Back in the late eighties my girlfriend Chelsea and I spent a summer in Key West. We were both in our early twenties and had really just started seeing one another. She had long wavy honey blond hair with big brown eyes, stood 5’ 7” and weighed about 125 lbs. I was 6’, 180 lbs with wavy brown hair to my shoulders and green eyes. At the time I knew she was really good looking, but thinking back now, we were both probably pretty good.

When we met, Chelsea already had plans to stay with a friend in Marathon, Fl. for the summer. The more time we spent together though, the less we wanted to spend the summer apart. We were both going to school in Montreal, and it was always so hard to find a job there, that soon enough we were making plans to head south together to give the Keys a try.

We ended up taking the bus to Florida, and it was an incredibly long, long, long ride. When we got there we learned that her friend never told the guy she was living with that I would be coming too, and he didn’t disguise his annoyance at the surprise. It was a rough start and it didn’t get any better. Within about forty-eight hours of our arrival it was pretty obvious that things wouldn’t work out for us in Marathon.

As charmless as our host was, it quickly became clear that Chelsea’s friend was a far greater irritant. Aside from her naked dishonesty, she was one of the most ignorant people that I’d ever met. On top of neglecting to tell her boyfriend that I would be coming, she had also falsely told us that she had jobs lined up for us. Her head was an ark full of bad ideas and mistaken beliefs which she never hesitated to share. For instance she let us know that alcohol was her chief form of birth control. She felt that if her boyfriend drank enough, the booze would work as a general spermicide. The system had failed a few times, but hey, no form of contraception is perfect.

Once we announced our plan try our luck down the highway in Key West, our host’s attitude tuned around. He didn’t mind letting us leave most of our luggage at his place for pick up later and he also ended up giving us a ride to Key West. The three of us had breakfast on Duval Street and before he headed home he even told us if we couldn’t find a place that we were welcome to take a bus back to Marathon.

After we ate Chelsea and I got down to business. While I looked for a job, Chelsea began looking for a place for us to stay. It turned out finding a job was the easier part. Within the hour I was busing at a restaurant, but when we met up at the end of the day Chelsea was frustrated and exhausted. She’d been walking all day and had only found two potential apartments, both seeming to be over our budget.

As luck would have it though, a guy working at a sidewalk kiosk beside the steps we were on heard our conversation. He gave us the number of his friend who had a room to rent just down the street. We called and were able to arrange to see the place after diner.

The place was right on Duval, a little closer to the south side of the island. It turned out that there were actually two rooms available, so we took the smaller one since it was cheaper. Rent was weekly and we paid for the first week on the spot, pretty much cleaning out our savings.

The landlord turned out to a Lieutenant in the Coast Guard who was originally from Arkansas. After he left, the girl who was renting the other room introduced herself to us and told us to be ready, because the landlord hits on all the girls who stay there. Looking at Chelsea she said, “He can be little creepy, but he’s pretty harmless.”

True enough he often invited Chelsea to his place for a swim and not long after we moved in a couple of naked Polaroids of him turned up in our room. We found one of the antediluvian selfies in the drawer of the nightstand and the other was left under our bed. Not the smoothest of moves, but maybe that’s just what Arkansas courtship is about? After all in a few short years a real smoothie from Little Rock name Bill would emerge onto the world stage and despite possessing a true silver tongue, reportedly still liked to just drop his pants as an opening line.

Key West was a great place to spend the summer. Even though we worked too much and spent most of our wages on our puny room, it was still pretty good. I even worked as an extra on a Goldie Hawn movie while we were down there.

Chelsea heard about the filming and found out where to apply to work as an extra. Since Chelsea worked during the day and I worked evenings, she had me bring over our photographs and fill out the application forms. Chelsea was a huge Goldie Hawn fan, and not without merit, felt they both looked quite alike. So when I got called to be an extra and she didn’t, Chelsea was a little jealous.

During my day on the set, I spent most of my time reading a book while everyone waited for the sun to come out to get the shot that was wanted. When the weather finally broke they spent about an hour on the shot that I was in, but it never made it into the movie. Chelsea’s jealousy was much reduced when she found out that I never met Goldie and with the extra money that I made we could have a rare night out.

We ended up going to eat a touristy place on Duval and we followed diner with drinks on a hotel rooftop patio just down the street. The sunsets in Key West are a thing of beauty and atop the hotel was one of the best vantage points in town.

