"Lisa:" The Outdoor Ladies' Room Part 2: Rest Stop on the Way to the Theater

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"Lisa:" The Outdoor Ladies' Room Part 2: Rest Stop on the Way to the Theater
by Dr. P.

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 could raise her skirt, spread her legs, and pee standing straight up, pretty much as she had in that moonlit park. 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 piss a powerful stream onto the pavement, or into the dirt or gravel. 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 shows she put on for me, using this peeing style, was on a short road trip, one evening. But it almost ended in a wetting disaster. We had tickets to a play at a theater that was about a 40-minute drive from where we lived and worked. 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 that outfit, so she didn't do it in the Ladies,' before we left. We agreed that we would find a place for her to "go," 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, and I was getting seriously worried. She had her hands between her thighs, pressing hard on her pussy, through her dress, trying desperately to hold her pee in. Finally, she told me that she didn't know how much longer she could hold it, so she was taking some precautions. She lifted her dress, pulled it out from under her, and gathered it around her waist, exposing her bare thighs above her stockings. She explained that in case she squirted or dribbled, her legs and panties might get wet, but her dress would stay dry. She pressed her hands against her pussy, over her panties, which were thankfully still dry, she said, and crossed her legs, for added pressure, to stop leaks. I found her explanations extremely exciting, as I watched her carry them out. I sneaked a peek at her legs, which were incredibly beautiful and sexy, in her stockings, with bare thighs above them. But I was feeling real panic, worried that we wouldn't be able to get off of the freeway in time to find a suitable place for her to pee, and she might wet herself, and her beautiful clothing.

Finally, she told me that I absolutely had to take the next exit, no matter what, because she couldn't hold it any longer. I could see that she was very serious, and extremely desperate. I took the next exit, of course, and we were very 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 lamps, so I would be able to see her pee.

She had her door open, panties off, dress already around her waist, and she was sitting on the running board with her legs spread wide, already peeing, before I could even get out of the car. When I got around to her side, she was 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. She got some sprinkles on her upper inner thighs, above her stockings, but her dress, stockings and shoes stayed dry. This went on for about a minute, until her stream slowed to a trickle, and finally stopped. I was there with the box of Kleenex to wipe her inner 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, she put her panties back on, and we got back on the freeway. We continued to marvel at how much she had peed, and how spectacular it looked, as it 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 really badly, if we hadn't stopped when we did.

I told her that she had looked incredibly sexy, sitting there next to me in the car, with her dress around her waist, showing her beautiful legs. Watching her lift her dress, and press her pussy with her hands, then cross her legs tightly, were all incredible turn-on's in themselves, I said, and gave me a very intimate look into her, making me feel much closer to her, sharing her anxiety about wetting herself and her dress.

I confided that I was feeling panic that we wouldn't find a suitable place on the first exit we took, off the freeway, but was profoundly relieved, when we did. I had no idea that I might put her in such a desperate situation, and I felt guilty that I hadn't encouraged her to pee in the Ladies' room at the bar we had left, earlier.

We remembered this incident warmly, reminisced, and chuckled about it, for months afterward.

Dr.P.