0 comments/ 74144 views/ 5 favorites Letting Go Naturally Ch. 01 By: Gardenwriter1952 First of all, I believe that I am not a freak. My name is Heather, and I have needs and wants that are not totally outlandish. I love sex (not unusual), but I also love to piss during, around, or after sex. It's as if those fire boats with all those water hoses going off at once in a display. I use it when sex is well done. I am a professional person in my mid twenties, working in the medical field. Therefore, I am very careful whom I take to bed with me. I don't need many people talking about my sex life or other none of their own business. I also don't need any diseases or unwanted pregnancies. I bought a two bedroom house with a nice backyard with loads of privacy. This sort of fetish, or any sort, is hard to break in a conversation with close friends. The last boyfriend I had, a few months ago didn't take to well. I had prepared him what would be going to happen that night. When the crucial moment came, I went off as expected, and my boy friend turns green and throws up. Not a very romantic moment to say the lease. He didn't call back, o-well, his lost. I see any problem with what I do. I don't drink it or expect any one else to drink it or use it adversely. I get an orgasm, he gets an orgasm, and I piss while we are together, and then we get up and take a shower together, and wash together. It is hard to find other people of like interests. You may not see announcements for "St Iris Golden Showers Circle" or the like. My home is my retreat from the outside world. I am a different person here; I dress a whole lot less. I would love to do my house work in the nude, but I leave the curtains open because I like light in my house. I sometimes wear different costumes. One is this "come get me" outfit, it is a subdue yellow in color. The short skirt is inch or so below my rear. My top is a short cut-off T-shirt that hangs about half inch below my nice breasts. Depending on my mood and who I am expecting that day whether or not I wear a bra and panties. I prefer without because I love that coolness of air against my skin, and I love to tease. I don't leave the house with that outfit on; I might be pick-up as a hooker. The other is sort of a "Sheena" thing, good for private garden parties. I usually stay at home, listen to nice quiet music, meditate, and play with my special "toys." A few months ago, a new neighbor moved next door, he also single and handsome. He seems to keep a neat home; he has a very nice garden, and a small cute dog. He polite and have a management position in retail. A week ago, I asked him if he knew anything about plumbing. My kitchen sink was leaving water on the floor. He did came over and fixed it. I didn't quite wear that come take me look, because I wanted him, and not wish to scare him away. Without him knowing it, I spied on his coming and goings. One night about 9 PM, I heard Allen letting his dog out. I watch as he was, dressed only in his shorts, walked around to the back of the yard to his garden. He opened his shorts and started to piss on a spot in the garden. I was fantasized with this. I quickly got into my "come take me" outfit sans underwear. Hoping to find him still outside, I picked up the hose and make as if I was watering my plants. I waved to him and said hi. I thanked him for that plumbing fix on my kitchen sink. After a little small talk, I said that I saw what he was doing in his garden. He apologized. I said, no no I enjoyed watching you. He said that he read somewhere that butterflies enjoyed the dried mineral from the urine. I said, do they like boy piss better than girl piss. He remarked that he saw no studies to say that. That he never was able to get girl or women piss. I asked him if my piss would be OK. Sure if you like, he said. Where do you want it, I said. He pointed to a flat rock. What an erotic sight of an half naked women bending over to piss on a spot in the garden in the dark with a little moon light. I imagine myself to be a wood nymph frolicking around nature. I pulled up my skirt with one hand, and held my breasts with the other hand. By the time my bladder was empty, Allen placed his hand under my tush. He had stepped out his shorts. He fondles every part of my rear. It is so hard to aim while the mind wanders with many happy things. As I bent over, he placed his hand at my wet pussy. He then sniffed his hand. I turned around to receive a long wet kiss from Allen, things are moving just right. I play with his butt and his erect cock while he played with my pussy and breasts. I couldn't wait for him to be in me. I told him I wanted it in the "Wild Way," as I got on my hands and knees with my delicious tush in the air waiting for male attention. I didn't have to wait long. I let out a loud meow when he entered me; he was a bit amused by that. He breathed heavily as he rhythmically stroked me. He doesn't make many noises, I guess he the silent type. I love it so when he fondles my bouncing breasts as he strokes me. I loved it getting it good while outside at night. I felt so free able to have sex and piss at will like in nature. Al was rolling along real good when he at once, moans aloud and jerks almost picking me up. Boy what a high. He padded my rear as he withdrew and rolled over on his back on the lawn. I began to suck on his face pulling at his downish cock I informed AL that "that" and great. I subliminally a thought to Al to do it again. I dangled my breast over Al's mouth, and he began sucking and licking it. Times like these, I wish that I could give milk. His left hand