A Lucky Case of Despiration

A Lucky Case of Desperation

The lecturer kept going on and on, why drinking and driving was bad, how to adjust your mirrors, blah blah blah. Sandy was there because she had gotten a speeding ticket, and it was either this, or points on her license and a big insurance bill. Besides being hot and bored in the stuffy room, Sandy had an increasing need to pee, and the group had been told that leaving the room for any reason would mean having to sit through it again. She noticed that the girl next to her was squirming in her seat, she must need to go too.

Finally, the instructor announced a ten-minute break , and the girls made a dash for the restroom. It didn’t have a stall, just a stainless-steel toilet sitting in the open and a dirty urinal. Sandy was first through the door and was already dropping her pants as the other girl locked the door behind them.

“I’ll be quick as I can, hope you can hold it that long.”

“I don’t think I’ll make it, I’ll use the urinal.”

The thought of using a urinal to pee in had never occurred to Sandy and she twisted her head to see how it could be done. With her pants around her ankles the girl bent her knees and held her pussy lips apart. With a relieved sigh, a stream of piss hit the porcelain. Sandy was so intent on watching she wasn’t peeing herself, at first fascinated watching the yellow flow, then shocked as the girl licked her fingers before pulling her pants up. Only then did Sandy release her bladder, in the small room the sound of it seemed to echo in her ears. When she wiped herself, her fingers got wet, the thought of tasting them went through her mind before she grabbed more paper instead.

“Hey” the other girl said. “You really went for a long time there; bet you feel better now. My names June, what’s yours?”

“Sandy. Have you used a urinal before? I never have.”

“Just once, I’ll have to tell you about it but we better get back before we’re late.”

At 3:00 it was over, outside they lit up cigarettes and June asked Sandy if she wanted to go get a beer.

“I would, but left my money at the house.”

“No problem, I got a rack at my place. How about that, It’s just a short walk.”

“Thanks, after listening to that idiot in a hot room for six fucking hours I need a brew.”

June’s apartment was on the second floor of a small complex, the window ac was having a hard time keeping up with the heat from the roof. June put two beers on the kitchen table before hanging her blouse over the chair back.

“It’ll get even hotter in here before the sun goes down, if you’re comfortable in just a bra, go for it.”

Sandy stripped off her tee and checked out June’s tits as she took her first slug of beer. The bra looked too small for the heavy breasts, the fabric stretched tight making the dark nipples poke out at her. She was always disappointed she didn’t have more on top, she filled out a B cup but that was it.

“Okay, I’m curious, tell me about using the urinal.”

“It was a few years back, my boyfriend at the time and I were drinking at a club, and we both needed to pee. Anyway, I decided to follow him into the mens, we were sorta buzzed and making out a bit, and when his cock came out I asked if I could hold it while he went. It was cool, waving it around, and he was starting to get hard and his piss went up in the air and I was making a mess with it. Then he said it was my turn, and I had to pee standing. So, like I said, I was drunk and needed to go so I did it. He had to hold me up and I got pee all over my pants and I was laughing, and he said let’s go home and fuck.”

“After that he wanted me to hold his dick while he pissed all the time, and when I went, he’d put his hand between my legs then lick his fingers.”

“Wow, cool story. I saw you lick your fingers in the bathroom, you must have gotten into it too.”

“I don’t even remember doing it today, but yeah, I like it. Haven’t you tasted yours?”

“No, but you have me curious. Someday I might try”.

Two beers later and both girls had removed their bras and Sandy’s bladder was talking to her again.”

“I need to use your bathroom, be right back.”

“So, how about it? Are you going to taste your pee? There’s no time like the present.”

“Not this time, it would be sort of weird.”

“Girl, I am all about the weird, come on let me show you there’s nothing to it.”

June grabbed Sandy by the hand and led her to the toilet.

Now sit and spread your legs, don’t be shy, we’ve both seen pussies before. I’m going to put my hand in there and you give it a squirt, okay.”

Sandy wasn’t sure about all this, but did as asked. When she felt a hand cup her sex she pushed and soaked Junes fingers for a second. June stuck her fingers in her mouth and happily licked the piss off them.

“That was good, I never tasted another woman’s pee before. Now just do it again on your hand.”

Sandy reached down and her clit jumped as a fingernail brushed it, she hadn’t realized she was getting so excited. Taking a deep breath she pushed her labia aside and felt piss run off her fingers and into her ass crack. Determined to go through with it she looked June in the eye and stuck as much of her hand into her mouth as she could. As she licked her other hand crept up and squeezed a nipple, was she really enjoying it that much? The taste wasn’t unpleasant, and the act was erotic.

“I see why you like it, it felt really intimate. I thought it would make me feel dirty, but it didn’t.



June took her place on the toilet.

“If you want you can taste mine. You’re new to this, if you don’t want to I won’t be upset.”

Sandy looked at the tight curls of Junes pubic hair, the ones closest to the slip glistened. Leaning over she cupped the mound and waited. June looked at Sandy’s breasts, inches from her face, nipples standing proud. Leaning forward she was able to suck on one as she let her piss flow, only releasing the tit when she was done. Sandy stood up and was only a little tentative about tasting the piss on her hand, It seemed stronger than her own, and she wanted more, she rubbed Junes wet pubes to get another taste of it.

“My god, I can’t believe I just did that! I’m not a, I mean, I have boyfriend and all, but that really got me hot. God, I need a beer.”

In the kitchen June asked Sandy to tell her about her boyfriend.

“Scott’s a great guy, we met last year. He works on software for….”

“Girl, that’s not what I meant! Tell me the good stuff, tell me about the sex, tell me about his dick! It’s been months since I’ve seen one!”

“If that’s what you want to hear you better get me another beer. You would love his dick. He has a genuine 8 incher, and he knows how to use it. First time we did it I walked funny the next day; you know the feeling?