"Diane:" A Very Intimate Conversation

[Dr.P 1,472]

"Diane:" A Very Intimate Conversation
By Dr.P

Introductory Notes:

Part 1 of this story is basically a documentary, or memoir, leading up to an intimate and very erotic pee conversation, that I was almost lucky enough to have with a lady friend. I said ALMOST lucky enough, for a reason. It actually happened exactly as I report it here, up to a point, about half way through Part 1, where "Diane" (not her real name, of course, and no relation to other women of that name, real or fictional) shows me a chafed spot on her uppermost, inner thigh, during a conversation at the gym, where we both work out. She actually did that, in the real world, exactly as I describe it in the story, but the incident had nothing at all to do with her peeing, at that time. She tends to act things out, in reality, when telling a story, or reporting an incident, as she does in this fictional story, and she is very aware of smells, especially men's body odors, which she strongly dislikes.

The conversation itself is totally fictitious, a fantasy of mine, arising from an event in the real world, which I mishandled, at the time, missing what may have been a great opportunity. In Part 1 of this fictitious story, unlike the real one, I say what I wish I had said, in reality, to initiate this conversation, and steer it, not too subtly, toward peeing. It builds with the sharing of intimate secrets, in Part 2, evolving to us becoming "wet" friends and lovers, in Part 3. So it is a combination story, "partly truth and partly fiction," as the old Kristofferson song says, but it is predominantly fiction, so it seems appropriate to report it in the Fictional Pee Stories section.

Although the story is presented in three parts, the entire conversation takes place in one afternoon, as it would have, in reality. I beg the indulgence of readers of Part 1. It moves slowly, at first, because it is necessary to set up the initial situation, in some detail, to make the rest of the story believable. The action moves much more quickly in Parts 2 and 3, and especially in a sequel, Part 4, which has been written, and will be posted after the first three parts. I think that imagined or fictional encounters can often be almost as erotic as real ones, especially when they have a basis in reality, and the characters describe their experiences in their own words.

"Diane:" A Very Intimate Conversation
Part 1. Platonic Friends: A Conversation Becomes Erotic

By Dr.P

I met "Diane" at the gym where we both work out. She is in her mid to late fifties, but I noticed that she often hung out with older guys, like me. So I was pleased and flattered when she spontaneously initiated a conversation with me, making a joke about how short she was, compared to some very tall members of an Asian athletic team, who were training at our gym, at the time.

She herself is of Asian ethnicity, short, trim, and very athletic, with medium length, black hair, worn in a pony tail, a relatively flat chest, and strikingly beautiful, well proportioned, and muscular legs, with the slightest hint of cellulite, at the tops of her thighs, which I find attractive, and very feminine. She always displays her beautiful, bare legs, in short, but wide-legged workout shorts, at the gym. I have never seen her wear long pants, tights, or leggings, like most of the other women do. I had noticed and admired her from afar, running fast on a treadmill, for up to an hour at a time, for several years, before she introduced herself to me. She is very attractive, but I always assumed our relationship would be strictly Platonic, athlete-to-athlete, and I didn't hit on her, or ask her out. I tried to make her feel comfortable and safe, as a friend, in my company, assuming she wanted a "safe" older man, to talk with. (Full disclosure: I am of Caucasian ethnicity, a little over 6 feet tall, and I was a respectable, but average power lifter, back in the day. Now, I'm just trying to maintain my strength, as I age. I am in my late seventies, but still quite active.)

We talked extensively, and became good friends, over several years, discovering that we both grew up in the metropolitan area of the same Midwestern U.S. city. We are both engineers, so we tend to speak openly and directly, and details are important to us. So it was pretty easy for us to talk, and she was a lot of fun to talk with. We talked about everything from sensitive issues, like social problems, and race relations, to our educational experiences, household problems and tips, and details of our own health and medical issues. So we have a lot in common, and I thought I knew her very well. We had known each other for about three years, when this conversation took place.

From time to time, during our conversations, she would reveal and point out her minor injuries to me, like cuts, abrasions, or bruises, almost always on her lovely legs, starting at or near her ankles, to begin with. I didn't think this was significant to our relationship, just part of being close, trusted friends, and I always sympathized with her when she told me how they happened. Gradually, the locations of her injuries moved up to her knees, and eventually above them, to bruises on her thighs, etc. I began to wonder if there was a pattern or plan to this, as in the "stocking game," a soft core sex tease, described in the old social psychology book, "Games People Play," in 1964. But I convinced myself that was just wishful thinking, on my part, and I didn't change my attitude or behavior toward her.

