"Diane:" A Very Intimate Conversation. Part 3

[Dr.P 1,455]

"Diane:" A Very Intimate Conversation
Part 3. "Wet" Friends and Lovers

By Dr. P

She was still standing, with her legs slightly open, straddling my face, loosely, after showing me, fully clothed in her athletic shorts, how she squatted to pee, in public Ladies' rooms. I was still sitting on the floor, looking up at her, with a close-up view of her lovely bare thighs. So I took off my glasses, wrapped my arms around her legs, hugging her affectionately, and began feather-kissing and tonguing her upper thighs very gently, as I held her close to me.

"Ooh! That's heavenly," she said, as she pulled my face close against her legs, and ground her pussy into my hard, bony nose, with a shudder, before relaxing, with a moan. She continued standing, holding my face between her thighs, for a few moments, then said,

"That was nice! You're so affectionate," and ruffled my hair, as she released my face, and I released her legs, so we wouldn't attract too much attention. Then she backed away a foot or two, in case anyone might be looking our way.

"Mmm... You smell so good," I said.

"Thanks. Glad you think so, but I'll tell you a little secret..."

She looked down at me, with a very warm smile, as our eyes met, then whispered to me,

"Part of what you smell may be my pee. I've been feeling like I have to go real bad, for a while, and I may have leaked a little, when your hand, or your face, was between my legs."

"Ooh! That's sexy! I love women who leak a little. That's incredibly sexy!"

"Why? I think it's very embarrassing, especially if someone else notices!"

"It smells sexy, and it's very intimate. You could be dribbling or squirting in your panties, while you're talking with me, and you could let me know, like you just did. That's very intimate, and an incredible turn-on, for me. I love your special fragrance! It's delicious, just like your skin."

"What do you mean, delicious, just like my skin? Do you think some of what I leaked ran down my legs?"

"Ooh, yumm! That would be even better!"

"Just kidding! I would have felt it, if it ran down my legs! And that would be even more embarrassing! You really hoped that was true, didn't you?"

"Yep, I sure did. I wanted to lick it off of your thighs." I winked and smiled up at her.

"So you really would enjoy having your face in my lap, while I'm peeing?"

"You better believe it!"

"Would you kiss my lips like you just kissed my legs?"

"Oh, you bet I would! I can't get enough of you!"

I looked up at her lovely legs again, and commented in a raspy voice,

"My god, you're beautiful, Diane. I would love to lick you from your ankles, all the way up."

"That sounds very sexy. I know I'd like that. And you'd take good care of my lips, too, right?" (Big, warm smile, a wink, and a chuckle.)

"I certainly would. That's a promise."

I got to my feet, and whispered in her ear,

"And I would love to pat your sore leg dry for you, or lick it dry, very gently, whenever it gets wet."

"I would love that! Any time!" she said, looking me straight in the eyes again, with a wicked smile.

"Just tell me when!" I said.

We began walking together, toward the walled stairway at one end of the semi-secluded corridor where we had been. She stopped, a few steps before we left the area, took my hand, put it between her upper thighs, drew me close to her, and whispered in my ear,

"We've been talking so much about going to the bathroom, and now I really have to go bad! I wish you could come with me right now, and help me, like you promised."

"Me too!"

With that, she pressed her legs together, and squeezed my hand tightly between her thighs, against her vulva, over her shorts, showing me that she really needed to pee, and wanted my hand to stay there, pressing against her.

"Ooh, I have to pissss... so bad! Keep your hand there, and help me hold it! I know it's going to hiss and spray! Sshshss!" She hissed through her teeth, chuckled, and winked at me, as she squeezed my hand even tighter, between her legs.

"Wish you could come with me. Maybe you'll get to lick some off of my legs, after all!" Then she gave me a big smile, and whispered,

"Too bad we're here, instead of at my house, where you really could come with me. But wait for me outside the Ladies' room. I'll come back and tell you all about it. You can imagine that you're with me, now that you know how I do it. In fact, now you'll be the only guy who knows how I do it, every time you see me going into the Ladies' room, here."

