"Diane:" A Very Intimate Conversation. Part 2.

[Dr.P 1,473]

"Diane:" A Very Intimate Conversation
Part 2. Sharing Intimate Secrets

By Dr.P

After promising to show me her peeing style, right there, in the unused corridor, at the gym, while fully dressed in her gym clothes, "Diane" looked around, to make sure that no one else was near us, or watching us. Although she had been standing while she talked, she sat down on the end of the athletic bench, using it as a substitute for a toilet, for her demonstration, spreading her legs, until her knees were more than a foot apart.

"See, this is how I have to do it now, with that sore spot on my leg," she said, knowing that she had my undivided attention. "Do you think this is sexy?"

"Oh, my god, yes!"

"Why is it sexy? Is it because my legs are open so wide, so you would be able to see everything, if I pulled my shorts and panties down to my ankles, like I have to, when I actually go?"

"Yeah, that's part of it. I would also be able to see how it comes out and where it goes, after it comes out, which is the most interesting part, to me. Do your legs stay dry, when you do it like this?"

"Usually. That's why I do it this way. It's hard for me, to begin with, because my pee comes out so high and straight forward. It's a real hassle. I have to pull my pants all the way down to my ankles, as I said, instead of just to here, so I can spread my legs far enough apart," she said, indicating a point on her legs, just above her knees, where she usually stopped lowering her pants.

I was speechless, for a minute, continuing to stare at her beautiful legs, imagining her sitting on a toilet, with them spread so far apart, as they were at that moment.

She continued,

"But sometimes, when I have to go really bad, it sprays, and my leg gets wet, anyway, and it really stings. I have to pat it dry, very gently, when that happens. See, this is where it gets wet," she said, as she pulled her shorts aside again, while sitting down, with her legs wide open, and touched her upper, inner thigh, near her injury.

Encouraged by her open, extremely intimate revelation, and now convinced that her interest in me was a lot more than Platonic, I decided to push my luck. I was intrigued by her demonstration, while telling her story, so I asked,

"When you don't have a sore spot on your leg, do you usually sit down or squat, when you go?"

"I usually like to sit down and relax, when I'm at home, or in a clean bathroom. It can be a very welcome relief, if I've been holding it for a while. I only squat in public bathrooms, when they are very dirty, like here."

"When you sit down, do you usually spread your legs, or keep them together?"

"I usually don't pay much attention. I almost never do it with my legs together, like this, because it comes out frontward, instead of going down, like it does for a lot of other women, and the gap between my thighs is small, so they get wet. I have to bend way forward, like this, to keep them dry, which is uncomfortable."

Still sitting on the bench, as she spoke, she pressed her thighs tightly together, as she described her pose, and then bent quite far forward at her hips.

"That's still very sexy. Your thighs are very lovely, when you press them together, like that. You look so pretty, so modest and innocent. But you say that you're not a "together" lady," because your legs would get wet. I love your small thigh gap, and I think it's very sexy."

"Thanks. I'm surprised you like it, because you wouldn't be able to see anything between my legs, if I was actually doing it, and you wanted to watch me. What's a "together" lady?"

"You shouldn't be surprised. You're very pretty and sexy, in any pose. I call a woman who pees with her legs together, a "together" lady. "Together" ladies are often compulsive about keeping their legs together, inner thighs touching, when they are sitting anywhere, especially when they are wearing a skirt or dress. I find that is often a good way to spot them, when I am guessing at peeing styles."

"I usually don't spread my legs wide open, like I showed you, either, because it's uncomfortable, and too much of a hassle with my clothes. I don't like to pull my pants all the way down. I like to keep them above my knees, like I showed you, to keep them off of the dirty bathroom floors."

Then she leaned back a little, got comfortable, and allowed her thigh muscles to relax, leaving a couple of inches of space between her upper thighs, a little more between her knees.

"This is how I usually sit, when I do it at home. I only open my legs as far as my pants will let them go, and that's usually enough to keep them dry, because my stream usually comes out straight, between them. Do you think this is sexy?"

