Wet Weekend

An adult story, only for sale to people over the age of 18.

Julia gets turned on by the thought of others seeing her wet herself and she's long had a fantasy of a man drinking her pee; Paul, a man she'd barely spoken to before, shares her desires.

They meet by chance in a heavy rainstorm, when every inch of Julia's clothes is wet apart from the crotch of her jeans. When Paul dares her, this too gets wet, but not from the rain!

They go back to Paul's house where they explore their wants and desires further ...

An excerpt:

Julia pretended to think about it, and then she turned to face him; she swept her jacket back and held it there with her arms, hands on hips. Paul presumed he had permission to stare at her groin; even dry her jeans were tight there and he could almost see the outline of her pussy. Camel toe! She clearly wasn't as shy as she wanted to make out because she pushed her hips forward a little, accentuating the shape of her pudenda even more. Seconds passed and suddenly a dark spot appeared between her legs. The darkness spread out rapidly, running first down her right thigh, and then quickly down the other side. The dampness also spread upwards making her mons veneris seem even more pronounced.
Julia watched Paul watching her. As her warm urine spread out over her thighs she saw him lick his lips; looking down his body she saw that his jeans, wet from the rain, were losing their shape, and slowly his sex became more defined. She'd never thought of Paul sexually before, even though he was a good looking man, but now she saw that he too was turned on by pee. She had long dreamed of playing wet games and she liked to m********e in the bath while she was spraying a crescent of golden water from her pussy but none of the men she'd been with had seemed the type to play along with her. She was starting to really look forward to getting to Paul's house.