Drinks (Water Sports – Female Fantasy) Erotic Story

It’s all Megan’s fault. If my best friend hadn’t been talking about “seizing the moment” and becoming a confident woman in 2024, I wouldn’t have splurged on a big-ticket vacation to San Francisco. I wouldn’t have vowed to spend my first night in San Francisco as the new, energized, Megan-like me: a woman who wouldn’t be intimidated by any man. But I did go to San Francisco; I did vow. And when he showed up, it was me, and no one else, sitting alone at the hotel bar, drinking vodka and trying to muster the courage to break out of my coward shell.

“Mind if I sit down for a minute?” His deep voice startled me out of my paralysis.

“No, not at all,” I stammered, blushing as I drank in front of him. He was tall, at least six foot two, lean and broad-shouldered, dressed like he had just stepped out of a high-level boardroom, elegance and confidence accentuating his every move. Underneath a thick, messy head of dark brown hair, his close-set blue eyes smiled at me with amusement. His lips were hard, yet full and sensual…

I realized I was staring at her and my face flushed again, this time with even greater embarrassment. I felt heat rising from the tops of my crossed legs.

“My name’s Jason,” he said, seemingly oblivious to my rapt assessment, his eyes flicking over me and then back to me. “And you’re—?”

“Uh, oh, Elaine,” I slurred, acutely aware of my body growing hot.

“Elaine,” he repeated, the syllables rolling off his tongue. “Great. Can I buy you a drink?”

As we chatted and drank, the bartender poured us drink after drink, and my body blossomed against his frank, untamed masculinity. I tried in vain to hide my attraction to this stranger, which was overwhelming and terrifying. A few hours after I first had this feeling, Jason gestured to the bartender, paid the bill, and left. I looked down at my half-finished drink, feeling very disappointed, but somehow relieved that the night was about to end.

“So, are you coming?” he asked timidly, and before I could reply, he grabbed my elbow and led me toward the elevator.

I stared at my reflection in the elevator mirror with curiosity. What on earth could he see in me? As if reading my mind, Jason walked up behind me, his mouth inches from my ear.

“What a beautiful, slim neck,” he whispered, pushing aside my blond hair and kissing my neck and shoulders softly. I shuddered, and the woman looking at me closed her blue eyes.

“So proud, so determined…” His hands moved to my breasts, and my knees bent slightly. I leaned on him for support, and his fingers traced a hot trail across my soft, rounded belly before coming to rest on my hips. I turned and kissed him, our tongues exploring gently until the elevator reached his floor.

As we approached his room, I began to reason. What was I doing? Walking into a strange man’s hotel room? I was a good woman, not a slut. I had never slept with a man I had just met. I tried to tell myself that I shouldn’t accept the old double standard and that the new me should be able to indulge my sexual desires freely, but my conscience was stubborn and I felt the flame of desire begin to die.

“Jason, I—” I whispered as I backed away, ready to escape into the elevator and return to my old life. I wasn’t ready to seize the day. He sensed my hesitation and pulled me into his arms, kissing me with an intensity I had never experienced before. Once again, I was overcome by the sheer animal charm of this man. As his tongue delved deep into my mouth, I could do nothing but melt into him, molding my needy body into his own image.

As soon as we entered the room, he began to kiss my jaw softly, his hands roaming over my body, grabbing my soft round ass and pulling my throbbing pussy towards his hard cock. He nibbled my ear, and my hands couldn’t help but stroke his hair, and I moaned softly.

He looked up, smiled at me, and led me to one of the two double beds in the room. There, he slowly began to undress me, his mouth following his hands to expose each new sensitive spot. His tongue drew small circles over my hardened nipples before his teeth began to pull and bite them, causing me to arch my back and enjoy the sensual domination of his mouth. After removing my short silk panties, he kissed the insides of my trembling thighs, the cool breath of his breath on my hot sex making me tremble in anticipation of the touch of his tongue. Instead, he had me lie on the bed before he began to remove his own clothes, revealing the magnificent body I had imagined all night. I gasped as his hard, thick cock came into view. Unable to bear his touch any longer, I spread my legs and reached out to him, a half-baked “please” falling from my open lips.

He chuckled at my need and joined me on the bed, rolling me over him and taking my nipple in his mouth again. Although the pleasure was intense, I had another need: I needed to go to the bathroom. Very urgently. I pulled my knees forward and stood on the bed, my feet straddling him. His hands immediately grabbed my ankles.

“Where do you want to go?” The soft voice carried a hint of threat.