In addition to the sunset that night there was also a lightning storm flashing in the distance. The night darkened as the storm approached and the light show over the gulf was spectacular. Eventually the wind started to really whip up and as the staff began scrambling to batten down the more launchable patio furniture we took it as our cue to move inside. The lounge was so full with people coming in from the patio though, that we decided to just finish our beers and just head back to our place.

Waiting for the elevator Chelsea firmly declared to me, “When we get home I want sex.”

By the time we got to the street the rain had not only started, it was pouring down. We decide to run for it, but we made no more than a block or two before deciding we were too drunk to run any further, and besides, we were already soaked. The rain was coming down so hard and Key West is so flat, that by the time we got to our apartment even the raised sidewalks were under a few inches of water.

We’d forgotten our keys, so we had to climb up and get in through the back of our apartment. There was a tree that we used to climb to reach a lower roof top at the back, where a door led to the bathroom of our apartment. The layout of our place was a little weird: our kitchen led to the bathroom, and the bathroom opened up to the first floor rooftop at the back, which doubled for us as a patio. So the patio access wasn’t really ideal or without the occasional interruption.

On this night though, entry to the bathroom was good. Not only could we hang our wet things up on the shower curtain, but after a night out drinking I really needed to piss.

We stumbled inside drenched and making out. I pressed Chelsea up against the wall and we began pulling one another’s clothes off as we kissed. As much as I wanted to turn her around and fuck her against the wall, the beer we drank had caught up with me and I desperately needed to pee.

“Hold on Chelsea,” I said interrupting things. “I gotta piss first before I bust.”

“No problem,” Chelsea said as she turned, quickly giving me a shove away from the toilet. “So do I.”

Giggling hysterically Chelsea whipped down her panties and plopped herself down on to the toilet seat before I could get there.

“Hey!” I protested.

“Ladies first, you’ll just have to wait your turn,” she laughed.

Except for the dress that was bunched around her waist, Chelsea was naked as she sat there tinkling. She was wearing a great big grin on her face though, obviously quite amused to make me suffer.

I peeled off my clothes and stepped in front of Chelsea. Leveling my rigid cock at her I threatened, “Maybe I’ll just go as if you’re not even there.”

Laughing she said, “Don’t you dare!”

Then dangerously Chelsea called my bluff and took my cock in her mouth while she peed. If I weren’t so hard I doubt I could have held it. Finally Chelsea finished peeing and I’ve never been so happy to pull my cock from a girl’s mouth.

Rushing Chelsea off the seat, I leaned forward bracing myself against the wall with one hand while my other hand tried pushing my cock down toward the bowl. Bending my dick downward like that though, I could barely manage a trickle. After so many beers it was also a challenge to hold my balance in that position too. When I’d slightly relax the angle of my cock I did manage to fire a few uncontrolled bursts, but none that managed to hit the target. I was making a bit of mess.

Since close proximity wasn’t working, I took a couple of steps back to try from three point land. With my back against the wall I let my cock point upward in the hope I could arc a stream of piss into the bowl. I managed to launch a few spurts that arced toward the toilet. Each time though, before I could adjust my aim into the bowl the flow ended. I bet there are eighty year old men that could maintain a steadier stream.

It was about then that Chelsea chimed in, “Just so you know, you better clean that up after.”

“Sssshh!” I said to silence Chelsea’s laughter.

It just wasn’t working. I don’t know if it could have helped any, but if I weren’t afraid of getting hit by lightning I would have gone outside and pissed off the back of the roof. There was only one tried and true solution for getting rid of a hard on that came to mind: I would have to fuck Chelsea first.

Instead of waiting to piss I pulled Chelsea over and leaned her up against the wall. Crouching down behind Chelsea’s long legs and I began the tasty preparation. I could have licked her sweet pussy longer, but my discomfort only afforded me an abbreviated effort.

Standing I passed my cock under Chelsea’s ass cheeks and easily slide into her welcoming wetness. I found myself fucking Chelsea rather gently though. I quickly realized that every time I drove my cock into Chelsea, that her butt would press into my stomach and squeeze my bladder. It was really unbearable, but it seemed to be creating a pressure that could overcome my hard-on’s capacity to staunch my piss.

“Are you alright?” Chelsea asked.

“I’m okay, just give me a second,” I said.

An idea began forming in my head. I pulled out from Chelsea and said, “Come on, let’s get in the tub.”

