Golden Photo Opportunity

Recently, I found the idea of giving my boyfriend a golden shower a hot and kinky thought, but there was a problem. I hadn't been able to pee with someone listening for ages, ever since high school when a girl teased me at how loud I tinkled. Now as an adult, just peeing at the doctor's office was a nightmare. Work and college were worse. I always had to wait until the other women left until I could go. Sure, I knew I had a hang up, but everyone had a hidden quirk about something. This was mine.

Maybe because peeing for Robert was something I couldn't do was what made it a turn on for me. I had vivid fantasies about peeing on Robert's hard cock in the shower. One afternoon in the shower, I tried to pee standing behind him with my eyes closed. I didn't care at that moment if he knew or not. I just wanted to do it. I thought about Niagara Falls and a frosty bottle of beer. Nothing happened. Robert turned around and asked me what was wrong. I looked frustrated.

I told him why. He was turned on by the idea as well. I'd caught him more than once with golden shower pictures from glossy men's magazines tucked beneath our mattress. I looked at those pictures, wishing I had the freedom the models had, peeing in the great outdoors for all to see.

I tried leaving the bathroom door open a crack, but as soon as I thought about Robert listening, I clamped up. Robert was disappointed.

"I do want to pee for you," I told him. "I just need to get over this."

I had a day off work coming in a few days, and I needed to do something. Robert and I had promised ourselves we would never let our sex lives go stale. I wanted to really turn him on. I decided I would take pictures of myself peeing with an instant camera and leave them in his briefcase in a yellow envelope for a surprise.

When I saw him leave for work on my day off, I drank two huge glasses of water and got out the camera. I first had to work up my nerve to take a picture of me pissing. Twenty minutes later I had to go. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. The element of someone listening was gone. I took the picture in the bathroom over the toilet.

It wasn't a very romantic picture. Not that it was supposed to be, but I wanted something more sexy. I drank a lot more water, stripped off the rest of my clothes and got in the bathtub. I peed standing up, letting the warm urine steam onto the ceramic between my feet. I leaned sideways so it would trickle down my legs. I got two halfway decent shots, but the glare off the tub from the flash on the porcelain was bad.

I needed better light. Hadn't those models looked gorgeous in the great outdoors? Natural light would be best, but I knew I didn't have the nerve to pee outside. I could do it by the door wall with the blinds open. I got out a large plastic garbage bag, ripped it open and placed it on the floor by the doorwall. I put on a pair of white cotton panties and drank two glasses of iced tea. A half hour later, I needed to pee badly. I hadn't ever forced this much liquid through my body, and my bladder was going nuts.

But the moment I stood on the plastic bag and aimed the camera, I imagined someone walking by the door and seeing me. I started to clamp up. No, I thought. I closed my eyes and imagined warm waves, larger glasses of ice tea, bodies glistening with sweat.

A trickle of pee came out. I opened my eyes, pulled aside my white panties and snapped a shot of piss hitting my fingers. The flash went off. I edged my panties further away from my pussy. My fingernail hit my clit, sending an electric charge right up to my brain. I'd never imagined masturbating and peeing at the same time. Would I get off?

I started to rub my pussy, taking pictures as the piss ran between my fingers, trailing down my legs to pool on the plastic bag. The smell hit me. Salty and bitter. I snapped my underwear shut for a moment and focused on a wave of pee cascading down my leg from my underwear like a photo I saw in a magazine. I was pleased and more than horny. My bladder emptied in that moment.

Standing there a little shaken, my pussy throbbing like my heart beat, I didn't know what to do. I couldn't wait to drink more liquid. I needed to get off now. Never in my wildest dreams would I imagine I would do this, but I lay on my stomach on the plastic bag and used the pool of urine to splash my pussy while I masturbated. The moment I started to come, I grabbed the camera, turned over onto my back and snapped pictures of my writhing body, my fingers buried in my pussy.

When I was done, I felt good. I rolled up the plastic bag and tucked it inside another bag. The carpeting was still clean. I took a long hot shower and looked for the yellow envelope. I remembered it was left over from an anniversary card. Robert was going to get the surprise of a life time.

by Tara Alton