"Oh yes! Very lovely! That's pretty much how I imagined you would do it. But don't your legs get wet, sometimes, if your stream moves or sprays? There's not much space between your legs, as you said."

"Are you sure you haven't been watching me pee? How do you know so much about me?" She winked and smiled, "Yes, my legs sometimes catch a few drops, but I just wipe them off with t.p. The only problem is that chafed spot, which usually gets some spray, or a few dribbles, when I do it my normal way. I usually just wipe it, when I wipe my lips, but that hurts, now, so I try to keep it dry."

"I've watched how you sit on the weight machines, here, and I guessed that you would sit on a toilet the same way, because it's comfortable for you. When I am attracted to a woman, I usually try to guess how she pees, from watching how she sits, normally. I always thought you were an "open" lady, because you sit with your legs a little bit apart, and you seem comfortable, with that. You don't seem to have a compulsion to squeeze them together, for the sake of modesty. And no, I haven't been watching you pee, in the bathroom, but I have been watching how you sit, out here. I'm very interested in you, Diane, and you're very attractive." I looked at her affectionately, and smiled.

"I'm surprised that you're so interested in me, and attracted to me. You don't show it much, except when you look at my legs, but I'm glad."

"I'm sorry I haven't been more open with you, about my attraction to you, Diane. I tried not to show it too much, because I thought you wanted a "safe" older guy, just to talk with, and I didn't want you to feel pressured, or uncomfortable."

"I don't feel pressured with you, at all! I'm very comfortable with you! I've been wondering how you felt about me for a long time, and I'm glad you like me." Big, warm smile.

"You better believe I like you, very, very much!"

I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, hugged her, and kissed her on the cheek. She turned toward me, and returned my hug, squeezing one of my legs between her smooth bare thighs, while still sitting on the bench, and kissed me briefly on the lips. I kissed her back, on her lips.

"What's an "open" lady?" she asked, looking into my eyes, while our arms were still entwined.

"A woman who pees with her legs spread, apart, or "open," instead of together. To me, that also includes women who usually squat, or even stand, when they do it."

"What if my knees were apart, or "open," but my thighs were together, so you couldn't see anything, - like this?"

She raised herself off of the bench, squeezed her upper thighs together, with her hands, and sat back down, keeping her knees a couple of inches apart, but holding her upper thighs tight together, where her hands had put them. "Would you call me an "open" or "together" lady, if I did it like this? Do you think it's sexy?"

"I'd say you were a "naturally discreet" lady, if I saw you do it like that. To me, it's sexy in a teasing way, because it makes me wonder what's going on between your upper thighs. How is your pee coming out, between your legs? And are your legs getting wet, because of your modesty?"

"I think they would, for me, because mine comes out so high, and frontward, but I've never done it that way, so I don't know. I've seen some other women doing it like that, and I wondered if their legs got wet."

"You're very modest here, at the gym, though. You always cover your legs with a towel, when you're sitting on a machine."

She laughed. "I'm not being modest! I don't care who looks at my legs, while I'm working out. I just use the towel to protect my legs from the dirty machines and the sweat."

"You look very sweet and modest, like you're wearing a short skirt, and trying to avoid showing too much of your beautiful legs. If I was in the bathroom with you, I'd love to put my face in your lap, where you put that towel, for a closer look!"

"What about the smell? Wouldn't that bother you, or turn you off? You'd be very close to where it comes out, and it could be pretty strong."

"Not from you! You're healthy, and I'll bet your pee smells very sexy, from all of the pheromones in it. I would be inhaling your special perfume," I said, with a big smile, and a wink.

"Where would you put your face? On my legs?"

"Yes, probably about mid-thigh, just above your knees. I'd pull your pants further down, below your knees, and I'd love to kiss your thighs while you do it."

"Ooh! That sounds very affectionate, and SO intimate."

"Too intimate for you?"

"No. Not as long as you would like it. Show me where you'd like to kiss my legs."