Since her athletic shorts are all of the wide-legged variety, she wears panties (knickers) of various colors and lengths, underneath them, which are easily visible, as she goes through her exercise routines. If her panties are very short, showing a lot of her upper thighs, I have found that she is often warmer and more relaxed, more willing to talk at length. If they are relatively long, sometimes showing below her outer shorts, and covering her upper thighs, she is usually very serious about getting done with her workout, and leaving the gym. I just saw her at the gym, this weekend, wearing very short panties under her shorts. She is retired now, looking better than ever, and has lost most of the cellulite she once had on her upper thighs.

Her years of running finally took their toll, and she was eventually scheduled for hip replacement surgery, a couple of years after we met. We discussed it in detail, over several months, beforehand. She would be out of the gym for about a month. I gave her my numbers and offered to help her, bringing her meals or supplies, or giving her rides, during her recovery, but she did not take me up on any of those offers. I took that to mean that she wanted to keep me at some distance, rather than allowing me to have more access to her, in her personal life. Not a problem, for me. I was glad to have some idea of where I fit, in her life.

When she returned to the gym, after her surgery, I welcomed her back, and we resumed our frequent, friendly talks, as before. She complained that it was hard for her to put on her pants, for work, because her hip was still too stiff. I said, "Well, you've got great legs. Why don't you wear a skirt?"

"Thanks, but no. The only skirts I have are short, and I wouldn't feel comfortable wearing them in the place where I work. It's all guys, and it just wouldn't seem right."

One day, when we were alone and talking, in a somewhat secluded corner of the gym, with walls on three sides, and only one open side, toward the bathrooms, ironically enough, she turned her right side and back to me, and actually lifted the leg of her loose, outer shorts, and her panties, to show me the surgical scar on her bare right hip.She did this out of the blue, without warning, or much comment. I was a little surprised by this, but resisted the temptation to compliment her on her lovely little butt. I was still trying to be the nice, respectful, Platonic friend, after all.

"Looks like that's healing very well," I commented.

A week or so later, while we were talking, she subtly moved us into a more secluded area of the gym, roughly 6 feet by 12 feet, behind the bathrooms, ironically(?), again, but in an adjacent location. It is a corridor to an alarmed, but unused set of emergency exit doors, with floor-to-ceiling walls on two sides, and a high-walled staircase near the fourth side. There was an athletic bench stored there, but otherwise, it was totally empty, with no other people around. The only down side to this space is that it is poorly lit. But that enhances its relative privacy. She led me to the back of the corridor, near the exit doors, where it is darkest, and most private. She told me that her doctors would not allow her to run on the treadmill, since her surgery, so she had to ride the stationary bike at the gym, for her cardio exercise.

Then she locked her eyes with mine, drew my gaze down to her legs, lifted the left leg of her outer shorts, in the front, and pulled it, and her panties, aside, to show me a chafed spot, on her uppermost inner thigh, in her thigh gap, adjacent to her panties. She turned her body, and rotated her leg outward, to give me a full view of her inner thigh, all the way to her groin, again without warning or comment. She was wearing the shortest pair of panties that I had ever seen on her, on that day, and they just barely covered her hairless lips, when she pulled the panties aside. They had covered the sore area on her left thigh, before she pulled them up.

She continued to hold her shorts and panties aside for me to look at her lovely bare thigh, as she said,

"See what I got from riding that damned bike, last week? It really hurts!"

I was stunned by her beauty, and how much she had shown me, of her own volition, apparently because she liked and trusted me. For the first time, I wondered if her interest in me was more than Platonic. I was speechless, for a few seconds, as my mind raced. She had literally taken my breath away.

The chafed spot was small, but it certainly did look like it hurt, even in the dim light of the corridor, and I could genuinely empathize with her, and her pain. Due to its location, I immediately fantasized about the spot getting wet when she peed, if she sat with her legs together or only slightly apart, when she did it, as many women commonly do. I could see that her thigh gap was small, and I was almost certain that it would feel a drop or two, on occasion, unless she squatted or spread her legs very far apart, when she did it. My instant fantasy of her pee dribbles on her thigh turned me on, and made me braver than usual.

Sympathizing with her, as a very close, and intimate friend, I said,

"Ooh, that looks like it hurts. So sorry it happened to you. I'll bet it stings a lot, when it gets wet. That must be a real nuisance for you. Hope it heals up quickly."

