A Dare.
So yesterday, I found myself exceptionally horny. And I really wanted to do something slutty and trashy. So, I emailed my latest orgasm inducer and asked for a dare of some sort.
He gave me one and asked that I tell him about it afterwards. I did the dare and I wrote to him about it and he’s said it was ok to share. So, I will. 
Well, things didn’t go exactly as I’m guessing you imagined them. I made a few changes to your dare, myself, but only in keeping with the spirit of things. First, I didn’t take off my tights before I left my office. I did it in my car. It’s COLD out and my car is about a mile from my office!
Second, my getting turned on (and wet) depends much more on what’s going on in my head than touching does. I can become sopping wet just sitting still and having raunchy thoughts a lot faster than I can being fingered, fucked, licked, etc. if my mind is elsewhere. Oh, with the exception of my nipples — I could be thinking about something *completely* non-sexual and still get turned on if my nipples are stimulated! So, I was wearing a cardigan sweater with a stretchy camisole underneath. I hiked my skirt up. But, I also pulled my tits out of my camisole. I was wearing my puffy red jacket, but unzipped. As I drove, if someone really looked, they’d be able to see my bare breasts. Or me tweaking my nipples at every stop. And other times, too.
By the time I got home (about a 30 min. ride), I probably could have just rubbed my pussy once or twice and I would have had a powerful orgasm. But, I got out of my car and went inside.
I put my purse and coat on the chair inside the door like I always do. Shoes off by the door, like always, also. I went into the bathroom, closed the door, and took off my sweater, camisole, and bra. Then I remembered that you wanted pictures! By that time, my clit was aching. As I walked, I could feel the slipperiness between my pussy lips. I dared not touch and check how wet my panties were… oh, since you’re probably curious, they were black bikini style satin, with multi-colored hearts on them. I didn’t touch because I wouldn’t be able to stop and not just cum right then and there. So, I kept pinching my nipples, almost absentmindedly. I went into my bedroom, right next to the bathroom. And, wtf… my bedroom is a MESS! There was NO way I was going to find my camera in there! It wasn’t in the first place I looked and I just didn’t have the patience to look all over. Sorry, no pictures.
I went back into the bathroom and got into the tub. I started to crouch, then realized I was still wearing my skirt. Doh! Stood up. Off came the skirt; I threw it on the floor. I leaned back in the tub, sitting with my knees up and spread apart. I slipped a hand, my left, into my panties and lightly fingered my clit. My right hand was still alternating between my nipples, pinching and pulling and raking my nails over them. Let me tell you… it took a lot of self-control to not use my palm, hard, against my entire cleft… pressing and rubbing myself to climax.
I stopped, pushed up onto my heels into a crouching position. Did you know that it’s difficult to start peeing when your cunt is engorged with blood (i.e. all aroused)??? I found that instead of concentrating on it, I had to completely relax and think of other things. Then at first, it came slowly. Then at, well, normal speed. I felt it, hot, running down my thigh. I have no idea if you’ve seen a woman urinate or not. I think most or at least many women have seen a man do it, but not necessarily the other way around. It’s different. It doesn’t necessarily run straight away from one’s body in a stream. Sometimes it creeps along your skin before flowing off. So, I got a bit messy. When I finished, I just sat back again and *finally* used my palm. But, now I couldn’t quite cum. Argh!
“Water sports” just doesn’t turn me on. It’s not repulsive or turn me OFF. It’s just… well, it’s just pee. It’s like if I sneezed during sex. Kind of inconsequential. Telling you about it is infinitely more exciting than the act itself.
I ran the water and rinsed myself off. Our shower has a hand shower to it, so I took that down and used it. I dried myself. I went into my bedroom, climbed into bed, naked, under my covers and got my pillow between my thighs. I closed my eyes and remembered driving home, with my breasts almost, but not quite, visible to all… I humped. And came. And then I fell asleep!!
The end.