A Wet and Fun Lunch Hour with "Lisa"

[Dr.P 1,473]

Note: I had two real pee reports ready to post, when I lost my connection to the site, temporarily, thank goodness, last month. They involve my old girlfriend, "Lisa," who was the subject of "Lisa:" "Going" on the Way to the Theater," posted on 11 August, 2019. Some of these incidents may have been mentioned, in rambling bits and pieces about her, back in 2017. But I have gathered the details and rewritten them as short, coherent memoirs, here. This is the second one. Please bear in mind that these are factual reports or memoirs, not fictional stories, so they may not be written in the same style as my fictional posts.

A Wet and Fun Lunch Hour with "Lisa"
by Dr.P

After "Lisa" moved on to other jobs, we would still try to get together, in the daytime, as often as possible. We had done this when we worked together at the same facility, where I still worked, and it brought back pleasant memories. We would often bring our lunches, and simply meet at some agreed place and time. We would then usually get in her Cadillac, actually eat lunch, and then hug, kiss, and play with each other, until it was time to leave. There usually wasn't time or privacy to do more. Besides, we met often in the evening, for our real dates.

This particular Summer day, she suggested we meet at the construction site, where her "fantasy" incident had occurred, about a year earlier. I agreed, and we met. Turned out to be an excellent choice. By that time, all of the old buildings had been completely removed, tons of fill brought in, and graded. Construction access roads crisscrossed the filled area, but nobody seemed to be working there that day. We drove to a small rise, overlooking the ocean, and parked the two cars. We were surrounded by, empty, graded and compacted soil, for at least a half mile, on all sides, except the ocean side. Nearest houses about 3/4 mile away. I got out of my vehicle, and into hers, as usual, for lunch.

"My God, you look good!"

I said, as I looked into the car. Since she had important commitments that afternoon, she was already dressed for our date, that evening: White Summer blouse, short, multicolored straight skirt, bare legs, and moderate heels. She was sitting on the driver's side, back to the door, with her lovely legs stretched out on the seat of the car.

"And you feel even better",

I said, as I climbed into the car, and ran my hand up her legs, from ankle to thigh, under her skirt.

"Mmmm! Smooth!"

"Just shaved", she said, "I knew you'd like that!".

Big smile. Eyes sparkling. We kissed, long and hard. I couldn't resist running my hand up her skirt again

Then, she said,

"We better eat. We don't have all that much time."

She rotated her legs down off of the seat, and brought out our sandwiches, and our iced tea. We ate and talked about our date that night, where and when we would meet, etc. We already had a place to stay.

We finished eating and she suggested that we walk toward the ocean, to see if we could see the rocks and the waves, hundreds of feet below our location. We got out of the car, and walked, arm in arm, toward the remaining natural bluff, in the area, overlooking the ocean. We looked down, and sure enough, we could see the rocks and the waves. We turned around, and headed back toward the cars.

Suddenly, when we were about halfway back to the cars, she stopped.

"I have to go!" she said,

"Do you think it will be alright if I just do it here? It'll save me a lot of time!" Big smile.

"No better place," I said, with a huge grin.

Looking intently at me, she slowly hiked up her skirt, well above her hips, this time, just to be sure it didn't get in the way. As I had guessed, she wasn't wearing any panties. She stood, exactly as she had that moonlit night, more than a year and a half before, legs spread comfortably, feet about shoulder width apart, and started to pee her usual straight, well controlled stream. As usual, I dropped to my knees in front of her, for the best possible view, not caring about getting light brown dust on my dark pants. This time, there was a light sea breeze, swirling around her legs, and playing little tricks on her stream. Some drops and light spray got her legs just a little bit wet, as well as my face. I loved it.

She finished peeing, looked at her legs, and said, "Guess I should have brought something along to wipe with."

"What you mean, wipe, pretty lady?" I said, flashing her a really evil grin. (The only thing that frustrated me about her peeing styles was that she was always so neat and efficient. There was never anything left for me to lick!) Seeing my grin, she looked at me quizzically.

"You'll see," I said.

Still holding her skirt up around her waist, she walked quickly back to the car, with me close behind her.

I checked out the backs of her legs, as she walked in front of me. Only a few dribbles. I opened the car door, grabbed a piece of tissue from the box, and quickly wiped the backs of her legs.

"Thank you!" she said, looking down at her front, where a few drops clung to her short cropped pubic hairs, and another half dozen were running slowly down her inner thighs.

"What are you going to do about that?" she said, raising one leg so I could clearly see the drops on her thigh, and smiled wickedly.

In answer, I reached down, catching the backs of her knees with one arm, while I wrapped the other arm around her neck, picked her up, and placed her on the front seat of the car, with her legs facing outward, toward me. (I was a respectable weightlifter, at the time) Then, I started licking the insides of her legs, beginning at her ankles, and working quickly toward her dampened thighs, catching every drop I could find. She gasped, and giggled a little, as I reached her still wet pussy, just continuing my tongue bath. I sucked and licked her for only a few minutes, when she suddenly clasped her thighs around my face, and came, peeing a few more drops into my mouth. She relaxed, looked down at me, sighed, smiled, and said,

"You really liked that, didn't you? I mean, when my legs got wet!"

"Delicious!" was all I could manage, hoarse with passion.

Then she looked down at my pants, where a huge hardon was evident.

"We'll have to do something about that! Can't make you wait until tonight, when you just took such good care of me!"

She glanced at her watch.

"But it'll have to be quick, though, we only have a few minutes! "

She looked so smooth and beautiful, legs now stretched out on the front seat, skirt still above her waist, leaning against the opposite door.

I found my voice,

"How about if I just rub it on your legs, right here?" I rasped, as I slipped my pants down.

"You can do anything you want!" she said,

"How do you want me?" (She had never done this with me, before.)

In answer, I hugged her legs together, and pulled her toward me, on the car seat, so she was lying almost flat. She got the idea, pressing her thighs tight together. Then she said,

"Wait a minute!" Using two fingers, she spread her pussy lips, with her legs still tight together, concentrated, and said,

"I hope I have some left".

Sure enough, she sprayed a dozen drops of fresh pee on her upper thighs.

"Now come here and do what you wanted to do."

I rubbed my cock on the smooth skin of her lovely thighs, freshly wet with her warm pee. The feeling was indescribable! I came, in an absolutely mind blowing orgasm, after about ten strokes. I caught my breath, and we used about half a box of tissue to wipe the cum and pee from her thighs. Luckily, her skirt and blouse were completely dry, and almost unwrinkled (This was the age of permanent press.) We rearranged our clothes, kissed, and drove off to our respective appointments. When we met for our date that night, we talked and marveled at our incredible lunch hour.

Dr. P

 

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What an amazing lunch break lol