"Melissa" Part 1

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"Melissa" Part 1.

Notes: This is another of my memoirs, true stories from my past, several of which I posted on Pee Fans Real Encounters & Experiences, in mid 2017. I also posted some directly related stories in the Fictional Pee Stories section, a little more recently. This is a long, but eventful story, which naturally took place in three episodes, so I am posting it in three parts, of which this is the first. It is all true, to the best of my recollection, which is fairly accurate. It traces the evolution of a relationship, and the attitudes of two people toward our fetish, over more than a decade.

I had originally used the name "Michelle," when I referred to this lady in some posts, here. But I am now aware that "Michelle" has been used by another writer, for a character in a fictional story. So, to avoid confusion, I have renamed this lady "Melissa." Although the events in this memoir are true, both names of this lady are fictitious, and not related to other ladies, real or fictitious.

"Melissa" is very different from my other gf's, "Ellie," "Jeanie," and "Lisa," described in my posts of 2017, in her attitudes, background, and behavior. These differences will become clear, as the story unfolds.

"Melissa" Part 1: A Very Slow Beginning
by Dr. P

At about the time when "Lisa" and I were in the process of breaking up, I met another lovely lady, whom I will call "Melissa" (again, not her real name, of course). She is a sweet, petite, slender, dark-haired lady, raised in the deep South of the US, by a relatively conservative, "prim and proper" family. We were introduced by a mutual friend.

Our friend set us up, unbeknownst to either of us. She just insisted that we both come to her place for dinner on a Saturday night. When we met at her apartment and looked into each other's eyes, it was love (lust?) at first sight. We ended up sleeping together, fully clothed, on our friend's couch, wrapped in each other's arms all that first night, while our friend retired to her bedroom. Our bodies fit perfectly together, even fully clothed, and we felt a powerful attraction to one another. After a couple of dinner dates, we actually made love for the first time on that same couch, since her adult son was living with her at the time, and she was understandably uncomfortable with either bringing me home, or going to my place. We eventually worked around her son's schedule, and established a regular and mutually satisfying sexual relationship, which became exclusive, when "Lisa" and I stopped seeing each other regularly.

When I met her, she was relatively thin, but had beautiful legs and impressive breasts. She thought her legs were too thin, but was quite proud of her full upper thighs and the complete lack of space between them, the "thigh gap," when standing or sitting, which she showed me, wearing a bathing suit, soon after we met. She was right. She did not have the small triangular space, or "thigh gap" between her uppermost inner thighs, which many women show, when standing with their legs together. I have read recently that it is considered to be a necessary attribute for beauty, in today's world.

I personally find that little, triangular gap at the tops of women's thighs extremely sexy, since it often gets wet, almost as often as their lips do, when they pee. Unlike their lips, this thigh gap is often totally visible when they wear panties, bathing suits, or even the very short shorts which are fortunately popular, at times. It's a real turn-on for me to look at a woman in public, in a casual, open social situation, and realize that I'm seeing a part of her which may get wet, when she pees! I can picture the lovely little drops on her skin.

So with my interests, I immediately had an evil thought about "Melissa" (which I did not express!), that her full upper thighs might have some influence on her peeing styles. I told her I loved her legs, and thought they were very beautiful, as I caressed them, and even dared to kiss them. She was very pleased. It turned out that I was probably right. Read on to find out all about her peeing styles!

Her vulva is set relatively high in the front, almost a girlish slit, with thin, slightly separated outer lips, no protrusion of her inner lips at all, and naturally extremely sparse pubic hair, looking like she shaves or waxes it, but I know she does not. Very lovely. She has since put on a little weight, but is still very attractive, some 35 years after we met. She is of Irish and Native American extraction, about 6 years older than I, and has spent most of her adult life in California.

Sex with her was good, but she was not nearly as uninhibited as "Lisa," eventually became. "Melissa" was constantly worrying about whether the neighbors could hear us, or if her son might come home, unexpectedly. Under these circumstances, she was extremely shy about peeing in my presence. She always closed and locked the bathroom door and even ran tap water while she peed, to cover her peeing sounds! I had heard that some women did this, but I had never known one, at that point in my life. This intense pee shyness drove me insane with curiosity and desire.

Her extreme reticence came as a shock to me after my wet year with "Jeanie" and 3 wet and wild years with "Lisa." It shouldn't have surprised me, given her background. To me, she was a stereotypical "Southern Lady," very uncomfortable and reluctant to talk about sex, but not at all afraid of engaging in it, under her rules. She said she would take good care of me, but she didn't want me "crossing her up with some other female." I began to feel increasingly frustrated and trapped.

