Watersports Fiction

Story of girl, a watersports fan, who likes to piss on women. She loves golden showers, golden rain.
Wet Patsy
Chapter 1: Lesbian Golden Shower

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Tying women up and pissing on them, that's what I really like. They don't know I'm going to do it either - their shock and surprise is all part of the thrill.

Both men and women fancy me. I'm pretty but not so gorgeous that people are afraid to approach me - feminine in a tomboyish sort of way. Everyone thinks a little thing like me would welcome their attention.

Hello, my name is Patsy. Both men and women fancy me. I'm pretty but not so gorgeous that people are afraid to approach me - feminine in a tomboyish sort of way. Everyone thinks a little thing like me would welcome their attention.

Tying women up and pissing on them, that's what I really like. They don't know I'm going to do it either - their shock and surprise is all part of the thrill.

I am obsessed with my body. I masturbate a lot. Every day I do something so I will be reminded constantly of my body. I never wear knickers or a bra - not that I much need a bra. One day I might put sellotape on my nipples so I am aware of them all day. Or I might tie a piece of cord around my waist with another pulled tight into my arse and between the lips of my sex so it rubs me all day. It makes me sore as hell but that's good - I'm aware of myself for days after that.

Love balls, little vibrators - I'll often have something in all day. I have a pair of jeans with the pockets cut out so I know all I have to do is put my hand in there to touch myself. Even a pair of stolen knickers: the unfamiliar feeling of wearing knickers and knowing whose they are - which pretty nurse's cunt they have been pressed against - will have me highly charged all day. I always return them after pissing in them. Washed of course.

Anything, anything so that my body is in my thoughts all day.

I've never had sex with any of the other staff, unless you count borrowing their intimate things. They all assume it's one of the patients.

I drink a lot at work. I like the feel of a full bladder. I will trap myself in meetings when I know that I'm going to be absolutely desperate to go. And when I do finally relieve myself I have wonderful fantasies about who I'm relieving myself all over.

I have many techniques for finding my subjects. I've tried contact magazines and web sites but that's no good. It's all too premeditated. I only enjoy it if there's real shock and surprise and she is a virgin.

So it has to be casual pick ups. Couples are best - I like him watching me do it to her. Pubs are OK, clubs better, but you get known. All men like the idea of a threesome and most women at least like to try sex with another woman.

My favourite at the moment is hitchhiking. Sounds risky? Maybe, but if someone wants to fuck me that's OK and getting hurt is unlikely.

Always a quiet country road where people don't drive fast. Forget cars piled with luggage - just passing through. Wait for one that's not in a hurry with a likely looking couple. Then hitch. I wear cut off denim shorts and a T-shirt and carry a tiny rucksack. The men always gawp. Sometimes the women tell them off. Sometimes the car stops. They ask where I'm going. I shrug and mention a nearby town.

When I get in I act worn out, hungry and broke. I'll say I slept rough the night before. I don't wash for a couple of days so I smell a bit, so they can smell my cunt. Sometimes they don't get it and drop me off as soon as they can. Often enough they feel sorry for me, they want to be the good Samaritan - and they want to fuck me. "Would you like to come back to our place for a bath and a bite to eat?" I act pathetically grateful.

They usher me straight to the bathroom. As I soak I imagine their intense discussion: shall we, shan't we?

I never come out of the bathroom voluntarily. Perhaps she will knock on the door and ask if I'd like a cup of tea. When she brings it in I'm lying back in the bath with my legs apart. I leave the denim shorts on the floor with the crotch showing. The dirty crotch. She offers to wash my things. I accept.

Later she comes back with some clothes for me. Jeans, knickers, T-shirt. Hardly ever a skirt. When she comes in I get out of the bath and dry myself, keeping her in conversation, showing my little body to her.


I put the jeans and T-shirt on. I hand the knickers back to her.

The next test is always what he says when I encounter him. A brusque "where can we drop you when your washing's done?" and you can forget it. But usually it's: "would you like a drink?" I drink lots. Beer, wine, water. Maybe we'll have something to eat.

Have you noticed that men sit in armchairs, women sit on sofas? I sit next to her if possible.

What happens after the preliminaries? Let me give you an example.

Very nice couple, quite young, nice place, not hard up. Things had happened more or less as described up to this point. Now we were in their living room and they were chatting me up but they were a little unsure of themselves. I pretended to feel drowsy - the wine. I started to let my head nod. I leaned over and rested my head on her lap. She didn't seem to mind. I could feel them exchanging glances, trying to work out what to do next.

She began to stroke my hair. I dozed for a while, genuinely. When I woke I raised my head and kissed her and fondled her breasts. It surprised her but she responded. We kissed and she caressed my tits through my T-shirt.

He watched wide-eyed. I guessed this might be their first threesome. She wasn't bold enough to take the lead so I put my hand up her skirt and felt her cunt through her knickers, not gently. She gasped - surprise I think - but then she relaxed back into the sofa excited as hell. I unzipped my jeans and pulled her hand down inside them. I was feeling her roughly and she seemed to be on the point of coming so I got up and went to sit on his lap.

I rubbed my bottom against his erection.

"Has she wanted a woman for a long time?" I asked him.

He nodded. He too was practically coming in his pants. She looked flushed and ready for anything.

"Would she like to see you fuck me?" I said to him. "Or how about we tie her up and fuck her?" I suggested. He would have agreed to anything. Putty in my hands, both of them.

So he said to his wife: "All right if she ties you up?" The idea obviously appealed to him and he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Not that she was going to say no. Anything so long as she got her cunt seen to.

He went off to find something to tie her up with - I've had string, masking tape, neck ties, dressing gown cord - everything in the past. While he was out I pulled her knickers down and licked her cunt for her. She liked that.

On this occasion it was raffia - raffia! We stripped her off, laid her on her back on the sofa and tied her wrists to her ankles, legs wide apart, knees up to her shoulders so she was open and suckable and fuckable.

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