I don't know where it comes from, but for as long as I can remember I've had a fetish about peeing women. I've long fantasised about watching women piss in toilets, in public and also all over me! I've always been embarrassed about this fetish and nobody knows about it. But when I think about it, or see porn on the internet it never fails to make me hard as a rock!

Just recently, however, these fantasies I've had for years became a reality.

I got talking to a girl in a club; her name was Susan. I was sitting on the fringes, bored out of my mind. I'd only gone out because it was my friend's birthday but clubs are really not my thing and everyone had gone to dance. I'd not seen any of the people I'd come out with for hours and, until Susan came over, I'd just been nursing a drink on my own.

She walked over and said, "Hi," with a big smile.

I warmed to her instantly; her hair was long and very light brown, and she had stunning red lips. In the gloom of the club, I could see she was wearing very tight jeans, a pink crop top and heels - nothing else so far as I could tell! Her body was glistening with sweat and she had obviously just come from the dance floor.

I said hi back, and we started chatting as much as possible over the loud music. It took me a couple of minutes to realise she was flirting with me, I was quite slow on the uptake! I started flirting back, and bought her a drink - she was drinking pints, which isn't usually what girls in clubs drink, but I realised later she was filling up her bladder for later...

One thing led to another, as they say, and since my friends appeared to have forgotten about me I didn't feel the need to let them know where I was going. She insisted we went back to her place, not mine, and I was willing to do what she wanted! In the back of the taxi she gave me a massive snog, and started squeezing my cock through my trousers. I was already semi-hard, so when she started playing with me it didn't take long until I was completely erect.

She started whispering in my ear, "I really need the toilet... I'm bursting."

Her breathing was getting heavier, and she was obviously as horny as I was.

When we got to her flat, the moment we were inside I gently pushed her against a wall where I could kiss her and press my cock against her. She smiled and giggled and her breathing got even heavier, and I was just starting to squeeze her boobs through her top when she said again that she was desperate for the toilet.

Then she said, "and I love to do it in my pants. Do you want to see?"

Mostly my fantasies were about seeing a woman's pussy while she peed, but right then I realised that I would do anything to see Susan wet herself. I don't know what it was, but the way those tight jeans were stretched around her gorgeous bum was turning me on and I knew that seeing them covered in her piss would be amazing. I nodded to let her know that yes - I did want to see and she led me into her kitchen. She stood in the middle of the tiled floor.

"I'm going to hold on for a bit longer," she said.

"It feels even better when you've had to hold on for ages!"

She was biting the inside of her cheeks in agony, but was still giggling. "Show me your cock," she said, and with some difficulty I managed to get my enormous erection out of my boxers.

I started wanking it nice and slowly - I didn't want to come too soon - and she looked at me, her arousal showing through her grimaces of pain.

After a few more minutes she said "Oh god I can't hold it any more!" Her legs were slightly apart, and she stopped moving; this seemed slightly odd after her having been moving around so much, and it meant that she had given up fighting it. She moved her head back slightly, and gave a slight moan. I carried on playing with my cock, and stared at her groin. For a few seconds there was nothing; but then I saw a small dark spot appear between her legs, which slowly got bigger, until her piss was spreading all over. It looked amazing, her jeans were shiny, and after a minute or so it had started dripping around her ankles. She turned around and bent over, pushing her gorgeous pert arse towards me, and let me see her jeans from the back. She was still pissing, and started to gently stroke between her legs, making it go all over her hands and more of it drip on to the floor. I couldn't stop myself from joining in, feeling her hot piss through the fabric of her jeans. The floor had a massive puddle, and when she moved her feet I could hear them splash around in it. When she finally finished, she grinned at me.

"What a naughty girl I've been!" she said, and blew me a kiss.

She took my hand away from my cock and said "I don't want you to come until you've seen my soaking wet knickers."

It was torture, but I managed not to come, and she undid her zip and wriggled out of her jeans. They really were soaking, and she had to peel them off as they stuck to her. Her legs were shiny, glistening under the light. He pants were light pink, and there was a damp patch covering almost the entire front of them and most of the back. Before I knew what I was doing, I knelt down and started licking her legs, which surprised her I think, but it definitely turned her on, as I could hear her breathing get heavier. Encouraged, I started to wank her off through her wet knickers, still kneeling on the floor while pushing her pants into her pussy. She came still standing up, and I could feel her sticky juices mix with her piss inside her pink knickers. I couldn't take any more delays, and made myself come immediately after her. My spunk went all over her discarded jeans. She knelt down next to me in the puddle of her piss, and we kissed for ages.

I still see Susan regularly. For us, although we get on well as friends, the main thing that unites us is our shared fetish. She told me that she used to have a boyfriend that was into what she liked, but since she left him years ago she had never felt brave enough to mention it to anyone until that night with me. We experiment all the time, and maybe I'll write about those adventures one day too!