Then I smiled, and added,

"I don't know if I'm allowed to say this, in today's world, Diane. Please forgive me, if I'm breaking some new rules. But my god, you have incredibly beautiful legs! I wish I could kiss your sore spot for you, and make it better." I smiled and winked.

"Thanks. I thought you'd like to see that! I've seen you looking at my legs, and I don't mind, at all. I have no problem with compliments, either. I appreciate them. And I'm glad you like my legs so much, and want to kiss them!" (Big, warm smile.) She took my hand, and placed it on her inner thigh, near the chafed spot. I caressed her thigh very gently and hesitantly, avoiding her sore spot, since I didn't want to hurt her.

She said, "It's OK for you to touch my legs! I know you want to, and I think we know each other well enough, after three years. We've talked about everything, under the Sun. No secrets between us, so you can touch me. No problem."

"Mmm... I love the way your skin feels, so soft and smooth... Your legs are not only beautiful, but they feel so silky when I touch them."

"Thanks. Glad you like them. They're all natural. I don't shave my legs, because I don't need to. So you won't feel any stubble."

"So you're naturally incredibly lovely! We haven't talked about everything, yet, but I have no secrets from you, either, and I hope we can talk a lot more."

She took my hand, which was still on her inner thigh, and pulled it upward, against her shorts, clamped it tightly between her upper thighs, and pressed my hand against her body.

"Ooh, that feels so good!" she said.

"It sure does!" I answered, "I hope you'll let me put my hand there again, when you're all wet, warm, and slippery!"

"Ooh! You really are bad! I'll have to think about that!"

We both realized that we were in a semi-public place, where we could be noticed. So she released my hand, and the legs of her shorts and panties, letting them fall back in place, so as not to attract attention from possible casual observers or passers by. After one more light caress of her legs, I took my hand away, for the same reason.

Then she looked at me quizzically for a second or two, having obviously caught the thinly veiled meaning of my first comment, especially in the light of what I had just said. She showed a fleeting trace of embarrassment, followed by a knowing look. With a sly grin and a slight frown, probably hoping to embarrass me in return, or possibly to gauge my interest, she looked into my eyes and said,

"But what do you mean when you say the sore spot on my leg must sting when it gets wet? And, it must be a real nuisance for me? Do you mean, when I go to the bathroom? When I have to PEE?"

She locked eyes with me, still frowning, and adopting a stern expression, either to get an honest answer, or to embarrass me. I was not sure which.

Panic struck me, for a moment, wondering if I had offended her, by referring obliquely, but almost openly, to a bodily function, which she probably considered very private, and which we had never mentioned or discussed, in any of our previous conversations. I decided that the best approach was to come clean, and be honest about my intention, in saying what I had said, but to keep it light and humorous, if possible. So with a shrug and a grin, meeting her gaze, without blinking, I said,

"YEP, that's what I meant. Guilty as charged."

"How would you know that spot on my leg could get wet, when I pee? Have you been watching me?" Her stern expression continued.

"Don't I WISH!... No, I haven't had that pleasure,... yet. - But I grew up with a mother and three sisters, in a small house with one bathroom, so I've seen a thing or two. I don't know if your leg gets wet there when you pee, but I can guess that it might, depending on how yours comes out, and how you do it. I'd be surprised if it didn't get wet."

"Be careful what you wish for!"

She began to relax, smiled, and confided,"Yeah, you guessed that right, and I'm surprised that you did. Guess you really have seen a thing or two! I have to be very careful, when I go to the bathroom to pee. I never had to, before I got this injury, but that little sore spot really stings when it gets wet. My pee usually comes out high, and frontward, instead of going downward, like most women's, so my thigh gap often gets wet, because it's small, as you could see and feel, when I put your hand between my legs. I think it always did get wet, but I never noticed it until I got this chafe, and the sting let me know that my inner thighs were wet, after I peed. So now I have to spread my legs really wide, when I sit down to pee at home, or squat in public toilets, to try to keep them dry."

Surprised at her candid and detailed answer, and very relieved that she didn't seem offended anymore, I dared to confide my interest to her.

"I've always been interested in how women pee. It's extremely intimate, and it can be incredibly sexy."

"Yeah, I've heard that some men think it's sexy. A lot of Japanese men think it's very sexy, too. It's really popular in Japan. They call it "Omorashi." Why do you think it's sexy? It's just a natural thing, and I never thought it was sexy, at all. I wonder why men think it is? Men pee too. Do you think your peeing is sexy?"

