Watersports Other than Surfing

I thought she was talking about giving me a blowjob. She had referred to the act of fellatio many times, but we really didn't get the chance to get to it last night. I told her that I was in her power, and anything she wanted to do I would be fine with. She grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom. She pushed me on the bed and instructed for me to take off all of my clothes and lay on my back.

She was in the bathroom for a couple of minutes. I called out and asked what she was doing.

"While we were out shopping today, I picked up a little something while you were in the book store," she explained. "I hope you like it."

She walked out of the bathroom and she was wearing a white negligee overtop of a white bra and panty combo, complete with sexy pantyhose and a garter belt. She played with her hair and asked me if I liked it. I was speechless. She was so beautiful, and this exotic outfit really accentuated her gorgeous figure.

She climbed onto the bed and squatted down overtop of me. She looked into my eyes and purred.

"I've got something for you, something I know you'll like."

I was all smiles as I prepared for my blowjob. Instead she remained in the squatting position and gave me a seductive, sultry look.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"Oh God, yes! I'm ready baby! Give it to me!"

She winked and looked down at her panties. She moved the fabric off to one side, exposing her beautiful, hairless vagina. After a couple of seconds passed I was a little curious about the holdup. All of a sudden, my stomach exploded in a hot, wet sensation. I looked down at Jasmine's pussy and I freaked out. She was peeing on me.

"Wha ... what the hell are you doing?" I stuttered.

Jasmine gave me a weird look. "What does it look like I'm doing, big boy? I'm giving you exactly what you said you wanted!"

"Jasmine ... I ... I don't ..."

The terrified look in my eyes suggested otherwise. She gave me a shriek of embarrassment and jumped off the bed. Trying to hold in her urine as best she could, she made a mad dash to the bathroom. Once inside, she closed and locked the door.

I grabbed one of my socks that was on the ground and wiped the pee off of my stomach, and then dabbed the sheets where it had ran down and collected on the bed. I ran over to the bathroom door and tried to open it, with no luck.

"Jasmine, I'm sorry sweetie! I had no idea you were referring to that! I thought you were talking about something else!" I called out through the closed door.

She wouldn't answer. I could hear her sniffling.

"Morgan, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to upset you!"

"I'm not upset, I'm just confused! Please come out so we can talk about it!"

"I can't look at you right now, I'm too embarrassed!"

It took about ten minutes of coaxing until she finally removed herself from the bathroom. Moments before the door opened, I heard the toilet flush -- obviously she had finished up in there after starting the act all over my chest.

When she came back out, she had gotten dressed. She looked like a little girl who had gotten caught for something she shouldn't had done, looking very shy with no eye contact. I had to tell her that everything was okay -- there was just a little mix-up, that was all.

"I'm so sorry, Morgan. I ... I don't know what to say ..."

"That's okay, sweetie, it's not the end of the world." After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, I had to ask a burning question.

"Why did you think I was into that?"

"Into what?"

"You know, you ... peeing on me."

"From your profile on that online dating site."

"What was it about my profile that told you I liked that sort of thing?"

"Under your 'interests' section. You said that you were a fan of watersports."

And then it hit me. It all made sense. The sensual looks right before she would go to the bathroom, giggling when she would drink water, she was enticing me with nasty thoughts of things to come, or drip, for a better word.

"I meant I was into surfing, parasailing, diving, stuff like that. REAL watersports, not that," I explained.

She didn't say anything. I probed further.

"Was that why you contacted me in the first place? Was it because you like that stuff and thought I did too?"

She sighed. "Yeah, I guess a little."

I was crushed. I thought that this Japanese flower had walked into my dreams solely for the purpose that she saw something in me that she liked. My personality, sense of humour, kind gestures ... all pale in comparison to me acting as her toilet.

"I still thought you were cute though," she added, almost at the brink of tears.

"Jasmine, I ..."

She ran out of my bedroom and grabbed her jacket. "I understand if you never want to see me again." She bolted for the door.

"It's not that big a deal!" I called. "We can work this out!"

She opened the door and ran outside to her car. It was three days before I spoke to her again.

*

Part 4

Jasmine and I talked forever over the phone once her embarrassment had subsided. I was afraid that the only reason she was with me was because of our supposed common interest of watersports, and she was afraid that I thought she was a freak. I convinced her that I was crazy about everything about her -- her look, her personality, the way her hair smelled, everything.

She told me that she felt the same way, but she was even more excited because she found someone who she would be able to share EVERYTHING with. I told her that it was such a small, stupid thing to worry about, and we should easily be able to overcome it.

I started 'researching' websites that specialized in peeing and watersports. It was completely new to me, the thought never occurred to me to do something like that. Like I said, I was pretty normal and not very exciting when it came to sex. Jasmine had opened up my world in more ways than one. After a few visits to certain sites, I saw how beautiful and innocent a woman can be when she was peeing. It was very natural, very sensuous.

