As I look back, there wasn’t a single event that got me here. It was really a number of events that built on each other. I’m 24 now and glad that everything has happened the way it has. I know lots of people think I’m pretty kinky, but I can’t help what turns me on. And the thing that makes me the hottest is golden showers.  

I remember clearly how it began. It seems like a small thing now. I was at a summer camp when I was 14. It happened one day when everyone was swimming in the lake. This was the first time I had ever been swimming outside of a swimming pool and I never was an outdoorsy person. So when I had to pee and the alternatives were a smelly outhouse or a long walk to the cabin, I decided to pee in the lake. I remember kids doing it in the swimming pool but I always thought they were gross. Of course then it was only a 50-foot walk to a bathroom. There was no grand decision involved that I remember. I just thought about my options and started peeing while I was standing in water that was up to my shoulders. The memory that is most clear is how good it felt. The lake was cold and my pee was so warm. I didn’t know anything about sexual excitement then but it did excite me. For the rest of the week, when we went swimming in the lake, I peed myself there. It was so easy to do. No one knew what I was doing (though others were probably doing it too) and there was nothing to clean up.  

When I got back home I wasn’t swimming anymore and I forgot all about it. When I reached the old age of 15, I started masturbating. It was a gradual thing too. I had known for years that it felt good to push on and rub myself “down there”. But at school that year I started learning more about sex and boys. I was at a dance and went outside with a boy. He was clumsy but I wanted to explore so I let his hands up my shirt. It felt so good that when he started pushing his hands down my pants I didn’t stop him. And there, in the bushes behind the gym, I had my first small orgasm as he rubbed my pussy. That was the only thing I ever did with him. But it made me realize that night as I lay in bed that I could masturbate myself. I had gotten into bed and was thinking about what happened. I remember thinking about how exciting it was when he rubbed me and fingered me. And I started rubbing myself like I had on other occasions. But this time was different. I knew now that I could do more than just rub a little. I rubbed and rubbed, got more and more excited, and felt the same building excitement that I had felt earlier that night. All of the sudden my body started exploding with sensations stronger than before. I rubbed and fingered myself and came in a way that scared me. But wow did it feel good! As I settled down I realized my hands and thighs were sticky wet in a way I had never experienced before. I had heard about getting wet during sex and now realized what it meant.  

After that first night, I started masturbating 2 or 3 times a week. It was always at night in bed. It was probably a month or two later that I was showering, soaping myself, when I ran my hand over my clit just so. It sent a shiver through me and I knew what I wanted to do. I started rubbing myself in the shower and came fairly quickly. Now I knew I could masturbate outside of my bedroom. I started getting excited by masturbating in new places. We had private shower stalls for gym class so I masturbated there. I would go into dressing rooms at department stores to try on clothes and masturbate there too. I think I got a little noisy once because the clerk looked at me pretty funny.

The next step that I remember happened right after I turned 16. I remember it because I had just gotten my drivers license and dad said I could use the car to take some friends to a movie the weekend after my 16th birthday. I was getting ready before going out and hopped in the shower. I was in a hurry and started washing my hair. I had some conditioner in and was waiting before rinsing it out. So I started rubbing myself. As I started getting excited, I felt my bladder pushing at me. I had been in such a hurry to shower that I hadn’t stopped to pee first. I didn’t want to get out with the conditioner in my hair. I don’t know why but I remember a deja vu like experience. I flashed backed to being in the lake and needing to pee. And I decided to just pee in the shower. Who would ever know? So I faced toward the drain, it was awkward, and tried to pee. At first nothing happened. Then a trickle came out and ran down my leg. There was that warm feeling again! Not as intense as in the lake, but it still felt nice. Then I started to pee and it was spraying as much on my legs as down the drain. I liked it on my legs and pressed my thighs together so it would all run down me. As the flow stopped I was wishing I had more. I was still horny from having started masturbating so I finished what I started.  

About a week later I was going to get in the shower. I needed to pee and started to sit down on the toilet. All of the sudden I thought about peeing in the shower and decided to try it again. That day was the beginning. I’ve peed in the shower most days since then. I don’t remember how long it took for me to combine peeing and masturbating. It wasn’t too long. One day as I was enjoying the sensation of pee running down my legs. I put one finger on my clit and started rubbing it lightly. It felt great to mix the sensations. I got some pee on my hand a couple days later as I masturbated. Soon I was putting my hand in the flow and then I cupped my hand to catch some pee and rubbed it into my breasts. Peeing and masturbating had become one combined pleasure. I wished I had more pee; I started drinking lots of water before showering so I could pee more. I started to notice my pee had different scents and colors depending on what I was eating and drinking. By the time I was almost 17 I knew I was becoming a pee expert. 

