A Golden Shower
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Every morning my wife makes me a special cup of coffee. For me only. I watch her while doing so. She stands in the kitchen. Still in her nightgown, basically a big T-shirt. Lifts it up, holding it with her left hand. Spreading her legs while standing. Exposing her hairy cunt. An empty mug in her right, she holds it beneath her spread legs. Holds so, that can see her beautiful cunt. And fills the cup with a gush of delicious golden juice. Puts it on the table in front of me. And I sip it. Enjoy every last drop of it. Thinking what a lucky guy I am. Telling my wife that I love her. Thinking about the time we met. Damn, we had fun. Golden fun.
It has been years ago. I was early twenty, she close to thirty. It wasn’t love at first sight. Like many relationships it started out because we had to deal with each other. Workwise. She wasn’t my kind of girl. To skinny. Hardly any meat on her. She told me later that she wasn’t very found of me too. Maybe because of that we worked together quite well. Formed a good team. Climbed the corporate ladder together. So we had to spent a lot of time together. And yes, doing business trips together. And no, we didn’t wake up next to each other. The hotel room bed soaked in piss. No clue, except the obvious, what happened in the night before. We just got near each other. Talked a lot. After a while even private, non work conversations. We even started to discuss problems with our partners together.
Then there came a point were we had a big project to work on. A far too big project for our company. But a really important one. So we working was all we did. From early morning to past midnight. Only a few hours to sleep each night. Needless to say, we drove our private lives in the ground. My girlfriend left, her boyfriend moved out. We both were single. For the first time since we met each other. On our own and basically spending all our time together. We grew found of each other. As friends, for the moment.
It was in one of those quiet nights in the office. My future wife and me in still hanging out there. Working, alone, as nearly every night since to long ago. And as every human being, I need to piss. From time to time. So I headed to the toilet. Came back. Not realising the wet spot on my trousers. Those god forsaken last few drops. But she saw them. Even commented:”Pissed yourself. Should go to a doctor. For a check up.”
I had to hide the embarrassment. Was hoping that my face wasn’t turning red. And she said more, not really meaning it: “Next time I’ll help you. Shaking the last few drops out.”
Well, I had to smile. She was joking with me. She liked to do that. Nothing sexual included. Not at that point in time. So we kept on working. Until our we couldn’t keep our eyes open any more. We both drove home. Alone. Each of us in his own car.
The workload stayed on a high level for the next weeks. Or months. Free time was the moment between going to bed and falling asleep. No time for dreams either. In my brain, the thought of my work college shaking my dick evolved into a hot sex orgy. And thinking like that changed my view of her. She lost her sexual neutrality. I, at first unknowingly, started to check her out. Looked on her flat skinny ass. Looked at her thin tights, when she exposed them while wearing a short dress. And yes she took notice. From time to time approved it with a nice smile. She, maybe, as a pure reaction on my actions, began doing the same.
So there we were. Two adults. Working every day together. Sometimes spending more then ten hours a day in the same room. Talking about everything. Getting closer with the day. Again, on a night shift, we joked around. Until I had to go and take a piss. Out of fun she said the following: “Don’t piss on your trousers again.”
I had to laugh. And gave her back: “Your offer helping me still valid?”
She needed a few seconds to remember what I meant. She said: “Yes. Of course.”
Hoping that I would pull out in the last second.
Off we went, both to the men’s room. Me standing in front of a urinal. She next to me. Still no sign of pulling back in her. I wasn’t in the mood for it either. So I unzipped. And took my dick out. Pulled back my foreskin. And tried to pee. With her standing next to me, watching, waiting. And no, she didn’t jumped on my cock on first sight. Sucked the piss out of it until I shoot a load down her throat. It doesn’t happen that way. After what felt like an eternity I was able to let go. To let a golden stream out of my pee hole. Letting the golden juice flowing through the air. In a beautiful arch. Hitting the white ceramic on the other end. Watching the yellowed steamy water running down the sink.
She just stood beside me. Not really knowing what to do. Probably fighting the urge too pull back. To run away. Pretending that it never happened. But something kept her from doing it. When I was finished she shock the last drops out of my dick. No she didn’t jerked me off. Just did as she offered. And somehow a few drops landed on her right hand. Without thinking about it she pulled back her hand and licked it clean. I just stood there, just putting my dick back in my panties, while watching her doing it and I couldn’t believe my eyes. She just licked my piss of her hand.
