The day I met sexysinna
By holyknight (c) 2016
This was a few years back, before I had settled down, and was still traveling during my summers. I was on summer break from college and visiting a war buddy of mine I had not seen since I had gotten out of the service. I had spent a few days with him reminiscing about old times, and on that weekend he took me to a party in a nearby city that was being hosted by friends of his.
When we got there, the party was being hosted in a large house near the northern outskirts of town. The party turned out to be a much bigger affair than I expected, with almost a hundred people dancing to theDJ in the large backyard. Paranoia or preparedness prevented me from indulging in the party, and I found a corner to observe people from while I sipped some of the drinks I had brought, expecting the party to be a much smaller BYOB affair. My friend found me after about an hour, having found a girl who was into soldiers, and was informing me that he was leaving for her place. I assured him I would be able to find my way back to the guest house, or worst case scenario, had the funds for a hotel room. I made a quick check of my front pocket to make sure I still had my cab fare and my debit card there just in case, and that is when I saw it.
About 30 feet away from me there was a tall, handsome, man chatting up this gorgeous brunette in a nice crop top and a short black skirt. Apparently, things weren’t going fast enough for him, because I could swear I saw him put something into her drink when he moved forward and touched her hand. I barely knew what city I was in, but there was no way I was going to let him get away with what he might be planning. In this instance, my preparedness paid off, and I grabbed a fresh beer from the pack I brought, and butted my way into their conversation.
“You look like you could use a fresh beer. Courtesy of me,” I said as I offered her an unopened beer.
“Thanks, I guess. I haven’t finished this drink yet though,” her beautiful eyes looking at me with suspicion and confusion.
Her large companion didn’t take kindly to my insertion into their conversation, “Hey asshole, I was talking to the lady, back the fuck off.” He started to puff up his chest and I half expected him to take off his shirt right there.
I pulled out a coaster from my wallet. “Pour some of your drink on here.”
The girl hesitantly complied. The coaster changed color to blue. “Well, look at that, says here blue indicates the presence of rohypnol. How about that, you tried to roofy her. Smile.” I pulled out my phone and took a picture of the would be date rapist. “Now, if I see any girls mysteriously passing out, this pic is going to go all over the internet, and more importantly, to the local police. So, fuck off, and don’t try that shit again.”
“That was pretty cool of you.” the lovely girl said an enticing accent as we made introductions.
“If you don’t want the beer, you are under no obligation to drink it, I just needed an opening.”
“No, I would love to have a drink with you. That guy was kinda cute, but something about him kinda creeped me out. Now I know. So, why do you have a case of beer with you?”
“I have ice too. In the case. I came here with a friend, thinking this was a house party, and that it would be rude to show up uninvited without a peace offering. Party crashing 101, right? Well, when I got here, it turns out that this was more of an event type party, which not really being my scene, or my sound, or do I want to pay $6 a drink, I decided to hide in the corner and people watch. Lame, I know.”
This gets a laugh from her. “Where is your friend at now?”
“Oh, he met a girl early on, and left with her, which is pretty typical of him to be honest. At least I don’t have to sleep in the other room while he fucks her this time.”
“Your friend sounds like kind of an asshole.”
“Oh, he isn’t kind of an asshole, he is the genuine article. I trust him with my life, but that doesn’t change the fact that he is an asshole. To be honest, I’m an asshole too. As soon as I leave this place, I’m posting that guys pic to let everyone know exactly what his game is. Best case no girl ever gives him the time of day again. Worst case scenario, he tries to find me, I beat his ass, end up in jail, and my friend has to pull out of the girl to come bail me out. So win-win.”
That gets another laugh from her. “If you want to go somewhere else, I would be game.” I can tell by the look that she is giving me that we could go get a room right now, and she would be down for that. I’m so tempted to take her up on her offer, she is easily in the top 10 of women I have met in real life, and hey, I did protect her from a date rapist. On the other hand, I have no idea how much she had had to drink before we started talking, and we had both gone through more than two beers in the hour we had spent talking. “How about we grab a bite to eat? Soak up some of that alcohol, rehydrate, and then we don’t have to yell over the DJ?” I ask reluctantly.
She gives me a warm smile, “That sounds like a wonderful idea.”
I’m personally just happy to spend more time with this enchanting lady. “This is embarrassing, but even though we have been talking for the last hour, I don’t think I caught your name. I’m (Name redacted), I didn’t catch your name?”
