Rainy Night Confession

I lay in the cramped tent, listening to the rain drum against the nylon, while next to me—barely half a meter away—Sasha breathed heavily. We hadn't seen each other in two years since that explosive breakup, but when he suggested this camping trip with two other friends, I said yes in a heartbeat. Because for a long time now, in my hottest dreams, I'd pictured exactly this—making him do the thing I'd never dared to say out loud.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he whispered, turning toward me. His eyes glinted mischievously in the beam of his headlamp.

I didn't answer. I just reached out and ran my fingers across his chest under his thin t-shirt. His skin was hot, slightly damp from the stuffy air. Sasha sucked in a sharp breath.

"Lena... we agreed this was just a camping trip."

"And who said you can't play while camping?" I smiled, crawling closer. My nipples were already hard, rubbing against the fabric of my tank top. "You remember how I always loved it when you... you know."

He froze. I could see the click of understanding in his eyes. That conversation from two years ago, when I, blushing to my ears, muttered something about "weird desires" and immediately changed the subject.

"You're serious? Right now? Here?" His voice dropped, excitement already creeping in.

"Yep." I bit my lip and slid my palm lower, right over his shorts. His cock was already starting to stiffen. "I've been quiet about this for two years. I wanted you to... piss on me. Right on me. All over."

Sasha let out a short breath, almost a laugh—nervous, but with a spark of intrigue.

"You're serious, Len? Just like that, no foreplay?"

"Why drag it out?" I pulled off my tank top, left in just my panties. My tits swayed heavily. "It's raining outside, we're inside. No one will see. And... I really, really want it. Please."

He stared at me for a few seconds. Then that familiar cocky grin spread across his face.

"Alright, my little freak. Since you've been dreaming about it so long..." Sasha sat up and yanked off his shorts. His cock was already almost fully hard, thick and heavy. "But let's be honest here. You really want this?"

"I want it," I breathed, lying back and spreading my legs. The tent fabric was cool against my skin. "Right on my tits... my stomach... lower. I want to feel how hot it is and how... dirty."

Sasha knelt between my thighs. His breathing quickened. He gripped the base of his cock and aimed downward. For a few seconds nothing happened—just tense silence and our eyes locked on each other.

"Fuck, this is so hot," he muttered, and then I felt the first hot splash.

The stream hit me right between my tits. Hot, powerful, it spread across my skin and trickled down toward my stomach. I arched my back and moaned—loud, unashamed. The smell was sharp, primal, but it was exactly what turned me on until my knees trembled.

"More..." I whispered, running my fingers over my wet chest and smearing the liquid across my nipples. "Lower, Sasha. Please..."

He directed the stream lower. The hot liquid hit my stomach, pooled in my navel, and then finally soaked through my panties. The fabric was instantly drenched. I felt the warmth penetrate the material and touch my clit. My thighs shuddered.

"Oh... god..." I shoved my hand into my panties and started rubbing myself fast. My fingers slid through the mixture of his piss and my own wetness. "Don't stop..."

Sasha had already finished, but his cock was still standing, glistening and hard. He stared at me with wide eyes.

"You're seriously going to come from this?" His voice was equal parts shock and delight.

"Yes... almost..." I moved my fingers faster. The soaked fabric of my panties clung to my clit. "Touch me... with your fingers... right in this."

He didn't hesitate. He pulled the edge of my panties aside and immediately shoved two fingers into my soaked cunt. I gasped loudly. His fingers moved hard, demanding, while his thumb pressed firmly on my clit. The tent filled with the sound of wet squelching, the smell of piss and arousal.

"Come on, Len. Come while you're covered in my piss," he rasped, speeding up.

I arched like a bow. The orgasm hit me suddenly—powerful, convulsive. I bit my hand to keep from screaming across the whole forest, my body shaking like I had a fever. Hot drops were still trickling down my skin when I finally went limp.

Sasha watched me, breathing hard. His cock twitched in the air.

"So what now?" he asked with a slight smile. "That was... unexpectedly hot."

I propped myself up on my elbows, all wet and glistening. I ran my tongue along my bottom lip.

"Now," I said, looking him straight in the eye, "we sleep in this smell all night... and in the morning I want round two. Only this time with your cock inside me. While everyone else is still asleep."

He laughed quietly, but the fire was already reigniting in his eyes.

"You're definitely insane. And I fucking love it."

I smiled and pulled him toward me, not letting him finish his sentence.