I answered, "That's an incredibly sexy picture. I'll keep it in mind."

She released my hand from between her legs, and started walking rapidly toward the Ladies' room, showing that her need really was urgent.

I waited for her outside the Ladies' room, as she requested. It seemed like she was in there for a long time, and when she came out, I whispered, "Did everything come out OK?"

"Not exactly. Let's go back where we can talk. I have a lot to tell you."

"But first, check out my legs for dribbles. I don't know if I got them all."

She turned around slowly, bent slightly forward, and spread her legs a little, to show me, and give me access to any stray drops on the backs or insides of her legs.

"Now there's an offer I cannot refuse, actually being invited to look at your legs."

"You've been doing that on your own, for a long time. You're pretty sneaky, but I noticed, and I knew you liked what you saw. (Wink and a grin) But this time, I need you to help me find any dribbles that I missed, on my legs, and wipe them off for me. I'd be really embarrassed if anybody else saw them," she said, as she offered me a piece of t.p., to wipe her legs with.

"Yeah, I see a few dribbles on your legs, inside, and in the back. Wish I could lick them off, for you. It's a shame to waste them. But spread your legs a little more, and I'll get them for you," I said.

She complied, spreading her legs a little more, a very sexy pose, like she could be peeing, standing up. I quickly wiped the backs of her calves and knees with my towel, catching the dribbles I had told her about, while ignoring her offer of t.p. I also ran my towel up the insides of her thighs, to her shorts, to catch any dribbles my eyes might have missed. We were in the somewhat secluded area, outside the Ladies' room, and I did all of this in a flash, so no one would notice.

"Thanks. But now, you'll have to wash your towel."

"No way! I'm saving it just like it is," I said, as I sniffed it, enthusiastically.

"You're terrible!" She said with a wink and a grin.

We walked back into the abandoned corridor, where she treated me to her pee report, standing close to me and looking into my eyes, the whole time:

"I really had to go bad; I wasn't kidding, when I told you that. So I squatted like I showed you, no problem there, and I started to spread my lips, like I usually do. When I touched them, I found out that they were already very wet, even before I started to go! I knew I might have leaked a little, when your face was between my legs, but I was way more wet than usual. Lucky it didn't soak all the way through my shorts!"

"I spread my lips, and it gushed, as soon as they were open, which was a surprise, so it did get my fingers wet, because I had held it so long. Then it hissed Sshshsss... and sprayed straight forward, but higher than usual, all the way to the front of the toilet, at first. It sprinkled a lot, when it finally weakened, and got my legs all wet. I wished I could sit down, to minimize the damage, but I didn't dare, because the seat was wet and dirty, even though it was up, and I didn't want to touch it. My sore spot got wet, and so did my legs, so I had to wipe them very carefully. That's why I was in there so long."

"I wish you could have been there to help me - with your gentle tongue on my sore spot, especially. (Big grin and wink.) The only time it gushes and sprays like that is when I am turned on, hot, and very wet, like when I have to go before having sex. But then I'm usually doing it sitting down, so my legs don't get so wet. So I guess peeing really is sexy for me, too. Just talking about it with you turned me on so much that I peed all over my legs!" (Big smile and another wink).

"I wish I could have been there to see all of that, and to help you clean up! That had to be incredibly sexy! I pictured you squatting, like you showed me, and that was very sexy, in itself. It would be even sexier, if I could watch your legs get wet, and then lick the dribbles from both your lips and your legs! "

She smiled warmly, and said, "You really are BAD! But I would love to have you do all of that, and be with me, whenever I go."

"I'll be with you, any time you want me there! Just let me know."

