My Memoirs: Claire: Taking the preferable.

For those who have read my earlier memoirs with Claire.... Times had changed, my brother had now moved back into his house with his new girlfriend, to whom I didn't really get on with and inevitably I was forced to move out. It was a pretty easy choice to move in with Claire, as she needed extra funds and had a spare room for rent.

Claire was well pissed off, her ensuite toilet was leaking slightly and she didn't have much in the way of spare funding to get a plumber to take a look at it and fix it. She had placed a spare plastic food tub underneath the cistern with a couple of towels, but it seemed to be that the leak was getting worse. Reluctantly Claire decided it best to switch off the independent water supply valve and shut the toilet off. She would just have to use the main house bathroom which is the one that l had pretty much soul use of.

I knew it was going to be a nightmare, Claire would easily spend a couple of hours at one time in the bathroom and sometimes even longer at weekends if she chose to dye her long black hair.

I remember when she had her shower running for over 40 minutes on one occasion, l played her up after a couple of drinks suggesting that she must have been doing some really naughty things in there.

Well, it all started on a Sunday afternoon, to be fair, she did warn me that she may be awhile, but I really didn't mind. I just remember thinking that I could watch the football in peace for a change. I can't remember the game, but I do remember my first couple of bottles going down rather well and then suddenly getting the urge to need to pee.

Knocking on the the bathroom door, Claire moaning, the words something like.

For fucks sake Lewis.

I can't help it, when I gotta go l gotta go.

Claire opened the door, her hair wet and just a fluffy white towel wrapped around her.

Go on then, hurry up, and remember to put the seat back down.

I quickly did my thing and got myself out of her way.

Later that evening I mentioned that things are going to get a little awkward, yes I know we had a friend's with benefits thing going on occasionally, normally on Claire's terms, but I was still paying for my rented room and part of the deal was full use of the main bathroom.

It really wasn't my fault that the ensuite was out of order, and to be fair, she wouldn't be able to offer the room for rent if l was to leave with a shared bathroom. I think Claire realised this and decided that it best just to make do with the situation she found herself in. It was agreed to no locking of the bathroom door, but you could always shut it and if one of us was in there, the other must knock.

So we carried on, although Claire had much better bladder control than myself, she could normally hang on if l was having a shave and shower. As for myself, I couldn't, and would often feel the need to pee whilst Claire was showering behind the bath curtain. It eventually came to the point where she would set up her alarm earlier in the morning, just to get into the bathroom before I awoke.

In the end we just got on with it, we would even end up chatting briefly if one of us was showering and the other was using the toilet. I must inform you all at this point, we are only sharing our number one's so to speak!!!

On this particular evening, l remember Claire going for a shower after work. l was already home after doing a morning shift and had already had a couple of beers before Claire had arrived.

I knocked on the door, telling Claire that I needed to pee.

It's fine, I'm in the shower.

I quickly went to the toilet and unzipped my fly, I was literally bursting to go, well the relief, it was one of those almost never ending piddles. I held my cock and guided my urine towards the base of the toilet, and let out a big sigh.

Claire spoke.

Blimey, sounded like you needed that.

I replied, looking left towards Claire in the bathtub and behind the shower curtain, well so I thought.

I certainly did.

Claire had popped her head from behind the curtain and was watching intently as l had pissed in the toilet.

I zipped myself up and washed my hands, although taken a back by being watched a little part of me l think probably enjoyed the thought of it.

Well within a couple of days it had happened again, with Claire now seemingly getting quite keen on watching me pee, not that she would follow me upstairs if I needed the bathroom, but if she was already in the room she would always watch.

It was a Saturday evening, l had been out with some mates and arrived home late and very drunk. I made my way upstairs, desperate to use the toilet. I must have made a right racket, I think I tripped up the stairs and fell over.

Claire bless her, came out of her room hearing the noise, she helped me up, saying.

Come on Lewis, let's get you to bed.

I really need to pee.

I don't remember much about it at the time, just from what Claire told me the next morning.

