I have to make Pee Pee now
As a much younger man, it happened that a woman contractor my age was assigned to the other desk in my cubicle at work. She was gorgeous; of Italian descent, with short jet black hair, huge deep brown eyes, flawless olive skin, very sensual lips, and a lovely, well proportioned body. She was always meticulously dressed and coifed, her finger and toenails perfectly manicured. She was a little reserved and almost shy, however, and I do not think in some ways she realized just how beautiful she was.
I doubt that I would have gotten to know her at all had she not been literally thrust into the same small workspace, but slowly, over a period of months, we got to know one another, become friends, and finally confidants. Through office and job changes, physical moves to other locations, we maintained our relationship over 15 years. Although we were both married, it was evident we were deeply attracted to one another, and our relationship became sexual after about two years. Our relationship was primarily one of deep and primary friendship, however, and was frequently platonic during those years, and turned sexual most often when either or both of us were in deep need.
One of the most exciting discoveries occurred the second time we were together, when I peeled back her bra to discover the most exquisite, over one inch long, rose/brown erect nipples in the shape of thimbles. They were extremely sensitive for her, and I could not resist repeatedly playing with them, pinching them, sucking on them, and flicking them back and forth inside my mouth until she would orgasm from nipple stimulation alone.
Only rarely did we ever have an opportunity to spend a night together. On the first occasion when we did, we showered together. I soaped her tits and the protruding nipples, while she was soaping my penis and testicles. All of a sudden, without warning, she stepped back a bit from me and said, 'I have to make pee pee now!' Immediately, a forceful stream of pee pee squirted from her pussy slit onto the shower floor, leaving a brief aroma of pee in the air. On the rare future times that we showered together, the exact same event occurred, and I came to recognize that this was something of an eroticizing shower ritual for her. It became one for me, too. It was the incongruity of this beautiful, somewhat refined and shy woman saying the words 'pee pee', and then just letting the piss flow animalistically and crudely right out of her vulva that did it. I cannot tell you the number of times, both during and subsequent to our relationship, that I have relived this scene as I masturbated. I have lost touch with her now, but will never forget her, for this and other deeply held memories.