I knelt down on the floor, in front of her. She was sitting on the bench, in her relaxed, "open" lady pose, again. She stretched out her hands, took mine, and placed them on her thighs, just above her knees. I must have appeared hesitant, again, so she said,

"It's OK! I told you that you can touch my legs! Show me where you'd like to kiss them, while I'm peeing."

"Are you sure it's OK with you?"

"Yes, but do it quickly, so no one sees us!"

So I reached down and caressed her calves, very affectionately and discreetly, under the cover of the bench, and rested my chin on her thighs, about midway between her knees and her body, but closer to her knees, to show her where I would be watching her from, and kissing her thighs. I looked at her thighs, kissed them very briefly, looked up at her eyes, then backed off immediately, so no one would be wise to what we were doing.

With a warm smile, she said,

"Your beard tickles my legs! You'd have a good view, but you'd have to be very alert, if you had your face right there on my legs, while I was doing it. Sometimes it comes out higher than usual, or it can spray, and your face might get wet. It usually hisses when it sprays, though, so you would have some warning. It might fog up your glasses, so you couldn't see. What would you do if that happened?"

"If my eyes were that close to you, I wouldn't need my glasses. I see very well without them, at that distance. One of the benefits of cataract surgery."

I took off my glasses to demonstrate, looking down at her legs, and up at her eyes, again.

"And I'd just enjoy licking your dribbles from my lips and beard, and from your legs, because they would be wet, too."

She smiled, "Yes, they do get wet, when that happens. Would you really do that for me? I'd like all of that, having you take such good care of me. So you wouldn't mind if your face got wet with my pee? Are you sure about that?"

"Absolutely! And I would love to hear your hiss! It's a very feminine thing, and I think it could be incredibly sexy."

"Sshshsss..." she hissed, with a big grin, through her clenched teeth. It was slightly melodious, and sounded very real, to me.

"That's how my hiss sounds, when I piss. But I don't think it's sexy. To me, it means it might be spraying, and getting me all wet."

"Ooh, I love your hiss! It sounds so real, and very sexy! And by the way, I love to hear you say the word, "piss."

"Why? Because it rhymes with "hiss"? She laughed, and I chuckled.

"Yeah, it sure does, and I think that's it. Now that you've told me that you hiss when you piss, it sounds intimate and sexy to hear you say you have to piss. It sounds like you are giving me very intimate, personal information, about how it sounds when you do it."

"I hadn't thought of it that way, but it does make sense, and I'll keep that in mind. Does that turn you on?"

"Yep."

"I used to say "piss" a lot, when I lived in the Midwest, where everybody said it, but I noticed that most women out here, in California, say "pee," or "go," or some other, more silly euphemisms, like "go potty," "go to the little girls' room," or "run to the restroom," most of the time. I didn't want to offend anybody, so I started saying "pee," or "go," too."

"But OK, just for you, Piss, piss, piss... I have to PISS really bad! I hiss when I PISS.... Sshshsss..." She chuckled at what she had said, and we both laughed together.

She opened her legs slightly to show me her inner thighs, a few inches below her shorts, and said,

"This is where my legs usually get wet, if it sprays, so your face would be in the right place, if you wanted to watch me pee, while you were kissing me. But my legs might get wet, while you're kissing them, if it sprays, or comes out higher than usual. What would you do, if that happened?"

"I'd lick all of the drips off of your legs, if you would spread them a little wider, like you have them now, so I could reach all of the dribbles with my tongue. Would you do that for me?"

"You bet I would!"

She stroked her upper, inner thighs, in the places she had told me they might get wet, including the little hollows of her small thigh gap. I reached out, took her hands in mine, and stroked her thighs with her, since she had told me that I could touch her legs. Her skin was silky smooth, and I didn't want to stop.

She seemed to be enjoying my caresses. She got a wicked look on her face, sort of a half smile and wink, and asked, "Would you like to lick my lips for me, too? They always get wet when I go, and have some dribbles left on them, afterward, no matter how I do it, or whether it sprays, or not, even if my legs don't get wet."