Panic rose to her head when she realized what she had done. She left the room. Left the workplace, went home. I stood there for a while. Not knowing what to make out of it. I was finished with work for that day. So I drove back home too. Went to bed. Fell asleep without any problems. My brain did it again that night. Produced a nasty dream: My work partner drinking my hot piss. Even enjoying it. When I woke up, my panties were filled with cum. Had a wet dream. Hasn’t happened to me since ages. Then I had to go back to work.
There, two people tried to avoid each other as good as they could. An unspoken awkwardness filling the room. We barely were able to look at each other. Talking, or looking in the eyes was impossible. But a look at our schedule told us about an upcoming problem. We had a meeting out of town. Not far away, just an hour in a car. Together. Using one car. Provided by our company. I thought of jumping off. Driving by my own. But something, the voice of reasoning back of my head, told me, that it was the better decision to stick to the plan. Use the chance to talk about with her about what happened last night. She, on her own, came to the same conclusion.
So we headed of. Still not able to look at each other. I turned on the radio. Some classic rock tunes blurred out. We both liked and still like that sort of music. It relaxed us. We hummed a song together. After that I started a casual conversation. And she joined in. We talked as we always did, before the incident the night before. The tension between us went away. The ice broke. We were able to look at each other again. And honestly, it felt great to be able to do so. Then I tried it, slowly began to move the conversation on what happened the night before. It was fragile territory. She noticed me being nervous and took a shortcut. She told me that she was into kinky golden stuff. And already had a few juicy golden encounters. Some with her self, some with guys that were into it. But never found a boyfriend to share her passion.
After she finished, I looked at her. She sat there, unsecure, waiting for an answer. I needed a minute or two. Thinking about the right one. Not to upset her. Not to embarrass her. And I found a simple solution: “It is okay. I just was surprised yesterday. Now, thinking back, I quite like what you did.”
A smile rose on her face. She was relieved. I was relieved. And we drove on. Had our business meeting. Went on our first date later that night. Had a great evening. A great conversation. Looked each other in the eyes a lot. Held hands. Complimented each other. Went back home alone. No, we didn’t fucked on the first date. We did it with class. Since that evening, since that day, she never went out of my head again.
At work we had to play it cool. Had to be work buddies. And not two people on the edge to fall in love. But in the evenings, after work, when we found the time, we drove home, using different cars. But we met again in each others flats. Needless to say, we fucked our brains out. Just normal sex. First some passionate kissing. Touching each other. Before going down on it. In most cases it licked her juicy hairy cunt. Enjoying the taste of her. I am a passionate pussy licker. Fingering while my tongue was playing with her clitoris. She sometimes jerked my dick while I was down between her legs. Never gave me a blow job. Wasn’t her thing, and I am not the guy that forces someone in something they don’t want, especially when in the process of falling in love. After warming her up, and maybe a first orgasm for her, I slid my raging hard cock in her. No, no rubber. She was on the pill. Fucked her gently in the beginning. Got harder with the time. We both enjoyed it. Even managed to climax with each other. Not bad at all for the first times. Without knowing each others preferences.
Then it happened. Work gave us finally a chance to breath. The project was finished, we had a few days off. Free time. Over a few days. We didn’t made any plan. Just went home from work. Ordered a pizza and laid on the sofa, watching TV. Yes, we were boring as hell. After a while of sitting there, cuddled together, touching each other and kissing occasionally, she took my hand. Led me to the bathroom. Said one word: “Remember”
And I did. Got excited of what would happen next. She ordered me to lie down. In the bath tube. She closed the sink. Positioned herself, or better said her hairy cunt, over my head. Pointing it right to my mouth. I rose my head, stuck my tongue out and started to lick her cunt. She pushed me back. Ordered me to open my mouth. Then it made click in my head. And before I could do anything, a gush of warm golden juice landed on, or better said in my mouth. The taste, at first, wasn’t really mine. I needed a while to learn to enjoy it. Like with coffee. The first sip tasted horrible, now I need that black stuff. So I just let it run in my mouth. Spilled it out like a fountain. But it it activated my taste buds. In a previously unknown way. I smelled her piss for the first time. And it worked. It aroused me. I got hard. Really hard.
