"Lisa:" The First Time

[Dr.P 1,473]

"Lisa:" The First Time
by Dr. P.

Notes: This is the true story of one of several long-term, "wet" relationships which I have been fortunate enough to have, so far in my life. My relationship with "Lisa" (a fictitious name, of course) was completely different from my relationships with "Ellie," and with "Jeanie," also real women, with fictitious names. The attitudes of the three women were very different, especially at the beginning of their relationships with me. I eventually became very close to "Lisa," and we shared our most intimate secrets, especially after we broke through the "pee barrier" in our relationship, which was made more difficult for her by a single, emotionally traumatic experience, which took place shortly before she met me. Once "Lisa" got into pee sex, she liked it a lot and got very imaginative, on her own, in addition to cooperating enthusiastically with my requests and fantasies.

I have arbitrarily broken this story into several, separate sub-stories, but they are really all chapters or parts of one story, starting chronologically with "The First Time" and ending with "Shower Surprise," followed by an Epilogue, at the end. I will post them in roughly chronological order, but they can be read in any order. Some of these stories were first posted on another site in 1999 and 2000, as ordinary posts, popular with readers of that time. I have edited them, and re-written some parts, to clarify some aspects.  Hope you PeeFan members and others enjoy reading them.

Here is the first chapter of the "Lisa" memoirs, "The First Time"
by Dr.P.

Shortly after my breakup with "Jeanie," I think it was in the late 1970's, I met "Lisa," when she came to work at a new company facility, in a different location from the one where I had met both "Ellie" and "Jeanie." She was a classic tall, blonde, Scandinavian beauty, born of immigrant parents, and raised in L.A. With my Chicago/European-American background, we had much in common, and hit it off immediately. After flirting and teasing for a month or so, we began dating, and jumped into a full blown sexual relationship within a couple of weeks. It was completely mutual, hard to tell who was pursuing, and who was being pursued. We made love and sometimes just fucked, with great enthusiasm and mutual satisfaction. She was very adventurous and liberated, eager to try new positions and locations, in our cars or in bed, except in my favorite place, the bathroom.

Having had one great "wet" relationship, with "Jeanie," I really wanted this one to be as good, or better. Since she was so liberated in other ways, I was braver than ever before. I used the "Hope everything comes out OK,"and "Did everything come out OK?" lines with her, when she left for, or returned from the Ladies', and also asked if I could "help" when she went to the bathroom. She laughed and dismissed my comments, but in a very good-natured way. I shared my pee fantasies with her, without ever mentioning previous experiences, of course. But she was steadfast in her refusal to even leave the door open a crack, if I promised not to actually come in. I told her how much closer I would feel to her, if she would lighten up a little in this area. She still closed and locked the door, every time she peed, when we were together.

We flew to San Francisco together for a romantic weekend, dinner by candlelight, Fisherman's Wharf, etc., lived together in a hotel room for 2 days, and she still closed and locked the door, whenever she peed. The sex continued to be fantastic, so I enjoyed it, but persisted, very gently, to try to win "bathroom privileges".

I have no idea what finally turned the tide, but one night, about a month after the San Francisco trip, after we had made slow, sensuous love, and were lying in bed together, nude, she suddenly said, "I have to pee," which caught my attention immediately, because she usually said, "I have to go." I begged her to let me come with her, and just leave the door open a crack, so I could listen to her pee, and feel close to her, sharing the act with her, but not actually watching her do it. I promised that I wouldn't go into the bathroom, while she was doing it.

She finally agreed to leave the door open a crack, so I could listen, (and possibly peek) while she peed. The open space near the door was wide enough that I could actually see her on the toilet, as well as hear everything. But I didn't break my promise to her, not to enter the bathroom. She looked very apprehensive, almost tearful, as she sat there, totally nude, turned sideways toward the door, with her legs pressed tightly together, bent forward at the hips to aim her stream down, keeping her thighs from getting wet, and peed what sounded like a gusher into the bowl. Nice, erotic hiss, too.

When she finished, I opened the door slowly, and gently, and offered to help her wipe. She accepted, seeing that I was so excited my hands were trembling, and my cock was as hard as iron again, not long after making love, the first time that evening. She seemed somehow relieved (not just from peeing), when she saw my condition. Finally, she slowly turned and opened her legs for me, letting me see what parts of her had gotten wet, and I patted her dry with t.p., very gently and lovingly. We went back to bed and made love again. I told her what a thrill it was for me to finally hear and see her pee, and how close she had brought me to her, by sharing this intimacy with me. Lying in bed, after the second orgasm of the evening for both of us, I asked her why she had been so tense and reluctant about the bathroom, when she was so liberated about other sexual matters. She told me this story:

She said she had always believed that female excretory functions were not sexy, but in fact a strong turn-off to most, if not all men, and she had had one previous, emotionally devastating experience which proved that theory to her. That experience had ended a relationship for her, immediately before she met me. The guy she had been with was a cop, and they had carried on for a year or more. One time, he was getting her off by hand, lying in bed. She really got into it and had a mind-blowing orgasm, during which she peed all over his hand! I asked her if it was female cum, or pee. She said "No, it was really pee, and he knew it too. He was quite disgusted. He got up, washed his hands and showered, then left, with hardly a goodbye. He never called me again, and I didn't dare call him."

When she met me and found out how good we were together, she said she did not want to risk any potential bad reaction from me, since she really didn't know where I was coming from, in spite of my words. That night, my obvious strong arousal and trembling hands thoroughly convinced her that my interest was genuine, and she was profoundly relieved and pleased with her ability to "ring my chimes" just letting me watch her do what she did all the time, anyway.

