As every struggling actor around the globe, I pay my bills by bartending. It is a hard job, with a lot of manual labor, but to be honest, I love it. The social aspect of it is what got me into it, to begin with. I have met so many amazing people doing what I do, many of which I now call friends. Some of them, even lovers. There are so many stories I have heard - the bonds you create on a bar are truly something special! The one story I will be sharing with you today is one I am personally involved in, a saga that started around 5 years ago, and just got a sequel. 

It was a hectic Thursday night and the bar was more busy that usual. The dawn of a bank holiday Friday was inspiring every person working in the area to celebrate and have “another one”. Our bar is located in the centre of Thessaloniki, in a very busy neighbourhood with many banks and companies around. As a result, we have a lot of regulars who come even on a daily basis. That Thursday was sure to be busy. Even when it’s that crowded, I always hear clearly what’s happening in front of me. Among the regulars, two girls, newcomers, enjoying gin tonic after gin tonic, talking and giggling all the time. I couldn’t tell if they were on a date, if they were friends, or whatever their story was. I remember clearly my frustration not being able to put the pieces of the puzzle together. They spoke English fluently, but I couldn’t tell where they were coming from. 

During one of the deepest parts of their conversation, something I could understand because of their body language, someone slipped and as they were falling grabbed a cable from the dj console, resulting to the sound to go off. During that mere second, everybody at the bar went silent and the brunette, the more petite and the prettiest of the two, was caught saying very loudly, almost screaming, “pissing is the limit!”

The moment she finished her sentence, the dj slipped the cable back in and the music was back on again, and the crowd started clapping. Whether the clapping was for the dj saving the night or the girl setting her limits was unclear to me, but I was extremely entertained and started laughing uncontrollably. The two friends understood what had just happened and bursted into laughing as well. 

The brunette couldn’t hold herself, she was literally crying from laughing. She turned to me and said “you know we are friends now, right?” to which I replied “clearly” and offered them two more gin tonics on the house. We then properly introduced ourselves. They were on a date, it seems. For reasons unclear to me to this day, the blonde one left right when she finished that last drink, leaving the brunette alone still laughing.

“Was it the pissing? Was it too much?” She asked me puzzled, still laughing.

Before giving my answer I wanted to make sure I understood the situation so I asked what they were talking about. It was about kinks and if they had any. The brunette, apparently bisexual, had broken up with her last boyfriend some months before, and she was going through a sex revolution where she was willing to try everything at least once. With, you guessed it, pissing being the limit. I was very happy for her and offered her another drink, in order to celebrate her new awakened lifestyle. We spent the rest of the night talking casually, she was very cute - and very pretty. 

“And what is your limit?” was the question that threw me off guard. I was not sure about the answer and that troubled me. I told her that I had tried many things and I never had a problem adjusting myself to a situation. I enjoy being sexual and pleasing my sexual partner is always a priority for me. I also confessed to her that I am bisexual as well and “guys can be into extreme stuff”. She laughed and added “so what about pissing?”

“Great experience, but not with a girl.”

“Well, I am available.” 

I… lost my words. I have had many crazy things happened to be in that bar, but a girl asking to be pissed was not one of them - up until them. I looked around to check if anyone had witnessed that but thankfully not. I felt a tingling and started to get hard. I was really enjoying our chat but I didn’t think it would get sexual. But it did and I was not sure how I felt about it. 

The intense and arousing silence was disrupted by my manager who asked me to prepare something. I winked at her to ensure that she understood me walking away was not to be meant as something negative. When I was done and returned back to her, she smiled at me and said that it has been a long night and she would bounce. As I still had at least three more hours of work in front of me and I was unable to do anything else, I poured us two shots of tequila, raised my glass and nodded “to pissing.”

“To pissing!” she laughingly added. And I didn’t see her again for five years.

Fast forward five years and a pandemic later, the cute brunette rushes inside the same bar and I am once again making drinks. I recognise her immediately - how could I forget a beautiful bisexual girl that asked me to pee on her?! She comes jumping on her tiptoes like a sexy little elf, “hey you!”

My “hey!” didn’t convince her that I was aware of who she was, so in order to help me out she casually added “you never peed on me!”, opening her hands asking for a hug. I laughed and hugged her, “Gin tonic, right? On me!”

The cute brunette was back in town after all these years and she hoped to see me again, as she had been saying about our pissing joke to everybody. Truth be told, I had been thinking about her regularly, because she holds the number one spot on the list with the weirdest things that have happened to me in that place. After catching up, I asked her if her sexual revolution was over, and if she had a great time during that period of her life.

She started laughing. “You know what’s funny? No one has ever peed on me! ”It seems I was the first and last person she felt comfortable with. And that’s when I took a risk. “I still regret it” I said, with my head lowered, half joking. The energy changed. Her laughing smile turned into a sexy smirk and her eyes got serious. She leaned over and invited me to get closer. “I am still up for it,” she whispered. I would not miss this opportunity twice. 

I went to my boss and asked if I could leave a bit earlier. He understood why I asked and gave me his blessing. A couple of hours later, and after having talked about everything, he left the bar and headed towards her hotel. She insisted that we went there because the shower was a show stopper.

I have had a lot of crazy sex, but the feeling I was experiencing was new. I was feeling inspired, and I had been hard non stop for almost two hours. And that felt great. Before reaching the hotel I realised that we hadn’t even kissed yet so when I saw a cute corner with a tree and some street lights, I yelled “hey,” grabbed her from the waist and gave her a kiss. She started laughing again and pointed out “you are such a romantic!”

We finally got the room and the shower was indeed very grande. We undressed each other quickly and walked in the dramatic shower. Her nipples could cut glass. She got on her knees and with a soft touch on her breasts she directed me where I should point. “Now pee on me big boy.”

It was hot and it was messy and she loved it as much as I did. We had a quick shower and jumped in the bed where we spent the whole night fucking. The whole night. Of course with many pee breaks in between. To be fair, I asked her to pee on me as well, which she gladly did. Even then she was smiling and giggling like a sexy little elf. 

She would be in town for three more nights, and we did spent these nights together. We did so many things that will stay with me forever. It felt like she helped me experience a mini sexual revolution myself and I am so grateful for that. We both admitted that we are not the type for a long distance relationship, but agreed that this would not be the last time we would pee each other. 

I have been following this project for some years now and I always wanted to submit a story. When this happened I finally found the right story for it. She was my fluffer. I explained to her about your project and asked for her permission to write this. And she loved it.

Nick, Thessaloniki