“Oh, no need to be embarrassed, I think in the rush of things we forgot to make proper introductions. I’m Sinna.”
As we left the area, the girl starts heading in the direction of a black BMW convertible, with the top left down. “This is his car!”
“The asshole back at the party.”
“No shit. What did you want to do?”
“I really need to pee.”
A bulge immediately starts to form in my pants. “Any way I can help?” I try to say as innocently as possible. Watching this amazing girl piss anywhere would be a dream come true. Watching her piss all over an expensive car interior? I would be lucky if I didn’t blow my load right then and there. Sweet golden justice was the icing on the cake for me.
“Do you think you could lift me up over the edge?”
“Not a problem.” I’m not a small guy by any means, and back then I was still in great shape. I put both my hands around her waist and lifted her to about my chest height.
“Oh my, you are really strong. That won’t work, I might pee all over you.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” flashing her a naughty grin.
“Maybe after we grab that bite to eat, no? I want to get as much in the car as possible. Grab me by the thighs, would you?”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I grabbed her right leg in one hand and with a little bit of a jump on her part I grabbed the other so she was more or less spread eagle in mid air. I briefly wondered if she was just going to pull her panties to the side or pee right through them, when to my surprise I saw that she wasn’t wearing any. A mischievous grin crossed her face as she directed her stream all over the dashboard and steering wheel. She paused briefly as she reached down to open up the center console, and pee all around it, while getting a fair amount inside it as well. Her stream came to a stop as she asked me to take her to the other side. She opened up the glove compartment, and in a feat of precision pissing, pissed all over the documents he was keeping in there before covering the passenger’s seat with hot, beer smelling urine. She took aim for the interior of the windshield, giving it a few quick blasts from her shaved pussy.
“Alright, move me to the back, and help me open the cover.”
We found the snaps that opened the automatic cover, allowing us to peer inside. This time she hung off my neck as she hovered above the canopy well, and peed for close to thirty seconds inside.
Watching her piss made my need all the more pressing. After she was done, I got my dick out and started to piss in his car as well.
“Can I hold it?” She asked, excitement in her eyes.
Not one to turn down a girl when she asks to hold my cock, especially one as sexy as her, I said, “By all means.”
Like a kid with a new toy, Sinna aimed my dick at every part of that car that looked even halfway dry. When we were done, I think we soaked the entire inside of that car.
“We had better leave before he comes out here,” she said with a giggle. I heartily concurred and we walked down the road a ways looking for the all night dinner I saw on the way to the party.
“Why didn’t you just stand in the car and piss there instead of having me hold you?” I asked after we located the diner on my phone and had directions.
“I didn’t want to have to walk in wet shoes,” was her matter of fact reply.
“Maybe I wanted you to hold me, see what kind of man you were.”
“And what do you think?”
“I don’t think you are an asshole. You seem like a decent enough guy.”
I found my phone and posted his photo on the party’s facebook, with a short blurb about what he had tried to do.
“Still think I’m not an asshole?”
“I think you are trying to keep a lot of people safe.”
“Doesn’t mean I’m not an asshole. I did lie to the guy and help you piss all over his car and then pissed all over the car myself.”
“I asked you for help, and I aimed your dick for you. If anyone is an asshole here, it’s me. It was my idea to piss all over his car.”
“I’ll concede we are both assholes then, in our own way.”
We got to the diner, which was only a short walk from the property the party was being hosted at. The place was nearly dead, being in the middle of the night before the bars closed, so we were able to find an isolated booth near the back so we could talk in peace. We ordered classic drunk food, burgers and fries, which are good for soaking up the booze and replacing lost electrolytes.
“So, why were you at that party in the first place?” she asks, looking at me with her big, brown eyes.
“Well, we were both in the service together, and I try to get together with my old battle buddies from time to time. Sometimes the surviving members all get together as a group, sometimes it’s just a few of us, but we try to keep in touch. He had a four day weekend, and I’m on summer break from college so I road tripped it out here. Why were you there?”
“To be honest, I was looking to get laid. I would have probably fucked that guy fair and square had he not tried to drug me.”
“His loss then. Are you from around here then?”
“No, I’m just here, visiting a friend. She had just had a baby, and I stopped by to help her out and to see the baby. It’s good to see her and everything, but I needed some me time, you know? I heard about the party, and figured it wouldn’t be too hard to hook up there. I would normally just take care of myself, but it is so hard with a newborn that seems to wake up every time I really get into it.”