Apparently, she had to got me pretty much undressed, into my room and bed, but before doing so, she had managed to unbuckle my belt, pull down my jeans and underwear and held my cock and guide my pee down the toilet, much to my embarrassment.

Of course, this wasn't a one way street, Claire would also enter the bathroom occasionally if l were showering or shaving and take a pee, but I never got to see anything, it was just that sound of water gushing like a small waterfall or spring. If I were in the shower, Claire would always take a quick peek at me as I washed always finding an excuse for something to say to cause conversation.

We both enjoyed our drink, no every night, and not that often to excess, but with a bit of music, good weather and chat, we would always get tipsy, especially at weekends.

I remember buying one of my favourite beers on one occasion, it was called Holden's Golden Ale. It was a lovely drink, but definitely needed to be poured into a glass rather than being drank from the bottle.

Claire giggled at it's colour.

It's probably the same colour coming out as going in.

I laughed.

Highly likely, l guess I'll find out at some point, it's going down rather well anyway.

We continued to chat and play music, before Claire asked.

Tell me Lewis, do you ever pee in the shower.

I answered.

Well yeah it's been known, especially in a morning when I get up, can't see much point going to the toilet and flushing it, you would probably be pissed off that I'd woken you up, you know how loud the flush is, why do you have a problem with it.

Not really l guess, kind of makes sense, although aren't you normally hard in the morning.

She took a sip of her wine, again giggling to herself.

Well I have to make it subside someway, I don't think you would be too happy if I were pissing up the tiles or even worse the shower curtain, besides you know l always clean the shower and bathroom after I've used it.

I know.

Replied Claire, now picking up my bottle and reading the label.

Holden's Golden, it's a funny name. Hey Lewis, I found something funny on the internet recently, it's a fun adult group where people post selfies of themselves in the shower with a bottle or a can of beer, I think that they are calling it shower beer, you ought to try it with this one. You don't have to show anything if you don't want to, although some do, it's just about the fun of drinking in the shower.

Well I must admit, it wasn't something that I'd tried, I would occasionally have a bottle if having a bath, I knew that Claire would sometimes take a whole bottle of wine upstairs with a glass and soak in the bath, that's another reason why she would sometimes be in their for a couple of hours.

I went back to the conversation, picking up my phone and looking at some of the images of people showering with beers.

Bloody hell Claire, how do you find this stuff.

She laughed.

Well it just comes up.

Again chuckling, she continued.

You should do it, it would be fun, you could call it holding golden showers.

I quickly replied.

Why do you fancy trying it.

Refering to her wanting to try the drink.

Claire looked across at me with that naughty look on her face.

Oooh Sir, I say.

Was she serious, I just never knew with Claire, although I knew from past experience that she was up for most things.

I think that l blushed a little, before sipping my drink and replying.

I'm not really sure what you mean, are you suggesting that I do this photo beer shot in the shower.

Well maybe we could do that too!!

She was serious.

I'm just being honest Lewis, l know it's a little forward and kinky, and we've both had a drink, I'm sure that you must have thought about it, I know I have. In fact I've been extremely turned on recently with naughty thoughts, especially since I've been watching you pee and even getting to hold your cock as you took a pee. It was good fun.

So what are you suggesting Claire.

Give me five minutes and then come up to the bathroom and you'll find out won't you, and bring up that bottle, no time like the present, and I'm definitely in the mood, let's do it before I change my mind.

Well I didn't need to be told twice, l was already cock ... Hahaha, sorry clock watching.

I got myself pretty much naked, removing most of my clothing downstairs, before getting my beer and climbing the stairs. I heard the water running in the shower as I dived into my bedroom to remove my underwear. I looked in the mirror, not too bad l thought to myself, my cock looking a little semi, although it may have looked slightly enlarged due to the fact that I desperately needed to pee.

I checked the bedside alarm clock, it had been five minutes, I walked across the landing and into the bathroom.

I pulled the shower curtain back to see Claire standing in the bathtub, the other end of the taps and shower, she had removed her bra and slipped back into her white cotton tee shirt and kept on her little black panties. I placed my bottle on the side of the bath and climbed in to join her.