"Of course I would! The pleasure would be all mine! Yumm!"

I caressed her lovely thighs for a few more seconds, then I reluctantly removed my hands from her legs, and listened attentively, as she continued telling me how she peed, in public bathrooms.

"Of course I have to squat in places like this, because they are so filthy. These women piss all over the seats and don't wipe them. I'm always afraid I'll get an infection or something, if I touch them. I can't squat low, Asian style, on these Western toilets, and since I'm so short, I have to squat really high, almost standing up, so my legs don't touch the seats, or toilets, when I go. And I have to pull my pants down below my knees, so I can spread my legs far enough apart, to try to keep them from getting wet."

"Make sure nobody is around, or watching us, right now. I want to show you how I do it, but I don't want anybody else but you, to see me. It would be obvious to anyone watching us, and I would be really embarrassed."

"I don't think you have too much to worry about. You're a girl doing squats over a bench, while I sit on the floor, in front of you. Very common thing, here. Nothing to be embarrassed about."

"My squat isn't like any exercise squat you've ever seen, as I'll show you. There is only one thing that a woman does in this kind of squat, and that is to pee."

I looked over my shoulder, and around, at the rest of the gym, and saw that nobody was anywhere near us, or paying any attention to us. Fortunately, the bench we were using was on the darker side of the corridor, near one of the walls, so we could not be easily seen from the main gym. So I reassured her,

"There's nobody nearby, and nobody paying any attention to us. Go for it."

With that, she stood up quickly, straddled the bench, her make-believe toilet, standing up, with her legs spread. Then she rotated her feet and legs outward, almost 45 degrees, and bent her knees in a quarter squat, which spread her thighs quite wide apart, and thrust her pelvis forward, while she was still very high above the bench, (or toilet, in a bathroom). For added effect, she placed two fingers over her pussy, outside her shorts, as if she was spreading her lips, and then hissed, "Sshshsss..." through her teeth. Sitting on the floor in front of her, I had a perfect view of the whole scene, as if we were in a bathroom together.

"This is how I do it, in the Ladies' room, here," she said. "Do you think this is sexy?"

"Oh my god, that's the most feminine, and most incredibly sexy pee squat, I have ever seen! Not at all like any exercise squat, as you said. I love the way you turn your legs out, and spread them so wide apart. That is just over-the-top sexy! I love your fingers and your hiss, too! I'd love to watch you actually do it that way. How did you learn to do that?"

"I've always had to do it this way, to make sure it goes forward, like it normally does, when I'm sitting down, and so it doesn't run down my legs, or go sideways, and get them wet. As long as it doesn't spray too much, my legs don't get wet, so I learned to do it this way. Right after my surgery, my hip was too stiff, and I couldn't turn my legs far enough outward to do it like this.So I just had to hold it, until I got home. That was very uncomfortable. This is only the second time I've tried it, since my surgery. I'm glad I can do it again, now. Why do you think it's so incredibly sexy?"

"Because you look so open and vulnerable, yet almost wanton, showing how far forward you can pee. I would love to see how it comes out, and where it goes. Does it usually spray when you do it this way? Do you hold your lips open with your fingers, while you're doing it?"

"I have an advantage, when I squat, because mine tends to go forward, when it comes out. But sometimes it sprays, and my legs get wet, when I do it this way, especially if I have to go bad. That's why I hate public bathrooms. I spread my lips before I start, because that seems to help prevent spraying, but I don't hold them open while I'm doing it, because that seems to make it spray more. And I don't like to get my fingers wet."

With that, she moved forward from the bench, toward me, and stood up straight, with her thighs very close to my face, looking down at me, with her legs comfortably open. Then she squatted slightly, and straddled my upturned face, rather than the bench, as I sat on the floor. She looked down at me, locked eyes with me, and said,

"Was that sexy enough for you?" as she squeezed my face between her thighs, for a few seconds, then released me, and remained standing in the same place.

"Oh my god, yes!"

[mickymoist 3,513]

@Dr.P very nice! Loving this

[Brutus 2,205]

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