Rebecca 02

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“Rebecca speaking.”

Silence.

“Hello? ……………. ”

Silence.

“Anyone there? ……………… ”

I was about to hang up when he spoke.

“Yes I remember.”

I jumped in quickly, my heart began to race almost instantly. It was him, at last, after I had quite given up & thought I would never hear from him again, after all it had been 8 weeks.

“That’s okay.”

I was swift with my reply again eager to find out what he wanted.

“Yes. ……………………… If you like. …………… It’s up to you, it was your idea. …………………….. No, nothing planned. ……………. BRUCE?”

Then I remembered making him up as a bit of extra insurance. A policeman, really, I was sure he must have seen right through me but seems no. I had to come up with something quickly.

“He’s on afternoons all this week & doesn’t finish until midnight. …………...

No, I often have a few drinks with the men from work. He understands about that sort of thing. …………………….. I don’t mind. I haven’t got a regular as such. You decide. ………………………………. “

He dithered for quite a while before suggesting ‘a little out of the way place’ he assured me would be quiet. It was only about 10 minutes walk from the office so that suited me not having to drive & find parking.

“Sounds great. …………………………. 4.30. …………. Yes fine, I can make that. ……………….. I will see you then. …… Bye.”

 

My heart was in a flutter & I am feeling quite light headed. I am going to see him again! What would he be like? It had only been a short encounter last time but he had left quite an impression on me. I had been busy working when he had phoned but that was it for the night, there was no way I could concentrate now. After packing my computer away & tidying up the files I poured a glass of wine & made my way out onto the deck. A surge in my tummy & my vagina began contracting without any prompting & I knew exactly what it was doing to my pants! Why was I getting so worked up, he was married & I had no intention of having an affair with him. It must have been the attention he had paid me, made me feel special in that brief time we had been together. He certainly was good looking & very charming. ‘Trust him to be married’ I rued. Still, it was going to be an evening out, my first for ages. It was only Monday so there was plenty of time to be prepared & as it had been quite a while since I last indulged myself & decide to go for the full treatment to make me feel great if nothing else. The image of him watching me through the bushes returned as I gave in to my growing need letting a hand find it’s way up my skirt finding very wet pants confirming what I already knew, he had got to me again!

 

Friday arrived at last! The week had dragged & I couldn’t wait. Carol had miss read my excitement.

“Looking forward to tomorrow night?”

“Yes I think so.”

“You should be, it has been a considerable achievement.”

I felt a little embarrassed.

“It’s not every Saturday night you get taken out to dinner by the entire board of a company. You should feel proud.”

“I do, it’s just that ….. well ……… I was only doing my job really.”

“The Board obviously thinks you have done it very well & for it to be Tobias, for him to invite you personally, now that is a real feather in you cap.”

I found myself blushing a little.

“Make sure you have an early night tonight.”

“I’m going out.”

“Are you?”

She didn’t have to say it, Carol was curious. It was very rare for me to go out for a drink which wasn’t business related.

“Anybody we know?”

She was fishing.

“No just a friend.”

“Well don’t you go burning the midnight oil you hear?”

“I won’t, promise, but I might get away early today.”

“Go for it. If anyone deserves an early day it’s you.”

“Thanks.”

 

 Everything was ready, just the Curtis’s at 4pm, that should take about 10 minutes, a quick change & I should be away by 25 past making me fashionably 5 minutes late. Don’t want to appear too eager, even though I am. It had been a busy week preparing, had my hair done, waxing, nails, all of the usual & trimmed my pubes, not that he would know that. I haven’t bought any new clothes, just underwear. I swear by it, to feel good on the outside you must be at your very best underneath. That would be the last thing to change & freshen up. I bought a change of clothes too, something a little brighter & less formal. I have been looking forward to this all week & Carol had commented a couple of time as to how bright I was. We had afternoon tea together & I tidied up my desk ready for the new week leaving out just what I need for my last appointment. They arrived on time & I showed them in. The report took no time to present & they were suitably impressed.

“So if that is all for today?”

“There is something. Our son ………….. “

 

 

“Thank you for that, I will get on to it as soon as I can & get back to you.”

They said their goodbyes & the Curtis’s left. It was 10 to 5!

“Weren’t you meeting someone?”

“Yes!”

