"Lisa" The Outdoor Ladies' Room Part 4: Lunch in the Car

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"Lisa" The Outdoor Ladies' Room Part 4. Lunch in the Car
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 upon 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 the "jogging" incident had occurred, about a year earlier. I agreed, and we met. It 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, side by side. We were surrounded by empty, graded and compacted soil, for at least a half mile, on all sides, except the ocean side. Nearest houses were 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, later that afternoon, she was already dressed for them, as well as 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 displayed 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 hands up her skirt again, further, this time. She said, "We better eat. We don't have all that much time," 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 we walk toward the ocean, to see if we could see the rocks and the waves, a hundred feet below us. 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 waves breaking over the rocks at the base of the bluff. 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 right 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 wouldn't get in the way, or get wet. As I had guessed, she wasn't wearing any panties. (Had she planned this, in advance, I wondered?) She stood, exactly as she had stood that moonlit night, more than a year and a half before, legs spread comfortably, feet about shoulders width apart, and looked at me. "Should I just do it right here?" she asked. "Sure," I answered. So she 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 the light brown dust on my dark slacks. 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 a little bit wet, as well as my face. I loved it. She smiled and giggled, when her legs got wet. When she finished, she looked at her legs, and said, "Guess I should have brought something along to wipe with." "What do you mean, wipe, pretty lady?" I said, flashing her a wicked 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 to keep it dry, she walked quickly back to the car, with me close behind her.

She told me to check the backs of her legs for dribbles, which I did, as she walked in front of me. Only a few drops, still running down her legs, making streaks on the backs of her knees and calves. 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 hair, 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 dribbles on her inner 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. My car was in back of me, blocking anyone else's view from that side.

Then, I started licking the insides of her legs, beginning with her ankles and pee-streaked calves, working quickly upward, toward her thighs, with visible dribbles, catching every drop I could find. She gasped, and giggled a little, as I reached her still-wet pussy, and continued my tongue bath, or "wipe." I sucked her pussy, licked her lips, and tongued her clit for only a few minutes, when she suddenly clasped her thighs around my face, shuddered, ground her pussy into my face, and came, squirting a little jet of pee into my mouth. I swallowed it with delight. 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, at first, in a raspy voice, thinking she was asking about the pee she had squirted in my mouth. I finally understood that she was asking about her windblown pee outdoors, and I said, "That was incredible! I've never seen anything sexier in my whole life!" (That was the absolute truth.) She responded with a very happy smile.

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 again, 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?" (We had never done it this way, before.)

In answer, I pressed her legs together, kissed her thighs and pussy briefly, and pulled her toward me, on the car seat, so she was lying almost flat, with her legs together. She got the idea, and squeezed her thighs more tightly together, for me to rub my cock, and cum on. Then she said, "Wait a minute!" She opened her legs a little, and using two fingers, she spread her pussy lips, concentrated, and said, "I hope I have some left". Sure enough, she sprinkled a dozen drops of fresh, warm pee on the fronts of her upper thighs. Just watching her do that, and seeing the pee drops on her lovely legs, almost made me cum. She pressed her newly wet legs tightly together again and said, "Now come here and do what you wanted to do." I rubbed my cock on her smooth upper thighs, freshly wet with her warm pee. The feeling was indescribable! I came, in an absolutely mind blowing orgasm, all over her thighs and pussy, after only a few strokes. I caught my breath, and we used about half a box of tissues to wipe my cum and her pee from her legs and pussy. 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.