Claire then sat herself on the corner of the bath, the sill just having enough of a ledge to rest her cute little ass.

Are you really sure about this Claire, it just doesn't seem right.

I looked down towards her, her nipple's and piercing protruding through the white cotton, and below the darkness of her black panties.

Yes, Lewis l am, l really want to try it.

I was desperate to pee now.

Just fucking do it Lewis.

Claire raised her head, as I directed my cock towards her chest, I started to pee over her.

Wow, it feels so warm.

l directed my aim over both tits allowing her nipple's to be highly visible through her soaked white tee shirt, she pushed it down, pulling it tight as l continued to pee and empty my bladder all over her, until my flow began to subside and turn into a trickle.

I watched as Claire groped her tits through the fabric, before crossing her hands and grabbing the fabric at the waist and lifting and removed the tee shirt from over her head.

She couldn't stop laughing and then put her hand around my cock, squeezing the last droplet's of my urine, she smiled as my cock began to grow to her touch.

Seriously Lewis.

She slowly tugged me gently as I grew solid to her touch, she looked at the hardness caused before looking up towards me with a big smile on her face.

I love wanking him, I didn't know that they could get so hard straight after a pee.

Her hand movement soon became faster and vigorous, she even changed hands as she wanked me, telling me that she now wanted my cum.

I looked at her wet boobs and her right pierced nipple, my urine was forming little streams down her body and running down to the seam of her panties. I knew that I wasn't going to last long, even though I'd had a few earlier beers.

Claire anticipated that I was close, she knew me well as I let out a moan and my legs began to jolt.

I'm not sucking him Lewis, but I want to see you cum for me.

She continued to wank me, her left hand now supporting and occasionally squeezing my balls in an attempt to extract my seed.

I stretched my arm out, placing my hand straight onto the tiled wall to support myself, before I pushed her hand away from my cock and took control with my other hand. She didn't seem to mind, she just wanted me to blow my load for her.

I moaned.

Here it is, here it cums.

I looked down at Claire's pale body, her tits pert, no more than a handful.

God, I'm going to cum for you Claire.

Go go then, show me, make a mess over my pretty little tits.

That was all I needed as I felt myself release. A massive glaze of cum blasting all over Claire's upper chest, that already began to trickle between her tits, I pushed my cock lower, I was so horny and I wanted to cover her boobs with all of my jizz.

Claire looked down, and then up towards me and my exploding cock, pushing her tits together and upwards in an attempt to catch all of my cum loads on her chest.

Slowly my orgasm subsided and I began to slow down the frantic stroking of my cock.

Claire giggled.

My God that's a massive load, thank fuck I'm in the shower.

She lifted herself up and eased past me and turned on the shower and heat control. She slipped herself underneath it, still with her panties on and proceeded to wash away my mess. She grabbed some shower gel and continued to wash in front of me. She then put her hands together, soaped them up, before reaching down and giving my now flaccid cock a little soapy wash.

She moved the shower curtain and reached for her phone, grab that beer bottle Lewis, let me take a couple of shots, it's only fair, you've just took plenty of shots over me.

We carried on as normal for a couple of days, yes we spoke, but avoided any conversation about those events in the shower.

It would have been almost the following weekend when Claire mentioned something about the amount of 'likes' she had received regarding my shower beer picture. Apparently someone had remarked asking where it could be purchased from.

It was only available within about a 10 mile radius of our location, so it wasn't really worth the reply.

You okay, Lewis.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Claire knew something was wrong.

Come on Lewis, spill the beans.

I'm sorry Claire, I just feel guilty about last weekend, I realise that I was a little drunk, but it was well out of order, I feel terrible about it all.

How so, Lewis. It was me who suggested it, yeah I know it was a bit naughty, but I certainly didn't feel degraded by it, I wanted to try it that's all, I quite enjoyed it to be honest, okay I don't think I'd be too happy if you we're pissing all over me in my bedroom or on my face, and I was never going to suck you off without you washing it, but in the shower, we'll for me it was pretty harmless, just a bit of kinky fun stuff.