I hurried through freshening & changing & raced out the door at 5 to. This was the last thing I wanted, to be rushing as I galloped down the street. It was probably a wasted effort because he was bound to have given up on me & gone. I got there at 5 past panting! So much for a ‘quiet out of the way place’ it was packed, a sea of faces. I walked up & down searching for him. What did he look like? I wasn’t sure I remembered. Where was he? I crossed & back twice & was about to give up when something caught my eye, someone waving in my direction. It was him, WHEW! It was too packed for him to come over so I bought myself a drink & pushed my way through. Miraculously he had managed to save me a seat. It was hopeless. All the noise meant normal conversation was impossible. We persevered for a while but gave up in the end.

 

“This is hopeless!”

“It’s not good.”

I forbore to point out it was his idea.

“Shall were go somewhere else?”

“I think so.”

We staggered out onto the relative quiet of the street.

“I’m really sorry about that. Last time I was here it was a quiet little place. It certainly has changed.”

I accepted that it hadn’t been intentional, he was just as upset about it as me.

“Most of the other pubs will be the same now.”

I guessed he was probably right, POETS day, Push Off Early Tomorrow’s Saturday! I could see he was unhappy.

“What were you going to do for dinner?”

“I thought I would grab something on the way home.”

“I usually have mine in town. Would you like to go somewhere & eat instead. I know it is early but we could buy a bottle of wine.”

I was really looking forward to spending time with him & wasn’t about to be done out of it.

“If you like.”

“I know a place, it is only a Café but the food is good.”

“It sounds fine.”

 

We had it all to ourselves. He had picked up the wine along the way, a sweet white which I was not enjoying but the Café was a BYO so I had to put up with it. Settled at last, tucked off to one side where it was quiet we began to talk & soon got over the difficult start to the evening as I quickly discovered he was everything I remembered him to be. The conversation was great right through the meal & while we drank our teas & coffees. He got up to go to the Men’s but when he returned seemed quieter. I ignored it at first hoping he would brighten up again but he didn’t just got more & more solemn. I wondered if it had been something I had said. It crossed my mind that in spite of his protestations, maybe he had been looking for an affair with me after all. I gave it another 10 minutes but nothing changed. It could have been anything as far as I was concerned & although disappointed it hadn’t worked out, decided to go to the Ladies & then make my excuses before heading home.

 

I picked up my purse.

“Will excuse me.”

Starting to stand up.

“There is something I want to ask you?”

‘Oh Dear’ I thought, he wasn’t all he made himself out to be.

“Look Peter, I told you I don’t go with married men, sorry.”

“It’s not like that.”

“No, well can’t it wait until I get back.”

“It is about that?”

“What?”

He started, hoping I would mind, apologising in advance for asking me, hoping I would think there was something wrong with him, it just went on & on.

“Look Peter I don’t have time for this. If I don’t go soon I won’t need to. Ask me if you are going to or wait until I get back.”

I moved as if I was about to head over to the passage door.

 

“Can I watch you?”

“Watch me?”

“Yes.”

“Watch what?”

“Going.”

“You want to watch me pee?”

A look of horror came over his face & he quickly looked round to see if anyone had heard. There were only 2 other groups in the Café & they were too engrossed in their own conversations to take any notice.

“You want to watch me peeing?”

I said it quietly this time.

“Yes.”

“But, ….. but …… you have already seen me pee, that day in the bushes.”

He looked awkward & shrugged his shoulders.

“It wasn’t very good, a branch got in the way.”

I sat back down.

“Why?”

He looked strange, guilty or shy, I wasn’t quite sure.

“I’m curious, that’s all. ……………… To see what it looks like.”

I was dumbfounded.

 

 I couldn’t make any sense of it, no one had ever asked me anything like that before. Slipping into automatic mode I treated it as if he had asked me to go to bed with him, deciding to let him down gently, after all I had enjoyed his company up until now & hoped that maybe I could still keep a friendship with him. Someone had told me years ago if you want to defuse a situation like this just mention the wife. It had worked before when I had been hit on.

“Shouldn’t you be asking Maria this question?”

“I have but she can’t. She tried but it makes her upset.”

Strangely I believed him & wasn’t surprised at Maria’s reaction. That didn’t work. It was such an outrageous request I really could think how to handle it. I decided to go along with him & see if I could find a way out of it.

“Why are you asking me then?”

“Well, last time, even though you knew I was there it still didn’t stop you & you just kept going until the end.”

He had his answer prepared & ready as if he had convinced himself I had co-operated.

