Kimmie's story reminds me of an old "Sex and the City" episode where Carrie's older lover, a politician, asked the same question of her. And The Zola's story about his gal pal The Biscuit who picked up a guy while peeing between two parked cars--and later discovered he was into that.
Once again, with great pleasure and pride, here's Kimmie:
“I love watching women pee,” he said, his bright blue eyes looking straight into mine.
Well. That was a new one. He was still staring at me, waiting to see my reaction to his bold statement. We’d met a few hours earlier as I was sitting with friends at a bar, sharing a bottle of wine. He was a friend of theirs that just happened to be there, too, so we made a little party of it. He was fun to talk to, and as the evening went on, we discovered that we’d been a lot of the same places in our travels. He was an interesting guy.
He was pretty handsome, too. His eyes were the bright icy blue of a husky, so I knew he got comments on them a lot. He had a classic preppie look about him, in a striped button-down shirt and jeans with a sport coat. His clothes weren’t that exciting, but he had a pretty nice build, so that was a plus. His eyes were what got me that night. Those eyes - and the multiple bottles of Argentinian Malbec.
My friends decided to call it a night and took a cab home, leaving me with my new friend. There were some places in Las Vegas that we’d both been to that our mutual friends didn’t know about, places that were a bit anything-goes, compared to the more public destinations. I’d seen his eyes light up a few times as I casually mentioned a few places I’d been and a few events that he apparently recognized. Our friends hadn’t shown any indication that they knew what we were talking about, so we let it go, but I could tell he was filing the information away for later.
Sure enough, as soon as we were along, he moved his chair next to mine and leaned into me so we were almost head to head. He stared into my eyes and smiled. “I think we both know some things about each other now,” he said, one eyebrow raised slightly, head cocked mischievously to the side. “Care to share any more stories?”
I laughed. It was true. We did indeed know a few things about each other that went completely over the heads of our friends that night. However, I wasn’t feeling quite ready to open up yet. One never knew for sure. “I’m sure you have a few that are much crazier than mine,” I replied as demurely as possible. “Tell me something that our friends would have found shocking.”
He laughed. He had adorable dimples when he laughed. He was still leaning in toward me, his eyes still on mine. I liked this very direct boy. I knew I was playing a risky game, but it was exhilarating to sit there with him, teetering on the edge of propriety with someone I was beginning to think might have a chance of being a bit depraved. How crazy was he? I knew some of the places I’d been were way out of my comfort zone, places where I was not only content to be a voyeur, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. How far did he go? Where was the line for him?
“Well,” he said, “first let me explain that I used to do drugs. A lot of drugs. And not only did I use them, I sold them. Coke was my fave.” He wasn’t idly bragging. His face told the story better than his words ever could. Some people get a kick out of talking about messing with drugs, but when a person has that look of pain and anger and longing all at the same time, you can be sure it’s no joke to them. That look told me he knew he was better off without the coke, but there was still a part of him that would get high in a second.
“So I had money. Lots of it. I had just made a killing and went to Vegas with around a hundred thousand. I just grabbed every friend I had around me at the moment and we headed out there. We got a suite on the strip and just went to town. We were VIP wherever we decided to go. I had women just dripping off me every night. I had more women than I knew what to do with.
“One night, my business partner and I decided to get some hookers. We got some great hookers. These girls were hot as shit. I got white girls, I got black girls, I got Latinas. We had ten hookers in that room with just the two of us, and we had coke coming out of our asses. I’ve never been so high in my life. I told the girls I like to get freaky. They were fine with freaky. We were all just fine with freaky by that point. Everyone was naked, everyone was happy, it was a fucking party, you know?"
I nodded. I didn’t know, but I could imagine. I could picture what he was talking about, and that was good enough. He seemed pleased with the memory. He stopped talking to grab a cigarette and light it. Thank goodness we were outside on the deck. He leaned back, lost in thought, a small, tight smile on his lips. He took another drag as I sipped my wine, curious to know where this was going.
He tapped out his cigarette and took a long swallow of the Malbec. He leaned forward to me again, and that’s when he laid it out.
“I love watching women pee.”