From her apparent attitude toward peeing, I knew that I didn't dare ask if everything came out OK, or offer to "help" her when she went to pee, as I had with "Lisa" and others. I tried hinting, in a joking manner, about what a "pervert" I was. She said she was not into "whips and chains" but felt she could handle just about anything else. I assured her that I was not into pain or bondage, in any form. She didn't ask what else I had in mind, and I was afraid to tell her, at that point.

About 11 months after we started seeing each other, she decided to move from the L.A. Basin to the high desert, about 80 miles away. This was to be a turning point in our relationship, since we would be separated by a significant distance and commuting time. My job kept me in L.A. She felt the move was necessary, since her son was heavily into the drug scene in L.A., and she hoped her brothers, his uncles, could straighten him out, up there. (She was divorced from his father, her first husband.)

Although we loved each other, our relationship had had some tensions, due mainly to my sexual frustrations. We set aside a whole Saturday to talk about our relationship and our options, at this point. I knew I had to "speak now, or forever hold my peace" concerning peeing and wet sex. I finally brought up the subject, very hesitantly, and with great trepidation, considering that we weren't strangers, having slept together for almost a year.

She took it very well, much better than I expected. She didn't seem offended or angry at my desire to invade her privacy, or disgusted or nauseated at what I wanted, at all. I explained that sharing the bathroom meant true intimacy to me, and that I wanted to remove all barriers between us, since we were committing to a longer-term relationship. Without promising anything, she said this would "take a little getting used to," since she had never peed in the presence of a man, in any relationship, all her life, even when she was married. But eventually, she thought she could consider it. She asked me to be patient, and I promised that I would.

So she moved, and I went to see her. Her son's presence was less of a problem than previously, since he spent a lot of time at his uncle's place, or with new friends he made up there. So we often had quiet, romantic dinners at her place, alone. Occasionally, I gently reminded her about what we came to call "my fantasy", without being too pushy, I thought, at the time. She continued to ask for patience.

One night, when we had already undressed for bed, and were both totally nude, we were talking about it. She said she didn't know why it was such a big deal for me, since I wouldn't be able to see anything, anyway. (If that was really true, I wondered why it was such a big deal for her. But I didn't say that.) She said, "I just sit down. You've seen me without any clothes on for more than a year. Oh, all right. Come on, I have to "go" right now!"

Talk about an adrenaline rush! Immediately, my mouth went dry, my heart started racing, and my hands were shaking, as I followed her to the bathroom. It was small, so I knelt in the doorway, with the door wide open, looking at her from her left side and front. She was turned slightly toward me on the toilet, with her legs pressed tightly together, pretty much as I had expected, as I wondered and fantasized about her peeing style for more than a year. In addition to her pee shyness, I had noticed that she always sat in a lady-like fashion, with her thighs together, on the rare occasions when she wore a skirt. So I was not too surprised.

But her style was not exactly what I had anticipated, this very first time. Her "just sitting down" was a big understatement, to say the least. It was a pose, beautiful, extremely feminine, sexy, and erotic, yet very discreet. I think she may have put quite a bit of thought into planning for this first time, and I was delighted.

She sat with her full upper thighs that she had bragged about, on the front edge of the toilet seat, so that the front of the seat naturally squeezed her inner thighs together, hiding her pussy and stream effectively. That way, she didn't have to exert a lot of strength to keep her thighs together. Her knees were actually slightly parted, her thighs scissored, so one knee was slightly higher than the other. Because she was so far forward on the seat, and bending slightly forward at the hips, she was also a little higher than the seat, with her butt barely touching it, almost as if she was squatting, so her stream would tend to go toward her rear, which she must have hoped would keep her legs dry. That didn't work out as well as she had hoped, but I liked the results, when I saw them, a little later.

She sat in this graceful pose, and began to pee, with a tinkle and a slight hiss. No gushing, stopping, or re-starting. She continued to pee until it slowed to a trickle and a few dribbles at the end. She was right. I couldn't see anything of interest to me, because her lovely upper thighs were pressed modestly together, hiding her pussy and stream very well, but I was still thrilled to be there! Her look and sound were very sexy, and her pee smelled delicious.

She finally finished and opened her legs, letting me see that her upper, inner thighs were wet from being pressed so close together while she peed, as I had guessed, since she didn't have a thigh gap. Her legs weren't as wet as I had thought they would be, though. She didn't seem at all shy about letting me see the pee dribbles on her legs and pussy, which surprised me a little, since she wouldn't let me watch her pee come out. She had folded and readied some toilet paper, while she peed, but I begged her not to use it, because I wanted to lick her dry.

