****** Business Travel by Bob Watergate ******
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Business Travel


I travel for a major American company and enjoy the perks of staying at some of
the top hotels. While on travel to California I usually stay at a Raddison
Suites north of LA. This hotel layout is really neat. All of the buildings are
two story and each suite has a patio, for all of the ground level suites, or a
balcony, for the second story units. Their layout included a lot a trees that
adds to the privacy.

On my first trip at this new location one of the first things I did was to
check out how I could enjoy my love of watersports. After I took off all of my
clothes, I walked out onto my balcony. I quickly looked around and saw no one
walking about. I felt it was safe so I stood next to the edge of the balcony,
aimed my dick through the railing, and just pissed away! It felt so good on
this warm summer evening and the sound of my piss hitting the ground below made
me hot too! After I felt drained, I walked back into the suite and turned on
the adult movie channel and beat my meat. Traveling sucks but I try to make the
best of it.

The next night after work, I went out for a bite to eat and then ended up back
at my room. I had drunk a lot of beer earlier and really needed to pee. Again,
like the night before, I striped out of my clothes and then walked out on the
balcony. Seeing no one outside, I began to piss. Then all of a sudden, I heard
someone cough! I quickly stepped back from the edge of the railing, but I
couldn't stop my pee. Luckily for me the balcony I was standing on was made
from wood and the freshly flowing piss was draining on through. At first I
thought I was safe because no one could see me standing naked out on my
balcony. But then I heard someone yell out, "What the fuck are you doing!"

By then I was done pissing, and I just stood real still.

"Who the fuck is up there?" this voice shouted again.

I knew I was dead meat then. Someone was down stairs on their patio and they
knew I was up above them.

"Get your ass down here, before I call the manager!" they yelled again.

Knowing no choice, I went inside and put my clothes back on. At first I thought
about just getting in my car and heading out. But then I was afraid that my
company would get a call and find out about my pissing games! So knowing
nothing else to do, I slowly walked down stairs. After a few knocks on the
door, I heard the voice yell out for me to come on in. I opened the door and
walked into the room. I could see a figure out on the patio. I again followed
their instructions and walked out onto the patio.

"Do you see the fucking mess you made out here?" she asked.

My god she was a lady! I still couldn't see her face but she was a little
taller than me and was about medium build. "There is piss all over the patio
and on my dress too! What kind of little shit are you?" she demanded to know.

I remember telling her how sorry I was and told her I would do anything to make
it up to her! "Look lady...." I tried to say.

"Fuck you, you little shit!" she said. "Get down here and look at the mess you
made on my dress!"

I remember knelling down and picking up the edge of her dress. I could feel the
wetness, then I lifted the material to my nose and smelled the piss.

"Your going to pay for this stunt!" she shouted.

"I will, I will, I promise!" I told her.

"Here's a towel," she said. "Clean your piss up!"

I remember grabbing the towel and pushing it into the remaining puddle of pee.
I don't know how long it took but I almost had the patio dry when I heard the
lady speak again.

"Sorry, but I think you missed some!" she said.

I remember looking around the patio without seeing any more piss. Not seeing
any I looked up at the lady only to see that she had raised her dress up to her
hips and had pulled her panties to one side. Her pussy looked a mile long and
the pouty lips were full and moist!

"Holly shittttt!" I groaned, but before I could finish my sentence my open
mouth was filled with her warm pee! Here I was trying to clean up my piss on
her patio and now I was being drowned in her flowing piss. What a country! Here
I thought my ass was going to get in trouble for being some kind of pee pervert
and now I was being given a golden shower from a complete stranger. This lady
was good. Her piss was warm, sweet and plentiful! My mouth had already
overflowed several times when she demanded that I drink her down! Trust me,
this was no problem. I began to swallow every last drop she was giving me. I
thought I had died and gone to heaven.

"Next time you want to piss on somebody, you had better make sure you know who
your pissing on!" she shouted. "My husband is a little prick like you and needs
to be pissed on daily!" she said.

I told her that I didn't know anyone was below me and was really sorry. Then I
went on to tell her about how I enjoyed watersports and looked for places I
could pee outdoors and ways I could wet my pants in public. I continued
explaining that as a young boy I had been made to wear diapers and had spent
time around several family friends that openly used the bathroom in front of
me. Debbie, as her named turned out, seemed pleased with my confession.

Although she was finished peeing, she still had me on the ground and was still
standing over me.

"I think you still may do me some good, eat this!" she demanded.

With that Debbie spun around and pushed her bare ass against my mouth. This was
getting way too good! I pushed my tongue as deep into her asshole I it would go
and licked it for all I was worth. Debbie's ass wasn't quite as fresh as her
piss. I guess she must of had a long day working and didn't have time to clean
up from her many bathroom trips. When I finished, her ass was as clean as it
had ever been. I remember pulling my face back a little from between her ass
cheeks to try and catch my breath and then seeing Debbie straighten up and turn
around again facing me.

"What's your name?" Debbie asked.

"Bob, Bob Watergate," I told her.

"Well Bob, you seem like a nice guy. How would you like to service me again?"
she asked.

I told Debbie that I traveled out to California a couple of times each month.
Hearing that, Debbie told me that that she too was out this way pretty often.

"I tell you what Bob, why don't you give me a call a few days each time before
you head out here and I'll make reservations too. I'm very good friends with
the manager here and I'm sure that he'll arrange it so we can have suites above
and below each other!" she suggested. "If you're a really good little boy, I'll
continue your toilet training. I think in about ten years I can have you
whipped into shape!" Debbie stated.

"Whipped? What all is this woman into!" I wondered.

"Oh, by the way Bob, each trip remember to bring several changes of disposable
diapers and your own diaper rash creme!" Debbie demanded. "The hotel will keep
us supplied in towels and the worst that it will be is you might have to suck
Paul off for the extra cleaning of our rooms, but something tells me that you
won't mind that task either! If you still have some time this evening, let's
order a pizza and some more beer." Debbie said. "If things work out good, later
tonight, you can be my toilet helping to recycle my pizza and beer! You do eat
shit, right Bob?" Debbie stated.