I still feel bad about it.

Although secretly I did get a massive kick out of it, something new, a change to the normal would always raise more than just my interest, and Claire knew it.

We closed the subject at that point and moved on, although I guess we both had our own private thoughts about it.

I suppose what happened next was Claire's idea of putting things right.

It was a fortnight after, a Sunday morning, a chink of light was beaming through the curtains of my bedroom, l rolled over, l really couldn't be bothered to get up and close them properly, I looked across at the time. 6.49am. Great l thought, guaranteed another couple of hours, Claire would rarely get out of bed before 9am on a weekend.

I must have dozed back off to sleep, before I found myself being awoken by a knock on my bedroom door, before it being opened.

I rolled over to look, still in a state of slumber. In the doorway stood Claire, completely naked, the backlight of the landing light exposing the slight curves of her tiny body, l couldn't help admire the view as I looked transfixed towards her, she pushed her hand through her hair and smiled.

You up Lewis.

Well, yeah just about, everything ok.

Yeah fine, I'm just so fucking horny.

Claire now walked across my bedroom to the side of the bed. She sat down and proceeded to try and pull the duvet away from my body.

Well like most mornings I was hard, not just a semi, I have no idea what I must have been dreaming about. It was just one of those mornings when you don't even realise you are hard, and then when you suddenly have a feel it's like have a hot metal rod between your legs, you sometimes have throw the duvet back just to admire it for yourself.

Well this was fortunately one such occasion, I didn't resist much, party because I was still getting my bearings.

Claire gasped, having succeeded in moving the bed cover.

Fucking hell, you are up.

I looked down, feeling pretty pleased with myself, my cock did look pretty good this morning l thought.

Claire instantly grabbed it and started to yank at it, although it really didn't need much encouragement.

I watched as she moved her left leg over me to straddle my waist, still playing with my cock. Thanks to that ray of light through the curtain and the light from the landing l was getting a great view of her body, her pussy glistening and already wet, l think that she must have been having a little bit of a play with herself in her bedroom.

God, Lewis I'm so fucking horny this morning.

She lifted herself forward towards me and up, before guiding my cock into her soaked pussy with her hand and easing herself back down on to me. I tried to lift myself up towards her in an attempt to be more forcefully with her, but Claire wasn't having any of it.

She firmly pushed her hand on the middle of my chest, and arched her back away from me.

Just enjoy the view, Lewis. I want to be in control.

Claire slowly lifted herself up and down on my shaft at her own pace. I remember wanting to get my hands on her waist or tiny tight ass in an attempt to get some control. I so wanted to grope on her firm little titties as l watched her whole body ride me, she would throw her head back and look at the ceiling, I think also in an attempt to keep her long black hair out of her face, yet all of the time her one hand still placed firmly on my chest.

I listened to her moans and words.

Yes, yes, yes... fuck me, fuck me.

As she grinds on my cock, I feel her suddenly continue to lift herself off me, with my hard cock now springing out of her. I look down slightly confused as I watch Claire push down tight on her pubic area, her pussy slightly open from where my cock has been inside her.

I felt a gush of warmth, Claire is pissing over me, not much, just a little, but before I can even relate or react to the situation, Claire has put my cock back inside her and is now riding me harder and faster, no words, she let's her body do the talking as I now begin to find myself losing my control as she thrusts herself down onto me.

I let out that familiar moan, a moan that Claire knows so well, that moan that tells her that I'm about to cum.

She let's out a gasp herself, I've definitely somehow hit the spot, l can't describe how much wetness that l could feel between where our bodies joined.

She lifted herself off me, I watch as my cock is trapped in front of her pussy which now straddles my waist and hiding my balls. Claire quickly began to bring me off to completion with her hand, and it only takes several small strokes and I'm shooting my messy load all over myself as Claire tried to direct it away from her. I watch as l shoot my load up into the air and then feel it land all over my body. My cock begins to reduce in size as Claire reached across me to wipe my cum off her fingers with the bedside tissues, before falling back and collapsing beside me in my bed.