After her bladder was empty, she lowered herself. Rubbed her still piss wet pubic hair and her cunt over my face. And I enjoyed it. Liked her clean. For the first time. While sticking my tongue into her cunt she started to moan. So we went on. She sitting on my face. Me eating her cunt. She playing with my dick. Me, at least my face, covered in her piss. She had an orgasm after a while doing so. After she came, she got off my face. Kissed me with passion. Licked some of her own golden nectar off my face.
And then I was my turn. She wanted me to piss over her body. Over her flat chest, only two big hard nipple stood out, over her flat belly and over her already wet cunt. But I couldn’t do it. Had two reasons for it: Peeing with a raging boner if not used to it isn’t an easy task. And second, once more I had trouble with relaxing myself in her presence. But she helped me out. Gave me time. Gave me water to drink. While doing so, she played a little with herself. But no chance. So she tried a different approach. Remember, she was far longer in the golden business than me. She had experience on the field. So she gently put pressure on my bladder. And it worked.
At first only a few drops came out. Landed on her bony body. She dipped them up with her fingers. Licked them clean afterwards. A few seconds later a steady stream of piss shot out of my dick. Directly on her. Me using my dick like a fire hose. Spreading my urine all over her body. She acted like she was standing under a shower. Used her hands to rub my golden juice all over her body. After I was empty, she pulled me down. Let me lick her nipples. Let my lick her belly. Let me taste my own juice. And finally she shoved my head between her legs. Just for a while. Before I slid my dick in her cunt. Fucked her like an a****l. Got lost in it. We only did missionary. Until we came together.
Afterwards we stayed in the tube for a while. Hugging each other. Kissing. Lying in our own piss while doing so. Playing a little bit with it. Playing with our love juice. Enjoying each other. After a while we decided to clean ourselves up. Showered together. Had sex while doing it. And fell fore each other one more time, before falling asleep. In the bed. Under one blanket. Cuddled against each other.
So that is the story of my first golden shower. Me tasting piss for the first time in live. I will never forget that day. And I was looking forward, hoping to spent my life with my new girlfriend.. And yes, wondering if the whole thing could even get more kinkier. And it did. But that dear readers, is a story for another day.
It has been years ago. I was early twenty, she close to thirty. It wasn’t love at first sight. Like many relationships it started out because we had to deal with each other. Workwise. She wasn’t my kind of girl. To skinny. Hardly any meat on her. She told me later that she wasn’t very found of me too. Maybe because of that we worked together quite well. Formed a good team. Climbed the corporate ladder together. So we had to spent a lot of time together. And yes, doing business trips together. And no, we didn’t wake up next to each other. The hotel room bed soaked in piss. No clue, except the obvious, what happened in the night before. We just got near each other. Talked a lot. After a while even private, non work conversations. We even started to discuss problems with our partners together.
Then there came a point were we had a big project to work on. A far too big project for our company. But a really important one. So we working was all we did. From early morning to past midnight. Only a few hours to sleep each night. Needless to say, we drove our private lives in the ground. My girlfriend left, her boyfriend moved out. We both were single. For the first time since we met each other. On our own and basically spending all our time together. We grew found of each other. As friends, for the moment.
It was in one of those quiet nights in the office. My future wife and me in still hanging out there. Working, alone, as nearly every night since to long ago. And as every human being, I need to piss. From time to time. So I headed to the toilet. Came back. Not realising the wet spot on my trousers. Those god forsaken last few drops. But she saw them. Even commented:”Pissed yourself. Should go to a doctor. For a check up.”
I had to hide the embarrassment. Was hoping that my face wasn’t turning red. And she said more, not really meaning it: “Next time I’ll help you. Shaking the last few drops out.”
Well, I had to smile. She was joking with me. She liked to do that. Nothing sexual included. Not at that point in time. So we kept on working. Until our we couldn’t keep our eyes open any more. We both drove home. Alone. Each of us in his own car.
