"Lisa:" "Going" on the Way to the Theater

[Dr.P 1,455]

"Lisa:" "Going" on the Way to the Theater

by Dr. P

"Lisa" (not her real name, of course) and I were together for several years in the late 1970's and early 1980's. We both enjoyed my fascination with her peeing styles and habits, which she freely shared with me, once she understood how much they turned me on. This is my recollection of one event which actually happened.

We often went out and spent entire evenings drinking and dancing, during which Lisa never used a ladies' room. She said they were filthy and she hated them, so we actually made a pact that she wouldn't use them when we were together. Instead, we tried to find a private spot in the parking lot or garage, where she would raise her skirt, spread her legs, and pee standing straight up. If we failed to find a location with sufficient privacy, we would return to the car, which we had parked in a carefully chosen location. She would then sit on the running board with the door open and pee a powerful stream onto the pavement, or into the dirt. I would always place myself in front of her, outside the car, on the passenger side, where I had the best view. In this position, I also protected her by blocking the view of anyone else, who might happen along while she was peeing. The hissing and splashing of her stream were extremely arousing to me, especially when she was wearing real stockings and a garter belt.

One of the more spectacular scenes I remember with her, using this peeing style, was on a short road trip, one evening. We had tickets to a play at a theater that was about a 40-minute drive from where we lived. So we met beforehand for drinks and snacks in our local area. We were both dressed well, and she was wearing a garter belt and real stockings, under a very pretty dress. We wanted to keep our pact, and I certainly wanted to see her pee in this outfit, so she didn't do it in the bar, before we left. We agreed that we would find a place on the way to the theater.

Traffic was heavier than expected, and I had a hard time finding an exit from the freeway where there would be some chance for privacy. She was fidgeting and getting more and more desperate, as I drove. She finally lifted her dress, pulled it out from under her bum and thighs, and gathered it around her waist, exposing her bare thighs above her stockings. I realized that in case she squirted or dribbled, her legs and panties might get wet, but her dress would stay dry. So she must have been more desperate than I had ever seen her before, planning damage control, in case her other efforts failed. She pressed her hands against her pussy, over her panties, which thankfully still looked dry, and crossed her legs, for added pressure to stop leaks. I sneaked a peek at her legs, and must have revealed my obvious admiration and excitement.

Finally, she told me that I absolutely MUST take the next exit, no matter what, because she couldn't hold her pee, any longer. I could see that she was very serious, and really was more desperate than I had ever seen her. I did take the next exit, and we were extremely lucky. The exit took us into a quiet, poorly lit residential neighborhood, with older houses, set back from the street, and quite a few trees. I stopped under a tree, where there was still some light from one of the street lights, so I would be able to see her pee.

She had her door open, her dress around her waist, and was sitting on the running board with her legs spread wide, before I could even get out of the car. When I got around to her side, she was already pissing a wild, wickedly gushing stream, onto the pavement. It was beautiful, hissing and spraying, splattering on the street, pretty much out of her control. There were a few sprinkles on her thighs, but her dress, stockings and shoes stayed dry. This went on for about a minute, until her stream slowed to a stop. I was there with the box of tissue to wipe her thighs and pussy. I would much rather have licked her, but there was no time for that. Besides, we didn't know anything about the neighborhood we were in, or whether we had been seen.

She looked at the huge puddle on the pavement, and said she couldn't believe that all of that had come out of her. We closed the car doors and got back on the freeway. We continued to marvel at how much she had peed, and how spectacular it looked, as it hissed and gushed out of her. She went into great detail, marveling at the size and power of her stream, and how forcefully it sprayed, telling me how desperate she had been, and how she would have wet herself and her beautiful dress really badly, if we hadn't stopped when we did. We remembered this incident, reminisced, and chuckled about it, for months afterward.

Dr.P

 

[Peefreak99 3,703]

I love this so hot but just a friendly advice next time mabye you can make the relief part longer and more intense since it's that that the entire story is leading to:)

[Dr.P 1,455]

Peefreak99 and spywareonya, Thanks for your kind words. Your point about the story is well taken, but this one is a documentary, or memoir, not a work of fiction. So I didn't think it would be honest to embellish it.

If I had written it as a fictional story, I would have set it differently, so the couple had more time, and a safe place to engage in additional activities, during and after the relief. This was a real-world story from another era, which had some advantages and disadvantages. If it happened today, we would probably have been caught on a surveillance camera, and both of us would be registered as sex offenders! lol. In the reality of the time, I really wanted to engage her further, like licking her "dry" after her relief, but we just did not have the time, and we had no idea where we were, in terms of observers, and possible legal issues.

[Dr.P 1,455]

Note to interested readers: I have just posted an alternate version of this memoir, as told by "Lisa," in the Fictional Pee Stories Section. The events are the same as those of the documentary, but it is fictional, in the sense that "Lisa" did not write it, I did. Hope you enjoy this version as much as the documentary.

If any of you lovely ladies read this version, I would appreciate your feedback on whether it could plausibly have been written by a woman.

Dr. P