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Nude at Work
So.. following on from Zoe's Pee post yesterday, we got talking about our first time really encountering anyone peeing "in the wild" and comparing stories. Hers was pretty standard, but mine made her laugh a lot and she told me I needed to post it. So here it is...
One summer back in the 80s when I was in my late teens and the weather had been hot for weeks, I went to spend the day on Hastings beach with a group of friends. We were a bit of a crazy bunch, and we only really did things together for that one summer as everyone soon began to move away and get involved in the rest of their lives. Remember that this was in the 80's before social media or mobile phones, so if someone moved away you pretty much lost track of them. But for that summer we were all pretty close and we went to parks, on walks, and on occasional trips to the beach, and generally "got up to stuff".
We had been there for a few hours, and some of us were swimming, a small group was trying unsuccessfully to get a barbecue to light (are BBQs even allowed on that beach?), and some were just sitting around enjoying the sun. It was a very free-form day, and about the only thing we all had in common was that we were all in swimwear. It was far too hot for anything else.
I had made myself a place to sit in the pebbles and had been trying to read a book, when Helen came over to talk. Helen was a fit freckly redhead (just my type), and was wearing a bikini that looked as though it might be a couple of sizes too small. For a while I'd been hopeful that we might get together at some point, but my teenage incompetence and a natural assumption that I stood no chance with her at all had meant that I never got further than talking and hanging out a bit. Anyway, here she was in all her tiny-bikini glory and so obviously I hurried to make a space for her to sit down on my towel next to me. But before I’d finished making room she knelt down and sat astride my legs, pinning me in place on the beach.
We sat like that for quite a while, talking about random stuff whilst I concentrated on what she was saying rather than what I might be able to feel with my legs if I was to pay attention. Speedos don't hide much, and I had no idea how she would react if I ... reacted... so I concentrated on the conversation, on the seagulls, on that boat on the horizon... basically anything else but the feel of her on my legs.
We had been chatting for a while and she was telling me about something one of our other friends had been doing when she she stopped and said “I really need to pee.” There was a pause whilst I waited to see what she was going to do about that, then she went back to what she had been saying a few moments earlier.
A few more minutes passed and she repeated “I really do need to pee”.
"I'm not stopping you," I said, expecting her to get up and go into the sea to pee there which was what we all did, but she started talking again and distracted herself. Finally a few minutes later she said “Look, I really do need to pee,” and gave me a glare which seemed to say ’this is your fault’.
“I’m really not stopping you,” I said. "Go for it." I expected her to get up and head to the water, but instead, and with a slight smile, she shifted position ever so slightly and peed all over my legs.
She wasn’t wrong. Helen had really needed to pee. That girl had a huge bladder and the pee went everywhere, soaking into my swimming trunks and towel, covering my legs from top to toe, and splashing onto the pebbles beneath us. It was a minor river of pale yellow warmish liquid that went everywhere… and then as suddenly as it has started it was over. With a slight shrug and an “Oops…” she settled down again.
I have no idea what reaction she had been expecting from me, but all I could do was sit there in surprise. But far more important to me than the surprise that she’d done it in the first place was the surprise that I’d really enjoyed it.
We sat there for a moment without saying anything, and then I realised that I needed to pee too. So with just a tiny shift of position to get the plumbing lined up, I did.
Apparently my bladder was nowhere near as full as hers had been, but there was plenty in there for my stream to reach her legs. We watched as it pooled between us, trickling over my leg and running down her thigh in a satisfying golden rivulet before dripping down onto the pebbles below with a splash, and slowly soaking away. She smiled mischievously at me for a moment, then got up, grabbed a nearby frisbee and chucked it at me.
We spent the next few hours on the beach throwing the frisbee, helping the others fail to light the barbecue, and doing all the things that people do on the beach, all the while covered in each others pee. None of our friends noticed that we started off a bit wet despite not having been near the sea and nobody asked what we’d been doing, so as far as I know it remained our secret. I wanted to ask her if this was something she did a lot or if I had been her first - or only - pee partner, but there was always someone else around and I never got the chance. And then a few weeks later she moved away to university and I never saw her again. So I never got to find out if she made a habit of peeing on people or if I was just a one off.
But that event shaped my attitude to pee for the rest of my life, and is certainly responsible for why I am so relaxed about peeing to this day.
Helen - if you are reading this... thank you! And if you ever want to pee on me again, just let me know!
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