as searching for my pussy lips. He found it and began massaging all my little openings and love buttons, driving me wild. My hand held Al's now raging cock, I was now going for seconds. "Lie there and be hard and I will take care of the rest," I said. I asked Al to let me know he was about to cum, because I wanted to taste him. I slipped on Al's cock and began riding hard, and howling loudly. All was while, he's trying to quiet me, and rubbing my breasts at the same time. "The neighbors might wake up and starting looking around for where the noise is coming from," Al remarked softly. I came twice just at the time, when Al said any time. I jumped off and went to sucking until I received my cream. We both became exhausted; I invited him for dinner tomorrow after work. I will show him something special tomorrow. Letting Go Naturally Ch. 02 I was off of work for the next few days. While outside watering my plants, my elderly neighbor man said "hi, did you hear the commotion last night, it sounded like a cat fight." I blushed and said, " no, I slept like a baby." (hehe) I might have to put up a tall solid fence, if I keep carrying on outside. Probably will do it anyway because I just might take up nude sunbathing or gardening. My 78 year old neighbor might get a heart attack of he ever sees me fertilizing my lawn some day. I'd prepared a nice and easy dinner when Al gets off work tonight. Who knows we might even get to eat it? I have tons of terry cloth towels around, they keep my nice furniture from fading, and if we make love, love stains are hard to get out. Al came over at 6:30 carrying a bottle of wine. We kissed and inhaled each other scent while having a groping good time. I'd shown him the house before so he felt like at home. He followed me to the kitchen where dinner was on low heat, and I was in extreme lust. Al had on long slacks and a nice shirt. I had a "Sheena" dress on, and just barely on. I leaned over to stir some of the pots when Al petted my waist up and down to my tush; things were cooking off the stove for me it seems. I bent over, placed my dinner rolls in the oven, and hit the timer for eight minutes. I let out a moan as I spread my legs a little bit trying not to be obvious. He let his hand wander under my dress and to his delight when he didn't find any underwear. He found his target, and I was singing. I turned around, planted full wet kisses on him, and worked off his pants. He stepped out of them only to pick me up by the waist ready to engage his already hard member. Spreading my legs around him, and I held his stiffness as he entered me. It feels so good, to have his hands hold up my tush so tight. My pounding motion was too intense for Al to hold me up for very long. I was slowly lower to the kitchen floor. We ended polishing the kitchen floor. We were cooking as the dinner was simmering. The bell went off my biscuits were done and were we ever. It's so nice to season the cook with that special sauce. After that session, I gave him a towel to cover himself so I can finish dinner. So there was Al sitting in a kitchen chair with a towel on and I still in my dress breaking bread together, and the wine was nice. I put on some Kenny G music after dinner. I told Al to make himself at home in the living rood as I cleaned up. He laid down on the futon still covered up and rested. I finished and found my lover boy all curled up. I did a slow strip tease and became naked in no time. I joined him on the futon. I now need that slow rolling stimulation. I told him a need some special attention. I moved up enough for him to suck my breasts. I guided his hand into my pussy, and showed him to make small lazy circles here. I held onto his maleness for comfort. I soon was in dreamland, humming and singing as I reach my personal high. Time does move differently when you are having fun. After several big O's, I knew Al was ready also. I had him sit up on the futon, and I sat on his lap. My pussy sucked in Al's hardness. I was riding high, and howling. "Don't cum yet," I moaned. I needed to change positions. I laid several towels on the floor and spread some pillows about. Al was a bit confused, so I sucked a little bit to keep him hard. I laid Al on his back and sat astride his hardness facing him. I rode him with gusto. I came and he came, and I let go and pissed. It was wonderful, and he was surprised, but happy. We regained our senses a few minutes later, I lead him to the shower where we both were cleaned up. I finally got Al to piss for me. It's hard because the sight of me usually gets him hard, gee imagine that. We dried off each other. I lead him to my bedroom where we lie down, took our time, and savored our sexual excitement. Al pulled my legs over the edge of the bed. He kneed on the floor licking and sucking on my pussy. He does this thing when he licks at my clit and runs his fingers inside me. I was too sexually gone to recollect that I was gushing. Al eagerly sucked up my juices. We slept together spoon position; I moved his arm to comfort my breasts as we slept. Dawn broke and I felt his hardness on my rear. He wasn't awake, but I sure was. I saw his hardness and he needed to be suck off, and I needed some man cream for breakfast. It wasn't long before Al came to life, and gave me breakfast in bed. So nice! I got up to make Al some cinnamon rolls, his favorite. As I heated them up, I looked into our backyards, and saw hundreds of butterflies flying about in our gardens. I wonder if Better Houses & Gardens magazine would ever publish our suggestions for attracting butterflies, . . . then well maybe not.