“I can imagine, what every time you find some decent porn, and just start to get into it, the baby cries.”
This gets her to laugh, “No, more like every time I’m about to cum, I get called away to something. Then I have to hide my toy, close my laptop, put on at least a shirt. And don’t even think about going beyond simple toying. It’s like I’m living at home with my parents again.”
“What do you like to do beyond just ‘simple toying’? Are you talking like anal play, or do you like to put on a full body fursuit or something?”
“No, nothing like that. Well, I don’t mind anal play now and then, but promise you won’t judge me?”
“As long as you don’t masturbate with the remains of small children you murdered, then no, no judgment.”
“Fair enough. I like to pee when I play.”
“That is awesome!”
“I’ve only met two girls who were actually into pee play, and both of them were already taken. And unfortunately for them, their partners in both cases weren’t. I mean, one was a lesbian, so I didn’t even have a shot there, but still. I’ve only gotten a few girls to fool around with pee a little bit, mostly outdoors or in the shower.”
“I don’t always pee play, but if given a choice between peeing and not, I would choose pee every time. There is just something that turns me on even more being covered in piss, even if it is only my own. When I’m at home, I have a special area just for pee play. I’m not so lucky when I’m away.”
“If I had a place where you could piss, I would gladly let you use it, if only I could watch the show.”
“If you are watching the show, why not join in?” she asked coyly.
“Well, it would be rude if I wasn’t asked. I’m going to have to take care of something myself before too long.”
With a grin she said, “If you start jerking off here, you will get us kicked out.”
“Funny, though you are starting to tempt me. No, I need to go take a piss.”
She bit her lower lip as she asked, “Would you mind holding it for me?”
“Well, what am I going to get out of it?”
“I promise I will make it worth your while.”
Now, I generally don’t hold for my own pleasure, but I can usually go several hours between breaks. Not as much when I’ve been drinking, especially beer. Add that on top of several glasses of Sprite, and I was starting to get pretty desperate. With no real definition of ‘worth my while’ to go with, I didn’t really have much to go on, other than an extremely pretty girl who had managed to push all of my good buttons so far was asking me to. This was on top of the fact that she was openly talking about her masturbatory habits, and that was a sure sign she would be up for just about anything, as long as she had hope of getting a good hard fucking at the end of it. One of my personal rules, and an all around good rule of thumb, is don’t give people you just met control over you. In the past, this meant no S&M stuff on a one night stand. The story for how that came to be a personal rule of mine is a funny one, but I’ll save it for another time.
A small part of me still felt like I could be taking advantage of her in a compromised state, but we had stopped drinking over an hour ago, and had somewhat sobered up. Besides, there is only so much temptation a man can take, and the thought of this absolutely stunning woman of her fucking herself with who knows what while pissing all over a bed or a couch, that was the stuff of my wildest fantasies.
“Will you be holding too?” I asked, thinking the question only fair.
“Do you want me to?”
I thought about that a bit. The thought of her bouncing around desperately, begging for release, until the dam breaks and she floods herself and everything around her with hot piss. Tempting, to be sure, but I broke one of my personal rules and decided to let her have complete control, and see where it took me. What is life without risk, right?
“No, I want you to pee whenever and wherever you want to.”
“I love the sound of that, and I’m glad you said that, because I am dying to pee too.”
“I hope you aren’t going to go to the restroom and leave me to my imagination.”
“The thought never even crossed my mind. Though I will wait until after we have paid the check.”
“Don’t worry I’ve got this.” I said as I waved to get the attention of the one waitress working that night, who was chatting with someone who appeared to be a regular. About 5 minutes later we had paid the check, and she was starting to look a little desperate
“We’ll just finish our drinks and then head out, if that is ok?” Sinna asked the waitress.
“Take all the time you need. Do you want any refills before I go?”
“No, we are fine, we will be leaving soon. Thank you very much.”
Having exchanged the necessary courtesies, the waitress returned to the front of the diner to talk with her regulars, none of whom were paying either of us any attention. My companion gave a quick look over her shoulder, to ensure that no one was looking this way. As we were in a rather isolated section of the diner, there wasn’t even another person in line of sight. She turned back towards me, flashing a devilish grin, and casually dropped her fork on the floor. “Could you get that for me?” she asked sweetly, with just a hint of mischief in her tone.