She looked at me quizzically, but indulged me, standing up, and bringing the paper with her to the bedroom. She only dabbed at and wiped a dribble running down the inside of her left thigh, which had already reached the back of her knee, while we were in the bathroom. We went back to the bedroom and I laid her down and began licking her thighs and pussy, first "drying" her, by licking her pee dribbles away, as promised, and then bringing her to a massive orgasm with my tongue. I had been doing this for several months, and knew she liked my "moustache rides" the best, much more than conventional sex. She felt very well rewarded, as did I.

After crossing this barrier, it was relatively easy to get repeat performances. She understood and accepted that I wanted to share the bathroom with her quite often. She always pressed her knees and thighs tightly together, using slightly different positions than she had, that first time. I thought she looked very sexy, sitting there with her skirt all the way up, exposing her smooth, bare thighs, pressed close together. I was always on my knees, in front of her, and I often kissed her lovely thighs, and buried my face in them, while she was peeing. I loved the fragrance of her pee, that I took in, with my nose between her thighs.

Although she was shy about letting me see her pee come out, she wasn't shy at all about wiping, while I watched. As soon as the last drop had tinkled in the toilet, she would immediately spread her legs wide, and begin wiping from the front. In doing this, she actually gave me some of the intimacy I craved, by letting me see what parts of her body got wet, when she peed. That was extremely intimate, and a big turn-on, for me, yet it didn't seem to bother her, at all. I got the idea of doing the wiping for her, and offered. She accepted, very readily, and seemed to like having me do it for her. She would hand me the toilet paper, open her legs for me, and let me do it all, telling me if I missed any dribbles. I could also save myself some drops to lick from her slit, if I wanted to, which I always did.

I still wanted to actually see how her pee came out of her pussy. I first tried gently grasping her knees, trying to pull them apart, but she resisted and I didn't want to make her angry, so I gave up on that. Next, I tried hugging her thighs, burying my face in her lap and trying to look between them, but she would not open them at all, and their fullness prevented me from seeing anything. The smell and sound was delicious, though.

Finally, I encircled her with my arms, before she could sit all the way down, putting my arms on the toilet seat, under her thighs and bum. My face was again in her lap. This worked! By rotating my forearms outward slightly, I could spread her thighs about a quarter to a half inch apart and see, hear, and smell everything, especially her stream! She allowed this, with no resistance. In fact, she was amused, and laughed one time when I did this on a cool, crisp fall night, saying that the steam from her hot pee would fog up my glasses! She was almost right, and her aroma was especially delicious, that evening. Eventually, she got to a point where she would sometimes pee with her thighs slightly separated, when I was in the bathroom with her.

I saw that her stream is round, smooth, and small in diameter, compared to Lisa's, but forceful and well controlled, directed forward and downward, at an angle of less than 45 degrees to the horizontal, when she is sitting down. It usually comes out midway between her thighs, and seldom wets them directly, unless they are squeezed too close together, either voluntarily, or by pantyhose that have not been slipped down far enough. Her stream emits a slight hiss, and may spray unpredictably from between her lips, when she has a very full bladder, or is nervous. Her neat little stream sometimes deviates from center, and wets her left thigh. The first time I saw this happen, I said, "God, that's sexy!"

"You always ask me if my legs get wet, so I thought I'd let you see for yourself," she replied with a smile, very relaxed. She hadn't moved or made adjustments, allowing her stream to continue wetting her leg, while I watched, until it weakened, and went down into the toilet, midway between her legs. Her relaxed attitude, just letting it happen, was a super turn-on for me, and I told her so,

"Thanks for letting me watch."

When she finished peeing, she gave me a sly grin and said, "So you think it's sexy when my legs get wet?"

"Oh Yeah!" I replied.

"You really are weird!" she said with a smile and a wink. "I don't think it's sexy, at all! It's just messy, and a nuisance. It gives me one more place to wipe, so my panties and hose don't get wet, when I pull them back up."

"I'll be more than happy to take care of all of that for you," I said, as I gently moved her leg sideways, and licked the pee drops from her inner thigh.

"Be sure to get the back of my leg, too," she said, as she raised it off of the seat, and handed me a piece of toilet paper. "I hate it when it runs down the backs of my legs."

I was surprised to see that the back of her leg was in fact quite wet with pee dribbles, and I wiped it for her, as she asked. Then I got her to stand up, and turn her back to me. I found a few more dribbles on her cute little bum, and licked them off for her.