“You didn’t leave me any choice.”

“What?”

His face started to drop.

“There was nothing else I could do. If I had tried to stop I would probably ended up wetting on myself, my clothes anyway & I still had to go back to work. I decided the safest thing for me to do was get it over & done with as quickly as I could & get out of there. ………. Sorry.”

 

His face had been dropping as I spoke & by the time I finished he looked dreadful, really down in the dumps. I felt guilty. So much for letting him down gently! I couldn’t think of what to do next. He looked awful, really miserable. I started to think about it. It didn’t really bother me if he watched me peeing, he had before so that wasn’t an issue, even if it hadn’t exactly been voluntary on my part. The more I thought about it the sorrier I felt for him. He had tried with Maria, I accepted that & that she may have found it difficult, embarrassing, a lot of women probably would. It is a very private thing & a lot of women are uncomfortable about it, not going so much but others being there. Even among other women some are embarrassed. It must mean a lot to him, I decided, because he had taken a big risk asking me in such a public place. I could have made a big scene of it & humiliated him completely. The more I thought about it the more I wanted to please him & see him smiling again.

 

“Where were you going to take me to watch?”

“I don’t know!”

“You mean you asked me without knowing where I was going to do it?”

“How did I know we were going to end up like this. I was sure you had given me the number of you local Pizza place but it was you. I didn’t think you meant what you said about having a drink with me after work. When you were late I was sure you weren’t coming & when you did arrive it turned out to be a disaster. I was sure you would just go home. I …… I never dreamed we would end up having dinner together! I didn’t expected to get this far, well not the first time. I …………….. I …………. don’t have anywhere.”

He had got quite worked up waving his arms in the air. It was almost funny, but I managed not to smile. Through it I began to realise that it was as simple & straight forward as this, nothing hidden, no secret agendas, all he wanted was to watch me peeing, for reasons best known to himself. I thought for several moments.

“I want you to be completely honest with me Peter?”

His face screwed up as if he was dreading what was coming.

“Was the reason you invited me for a drink was to ask me if you could watch me pee?”

He nodded shamefully, not that he needed to, his face told me it was. If I had any doubts about him before they were gone. There was nothing divisive about him, not for a moment. I decided then that I would let him, it was just a matter of working out how.

 

While we had been talking I hadn’t seen anyone coming or going in the general direction of the Toilets but then there still only a few in the place.

“What are the Toilets like here.”

“There over there!”

He snapped at me but was still disappointed & upset so I forgave him.

“I can see that. What are they like?”

“I don’t know. Toilets. Ladies & Men’s.”

He snapped at me again.

“But what are they like?”

He heaved an impatient sigh.

“Just a Toilet with a place to was your hands.”

He did little to hide his irritation & I continued forgiving him.

“Are they separate?”

“Yes of course, Women & Men, they are always separate.”

I was told off! He was very trying but I didn’t mind too much because with a bit of luck it was all about to change for him.

“I know but is the Toilet & the wash basin separate?”

“Yes of course.”

I half expected him to add ‘Stupid!’.

“There is only one Toilet?”

“Yes!”

He was getting very fed up.

 

“Peter if you can smuggle me into the Men’s I will let you watch me pee.”

It took several moments for my words to sink in.

“What?”

“If we go into the Men’s Toilet together you can watch me peeing.”

The look on his face was wonderful. Seeing it change from the depths of despair to the height of delight in a few seconds was worth it.

“Are you sure?”

“If you want to. I need to go anyway so you might as well come too.”

He seemed lost for words. All he needed to say was ‘Yes’ but he made such a big performance of it. Suddenly his face changed to concern.

“What if we get caught?”

I couldn’t believe my ears! After everything, now at last he was about to get what he had waited years for & now he’s panicking about taking a bit of a risk.

“I don’t know. We will make something up.”

I tried to think.

“We could say the Ladies was busy & I was busting so you let be use the Men’s. We will worry about that when the time comes.”

He was dithering. The pressure had been building as we had been discussing it & now was getting quite urgent. I stood up.

“Look Peter I have to go. If you come with me I will let you see what you want to, it’s up to you, but I can’t wait any longer.”

With that I headed off & as I crossed to the door I heard the sound of his footsteps behind sending a tingle through me. It suddenly occurred to me what I would be doing & he would be seeing my vulva again. While I was feeling nervous & a little shy, am also starting to become aroused at the thought of it & even though I have never peed in front of anyone before, I was looking forward to doing so.

