Wet Run: A Lesbian Watersports Fantasy

I was running in my first 10k when I lost control of my bladder and wet myself in front of the huge crowd. Humiliated I ran to my car. Now I've a running buddy and she's just admitted she watched me pee myself and she wants me to do it again but she wants me to do it on her this time. I've got to decide whether to keep my golden shower fantasy locked away in my head or admit just what I've always wanted to try, peeing on another woman.

A 4,000 word explicit story featuring desperation, public wetting, golden showers, pee swallowing, lesbian sex, oral sex.

An excerpt:
I began to squirm on the spot, half of embarrassment and half because of my overflowing bladder. “Let’s get moving,” I said but she ignored me.
“I thought you liked me, I saw you looking at me when I peed. That was why I did it in front of you to see how you reacted. But when I kissed you, you looked so shocked I realised…”
I lifted her hands to mine and held them, trying to ignore my growing desperation. “I wasn’t disgusted,” I said quietly. “I was just surprised, that’s all.”
“You mean you don’t hate me?”
“No, I don’t hate you but I really need to pee!”
“Oh, that’s interesting,” she replied, her voice taking on a strange quality. “What if I asked you to hold it in for a little longer?”
“Then I might piee myself.”
She went bright red and blinked at me but didn’t let go of my hands. “What if I asked you to pee yourself?” she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.
It was my turn to go bright red. Was that what had drawn her to me? The sight of my humiliation during the race? It all made sense. But then was it such a bad idea? At least there wasn’t a crowd of people watching this time, just Tricia and her perfect body.
“I’ll do it if you’re naked,” I said, the words falling out of my mouth. I expected her to refuse but she just smiled.
“Okay but you need to be naked too.”