I adjusted the shower and we stepped into the bath tub. Sliding up behind Chelsea, I pushed my cock back into her silky pussy. As we fucked my thrusts kept compressing my bladder, and, when I felt I couldn’t take it any more, I pulled out and tried to piss on Chelsea’s ass. Other than a few spastics spurt of piss though, there was no relief. It was torture, but considering the circumstance, a pretty pleasant torture.

I kept fucking Chelsea while continuing my futile attempts to piss. Without Chelsea’s ass pressing into my stomach though, I was just too hard to pee. That’s when another light went off in my head.

I slide back inside Chelsea’s pussy and once I was nice and wet with pussy juice I slid out. I took my dick in my hand and aimed it carefully at Chelsea’s tight little asshole. Finding the target I slowly began pushing my cock in. Once I got through her threshold’s initial resistance Chelsea began pushing back against my cock.

I fucked Chelsea until I was nice and deep inside her ass and then began just holding her tight against me. My hands felt over her body, feeling handfuls of Chelsea’s breasts, roving all over her naked midriff and especially stroking and probing and her wet pussy. Chelsea began rhythmically thrusting her ass back against me and I needed to tell her to stop.

“Why?” she asked.

“Just let me relax inside you for a moment,” I said.

I held Chelsea tight against me with her round butt pressing my bladder, closing my eyes I listened to the slower splashing over us. I envisioned babbling brooks, rain drops on a tin roof along with any other thing I could think of to spur my flow. Then finally it started. Deep in Chelsea’s ass my cock began shooting out interrupted streams of piss, slowly at first and then with growing intensity. All the while I held Chelsea tightly.

As the streams became longer and steadier I asked, “Can you feel that?”

“Yes,” Chelsea whispered as she moaned.

“What does it feel like?” I asked.

“I can’t believe the way it feels,” she said. “It feels so hot inside me.”

My piss seemed to go on forever. Not surprising considering all the beer that had been dammed up inside me. I held Chelsea tight all throughout until a mighty shiver shook us both.

Breaking out of her reverie Chelsea’s asked, “What was that?”

“Don’t girls get piss shivers?” I asked.

“I guess, but not like that.”

With a real sense of relief I started fucking Chelsea’s ass. As I began slowly driving my cock in and out of Chelsea the remaining shots of piss streamed out in final spurts up her ass. By now Chelsea felt like she was melting I my arms. I wasn’t just holding her tight against me, I was also holding her up.

“Oh Mike, that feels incredible,” she whispered.

The shower was splashing over us, but as I fucked Chelsea I could still feel the hot piss trickling down our legs.

As I picked up pace, I pressed Chelsea against the wall. With her tits pressed flat on the tiles, her back arched pushing her ass out to meet my thrusts. Turning her face toward me Chelsea opened her mouth for a hungry kiss. The way she kissed confirmed that Chelsea might have been enjoying having her ass filled with hot piss even more that I enjoyed doing it.

After fucking Chelsea slowly against the wall for a while, I repositioned her facing the back wall. Using her outstretched arms to brace herself against the wall, Chelsea bent over in front of me to take my cock. Then just as I began ramming back into Chelsea a bright bolt of lightning lit up the night outside and the lights went off in the bathroom.

It was suddenly pitch black, and I took a moment to pause. The water was still splashing over us and I could feel the tightness of Chelsea’s ass squeezing my cock. The house was quite inside, but outside the wind was whistling and the bright flashes of lighting that momentarily lit up Chelsea’s body where followed by thunder that rattled the windows.

As I got used to the darkness, I slowly began to fuck Chelsea’s ass. I knew that Chelsea liked to be fucked hard though, and I eventually began building up the pace again. The harder I fucked her, the more Chelsea began pushing back against me. Over and over I drove my cock to the hilt, while Chelsea’s body shuddered in orgasm. Even as she moaned in pleasure, Chelsea continually beseeched me to fuck her harder.

I pounded Chelsea ass while the thunder rumbled and the lighting illuminated our bodies. Then, finally driving deep into Chelsea’s ass, the cum surged from my cock. Thrust after thrust I surged, adding my sperm, completing the mixture deposited deep inside Chelsea. I held Chelsea tight and continued pumping my cock into her until I was completely drained. When my cock softened and slid free, Chelsea turned back around toward me and we kissed in one another's arms.