"Lisa:" The Outdoor Ladies'Room Part 1 Waterfall in the Moonlight

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"Lisa:" The Outdoor Ladies' Room: Part 1. "Waterfall in the Moonlight"
by Dr. P

We had been going together about 5-6 months, and had successfully crossed the "pee barrier", about a month before this happened. She had demonstrated just about every indoor position and peeing style she had ever used, and I had rewarded her well, with my tongue and cock. We both were really enjoying this new dimension to our relationship. Although she often peed sitting on the running boards of our cars, I had never seen how she did it outdoors, without the support and shelter of a car. I had asked her how she did it, and she said it could get messy, so she didn't want to do it indoors. But she promised to show me, outdoors, soon.

This particular moonlit, fall evening, we decided to visit one of our favorite bar/restaurant establishments. It had a bit of a reputation as a "meat market", in the late '70's, but we liked it because the music was pleasant, the drinks were not as watered as those of the competition, and there was a small, but adequate dance floor, if the mood struck us. The crowd was about our age at the time, 30's and 40's, so the music was not too loud and irritating. You could actually carry on a conversation. It also had a motel, under the same roof. We preferred to stay elsewhere, since the motel accommodations were mediocre, the prices at the high end of the range, and the management predictably surly.

"Lisa" was wearing a close-fitting sheath dress, made of some "clingy" material, probably a knit. It ended a few inches above her knees. Under this, she was wearing "Thi-Hi" nylons, with elastic tops, no garters (or "suspenders"), and shiny black heels with ankle straps. She looked absolutely stunning, as the dress rode up to mid thigh, when she sat down. We had had 2 or 3 drinks, and ordered another round, talking and laughing intimately, when she said she had to "go". I said, "Well, you know where the Ladies' room is. Come back and tell me a good story!" (Whenever she had to use public facilities, alone, she had taken to teasing me with a detailed description of her activities, when she returned. I loved this, because I thought that was as good as it ever gets. I had much to learn!)

She said she had another idea. She wanted me to go with her and she did not want to use the Ladies' room! I had a sudden, huge adrenaline rush, which sobered me up immediately. My mind began racing, wondering where we could go and how she would do it! Squat behind a bush, or near the car? What did she have in mind? Our drinks came and I paid the waitress, leaving a generous tip on the table. Since the music had started, couples were getting up to dance, so the waitresses were not cleaning off and reassigning tables with full drinks and money on them. So, we would probably not lose our table. "Let's go outside," she said.

We walked outside together. It was a beautiful, warm night in late Fall in L.A. The full moon had just risen, casting a surprisingly bright glow over everything. We looked in the parking lot. No way. Too small, and well lit, by the moon. Too many cars and people going in and out. Then we looked across the street, seeing trees and bushes, and remembered that the street was at the western edge of a large park. We crossed the street at the light and continued on the dry grass, to the east of a large grove of trees, which would shield us from view from the street. Further to the east of these trees, the grass and trees of the park stretched for as much as a half mile. It was predictably deserted at this time of the evening.

We chose a spot between two cusps in the line of bushes and trees, which faced east, toward the rising moon, and was somewhat protected by trees on three sides. She stood, smiling and facing the moon, and slowly raised the hem of her dress, looking alternately at me and at herself. She slipped her panties down, and leaning on me for balance, took them off and put them in her purse. Then she adjusted the hem of her dress until it was just an inch or two above her pussy, and spread her legs comfortably, with her feet about shoulder-width apart. She held her dress up, but it stayed pretty much in place, because it clung to her body. With another smile, she looked at me and said "Ready?" I dropped to my knees about 2 feet in front of her, to get the best view possible, as she started to pee. I watched intently in the moonlight.

Her stream was straight and well controlled, landing about 6 inches in front of her feet, in the grass. She peed for a long time, perhaps 20 or 30 seconds, until her stream weakened to a trickle and stopped. At the end, a few drops sprinkled her shiny shoes, but her legs and stockings were completely dry, much to my surprise. She noticed the dribbles on her shoes, and giggled, a little. I leaned forward, still in my kneeling position, and hugged her thighs to my face, pulling her toward me, so I could lick her pussy dry. Just then, she squirted a final few drops, and I caught them in my mouth, tasting her sweet nectar. She giggled again. I licked her lips for a minute or so. Then she brought some Kleenex out of her purse and had me wipe her pussy, butt, and legs, just to make sure. I wiped her shoes when I was done. She fluffed the hem of her dress, to free it from her body, and I helped her pull it down evenly, front, back, and all around. She did not put her panties back on.

As we walked back toward the bar, arms around each other, I was completely mesmerized. I couldn't have fantasized a more beautiful, totally mind-blowing scene. And yet it was real! It had just happened! At that moment, I loved her more than I had ever loved anyone before. We returned to the bar, looking like any other couple who had been up for a dance, or out for a brief stroll. We sat back down at our table. It was undisturbed. We finished our drinks and left, going straight to our room, where we made love with exceptional passion. This first, delightful experience encouraged us to arrange for her to do a lot more of her peeing in the outdoor Ladies' room.

Dr. P.