After a while, I got turned on by the sights. I figured the reason why I freaked out when Jasmine did it to me was because I wasn't expecting it at all -- it caught me completely by surprise. Thoughts of Jasmine peeing on me started entering my mind when I jerked off. Thoughts turned into fantasy. Fantasy turned into obsession. Now all I could think about was the next time I saw her, I would have a surprise for her.

She agreed to meet with me at my townhouse once again the following week. I made her dinner and we polished off a bottle of wine. Sitting on the couch, we cuddled while watching TV. I started caressing her leg and arm. I could tell she was a little uneasy and I asked her if anything was wrong. She was still a little afraid that I was grossed out with her.

"Quite the opposite, my dear. I've been thinking about what happened, and ... I might want to give it another shot."

She looked at me with caution and studied the look on my face. "Are you sure? You seemed really upset the last time!"

"That's because I didn't know it was coming. You surprised me, that's all. I've been reading up on it and I think that if you like it, there's no reason why I shouldn't grow to like to either. But either way, I want to make you happy, and if that makes you happy, then I want to do it."

She grinned. "Okay, as long as you're okay with it ..."

"Oh, I'm more than okay."

We stared at each other for a few moments and then our lips met in a heated embrace. She started licking my lips and running her tongue all over mine. Something had triggered the animal urges in her again, and I think I know what it was. I fondled her breasts through her shirt and pinched her nipples. They were erect from my touch and I desperately wanted to suck them in my mouth.

We stood up and moved to the bedroom. She started furiously undressing me, and couldn't get my clothes off fast enough. Once we were both naked, I released her from my hard grip and took in her entire body. She was so beautiful. I gazed at her naked breasts, perfectly natural as God had intended, with no hint of sagging. Her pussy was still shaven and her clit was trembling, just aching to be touched.

"First I want to do something for you, for being such a good boy," she moaned.

Jasmine walked back over to where I was standing and dropped down to her knees. She took my cock in her hands and slowly started massaging it. Never taking her eyes off of mine, she swallowed my entire shaft in one plunge. I shuddered. She sucked long and hard, deep throating my dick all the way to my balls. She was a skilled craftsman at cocksucking -- flicking the tip of my penis with her tongue and cupping my balls at the same time.

She ran her tongue along the length of my penis, which had never been harder than right now, and kept going all the way down to my balls. She started jerking my cock with her right hand as she took of my balls in her mouth and lightly sucked on it.

I thought I was going to come right there. Sensing it, she released my testicle from her mouth, but didn't stop rubbing my cock. Looking up into my eyes, she asked me if I was ready to experiment again, without saying a word. My eyes answered 'yes.'

After giving my cock a few more masterful tugs, she stood up and walked over to the bed. I ran into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. No sense in making a complete mess, I thought. I laid the towel down on the bed and climbed on top of it. She squatted over top of me again, but this time I was ready for it.

My heart was beating fast. I don't know if it was the anticipation, or the fear of what was going to happen, or maybe a combination of both. She closed her eyes and everything was still. No sound was made from either of us. It was as if the world had stopped. We both waited in anticipation for that sweet nectar to flow for her body.

I looked down and saw her pussy clench and slightly open up. A few drops came out. They landed on my stomach and collected in my bellybutton. A few more drops followed, until she released a stream of piss right onto my chest.

It was so hot, both in passion and in temperature. The air smelled of salt as I watched the pee spray off my chest and land everywhere. The towel wasn't helping but I didn't care.

She started moving the stream of pee all over my erect cock and balls. Curiosity engulfed me and I sat up so I could move my face underneath the stream. It landed on my face and I had to close my eyes because the salt was stinging them. I moved my hands up to my face and washed it with her piss. I had never been more turned on by something so perverse and so wrong.

Her pee stream was losing its strength, indicating fun time was almost over. I dared to open my mouth and I caught the remaining pee between my lips. The taste was pungent and strong, and I didn't want to swallow it this first time, so I spit it back at her and she laughed. I did however bring my fingers to my mouth and greedily sucked the remaining pee off of them. Once she was done she grabbed my other hand and started sucking my fingers too.

Her hairless pussy glistened in the lamplight as the remnants of her piss covered her public region. I threw her down to the bed and dove between her legs, licking every square inch of her pussy, sucking the piss off of her clit. We had no toilet paper, so my tongue would have to do.

I ate her pussy out until she climaxed harder than the first time we had sex. As she came, several drops of pee squirted out at me, and I lapped them up like a traveler in a dry desert. We laid there for several moments, panting from the experience. Jasmine jumped up from the bed and immediately started sucking my cock. I was so turned on I came instantly, and she swallowed every drop.

The bed was wet, our bodies were sticky and smelled like pee. I was in heaven. I had found something brand new and I loved it -- having only this gorgeous Japanese goddess to thank for.

Jasmine and I had countless wet experiences following that, and I was having the best sex in my life. I fell in love with her a month later and we continued to push the boundaries of our love-making.

We are currently engaged to be married in the summer.