She seemed very relaxed, and comfortable with me, as we lay there in the afterglow, so I pushed my luck and asked another intimate question: "Do you always do it with your legs so close together, like you did, tonight? She giggled a little, and replied, "No, I was just feeling shy and self-conscious, in case you were able to see me through that crack by the door. I didn't want you to see it actually coming out of me, because I was afraid it might turn you off." I hugged her and kissed her, and told her that obviously would not happen, but I was really curious, and wanted to see how she usually did it, and how her pee came out, normally. "I hope I have enough left so I can "go" again, and show you how I usually do it," she said, "Come with me."

With that, she got up from the bed, took my hand, and pulled me into the bathroom with her. We were both still nude. She sat on the toilet and spread her legs wider apart than I expected. Her bladder wasn't as full as it had been, and she was a little nervous. I knelt in front of her, with my face almost between her knees, looking intently at her pussy. She finally started peeing, not a gusher like before, but a smaller stream, with a lady-like tinkle in the toilet. It came out high and straight forward, between her lovely thighs, almost hitting the front of the seat, but falling just short of it, and arcing into the front of the bowl. "I had to go more than I thought I did," she commented, with a smile. As her stream weakened, it touched one of her lips briefly, and sprinkled a few drops on her inner thigh. I told her that was incredibly sexy, to me. She looked puzzled, and said, "That happens sometimes. You'll see it again."

When she finished, she handed me the t.p. and asked me to wipe her, as I had done previously. Before using the t.p., I got her to open her legs wider, so I could lick the pee dribbles from her inner thigh. "There," she said, "Now you've got something to remember, until the next time we see each other. I wanted to show you that." Musing, almost to herself, she said, "I was with a guy who was so disgusted with my pee, that he couldn't wash it off his hand fast enough. And here you are, licking it off of my leg, and telling me it's delicious. I think I want to keep you around." Big smile and a hug.

I told her I loved her peeing style, which I found incredibly sexy, especially the way she spread her legs so far apart, giving me a great view. "Do you spread your legs so they don't get wet?" I asked. "No, my legs usually don't get wet, except for a few dribbles, no matter how I do it," she answered. "It just feels good to spread my legs when I do it sitting down."

Once she had verified how much merely watching her turned me on, she quickly lost all inhibitions with me, and became mildly exhibitionistic, delighting in showing and telling me how she squatted to piss in public toilets, etc. I soon got to know her anatomy and her peeing styles very well. She had relatively thick outer lips which were well separated and had little hair. Her vulva was set moderately high in front, but not as high as "Jeanie's." Her inner lips protruded a half inch or so below her outer lips. She could pee a powerful, large-diameter stream of long duration, with a wicked hiss, and enjoyed doing it to turn me on. Sometimes, one of her inner lips would get in the way of her stream, briefly sprinkling one of her thighs, as I had already seen happen, much to my delight. (Seeing a woman get her legs wet when she pees, either accidentally or deliberately, is a super turn-on for me.)

This new level of intimacy introduced a whole new set of very erotic, fun things for us to do together, on our dates. Whenever she had to use a public restroom, she would come back to me and tell me a "story," letting me know what she did and how she did it, plus any juicy details (pun intended!). She told me some very intimate, personal stories, with details, immediately after they happened, or relayed incidents from her past, and I absolutely loved them all. Although her stories really turned me on, I would much rather watch, directly, if possible. She didn't seem to be the the least bit embarrassed or shy about telling me these stories, knowing how much I enjoyed them. In fact, I think she felt that they gave her a little bit of power over me, which I have to confess I really didn't mind!

One time, soon after we passed through the "pee barrier," she had her period, when we were together on a date. When she came back from the Ladies,' I whispered in her ear, asking, "Does  the string on your tampon get wet when you pee? "I don't know. I think it does," she answered. "You can watch, and check it out for me tonight." When we got to the room, she went straight to the bathroom, lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties, and peed, with her legs wide open, as usual. I watched carefully, and sure enough, her pee stream caught her tampon string among her pussy hairs, and soaked it thoroughly. When she finished peeing, I told her not to wipe, because I wanted to lick her "dry." I threw a towel on the bed, and she relaxed on it, while I licked her pussy, concentrating on sucking the pee-wet tampon string, as I finished. "That was a whole lot better than t.p.," she said. "You can do that again, anytime." From that time on, whenever she had her period, she would let me know by asking me, "Do you want to suck on a string, tonight?"

I showed her how she could sit on the running board of a car, lift her skirt, spread her legs, and pee almost anywhere, in parking lots, or on streets. To my surprise, she had never done it that way, before. I would always place myself on her side of the car, watching, and simultaneously protecting her from the view of anyone else, with my body and the car door. That was a lot of fun for both of us, and she did it as often as we could find places and opportunities. Within a few short weeks, it seemed that she had gotten into pee sex as much as I was!

[Guest UnabashedUser]

Great story bro. Love the details. Keep on posting pls.

[Alfresco 11,631]

Such an intimate story.  It must have been quite an emotional issue for Lisa after the incident with the previous guy, but lovely to see that you talked her round gently and resulted in a much better situation for both of you.   Thanks for all the details.

[Dr.P 1,473]

Thank you for your kind words. Stay tuned for more memoirs of our subsequent activities, together. They are much shorter, and they show how much her attitudes changed, over time.