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PAISLEY PILLOWS Part N


PAISLEY PILLOWS
by Jeremy Edwards

(c) 1995

Chapter Four

	The three of us were sitting on the mattress, sipping wine 
(we'd opened our second bottle of the Bordeaux).  Suddenly Julia 
spoke.
	"So, Daniel, Alicia tells me you've got a healthy fascination 
for watching a beautiful woman pee."
	"Word sure gets around fast in a small town, doesn't it?" I 
joshed.
	"Really, though, I think that's so sexy," said Julia matter-
of-factly.  "Alicia and I have whiled away many an idle moment 
together fantasizing about guys who like wholesome water sports."
	"Indeed," concurred Alicia.  "I was wondering, Daniel, how you 
personally discovered this erotic attraction to female 
urolagnia?"
	"What's that about lasagna?" said Julia, laughing.
	"No, silly, 'urolagnia'.  It's a technical term I picked up 
somewhere.  It alludes to the pleasure of peeing."
	"Alicia reads some interesting books," Julia said to me.
	"Anyway, Daniel, would you be interested in telling us, in 
your own words, how you discovered this delicious facet of 
sexuality?"
	"I would be delighted.  Ever since adolescence, I'd always 
been vaguely turned on, in a semi-conscious way, by the mysteries 
of female urination.  I remember seeing pretty girls in my high 
school walk in and out of the girls' bathroom and feeling a 
natural thrill at the idea of them pulling down their jeans and 
panties in there.  Of course, I knew anatomy on paper, but at age 
fifteen I'd never had the privilege of seeing the real thing, so 
the whole process -- like everything that went on in the female 
private parts -- was at that time outside of my own direct 
experience, and consequently enshrouded in the cloak of the 
unknown.  So anyway, when I walked by the girls' room and my mind 
inevitably turned to the goings-on within, I was of course 
generally excited by the idea of the place being full of bare-
bottomed, bare-pussied girls.  And in retrospect, I can see that 
the idea of these young women's urolagnia was definitely a part 
of the excitement, even if I didn't think very specifically about 
it at the time.
	"It was not until a particular incident occurred that I became 
acutely conscious of my interest in feminine urination.  I was a 
senior in high school, and by this time I was not altogether 
without sexual experience.  I had kissed my share of sweet young 
cunts and felt moist, ripe lips around my youthful shaft on 
idyllic summer evenings.  On this particular occasion I was 
rehearsing very late after school for a play I'd gotten a lead 
part in.  My co-star was a gorgeous young woman named Monica -- 
new to our school that year -- who I had immediately developed a 
huge crush on the first day of rehearsal.  Well, Monica liked me 
too, and on this evening we were just hanging around together in 
the auditorium after rehearsal had ended, talking over our parts 
and enjoying each other's company.  I asked her to go out with me 
on the upcoming weekend and I was thrilled when she readily 
accepted the invitation.  
	"We then noticed how late it was and got up to leave the 
auditorium.  We killed the lights and closed the door behind us 
as we walked out into the hall.  The school was now deserted; 
even the track team had showered and gone.  I suggested we walk 
home together, since her house was sort of on my way.
	" 'I just need to pee before we leave,' she said, and I felt a 
little  bulge  in my crotch.   Then it happened:   Monica turned 
her exquisite face toward me, her auburn hair setting off her 
sexy green eyes.  'Do you wanna come with me?' she invited.  
'We've got the whole school to ourselves, after all.'  Her voice 
had a shy but daring lilt to it which electrified me.  Her eyes 
promised worlds of erotic delight.
	"I didn't know what to say, except 'Sure!'  Monica led me into 
the girls' room, where we set our books and jackets down on a 
spacious window seat.  Then she took my hand and led me into a 
stall with her.  She just stood there for a moment, then she 
reached for my hand and directed it underneath her into the 
crotch of her jeans.
	" 'Can you feel the water pulsating inside me?' she asked.
	"Well, I could sure feel some kind of excitement in there -- 
probably it was that combination of pee and horniness which I 
know you ladies are both well acquainted with.  Anyway, my cock 
was pressing fervently against the inside of my pants and, 
reaching around with both hands for Monica's sensuous, flared 
bottom, I lifted her up and clasped her to me, kissing her 
passionately on the lips.  I pressed her body tightly against 
mine and felt her gyrating her hips as she moaned with pleasure.  
Gently I lowered her so her feet touched the ground.  Monica 
still stood pressed against me, rubbing her mound up and down 
against my rigid cock through our clothing.
	" 'Oh, I feel all tickly inside about how I'm going to pee 
right in front of you,' said Monica.  'It feels deliciously 
exciting.'
	"In a fever I unsnapped the narrow waist of her jeans and 
began to peel them down her thighs, along with her fragrant-
smelling powder-blue panties.  As I did so, I thrilled to the 
sight of the inside of the panty crotch, a sight which emphasized 
the fresh nudity of the nearby regions it had so recently 
enclosed.  I kissed her auburn mound of hair again and again as 
my thumb worked its way into her crotch and tickled her 
moistening pussy.  Once again Monica moaned with pleasure, this 
time more deeply.
	" 'Okay, Daniel, I'm ready to let go.'

