Maria speaking. I wouldn't necessarily call myself a water sports fan, but I did have one sexual adventure that included pee. As many of you know, I first embraced the Slut Lifestyle in Hawaii when I was 29. There was a guy in his 50s named Scott who used to take me out on dates that were a lot of fun because money was no object for him, and he was good in bed too. One day we went out on his racing catamaran. The sea was rough, so I was standing there holding on to a rope and trying not to fall, and I'd had few drinks before we got on the boat so I really needed to pee. I told him I was about to burst. He laughed and said the Polynesian gals on the voyaging canoes just jumped in the ocean, held onto the boat, and peed in the ocean. But the sea was so rough that I knew I couldn't go that route. After a while I just couldn't hold on anymore, so I said "What the fuck," surrendered, and peed a river in my pants. When we got back to the dock it was an incredibly humiliating and embarrassing walk from the boat to his car in my wet pants. But then I looked and saw that Scott's britches looked like a pup tent at a Boy Scout jamboree! And as soon as we got to a place where no one could see us he put his hand on my wet butt and said, "Maria, you are one hell of a sex bomb." When he got me home he fucked the daylights out of me too. Like I said, I don't really think of myself as a water sports fan, but if some guy ever asks me to wet my pants I would do it because it's totally harmless and nothing makes a guy's dick harder than fulfilling his kinkiest fantasies.
