I don’t know where it comes from, but for as long as I can remember I’ve had a fetish about peeing women. I’ve long fantasised about watching women piss in toilets, in public and also all over me! I’ve always been embarrassed about this fetish and nobody knows about it. But when I think about it, or see porn on the internet it never fails to make me hard as a rock! Just recently, however, these fantasies I’ve had for years became a reality. I got talking to a girl in a club; her name was Susan. I was sitting on the fringes, bored out of my mind. I’d only gone out because it was my friend’s birthday but clubs are really not my thing and everyone had gone to dance. I’d not seen any of the people I’d come out with for hours and, until Susan came over, I’d Escort bodrum just been nursing a drink on my own. She walked over and said, “Hi,” with a big smile. I warmed to her instantly; her hair was long and very light brown, and she had stunning red lips. In the gloom of the club, I could see she was wearing very tight jeans, a pink crop top and heels – nothing else so far as I could tell! Her body was glistening with sweat and she had obviously just come from the dance floor. I said hi back, and we started chatting as much as possible over the loud music. It took me a couple of minutes to realise she was flirting with me, I was quite slow on the uptake! I started flirting back, and bought her a drink – she was drinking Escort Kuşadası pints, which isn’t usually what girls in clubs drink, but I realised later she was filling up her bladder for later… One thing led to another, as they say, and since my friends appeared to have forgotten about me I didn’t feel the need to let them know where I was going. She insisted we went back to her place, not mine, and I was willing to do what she wanted! In the back of the taxi she gave me a massive snog, and started squeezing my cock through my trousers. I was already semi-hard, so when she started playing with me it didn’t take long until I was completely erect.She started whispering in my ear, “I really need the toilet… I’m bursting.”Her bodrum escort breathing was getting heavier, and she was obviously as horny as I was. When we got to her flat, the moment we were inside I gently pushed her against a wall where I could kiss her and press my cock against her. She smiled and giggled and her breathing got even heavier, and I was just starting to squeeze her boobs through her top when she said again that she was desperate for the toilet. Then she said, “and I love to do it in my pants. Do you want to see?” Mostly my fantasies were about seeing a woman’s pussy while she peed, but right then I realised that I would do anything to see Susan wet herself. I don’t know what it was, but the way those tight jeans were stretched around her gorgeous bum was turning me on and I knew that seeing them covered in her piss would be amazing. I nodded to let her know that yes – I did want to see and she led me into her kitchen. She stood in the middle of the tiled floor. “I’m going to hold on for a bit longer,” she said.