 I also became aware that I was doing something that I loved, but had no one to talk to about it. I was sure that if anyone knew how I was peeing on myself, rubbing it over myself, that I would be sent to an asylum. So I only did it in the shower at home. Then the day came when my parents left me home alone while they went to visit my aunt for a week. I had a job then and couldn’t go with. Soon after they left I found the joy of being constantly naked. It dawned on me that I could walk from my room to the bathroom without being dressed, so I did. When I had done my thing in the shower, and then gotten out and dried off, I decided not to wrap a towel around myself. I walked back to my room naked. I was hungry and I walked out to the kitchen naked. It felt great! I felt so free. It was on the second day, as I was sitting naked in the den watching tv, that I started to rub myself. I ended up masturbating in half the rooms of the house that week. The biggest event of the week happened in my own room. I had just had breakfast and came back to my room. I lay down on my bed and at some point started rubbing my pussy. As I kept rubbing I felt that familiar sensation. I had to pee. I ignored the sensation and kept fingering myself. I got more and more worked up and then started cumming. As my orgasm subsided I felt a trickle of pee slip out between my thighs. It struck me that mom would have a fit if I peed in bed. And that thought excited me so much that I let go and peed all over myself and the bed. It struck me in a hurry that I had to clean up. I tore the sheets off and threw them in the washer. I had to clean the mattress a little too. But even as I was cleaning up I knew that I wanted to start peeing and masturbating in new places. I put a piece of plastic under my sheets and peed in bed again that week. 

I also peed in the kitchen. It had a vinyl floor. One day as I was at the sink I felt the urge to pee. I looked at the vinyl and decided to go standing at the sink. It felt so good to feel the pee on me and so naughty to be doing it in the kitchen. As far as I can remember, that’s the first time I consciously associated what I was doing with being naughty. Then I knew that was part of the excitement; doing something that others would think was naughty. So I started trying to think of ways to be naughtier. It was in the kitchen that I thought of peeing into a pan. I stood at the sink and peed with a pan at my feet to catch most of it. Then I dipped my hands into it and started rubbing it into my tits and pussy. I sat on the floor masturbating and rubbing myself with my pan full of pee. As I came I dumped what was left on my breasts. Without thinking I put my finger in my mouth and tasted my own pee for the first time. I was pretty sure that I could get sick doing that so even though it didn’t gross me out I didn’t do that anymore. By the end of the week I had even peed and masturbated outside at night. Unfortunately, the rest of the rooms were carpeted so I couldn’t pee there unless I wanted to get into carpet cleaning.  

As all of this was taking place I had also started having sex. My first time was when I was 16. But it wasn’t until my junior year, when I was 17, that I started dating a guy who was good at sex. Once we got into it we were having sex 3 or 4 days a week. It was hard then to find places to do it but we managed. After a couple months, we were at his parent’s house on a weekend afternoon. No one was home so we had sex in his bed. He was good at oral sex and a good lay too. I was dying to tell him about all of my peeing games but didn’t know how. After sex I said we should clean up together in the shower. I needed to pee and thought I’d see what he said if I suggested that I could just pee in the shower. So we were in the shower soaping each other when I told him I suddenly needed to pee bad. He said go ahead, I’ll still be here when you get back. I told him at home that I peed in the shower once in a while and asked if he would mind. He said that I was gross and that’s what toilets are for. I was sooooo disappointed. But I peed in the toilet. I had a hard time getting over my disappointment and it must have showed because a few weeks later he said he wanted to break up. And that was the end of us as a couple.  