 

As I push through the passage door both Toilets were vacant. Walking passed the Ladies, I stepped into the Men’s. Peter arrived moments later. He stood there nervous & full of expectation.

“Well?”

He look blankly at me.

“Aren’t you going to come in?”

He stepped inside & stood there.

“Close the door.”

He gave me a silly grin & pushed it shut.

“Lock it. We don’t want to be disturbed do we?”

He did. I stepped into the cubicle. It was very small, only enough room for one really so had to straddle the bowl pressing against the cistern so he could get round the door. As he pressed into me I could feel him trembling & he had an erection. It was a long time since I’d had one pressed against me & it felt pleasant. He stood against the cubicle wall, his face set as he watched me getting into position, lifting my skirt up high, I slipped my pants to my knees before sitting down. Still holding my skirt up I slid to the back of the seat opening my legs wide. My pants were restricting so I pushed them down to my ankles. That wasn’t much better so slipped them off over one foot, now free to open as wide as I liked, keeping my skirt bunched round my waist so it wouldn’t interrupt his view.

“Ready?”

He moved forward quickly & crouched so his nose was almost touching the front of the seat. I hadn’t expected him to be quite so close & it sent quivers through me straight to my vagina which received them with a wave of contractions.

 

I felt very full so just relaxed expecting it would just start right away as it usually does when I am busting but nothing happened! I tightened again & relaxed. Still nothing. I pushed a bit. No nothing. I tensed up again & relaxed, pushing harder & harder. Nothing. ‘This is silly’ I thought. It was right there I could feel it banked up behind my urethra but for some reason it couldn’t get passed. I tried again. Nothing. The seconds were ticking by. He was completely focus on my open vulva. What to do. I decided to go back to basics, tense right up hard then relax gradually & it should start. No not this time. I was getting a bit concerned. I’d had trouble starting from time to time but never as long as this. Maybe it was going in front of him that was stopping her. I pushed long & slow holding it for as long as I could to no avail.

 

Relaxing for a few moments to plan my next moved Peter startled me.

“I knew this would happen, I shouldn’t have ask you, it’s all my fault, it happens every time, I’m being punished!”

It was quite a rant & caught me completely by surprise. I wasn’t sure what to do. He stood up & retreated to the back of the cubicle.

“First Maria & now you, I knew this would happen, I knew, I knew, I knew, it’s my fault.”

“Peter it’s alright, there is nothing wrong. This happens to me all the time, just a girl thing I guess. I’m not upset honest. It will start soon, when it is ready.”

It didn’t calm him & he continued his rant. I started to worry someone might be waiting outside waiting & hear him.

“Peter.”

He ignored me.

“PETER!”

That made him sit up & take notice.

“Listen to me! There is nothing wrong, I’m not upset just having a bit of trouble getting started that’s all. It has happened to me many times before & I’m sure it will again. Just be patient & you will get to see what you want to see. Okay? Now be quiet before someone comes to see what the fuss is about.”

I spoke to him firmly & that seemed to work. At least he stopped his ranting.

 

I heard it before I felt it.

“See what did I tell you.”

Taking my mind off trying for a few seconds had done the trick. He almost leapt back to his position in front of the Toilet seat. It was just trickling but I was more than happy to leave it that way. Now was not a good time to try & be clever in case it decided to stop & I couldn’t get it started again. It went on & on but I imagined he wouldn’t be complaining. The look on his face was wonderful, like a little boy seeing something magic for the first time. It gave me such a warm feeling I wasn’t in any hurry for it to end either. On & on it trickled, over a minute by my reckoning but like all good things it gradually came to an end. I was able to push out a few last spurts before it settled back to a final dribbling trickle. He had a look of absolute amazement on his face & made no attempt to move. It felt nice being admired knowing he could look but not touch so I was happy to let him. After a minute or so he showed no sign of moving so I took some paper & wiped myself, once, twice, three times. He seemed to enjoy that too. I waited nearly another minute before deciding to stand up.

“We had better be getting back, someone might be waiting to use it?”

He moved back but stayed on his knees & watched me taking my time slipping my pants back on & preparing to leave before wriggled out the door first to make it easier for him. After washing my hands I turned towards the door.

“Ready?”

He grunted.

