Becky felt foolish, slightly embarrassed. Sitting on the toilet, her legs spread wide, she was pissing. For some reason she couldn't understand, it excited her. Everyone had to piss, yet not everyone considered it exciting. But Becky found it highly pleasurable to piss, and to listen to the soft hissing sound as the golden liquid gushed from her cunt.

She imagined it would be exciting to see others piss, too. Boys, girls, everyone. And, be watched as she pissed.

Becky was tall and slender, with a beautiful body. Her dark hair was soft and shining, naturally wavy and worn long. Her green eyes sparkled, and she bubbled with happiness, friendly to all. Her complexion was exceptional, without blemish, a honey-colored tan from head to toe, except where her bathing suit blocked the rays of the sun.

Becky had small tits, yet they were perfect in shape and size for her body, with luscious, long nipples. A nice handful, they were as firm as any teenager's. Her waist was small, her stomach flat. Her hips and ass appeared to be the perfect size and shape for designer jeans, for hip-hugging shorts, for bikini swimsuits. Her long, silky thighs and legs were shapely. Although in her early thirties, she could have been a high-fashion model, competing with the younger women successfully.

Becky had a comfortable income from her ex-husband, and although she had no specific skills for employment, she was quick to learn and had a sharp, inquisitive mind.

Squeezing her cunt, she stopped the flow of piss, leaning over to try and see between her thighs. When she began pissing again, she could watch the golden liquid, but she couldn't see where it spurted from. She often wished she was double-jointed, so she could put her face way down between her thighs to watch her pussy when she pissed.