Years after this awkward initial phase, when she became comfortable with me watching, she confided that she actually liked to open her legs a little when she peed alone, to keep them dry, and she hated peeing while wearing pantyhose, because they squeezed her legs so close together that they usually got wet, unless she took the time to slip her hose down, well below her knees, so she could spread her legs further apart. She said she was usually in such a hurry, and had to pee so bad, that she didn't have time to do this.

Crossing the pee barrier improved our whole relationship immensely, for both of us. After many months, maybe a year or more, she began to resist less and less, simply letting me see as much as I wanted, knowing she would be well rewarded. She began regarding "my fantasy" with amused tolerance. Although it didn't do anything for her directly, she enjoyed the effects on me, putting me in a good mood nearly all the time, even helping me tolerate the long commute from L.A., once or twice a week, without complaining too much. With time and gentle persuasion, she became quite liberated and imaginative, in this area.

Although she eventually became very accustomed to my presence in the bathroom with her, she was reluctant to let me know when she had to "go." This had some strange consequences, at times. One evening, when I went to her place for dinner, she welcomed me at the door, wearing a very short nightgown, and little else, showing a lot of her smooth, bare legs. She normally wore a knee-length skirt or dress and pantyhose, or real stockings and a garter belt, on rare occasion, when we had dinner at home. She usually only wore this nightie in the mornings, when I was about to leave. I loved this outfit, and complimented her, because it showed her very lovely legs, almost all the way up. It also had a great advantage, from my point of view, if she were to pee, because there was no clothing to get in the way of my view.

I had only been in her home for about a half hour that evening, having a glass of wine and talking with her, when she disappeared for a few minutes, without comment. She came back very upset and tearful, because I had not followed her to the bathroom!

"Am I so old and unattractive that you don't want anything to do with me anymore?" I was extremely disappointed that I had missed an excellent opportunity to watch her pee, especially in that abbreviated outfit, early in the evening. Needless to say, I never let that happen again.

She developed a cute trick for public situations, when we were out together, but she had to go to the bathroom alone. She would simply bring me the freshly wet toilet paper from her wiping, secreted in the palm of her hand, as a "souvenir," when returning to me. She passed it to me by simply grasping my hand, briefly, and passing it to me. She did this three times at her mother's house one night, with no one catching on! She also showed me how she can pull the crotch of a bathing suit, "teddy", or other such garment aside, and pee quite neatly, without being forced to undress completely.

Public restrooms are a bad experience for "Melissa," as they are for many women. She usually prefers to use paper seat covers, if available, and sit in her usual fashion, with her legs relatively close together, for modesty and privacy, I assume. If seat covers are unavailable, or the place is really filthy, she will resort to squatting or hovering very low over the seat, with her legs spread only a couple of inches apart, panties at mid thigh. Pantyhose make this more difficult, unless she slips them down, below her knees. When I asked her to describe her style in public Ladies' rooms, before she let me see it, she said, "I just don't quite sit down." She usually has excellent control over her main stream, which sprays straight forward and down in this position, but a secondary trickle from her vulva may wet her upper thigh or bum, usually on her left side.

After repeated requests, she finally showed me how she does this, when she needs to. Her verbal description was quite accurate. She squats very low over the seat, and does not spread her legs very much, keeping her thighs only about one to two inches apart, as she does when sitting, so they can easily get wet. I was surprised to see that she doesn't spread her legs when she squats, so she looks just as demure as she does, when she sits to pee.But it can be quite erotic to watch, especially when she is wearing a garter belt, stockings and panties. Since she does not spread her legs, her piss comes out in a flat stream from between her compressed pussy lips, which is uniquely feminine, and very sexy. She has occasionally rewarded me with a repeat of this demonstration, when she was in a good mood, and I asked nicely.

When she was in a particularly sexy mood, she tried to pee in my mouth while I was eating her pussy, giving her a "mustache ride," as she calls it. But she just couldn't do it, no matter how much I encouraged her, or how hard she tried. One night, I was licking her pussy, and she warned me that she was about to "go" in my mouth, if I kept on licking her in the exact spot where my tongue happened to be. I kept on licking that spot, but nothing happened. I came up for air, for a few seconds, and said, "Promises, promises!" and we both laughed.

Our relationship endured, under these circumstances, for about 7 years. Then, we had some problems, unrelated to sex or peeing. She met someone, broke up with me abruptly, and married him, something she had pressured me to do, for many years. I was both devastated, and relieved. The weekly commute had became too much, but I really hated losing her, knowing how hard it would be to replace her in my life.

Dr. P