Stormy and the Golden Shower
I hated being the white knight in high school. I was always told "You're like a brother" or "You're a really good listener". Something about my nature made me try to help all of the girls I knew feel better about themselves. When I graduated I decided that I was not doing it anymore.|
So, I'm 19 and I'm sitting at home late one Saturday night trying to figure out what I'm going to do. I call a few friends and we decide we should head over to one of their houses and watch a movie (I'm almost certain it was Life of Brian). Just as I'm getting into my truck my mother sticks her head out the door and says that there's a girl on the phone for me.
So I pick up the phone and say "Hello" and a young lady on the other end says "Hey, fubar, it's Stormy. Could you come pick me up from my Dad's house?"
Stormy was a little bitty girl. All of about 4 foot 10 inches and about 85 pounds. Her dad's house was in Mabank, TX, which is no short drive in the middle of the night, but I hadn't heard from this chick in a year or so, and the last thing I had heard about her was that she had been busted for stripping at the age of 16. It was a year later, and Texas had changed the age of consent from 18 to 17.
So I drive an hour and a half or so to get her and on the way back to Dallas she starts telling me about all the bad stuff that had happened to her and how she had finally turned her life around. Quit smoking pot. Got away from the jealous boyfriend. Got a real job. Blah. Blah. Blah.
So, here I am listening to all this crap just like I had promised myself I was going to stop doing. While she's squawking away like the teacher on Charlie Brown, I'm having this conversation with myself about whether I should offer to take her somewhere just to get her out of my truck, listen to her moan about how bad her life was, or ask her if I get to have sex for listening to her bitch.
But before I can decide what to do she asks me if I had any sexual fantasies. Being quite Rico Suave, I used my most romantic line and said "Yer finer 'n shit. I jus' wanna fuck you."
Now how could a woman possibly turn that down? I mean really. I affirmed her beauty and expressed a desire to please her. It was all there.
Much to my amazement she said "No, that's not what I'm talking about. I mean is there anything you ever wanted to do to a woman, but figured she'd only laugh at you because it was too demeaning, or too gross, or illegal?"
OK. So now she's scaring me. I tell her that I never thought about it, and slip back into listening mode.
She tells me that while she was in juvenile, she would see girls piss on another girl who was rinsing her hair out, and it really turned her on. She said that she was leery of asking one of the girls in there to do it to her since she was the only white girl in her dorm. And that when she got out, all she wanted to do was call me and tell me about it.
"Why did you want to tell me about it?" I asked somewhat indignantly.
"Well, when we were in school together, you would listen to my problems and never seemed to be judgmental." she said.
"Well, I was wondering if you would pee on me while I finger myself."
"..." blink "..."
"I'm sorry. I was afraid you might think it was too weird."
"..." blink "..."
"Oh, just forget I said anything. Just please don't tell anyone."
Finally I said, "Look, I'm not going to tell you that tjis doesn’t shock me just a little. And I have to admit that we have a little bit of a problem."
She put her hand up and shook her head and said "I know. I know. You always were fairly religious and..."
I stopped her and said "Listen, I shed religion a few months ago. That's not the problem. The problem is that I pissed at the gas station just a few minutes ago. I couldn't pee now if I tried."
She looked at me with a certain degree of confusion until I said "Let's stop by 7-11 and I'll get a Big Gulp. I know a park in Mesquite that's nice and quiet."
So I replenished my fluids and we headed to the park in Mesquite. She was wearing a white tank top, no bra, a little plaid skirt, and some tennis shoes. Quite the little schoolgirl.
I pulled into the parking lot and we both got out of the truck. We walked once around the park while we both finished our drinks, and also made sure we had it to ourselves. We picked out a bench that was back in the trees, but still had a good view of the rest of the park.
She sat down on the bench and made small talk while we waited for the Mountain Dew to descend. Finally I told her I really had to go, and she said to wait until I was absolutely about to pop.
She slid her panties down around one of her ankles and started to finger herself. After a minute or so she took off her shirt revealing a beautiful B-sized set with perfect silver dollar nipples.
Watching all of this gave me a raging hard on. Have you ever tried to direct your piss while you have a hard on? And I'm not talking about morning wood. I thought the head of my dick was going to explode and shower Stormy with blood and gristle.
I told her that I had to pee NOW and asked her where she wanted it. She said she really didn't mind where.
So I tried to start peeing, and all I was getting was a trickle. In order to get any on her she had to lay down on the bench while I straddled her.
At first, it just puddled in her navel and drained over her right side. But as I started to relax and get a better flow going, I started bouncing it off her breasts. As she was about to come, I was just starting to develop a good stream. I let her have it as hard as I could and she seemed to enjoy me peeing right on the end of her nipples.
When she finally came, we noticed headlights pulled into the parking lot. She sat up quickly to put her clothes back on, and I was still pissing like mad. It got in her face. It got in her hair. It got all over her shirt.
And then the blue and reds start flashing. Fuck.
I finally pinched off the flow and the bitch runs off into the woods and leaves me alone to talk to the cop.
I walked up to my truck and the officer asks me if it is mine. "Yes sir." Did I know that this park closed at 10pm. "Yes sir". Was I able to explain what I was doing in the park?
Was I able to explain? What the hell was I supposed to say? For some reason, all I could say was "My little sister ran away from home. She likes to hide in the woods here."
Why the hell did I say that? That had to be the dumbest thing I ever said to a cop.
Fortunately he said he had a sister and knew how weird they could be, and that he'd help me find her. So we looked around a bit and I slowly wandered over to where I knew she was hiding. I went into the woods and got her and screamed "I found her". While the officer made his way over to us I explained to her as quickly as I could what I had told the cop.
When he got to us, he asked her if I was her brother. She said yes. He asked why she had run away from home. She said because Mom wouldn't let her friends spend the night. He reprimanded her and told her that who-knows-what could have happened to her if her brother hadn't come looking for her.
He sent us both home and we left as quickly as we could. I guess we were fortunate that he didn't notice, or didn't care, that her shirt was wet with piss and you could see everything through it.
I drove her to one of her friend’s houses and stopped out front. As she opened the door she looked at me and laughed. I asked her what was so funny. She said it was just nerves.
I walked her to the door (one does want to be a gentleman). Her friend answered and she went inside. I asked him if I could come in and finish peeing.
He said I couldn't because he was about to nail Stormy. He slammed the door in my face.
I never saw Stormy again.
My only hope is that that scumfucking asshole licked my dried piss off her body.
On the upside, I had a hell of an excuse for ditching the guys.