Paris Hilton was lying on her towel on a deserted beach, nothing but sand in eyesight. Because of her solitude she had discarded her small black bikini which she loved as it contrasted sexily with her pale body, she was currently reading a book through big sixties style sunglasses; serenaded by the gentle lapping of waves upon the shore.

After a while of reading Paris started to feel like she needed to piss, looking up she still saw no one around and decided to just go for it.

“Oh what the hell? I love doing risky things” she thought, standing up and walking away from the towel so as to avoid getting it soaked in piss and squatted down on the sand then waiting a bit before she let out a stream of piss shot out, because of the angle she was squatting the stream shot out about a foot from her, and the way the light caught it giving the gold liquid a glittering, shimmering quality made her watch as it spurted across the sand before it landed then momentarily pooled on the sand before sinking into it, there was something about the risk of pissing outside in the middle of the day that made Paris feel very aroused and she enjoyed the sight of her piss disappearing into the sand the smell as well, slightly bitter which pricked her nose seemed almost intoxicating.

She sat there squatting frozen for a brief moment before walking back to her towel and book to begin reading again but no matter how much she tried to keep her mind on her book she kept finding it had wandered back to the golden stream which she had let out and the smell of her own urine. She tried to be disgusted with herself but couldn’t stop thinking about it. She made a decision. To get it out of her head she would drink a bunch of water, she had three bottles on her car then stay in this secluded spot until she needed to piss again.

She ran back to her car, still naked for the thrill of it, her ass and tits jiggling with each pace. The car park was still empty, few people were ever on this part of the beach; Paris got her water bottles and went back to her spot by the sea, quickly chuggin the contents of the bottles down.

Then she tried to put the idea of her own piss out of her head and went back to reading, after a while she started to feel some pressure in her bladder but decided to ignore it for a bit.

“If I’m going to do this then I might as well do it properly” she thought to herself turning the page of her book. She felt the need to go increasing every second until her bare legs were squirming with the effort to contain her fluids.

She stood up again and squatted, leaning back slightly so as to shoot her piss quite a way, she then spread her labia and relaxed, shooting her golden pee out across the sand and again she felt the smell prick her nostrils and admired how her stream shimmered in the sun, before she knew what she was doing she moved her right hand so it’s fingers were all engulfed by her piss, she shuddered in pleasure as the warm liquid shot across her digits, she then raised her hand to her lips, hesitated a second, then licked one, then another lock and another before she was sucking on her hand, trying to get every hint of flavor.

Paris moaned out loud “Oh dear God that’s delicious” then and idea struck her, still pissing she reached over to one of her bottles and unscrewed the top, then moved it under her shower of piss.

Oh lord, even the sound of her piss landing in her bottle filled her with longing, as she’d already been pissing a while she only filled the bottle half way and felt quite disappointed when her stream died down, before she straightened up from her squat and raised the bottle to her lips and began to drink.

The taste was indescribable, it was like nothing else she’d ever tasted and it was amazing, in desperation she tilted the bottle higher and higher until there was piss running down her chin and chest, she didn’t notice and kept drinking until the bottle was empty at which point she picked up the drops of piss running down her and licked them up, after there was no more piss to be drank Paris went back to her towel and checked her watch, realising she should be getting back home she walked, carrying her bikini, towel, bottles and book back to the car, to intoxicated by her own taste to care if anyone saw her then got in the car and started to drive back after putting on a long shirt and jean shorts as she left eyesight of the beach she thought to herself,

“I am going to have a lot of fun with this”