"No. I whip it out, aim, let fly, and shake it off, when I'm done. I'm always standing up, it's always a single stream, it almost never hisses or sprays, and it's boring. I think all men pee the same way."

"I wish mine was a little more boring, like a guy's. You men have it so easy!"

"Hmm... I'd love to hear about yours. - The way women do it is very interesting and exciting for me to watch, and even to hear. Every woman has her own way of doing it, depending on details of her body, her clothing, her location, and how bad she has to go. She can do it sitting, squatting low or high, or even standing, all of which have their own charms. I think peeing is the sexiest thing a woman can do, and the most intimate thing she can share with a guy."

She looked thoughtful, and said,

"I didn't know that men were so intensely interested in women's peeing, and I still wonder why?"

"Many are, but most won't admit it, because they don't want to be called "perverts." A woman friend of mine once said, "You can never tell what's going to happen, when a woman pees. It may come out of her vulva in a single, neat, round or flat stream, or several streams, directed backward, downward, forward, sideways, or even upward. It might spray, sprinkle, gush, or dribble, and it may hiss, or be silent. Her lips, butt cheeks, or legs may get wet, or stay dry. If she has hair down there, it may get wet, or it may not, depending how much she has, and where it is. The same woman may pee in different ways, or styles, on the same day, under different circumstances. And on top of all that, a woman's attitude or mood may also affect her style. So to answer your question, women's peeing can be a complicated process, which can be very interesting to curious men, like me. Most women keep their own details deeply secret, which makes us even more curious."

She grinned, chuckled, and faked a frown of disapproval, as she commented,

"You weren't kidding when you said you had seen a thing or two! You've seen a LOT, and you're BAD! But OK, I don't mind telling you how I do it. I have no secrets from you, as I said. Actually, I'll even try to show you, right here and now, if you're THAT interested."

Wicked little smile.

"You better believe I'm THAT interested! But what can you show me, here and now?"

"You'll see! Just watch me, and pay attention!"

I was more than thrilled, wondering what she had in mind. But truly, what could she possibly show me, here, in a public place, with gender-separated, multi-user bathrooms? I was soon to find out.

Epilogue to Part 1.

I wish I had had better insight into her feelings toward me, and the courage to engage her in a conversation like this, when she gave me such a great opportunity. As it was, in reality, I maintained my misguided "safe older man" facade when she pulled her shorts aside to show me her injury, and I made a lame comment, like "That looks like it really hurts. Hope it heals up soon." I didn't mention it getting wet, or being a nuisance. And I didn't even bother to compliment her on her beautiful legs, which she had just showed me, up close, in intimate detail, all the way up to her groin. She probably took my lack of reaction as disinterest, or more likely as outright rejection, after she had essentially thrown herself at me, in her view, by intentionally showing me her inner thigh and panties, and sharing an intimate confidence (the nature and location of her injury), with me, alone, in a semi-public place. Profound mistakes, and a huge missed opportunity, on my part. One of the stupidest things I ever did (or didn't do). Hope you readers are more aware, and smarter than I was, when given such a great opportunity!

 

[Brutus 2,169]

Great so far. The dialogue was engaging, and it was hard to tell when the true part ended and the fiction took over, so it was a smooth transition. As for the epilogue, yeah you blew it and she probably took your lack of pursuit as disinterest, or just got  tired of waiting for you to make a move. But almost every guy has a story like that where he played it too safe with a woman and lost her. 

Looking forward to part 2.

[mickymoist 3,448]

@Dr.P Really enjoyed that very much and am looking forward to the next instalment.

[Dr.P 1,472]

Brutus, thanks much for the feedback and very kind words. Writing the dialog was the challenging part. I have written a lot of straight prose, both professionally, as an engineer, and in posts, like this, over the years, but I haven't written much dialog. I thought the story would come across much better, as a conversation, rather than as straight prose. And the challenge of writing the spoken words of a woman, describing very intimate bodily functions, is even greater, because women just say things differently, "go" rather than "pee" or "piss," for example. So it took me a long time to write this. One mitigating factor, which made it easier, and actually helped convince me to try this, was that I really did have a close friendship with this woman. We talked a lot, we were very straight with each other, and I even knew her speech patterns. I just didn't know that she was attracted to me. Parts 2, 3, and 4, a sequel, are written. I am just editing them, now.

[Brutus 2,169]

@Dr.P Dialogue is tough to get right and easy to make sound artificial and forced, so I understand it taking a long time. It's hard to portray the nuance and tone you intend.

[Peefreak99 3,713]

You are a good writer keep it up