We'd been living together a month, dating for half a year, and still he'd never peed in my presence. In fact, watching him piss at all would be new for me. 'What if.okay, maybe if we find a bush, and I stand guard?' Because watching him piss outside would also be a new and delightful experience for me. I swallowed, getting seriously turned on by that mental image. I'm telling you, I cannot fucking wait, I'm about to flood my shorts.' 'Maybe we'll find a bathroom on the way?'īut he just looked around, distracted and tense. Especially with my own bladder filling up. Watching him squirm with the need to piss the whole way wouldn't be too bad, even with my own bladder filling up. 'Well, we can start walking home.' Our apartment was a half-hour's walk away, through busy city streets. 'I have to pee *so bad*.' His thighs pressed together, in the traditional dance of desperation, then he flopped down to sit beside me on the grass. 'I need to piss too.' We'd shared a pitcher of beer with our lunch earlier, at the restaurant we'd walked here from, along with lots of water since it was a warm day. 'Uh-oh,' I said, though an odd tingle of excitement had come alive between my legs. In the middle of the summer! Why would they do that?' My boyfriend Nick came back from the bathroom building in the park looking stressed out.