 

There was no one outside so I sent him off first & waited a minute or so before following bumping into a man at the door. ‘WHEW’ I said to myself, ‘just made it’. He was watching me the whole way & although aware of him, I didn’t let on. I felt great, on top of the world, a real high knowing I had pleased him while thoroughly enjoying it myself. ‘Hand is going to be busy when I get home’ I mused. Arriving at the table I sat down quickly & looked at him with my chin on folded hands. He was shaking his head slowly.

“What?”

He had a huge smile on his face.

“Didn’t I do it properly?”

He just smiled shaking his head.

“That was perfect.”

“How can you do a perfect pee, there is no such thing.”

“It was to me. I saw your ………”

“My what?”

 

He suddenly seemed embarrassed as if he had meant to say it.

“Nothing.”

“No go on, tell me?”

He blushed bright red & said it again quietly so I could hardly hear.

“My …… my hole?”

He nodded as if he was to ashamed to repeat it.

“My vagina?”

He shook his head.

“The other one.”

I had no idea what he was talking about.

“What other one?”

He was blushing brighter.

“Where it comes out.”

“My urethra?”

“Is that what it’s called?”

“Yes. And that made it special did it?”

“Mm! I could see it the whole time.”

“You are lucky because I didn’t know it could be seen while I pee. I’m glad I was able to make it special for you even if I didn’t know why.”

I smiled at him & he gave a very shy one back.

 

 

He sat quietly staring at me & it felt very strange. No one had ever looked at me quite like that before & I was certainly enjoying it. He became quite emotional.

“I …. I …… I don’t know how to thank you.”

“Your welcome.”

He went on almost in tears.

“If you only knew how long I have waited to see that, see a woman going properly.”

I didn’t but was certainly getting the impression.

“Are you sure you didn’t mind?”

I wasn’t about to let him know I had enjoyed it too.

“No. I had to go anyway, whether you happened to be there or not. It was no big deal to me. I think the reason I had trouble at the start was having someone there. I have never gone in front of someone before. Once I got used to it there wasn’t a problem. Anyway you had seen me before so it wasn’t the first time exactly.”

“So you are not upset then?”

“No, far from it.”

I laughed a little as he heaved a big sigh of relief. ‘If you only knew’, I mused.

“Good, I was worried.”

“No need to be. I am happy you enjoyed it, that’s all.”

 

It had become very intense & as much as I was enjoying his adoration, the last thing I wanted was for him to burst into tears & from where I was sitting it was a definite possibility. I decided to move on & lighten up the conversation.

“So?”

“What?”

“That’s what you were doing in the bushes, spying on me?”

He blushed bright red & looked suitably guilty.

“How did you know I was there?”

“I saw you getting ready.”

“What do you mean, ‘getting ready’?”

“Doing a wee wee dance.”

“A what?”

“All girls do them if they are busting to go.”

“A wee wee dance?”

“Yes.”

“What’s it like?”

“It’s hard to explain but it is a certain way in which they move. They don’t hold themselves like little girls just …… well …… do a sort of a dance.”

“And I did this?”

“Mm. I could tell you wanted to go.”

 

“So where were you? I checked very carefully to see no one was there.”

“I know, that’s why I hid behind a tree.”

“You were hiding?”

He blushed again & the guilty look returned.

“That’s not fair! How is a girl supposed to have a pee in private with voyeurs like you everywhere. Spied on lots of girls have you?”

He was looking very sheepish & uncomfortable & I was not about to let him get away with it.

“No you are the first.”

“Just my luck eh?”

He was not enjoy this.

“No, the others had gone into Toilets so I couldn’t believe you went into the bushes. I couldn’t help myself. I thought you wouldn’t know I was watching & realise I was there.”

“You were lucky I didn’t scream.”

“Yes I know.”

He did look grateful.

“And earlier, when you asked, what if I had made a big scene?”

He was blushing.

“I know.”

“You have been very fortunate I don’t get upset easily.”

“Yes I know & I really appreciate it, truly.”

I wasn’t sure what made me do it but I reached over & squeezed his hand & gave him a warm forgiving smile. A look of relief came over his face as the tension drained away.

 

“I thought I was in real trouble though.”

“Did you?”

“That’s why I waited, hoping if you saw me you wouldn’t call the police.”

I smiled at him.

“So I had you worried did I?”

He nodded.

“No more than you deserved.”

He hung his head in shame.