I was really depressed about the whole thing and started wondering if I was too much of a pervert. One of my girl friends (I’ll call her Sara) wanted to know what happened but I wouldn’t tell her. I couldn’t. If I told her, she’d think I was a pervert too. And then she’d probably tell everyone else. But she was persistent. She kept saying it doesn’t make sense. You two seemed to being doing so well and all of the sudden crash. I told her to just drop it; I didn’t want to talk about it. Then it happened. One night it was just Sara and I at her parents’ house and they were gone for the evening. We were talking and talking and talking when she said I hope you don’t hate me but I have to tell you I dated your old boyfriend a few times. At first I was shocked, but then I laughed and said I guess I don’t own him anymore. She was relieved I wasn’t mad. She told me they had sex on the night of their last and that he was good in bed. I laughed and said yes he was great in bed. So she asked again, then why did you two break up? I thought about it for a while and decided to tell her as little as possible. But I felt like I needed someone to confide in. I told her about what happened in the shower. And then I tried to explain it away as insignificant. I told her I didn’t know why it bugged me; that I knew it was no big deal and I added to Sara that she probably thought I was gross too. I was going to keep explaining it away, but that’s when Sara said he was a prude if he couldn’t deal with me peeing in the shower. She told me that she peed in the shower too…and floored me when she said she loved the feeling of freedom from peeing in the shower…and even like the sensation of the pee on her skin. My mouth must have been hanging open because she apologized and said that now I thought she was being gross. It took me a second to come to my senses. Then I told her that I thought I was the only pervert who liked that. Suddenly our stories cascaded out of us. She liked the same things I did. She masturbated and peed in the shower too and rubbed her pee into her breasts. Neither of us could believe what we were hearing.  

That night was a turning point. A lot of things happened quickly. I had wondered on a few occasions what it would be like to have sex with a girl but it was never anything I considered seriously. All of the sudden, though, I was turned on. I was turned on by Sara’s admissions, by the thought of knowing someone else liked what I did, and I didn’t know it yet but Sara’s body turned me on too. We told each other everything. She hadn’t gone quite as far as me in some ways, but she had gotten into things like peeing outdoors and wetting herself with clothes on. Anyway, eventually we needed to pee. We were both thinking the same thing but we were both afraid to say it. I broke the ice by saying, should we…in the shower…we could watch each other. I don’t think I’ve ever been so nervous. I don’t remember what Sara said but it wasn’t much. We walked silently into her bathroom and stood nervously. I started undressing and she followed. When our naked shoulders bumped together we were both embarrassed. After what seemed like an eternity, we got in the tub. Then we started laughing. We were both so nervous we couldn’t go. I have no idea how long it took because time seemed like it was standing still. Finally a little burst of pee spurted out of me. I hadn’t planned on masturbating too but when that first pee leaked out my hand just went to my clit. Sara gasped and I saw her eyes were locked on me fingering myself. Then my pee started gushing with my hand in my pussy it started spraying all over. Sara was just inches away so plenty sprayed on her. As it landed on her she started masturbating too. My pee finally subsided and before much longer I came. Sara was very vocal as she masturbated and I learned that she loved talking dirty. Shortly after I came she did too. She hadn’t peed yet but the relaxation following cumming must have done the trick because all of the sudden a strong stream of pee flooded out of her. When I saw her pee I knelt right in front of her and started pulling my nipples as it flooded my breasts. I was in heaven! To this day I don’t know why I did what I did next. I pushed my face right up into her pussy and started licking her. She was holding her lips open so I was licking her from her vagina to her clit. And gulping down every drop of pee that I could. Both of us were on fire. I couldn’t get enough of her pee. When it finally stopped I kept licking her until she came for the second time. Then I stood and pressed myself into her and kissed her. Our breasts pressed together for the first time as we kissed passionately. We stopped and looked at each other but weren’t sure what to say. Sara kissed me again then said that was the most exciting thing she had ever done. Her only regret she said is that she didn’t get to kneel in front of me and feel my pee pulsing on her breasts too. I smiled and told her I thought we could try it again. And we did. About an hour later, after guzzling all the water we could, we got back in the shower again. We were bolder this time. We knew what we wanted and that each of us wanted the same thing. We peed on each other again, Sara drank my pee for the first time and I drank hers again. And we ate each other to a wonderful orgasm after we peed.  

That was just the beginning for us. We both dated guys. And we both liked sex with guys then and now. But when we didn’t have dates, or just when we had spare time together we were peeing together. We ended up going to the same college together and living together all 4 years. I remember when we graduated my mom saying how great it was to have such a good friend. If she knew the real reason we had gotten so tight so would have had a heart attack. Our relationship has blossomed into a full blown sexual relationship. We’ve tried every kinky thing two girls can do together and we’re still exploring boundaries. But like I said, there wasn’t one moment when I was suddenly into golden showers and peeing. It’s been a long and intensely fun journey.