The workload stayed on a high level for the next weeks. Or months. Free time was the moment between going to bed and falling asleep. No time for dreams either. In my brain, the thought of my work college shaking my dick evolved into a hot sex orgy. And thinking like that changed my view of her. She lost her sexual neutrality. I, at first unknowingly, started to check her out. Looked on her flat skinny ass. Looked at her thin tights, when she exposed them while wearing a short dress. And yes she took notice. From time to time approved it with a nice smile. She, maybe, as a pure reaction on my actions, began doing the same.
So there we were. Two adults. Working every day together. Sometimes spending more then ten hours a day in the same room. Talking about everything. Getting closer with the day. Again, on a night shift, we joked around. Until I had to go and take a piss. Out of fun she said the following: “Don’t piss on your trousers again.”
I had to laugh. And gave her back: “Your offer helping me still valid?”
She needed a few seconds to remember what I meant. She said: “Yes. Of course.”
Hoping that I would pull out in the last second.
Off we went, both to the men’s room. Me standing in front of a urinal. She next to me. Still no sign of pulling back in her. I wasn’t in the mood for it either. So I unzipped. And took my dick out. Pulled back my foreskin. And tried to pee. With her standing next to me, watching, waiting. And no, she didn’t jumped on my cock on first sight. Sucked the piss out of it until I shoot a load down her throat. It doesn’t happen that way. After what felt like an eternity I was able to let go. To let a golden stream out of my pee hole. Letting the golden juice flowing through the air. In a beautiful arch. Hitting the white ceramic on the other end. Watching the yellowed steamy water running down the sink.
She just stood beside me. Not really knowing what to do. Probably fighting the urge too pull back. To run away. Pretending that it never happened. But something kept her from doing it. When I was finished she shock the last drops out of my dick. No she didn’t jerked me off. Just did as she offered. And somehow a few drops landed on her right hand. Without thinking about it she pulled back her hand and licked it clean. I just stood there, just putting my dick back in my panties, while watching her doing it and I couldn’t believe my eyes. She just licked my piss of her hand.
Panic rose to her head when she realized what she had done. She left the room. Left the workplace, went home. I stood there for a while. Not knowing what to make out of it. I was finished with work for that day. So I drove back home too. Went to bed. Fell asleep without any problems. My brain did it again that night. Produced a nasty dream: My work partner drinking my hot piss. Even enjoying it. When I woke up, my panties were filled with cum. Had a wet dream. Hasn’t happened to me since ages. Then I had to go back to work.
There, two people tried to avoid each other as good as they could. An unspoken awkwardness filling the room. We barely were able to look at each other. Talking, or looking in the eyes was impossible. But a look at our schedule told us about an upcoming problem. We had a meeting out of town. Not far away, just an hour in a car. Together. Using one car. Provided by our company. I thought of jumping off. Driving by my own. But something, the voice of reasoning back of my head, told me, that it was the better decision to stick to the plan. Use the chance to talk about with her about what happened last night. She, on her own, came to the same conclusion.
So we headed of. Still not able to look at each other. I turned on the radio. Some classic rock tunes blurred out. We both liked and still like that sort of music. It relaxed us. We hummed a song together. After that I started a casual conversation. And she joined in. We talked as we always did, before the incident the night before. The tension between us went away. The ice broke. We were able to look at each other again. And honestly, it felt great to be able to do so. Then I tried it, slowly began to move the conversation on what happened the night before. It was fragile territory. She noticed me being nervous and took a shortcut. She told me that she was into kinky golden stuff. And already had a few juicy golden encounters. Some with her self, some with guys that were into it. But never found a boyfriend to share her passion.
After she finished, I looked at her. She sat there, unsecure, waiting for an answer. I needed a minute or two. Thinking about the right one. Not to upset her. Not to embarrass her. And I found a simple solution: “It is okay. I just was surprised yesterday. Now, thinking back, I quite like what you did.”
A smile rose on her face. She was relieved. I was relieved. And we drove on. Had our business meeting. Went on our first date later that night. Had a great evening. A great conversation. Looked each other in the eyes a lot. Held hands. Complimented each other. Went back home alone. No, we didn’t fucked on the first date. We did it with class. Since that evening, since that day, she never went out of my head again.