I was intrigued at this point, and ducked under the table to retrieve the lost silver wear. Figuring I had basically been invited to covertly check out my female companion in all of her glory, I quickly focused my gaze on her spread legs. I was soon rewarded by an excellent view of the torrent of piss pouring out of her pussy and splashing nosily onto the tiled floor. She peed with force for a good fifteen seconds, and then abruptly stopped. There was a large puddle on the floor spreading outwards that faintly smelled of alcohol. I almost forgot to grab the fork she had dropped before I returned to my seat, I was so focused on committing every detail to memory for later.
There was a look of worry and extreme arousal on her face after her spectacle. “Did you enjoy the show?”
“I would put that at 2 or 3 on the list of the most awesome things I had ever seen, no joke. Though seeing you go made me need to go even worse.”
“Good,” she said, eyeing me hungrily, You still have to wait. Do you think we should try to clean that up?”
“I’ve got this.”
In all honesty, I would of licked her piss off the floor had she asked me, but that would raised some questions if the waitress came by. So I knocked her mostly empty glass on to the floor.
“Oops. Come on, let’s get out of here.” I said, taking a $10 bill out of my pocket and leaving it on the table. I find leaving a good tip generally smoothes over most problems that can arise, and it makes people much more forgiving of a drunk and clumsy customer.
I apologized to the waitress on the way out for the spill, which she reacted to with reserved annoyance. As we walked out and by the window, we saw her take the tip we left, and that seemed to brighten her opinion of the matter as she called out the only bus boy who was working that night to grab the mop and clean it up. We called for a taxi, and spotted a nearby bench.
“So, what are your plans for the rest of the evening?” she asked me as we sat down on the bench.
“Well, it’s too late to make it back to the base, so I’m probably going to grab a hotel room somewhere and ride back with my buddy in the morning. You want me to have the taxi driver drop you off at your friends after he drops me off?” I said, trying to play it cool even though our time together was coming to an end.
“I could come to the hotel with you. How will you know when you can finally pee otherwise?”
“Maybe I hoped you had forgotten about that. Besides, I didn’t want to presume anything. I don’t think I’m quite ready to say good bye to you just yet anyways.”
“Awww. I think you were trying to weasel out of your end of the bargain. Just for that I should make you wait longer.”
The thought of having to wait even longer made my bladder cringe. There was a part of me that thought she just might want to see me lose it somewhere and piss myself. I wasn’t particularly thrilled with the idea of having to explain to my friend why I smelled of beer and piss, and was going to do everything I could to avoid that outcome.
“What is your price range on hotels?”
“$60 to $200. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy; I would just prefer one that wasn’t a complete shit hole.”
“I think I know of a decent place that will serve our purposes. Do you mind if I pick?
“Not at all. I don’t really know this city that well as it is.”
“I’ve been here a few times. Hey look, there is our taxi.”
She gave the driver the name of one of the nicer chain hotels, and I figured that it wouldn’t be too bad to have to wait until I got to the hotel to piss. What I figured would be a short trip turned into an excruciating ordeal. Every bump in the road reminded me of my growing need. There was part of me that entertained the idea of whipping my dick out and pissing in the back seat of the cab, and maybe all over her for making me hold it so long. It wouldn’t have been so bad had I been able to distract myself with conversation, but she was playing coy by only responding to my questions with two word sentences and gestures. Though she was definitely enjoying watching me suffer, and to see her visibly turned on helped me to make it through the trying journey.
When we got to the hotel, I paid the cab driver and she put her hand in mine as we went to check in. The concierge desk informed us that the only rooms they had available were some of their suites. They were just inside of my price range, and I wasn’t wanting to sit through another taxi ride, so I went ahead and got the room. It was on the fifth floor, but being a decent hotel the place had an elevator. When we got in the elevator, my companion looked around quickly and then asked, “Do you think this has any cameras in it?”
I gave the ceiling tiles a quick inspection. All of them were standard ceiling tiles, no camera blisters, no black plastic. “No, pretty sure there aren’t any. Why?”
She flashed me a quick grin as she lifted up the front of her skirt. Three quick bursts shot from her pussy, hitting the controls, the door, and covering the floor. “That should hold me for now, I didn’t even finish at the diner. I’m surprised you’ve made it this long. Soon, I promise.”
With that, like clockwork, the doors to our floor opened.