“I couldn’t believe what you said when you yelled at me. What did you call it down there?”

I remembered it well.

“Twot!”

“Yes. I couldn’t believe you said a word like that! Why that one?”

“It’s the worst one I could think of at the time.”

“There are worse, much worse.”

“Not to me. I think that word is really ugly.”

“Do you?”

 

“What does Maria call hers?”

“Nothing? She never talks about it, or if she does it’s just ‘down there’ that’s all.”

“Shy is she?”

“No, she is a good Catholic girl & bought up to not say those words.”

“And I’m not a good girl?”

I was teasing but he took me seriously.

“No, I didn’t mean that. You had got a fright so it wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t help it. I shouldn’t have sneaked up on you like that. I’m sorry, it was all my fault ……………………... ”

I let him go on & at the end he had seen my smile. He smiled back but I could see he didn’t know how to take me. He was quiet for a while & then decided to risk it.

“What do you call it ‘down there’?”

“Certainly not Twot, that’s for sure!”

He was curious, dying to know.

“If I go to the Doctor I use the proper gynaecological terms, vagina, cervix, urethra, labia, anus.”

I left it at that. He waited for me to continue but I left it up in the air.

“What about other times?”

I gave him a cheeky grin.

“Guess?”

“I don’t know.”

“Try.”

 

“Pussy?”

“No! That’s a real male thing, something they like to play with.”

He looked a little embarrassed.

“Fanny?”

“Definitely not! There was a girl at School called Fanny McDonald & she had red hair & freckles. I would never call any part of my body after her.”

I could see he was not comfortable talking about such intimate things but was determined to make him do so.

“I don’t know ……... Crack?”

“When I was little maybe but not now. You should know that, you’ve seen me a couple of times now.”

He was blushing clearly unsure with my open approach.

“Slit?”

“No, same as crack.”

He wasn’t enjoying it one little bit.

“Beaver?”

“No, same as Pussy.”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know. ……… Mickey?”

“Mickey? I have never heard it called that.”

“I have.”

 

“Try again.”

“Can’t think of anything.”

“Surely you can. There is one more.”

“No.”

“Come on, you know.”

He did & I suspected he was teasing now, trying to get me to say it.

“No, I can’t think of another.”

“Not just one more?”

“No, not one.”

He was smiling now & enjoying the game I was playing at last.

“No?”

“No!”

 

“Cunt?”

Be started to blush.

“What was that?”

Now he was playing along.

“Cunt!”

“What?”

“Cunt.”

“I didn’t hear you properly.”

“Like hearing girls talk dirty do we?”

He blushed profusely.

“No.”

But it was very insincere.

“Cunt …. cunt …… cunt …….. CUNT ……… CUNT ……… CUNT …………….. Cunt ……………………... Happy now? ……….. CUNT! …………………. Want me to go on?”

He was blushing brightly & looking round to see if anyone was in earshot but was clearly enjoyed her profanity.

“No I get the message.”

“Sorry I’m not a good Catholic girl?”

I could see he didn’t dare reply to that.

“But then you probably wouldn’t have just watched me peeing if I was.”

That got a smile which I returned & for several moments we shared a closeness that only an intimacy can bring. Both had revealed something deeply personal, mine physical, his closeted.

 

“Why did you go there anyway?”

His curiosity was coming to the fore again. I shrugged.

“Because I needed a pee.”

He wasn’t satisfied.

“But why there? Why not go to the Toilet?”

“I do sometimes.”

“What? Go in the bushes?”

“And go to the Toilet.”

He wasn’t getting the answer he was hoping for.

“But those bushes? Why?”

I shrugged again.

“Because I have been in there before.”

“HAVE YOU?”

“Several times.”

“But there is a Toilet not far away.”

“I know.”

 

He looked confused, dying to find out more but unsure where to head from there. I decided to put him out of his misery.

“I grew up on a farm where I used to pee anywhere I wanted & sometimes I miss going outside, so I find somewhere to make up for it.”

“DO YOU!”

I smiled. It wasn’t hard to see his imagination going wild! All this time I had been peeing outside & he never knew.

“Will …… will you be going there again soon?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“Who might be waiting to spy on me.”

It took several moments for him to realise I was teasing & smile.

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That was very different to most of the stories posted.  Very detailed and intimate account of what could happen when someone gets caught peeing.   I would love to ask a girl I saw, but somehow I think it wouldn't turn out as well as this.