At work we had to play it cool. Had to be work buddies. And not two people on the edge to fall in love. But in the evenings, after work, when we found the time, we drove home, using different cars. But we met again in each others flats. Needless to say, we fucked our brains out. Just normal sex. First some passionate kissing. Touching each other. Before going down on it. In most cases it licked her juicy hairy cunt. Enjoying the taste of her. I am a passionate pussy licker. Fingering while my tongue was playing with her clitoris. She sometimes jerked my dick while I was down between her legs. Never gave me a blow job. Wasn’t her thing, and I am not the guy that forces someone in something they don’t want, especially when in the process of falling in love. After warming her up, and maybe a first orgasm for her, I slid my raging hard cock in her. No, no rubber. She was on the pill. Fucked her gently in the beginning. Got harder with the time. We both enjoyed it. Even managed to climax with each other. Not bad at all for the first times. Without knowing each others preferences.
Then it happened. Work gave us finally a chance to breath. The project was finished, we had a few days off. Free time. Over a few days. We didn’t made any plan. Just went home from work. Ordered a pizza and laid on the sofa, watching TV. Yes, we were boring as hell. After a while of sitting there, cuddled together, touching each other and kissing occasionally, she took my hand. Led me to the bathroom. Said one word: “Remember”
And I did. Got excited of what would happen next. She ordered me to lie down. In the bath tube. She closed the sink. Positioned herself, or better said her hairy cunt, over my head. Pointing it right to my mouth. I rose my head, stuck my tongue out and started to lick her cunt. She pushed me back. Ordered me to open my mouth. Then it made click in my head. And before I could do anything, a gush of warm golden juice landed on, or better said in my mouth. The taste, at first, wasn’t really mine. I needed a while to learn to enjoy it. Like with coffee. The first sip tasted horrible, now I need that black stuff. So I just let it run in my mouth. Spilled it out like a fountain. But it it activated my taste buds. In a previously unknown way. I smelled her piss for the first time. And it worked. It aroused me. I got hard. Really hard.
After her bladder was empty, she lowered herself. Rubbed her still piss wet pubic hair and her cunt over my face. And I enjoyed it. Liked her clean. For the first time. While sticking my tongue into her cunt she started to moan. So we went on. She sitting on my face. Me eating her cunt. She playing with my dick. Me, at least my face, covered in her piss. She had an orgasm after a while doing so. After she came, she got off my face. Kissed me with passion. Licked some of her own golden nectar off my face.
And then I was my turn. She wanted me to piss over her body. Over her flat chest, only two big hard nipple stood out, over her flat belly and over her already wet cunt. But I couldn’t do it. Had two reasons for it: Peeing with a raging boner if not used to it isn’t an easy task. And second, once more I had trouble with relaxing myself in her presence. But she helped me out. Gave me time. Gave me water to drink. While doing so, she played a little with herself. But no chance. So she tried a different approach. Remember, she was far longer in the golden business than me. She had experience on the field. So she gently put pressure on my bladder. And it worked.
At first only a few drops came out. Landed on her bony body. She dipped them up with her fingers. Licked them clean afterwards. A few seconds later a steady stream of piss shot out of my dick. Directly on her. Me using my dick like a fire hose. Spreading my urine all over her body. She acted like she was standing under a shower. Used her hands to rub my golden juice all over her body. After I was empty, she pulled me down. Let me lick her nipples. Let my lick her belly. Let me taste my own juice. And finally she shoved my head between her legs. Just for a while. Before I slid my dick in her cunt. Fucked her like an a****l. Got lost in it. We only did missionary. Until we came together.
Afterwards we stayed in the tube for a while. Hugging each other. Kissing. Lying in our own piss while doing so. Playing a little bit with it. Playing with our love juice. Enjoying each other. After a while we decided to clean ourselves up. Showered together. Had sex while doing it. And fell fore each other one more time, before falling asleep. In the bed. Under one blanket. Cuddled against each other.
So that is the story of my first golden shower. Me tasting piss for the first time in live. I will never forget that day. And I was looking forward, hoping to spent my life with my new girlfriend.. And yes, wondering if the whole thing could even get more kinkier. And it did. But that dear readers, is a story for another day.
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