“Let me go! I have to pee,” I whined, a little tipsy, as I stood in front of him. His only response was a soft, derisive laugh and an almost imperceptible tightening of his grip on my ankles. The pressure in my bladder increased with the force holding me in place. I groaned internally, cursing myself, my best friend, fate, and everything that had conspired to bring me to this point. To the outside observer, I was in the dominant position, but he – the man – was in control of the situation. It was remarkable how confident and fearless he was. Suddenly, the frustration of being powerless was replaced by anger: How dare he?

“Okay. If you don’t let me go to the bathroom, I’ll just go here,” I said, hoping that threat would make him let go. “Okay,” he said nonchalantly, though he had other plans in mind.

I stared at him in disbelief. He had seen through my bluff. Before I could decide on my next move, a spasm caused my sphincter to relax briefly and a small stream of tears escaped my body as if in warning. As I saw the first clear tear fall on him, I was filled with fear and embarrassment. What had I done? What would he do?

Instead of disgust and anger, I saw something quite different on that hard, masculine face. Jason’s eyes widened, then darkened. His breathing quickened, and I could feel his cock throbbing slightly with increasing desire.

“Please,” he said in his lowest voice. I finally understood. He meant it. This is what he wanted. A smile appeared at the corner of my mouth, and then a voice so strange and yet so familiar spoke:

“What is that? Please?” A new sense of absolute power washed over me as I looked down at him. “Do you want me to pee on you?”

“Yes…” he whispered, his grip on my ankle gradually loosening.

“No.” He looked disappointed. “I’m not going to pee on you, I’m going to pee in your mouth. I want to buy you a drink.” I couldn’t believe I was doing this, humiliating and degrading this man. Yet, as I bent my knees slightly and spread my labia, I could feel the desire rising in me again. For the first time in my life, I was going to be the one in control.

“Oh, sweet Elaine, I’d do anything for a chance to drink your sweet piss.” The irony of the situation made me chuckle as I shot my first stream of piss into his mouth. The piss landed right on his chin and splashed all over his face and neck. He sputtered a bit at first, trying to lick the piss I was giving him. An embarrassed blush spread across his cheeks as I continued to piss him, laughing at the feeling of complete release and power. “More, more,” he whispered between spurts, and I continued to give, feeling like a benevolent goddess granting my disciple’s wishes. When I was done peeing, I knelt down and placed my dripping pussy on his face.

“Lick me clean,” I ordered.

He did so enthusiastically, licking up every drop until the wetness was more from my arousal than from my activity in the bathroom. His tongue caressed every crevice and fold of my pussy, licking from clit to anus in slow motions. I began to rock back and forth on his face, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure made all the more intense by the knowledge that he would do anything for me. His hands crept up and gently stroked my ass cheeks as his tongue expertly licked my clit, pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it like a nipple. I came, moaning his name in a low, animalistic voice, my juices coating his face, my breathing fast and shallow, my body shaking from the intensity of my orgasm. I rested there for a moment, basking in the afterglow, before I turned my head to see his hard cock beckoning me. I smiled and lifted my head from his face, straddling him again, this time with my soaking wet pussy facing his throbbing cock.

“You did a great job. Now do you want a reward?”

“Yes, please. . .”

I guided his hard cock into my vagina, allowing only the head to penetrate, teasing him until he groaned in frustration. Then, with a satisfied smile, I sank down, engulfing his entire length in my wet, tight vagina. His moans turned into cries of pleasure that matched mine as I began to move up and down, his hands on my hips guiding the rhythm. I arched my back wantonly, reaching behind me to gently massage his balls as I continued to ride him with increasing eagerness. I began to rub my clit in time with the thrusts of his cock, feeling my vagina tighten around him as I orgasmed once again. I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Here’s your reward. Come on in, love.” My own orgasm peaked, my vagina beginning to spasm as the pleasure washed over me. I opened my eyes and looked at his face, which was twisted in concentration as he began to spurt his cum deep into my vagina, filling me with his cum and filling me with unspeakable pleasure.

After I was full, I rolled off him and got under the covers of the other bed. I felt him stand up and hesitantly stand next to me.

“Go take a shower, honey. Then come back to me.”

He left without a word and returned a few minutes later, clean and refreshed. He slid over to me and held me in his arms.

“Thank you,” he said, and kissed my forehead.

I snuggled closer and wrapped my arms around him, resting my head on his chest and falling into a deep, contented sleep with a smile on my face.