pussy lips open. I was stroking my cock.
If I had more experience with the joys of peeing, I would have stood in front of her letting her spray my body with her pee, but the innocence of youth prevented me from doing so. All I could do was stare in wonder at my friend excited that she shared what most consider a very private part of our everyday life, peeing.
Then as quickly as she interrupted my day of fishing she stood up and put her panties back on, “So, what did you think? Did you like watching?” I was so shy during those years I couldn’t tell her how much I loved it. Then she said, “If you want, maybe next time I’ll watch you.” Climbing up the sloop back to the road she disappeared from my life. I’m not sure if that was her way of saying goodbye because her family moved a few weeks later. I never did get to return the favor of her watching me pee.
If you ever wondered why I enjoy sharing pee pics and videos on my page, Donna’s the reason, and I give her all of the credit for that fantasy. Unfortunately, I have not watched another girl pee in person since. I do however enjoy watching all of you pee. My wife knows this story but as many times as I’ve asked her to let me watch her or her me, she has refused. Such is life with the man who wants to try everything, at least once in his life.
3 years ago