“I’ve always loved it. I don’t know why, I have no memories of anything happening to me as a child, but it just fucking turns me on to watch women pee. So there I was with a hotel suite full of hookers and a barrel of coke, and I told those girls to pee on each other. I had one of them sucking my cock and another peeing on her while she sucked and another peeing on me at the same time. I was in fucking heaven, you know? Ten girls, all doing whatever the hell I wanted them to do, and what I wanted was for them to pee on each other.
“It was the best night of my life.”
I kept my face neutral. He was watching me so carefully. This was way, way out of my world. I had heard of the concept of golden showers, of course, but I’d never met anyone who was apparently really into it as this guy was. He was pretty factual about it. He didn’t seem defensive or worried about my reaction, which is why I was controlling it so hard. I had the feeling that for him, he’d feel like he won if I showed disgust or shock or any other typical reaction to such a crazy story, and for whatever reason, I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. I certainly couldn’t top that story. I had been to some shocking places in my life, but I had never done anything close to what he had just described, so if this was a competition, he’d just won hands down.
But he didn’t need to know that. So I smiled slowly, amused, and said calmly, “Well, that sounds like quite a weekend. Not your typical Vegas story, for sure.” He smiled and leaned back, apparently content with my answer. We sat there quietly for a moment, each with our own thoughts and our two glasses of wine.
He sat forward again, right up in my face. He looked from one eye to the other and back, then down to my lips and back to my eyes. He reached out and traced my hairline from my forehead down over one ear and along my jaw. I watched his face, looking at his eyes and his mouth, trying to guess what was going on in his head. I didn’t have to wait long to find out.
“I want to watch you pee,” he whispered in my ear. “I want to spread your thighs apart while you sit on the john and I want to watch you pee. Will you let me do that? Will you let me watch you pee?”
Okay, wow. I kept my head leaned forward so he couldn’t see my face. I did not see that coming. I know my eyes must have popped wide open for a moment. My mind was racing. Was I into that? Did I want to do something that crazy and… out there? What would it be like? Should I? Should I just say no? Should I just say yes? How did I feel about this? Really, what was this all about?
He grabbed my head with both hands, and as I got control of my face, he kissed me. Right there in the bar, with no care as to who might see or how inappropriate it was, he kissed me slowly, deeply and very, very well. Ah shit. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was my type-A competitive personality, maybe it was the kiss. Maybe it was all the above. Whatever it was, I found myself nodding. Yes, he could watch me pee. I didn’t know if I was into it or not, but I figured I’d never know unless I tried, and this was probably a rare opportunity to try something new with someone who was apparently a pro. I was game.
His face lit up like a little boy looking at a pile of birthday presents. “Yeah? Yeah? You’ll do it?” he asked, grinning from ear to ear. I couldn’t help laughing, he looked so eager and pleased. Together we stood up and walked from the bar toward the restrooms. He wrapped one arm around me tightly as we walked, squeezing me into him. Well, at least one of us was going to enjoy this night. I still wasn’t sure about myself.
The ladies room was empty, so I walked in and opened the handicap stall. He snuck in behind me, tiptoeing across the floor like a burglar skulking around at night. He locked the door behind us and kissed me again, then pointed at the toilet. “You sit,” he whispered. Shaking my head at my own idiocy, I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down as I sat. Just like he said, he reached in between my legs and pushed them apart, leaning his face down between my knees.
I peed. He watched.
Nothing. It did nothing for me. I waited, not sure what I would feel or think, but it was nothing. It didn’t turn me on, it didn’t even make me feel naughty. All I could think as I sat there and watched him watching my urine stream into the toilet was, This is just weird. I guess he was happy enough, but even his reaction seemed weird to me. I’m not sure if I was expecting him to touch himself or get hard or just explode right there, but I’m pretty sure none of those things happened. He watched, then let himself out of the stall while I took care of business and buttoned back up.
We met back up in the bar, but that was it for me. I was done. I was ready to get out. I think he knew it, too. He didn’t ask for my number and I didn’t offer it. We kind of hugged goodbye and got into our cars, never to see each other again. I will never know what, if anything, he got out of the evening. All I know is that if a stranger in a bar ever asks if he can watch me pee, I can now say no thank you, I’m not into that, and I’ll know it’s true because I tried it.
I’m really, really not into it.
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