	"I peeled the jeans and panties farther down her legs and 
reached around to grab Monica's bottom again.  I gently pushed 
her tummy in so that she bent herself into a sitting position as 
I deposited her on the seat.
	" 'Now, if you pull my pants all the way off, I can spread my 
legs so that you get a good view,' Monica offered with a smile as 
she jiggled breathlessly around on the toilet seat.
	"I acted quickly, being easily convinced of the merits of this 
plan, and within another moment Monica gave out a beautiful sigh 
and began to water the little pond beneath her right before my 
delighted eyes.  I watched in fascination as the blond water 
gushed and dribbled out of her and her thighs trembled with the 
ecstasy of release.
	"Monica and I had both been hoping to fuck each other on the 
coming weekend, but before we left that girls' bathroom we had 
fucked twice right there on the floor, using our jackets as a 
blanket beneath us.  So Monica's inspired invitation to me to 
join her as she answered the call of Nature had certainly gotten 
our sex life together off to a grand start!
	"Monica and I dated a lot that year, and she had a charming 
way of working some form of cozy urination ritual into almost all 
of our sexual encounters.  For example, when pissing into the 
commode she would often squat in the nude several inches above 
the seat, so that I could get a grand, glorious view of the 
liquid pouring out of her luscious body, which I greatly 
appreciated!  She also loved to sensuously wet her pants in front 
of me; this wonderful pre-fucking event occurred on many a fine 
occasion in the privacy of her bedroom.  And sometimes I would 
deliberately show up at her house with a full bladder and a 
change of clothes so that we could simultaneously pee in our 
pants, Monica clutching hornily at the front of my jeans as it 
became soaked and I reaching equally randily into the crotch of 
her tight-fitting pants to feel her wet herself, as our bodies 
shook with sensory bliss   and   psychosexual  excitement.    We   
both   found   it 
incredibly enjoyable, liberating and arousing to create this 
relaxed, erotic context for urination and to experience the basic 
pleasure of letting go of our pee as a wholesome sexual thrill to 
share with an eager, fascinated partner.  For my part, I'll never 
forget the serenely orgasmic expression Monica would get on her 
face when she peed for me.  She transformed what to many is a 
mundane bodily function into a supreme activity of shared sexual 
bliss.
	"Sometimes when I arrived to visit her, Monica would sit me 
down and bound into my lap, bladder full.  Then, swinging her 
legs ecstatically over the sides of the chair, she'd pee right 
through her underwear and pants onto the crotch of my straining 
jeans, while she French-kissed me and I reached up her blouse to 
squeeze her ripe, round breasts.  Other times we'd deliberately 
start fucking before she'd pissed.  She'd straddle me and hold 
her pee till I'd fucked her up to the heights of sexual ecstasy.  
Then she'd experience the overwhelming tidal wave of orgasm and 
her bladder would automatically empty right then and there as her 
nude body rode my shaft wildly in the midst of her indescribable 
climax -- which was all exactly as we'd planned! 




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