"Well I'd like your help with something in my house, if you wouldn't mind. And you never know what you might get to see, and do, while you're there. (Wink and smile.) My bathroom sink drain is leaking, and I've already bought the parts I need to fix it. But I've never done that before, and I'd appreciate it if you could come over, and show me what to do."

"I'd love to help you. When do you want me to come over?"

"In a couple of days. I'll call you or text you, if that's OK. Or we'll talk, when I see you here. I gave you my e-mail address. Here's my phone and street address." She handed me a card.

"That's perfect. Whatever works for you. I'll look forward to seeing you, and helping you."

Epilogue to Part 3

I doubt that this visit will ever happen in reality, unfortunately, at least not with this lady.

But fantasy is a whole other realm... Look for sequels, if you enjoyed this story. The first one has already been written, and there is a lot of peeing, watching, and licking, in it.

Our nearly erotic conversation, in the real world, unfortunately ended, on the day it could have started, in Part 1, rather than continuing, with invitations and plans, as I had hoped and fantasized, in Parts 2 and 3. Soon after that, she started avoiding me at the gym, and finally refused to talk to me at all, anymore. I know that I missed a great opportunity. I was reminded of how much I possibly missed, with her, when I saw her at the gym this past weekend, and didn't even dare to speak to her. It takes insight, courage, timing, and just plain good luck, to have an intimate conversation, or to initiate an intimate relationship, involving peeing. Encountering a willing partner, as I may have done, with her, or one who already shares my interests, also a possibility, is key.

Dr. P

 

[Brutus 2,110]

I want to see what happens at her house now!

But in reality, it's sad that she won't speak at all anymore, and the friendship completely died.

[Dr.P 1,455]

Brutus,

" I want to see what happens at her house now!"

Thanks for your interest. I am still editing and doing some minor re-phrasing on the happenings at her house, but plan on posting it very soon. I don't think that you will be disappointed. At least I hope not.

"But in reality, it's sad that she won't speak at all anymore, and the friendship completely died."

I really did see her at the gym, this past weekend, as I said in the epilogue. She has grown out and re-styled her hair, and is looking prettier than ever. I am thinking that I may simply comment on it, at some point, saying something like, "Hey "Diane," love your hair," just to see if I get a neutral response, or an angry tirade.

I had discussed my friendship with "Diane" with a totally Platonic woman friend, as it was happening. When I reported the fact that "Diane" had showed me the surgical scar from her hip replacement, she warned me that "Diane" had a serious interest in me, and I had better handle it carefully. I thought my friend was just being kind to me, and supporting my wishful fantasy of a romantic relationship with "Diane."

When the thigh chafing incident happened, and I mishandled it badly, my Platonic friend told me that I had totally blown it, hurt "Diane's" pride, and provoked the negative reaction which I had experienced from her. "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." To me, the sad part was the total misunderstanding between me and "Diane." Far from scorning her, I had a strong romantic and sexual attraction to her. I was just trying not to come on too strong, and offend her. "The best laid plans..."

[Brutus 2,110]

@Dr.P

Well you've already lost her, so that means you have nothing to lose by attempting to reestablish conversation. If she declines, no big deal since you've already hit rock bottom with her. I say go for it but make sure to be direct and don't worry too much about being too nice since you saw where that approach landed you. Just walk up and say you need to speak to her for just one minute and unless she's a head to toe bitch, she'll give you that much to state your case. Just explain that you were trying not to come on too strong and made her feel that you weren't interested, but now want her to know the whole truth, that you are very attracted and want to take her out. No more small talk about hair or anything, she probably would find that repulsive at this point. Just be honest, say you find her attractive and that you want to date. Then tell her if there's nothing left on her end, that you won't bother her ever again. But being direct and not beating around the bush anymore is your best shot.

I'm only 30, but have lost many opportunities because I was afraid to approach and some other guy that had the balls took a shot and got her, and I ceased to exist to her. So many times, women get tired of waiting for a man to ask her out, especially with so many other guys that are making moves on her. Every minute you don't go for it, another man is.