I was waiting for my (notoriously unreliable) friend in a local pub in early spring. We were supposed to meet about 7.30, but as it approached 8pm I decided to give him a call. I noticed the signal was crappy in the pub so decided to have a wander outside where the signal was better. The pub was in quite a rural place, and besides the car park was a small field which was accessible through a gate. I tend to wander when I am on the phone so I found myself absentmindedly opening the gate and wandering into the field, which was quite gloomy in the evening half light.
To my left a movement caught my eye and as I focused I could just make out a figure squatting by the hedge. As I moved closer I realised it was a women squatting down for a pee with her skirt hitched up. She caught my eye, I caught her eye and she gave a brief apologetic smile. I turned away, but couldn’t help my eyes and she must have noticed my glance at her bare pussy which was still mid stream. I then turned away and returned to the pub, deciding I needed a drink to get over the strange experience.
As I sat alone with my pint, I felt a presence and then a voice said quietly ‘sorry’. I looked up to see the peeing girl. She was mid thirties, short dark hair, pretty face and dressed in a blouse and skirt with a pair of newish training shoes. I noticed a wedding ring on her finger. ‘Not at all’ I replied and gestured for her to sit down. ‘There is a toilet here you know’ I said, and she looked sheepishly back before replying that she knew, but it was occupied and she was desperate. She said that she was with her friends, but wanted to apologise. I replied again that it was fine, and rather clumsily said that ‘it brightened up a dull evening!’. I then caught a naughty glint in her eye, before replying ‘well I am glad of that’. She then said a cheery ‘goodbye’ followed by a quieter ‘see you again’ before returning to her friends.
I was about to leave when I noticed ‘Mrs P’ get up from her table and glance over at me before heading for the door. I took a split second to decide to follow her. I hung back about 10 yards and as I expected she went straight past the toilet and out into the pub garden. She opened the gate to the field and gave a quick glance around to check that I was following and no one else was around. I suddenly became nervous, but decided to follow anyway. I opened the gate and looked to the left again, but she was no where to be seen. I heard a voice to my right and she was standing under a dim light which served the car park. I honestly didn’t know what to do, so I approached a little closer before she gestured me to stop. I was about 3 meters from her. She stared into my eyes, before reaching down to hitch up her skirt before squatting down in the position I had first saw her. Her eyes remained focussed on mine, before she slowly looked down at her crotch and her exposed black panties. My eyes followed hers and I watched as she very slowly pulled her panties to one side to expose her pussy. Quickly a stream of piss began to emerge from her exposed pussy and her eyes returned to mine. I exchanged a glance before returning to watch her magnificent stream as it formed a small puddle in the grass. Eventually her stream subsided, and she pulled up her panties, adjusted her dress and walked past me towards the gate. ‘I hope you enjoyed the show’ she said with a big smile on her face ‘very much’ I replied and she then opened the gate and walked to her car and drove off.
I found the whole experience very erotic and was cursing myself for not asking for her number… I didn’t even notice her car make and model. I went home frustrated, but rather aroused and at least grateful I had a nice memory to hang on to. I doubted I would see her again…. Oh well.
Two months later I popped into the pub for a quick one, and as I entered the bar I immediately saw her. This time she was with a man, I assumed was her husband. She didn’t notice me and she seemed to be having a good time with her husband. As it was early summer she was wearing a summery red dress which showed off a fine figure and a decent bust. Again she looked pretty, but in a housewifey kind of way. I noticed that her hair was cut shorter than before. I did however find her very attractive. As it was summer there were kids playing in the field and so I realised that I would not be treated to a repeat show, so I decided to leave things well alone and quickly finished my drink to go home. As I approached my car I heard her call ‘wait’ as she ran up to me. ‘Listen, I think you enjoyed the last time we met and so did I. If you wanted to watch me again then please give me your number. I can’t offer anything else, as you can see I am married, but I was really turned on after last time’. I past her my card and she turned on her heels and walked away with the words ‘I will message you!’
For 2 weeks I heard nothing and then the following text appeared from an unknown number
‘Hello. It’s me from the pub garden. If you want to watch me again, please be at this location (what.three.words) and open the gate and go to the right. I will be there at 2pm tomorrow. Do not reply, just be there if you can. X’
I immediately decided to go to the meet, and for most of the following morning I was distracted. At around 1.55 I pulled into the place which was the entrance to a farmers field which was lit out to grass. I noticed a small red car was also parked there which I assumed was hers. I saw the side gate which I had been instructed to go through and waited 2 minutes until it was exactly 2pm. I walked through the gate and noticed a path to the right which I followed. About 100 meters there was a group of trees and as I entered I noticed Mrs P standing with her back to me. She was wearing the same red dress I has last seen her in and as I entered the glade she turned to face me. Again I walked towards her and she again indicated for me to stop approximately 2 meters away. She again looked me straight in the eye for a few seconds before reaching down to the hem of her dress. She reached under her dress, all the time looking me intently in the eye, and quickly pulled off a pair of red panties which she discarded casually onto the ground. She then slowly squatted down and pulled her dress above her waist, holding it in place with both hands. Her middle was completely exposed and i could see her well trimmed pussy very clearly in the bright summer sunshine. She took her eyes away from mine and looked down at her exposed married cunt as a slow stream of piss began to pour onto the ground. The slow stream became a torrent which continued for an age. Her eyes alternated between her piss and my own eyes which struggled to move away from the sight before me. After what seemed an age, her piss stream slowed and finally she was finished. She slowly stood and again adjusted her dress. She did not replace her panties however. ‘Good’ she said with an inquisitive side nod of the head? She then asked if I had half an hour to spare and she suggested we walk around the field. As we walked we chatted and she drank from a water bottle. She explained that she had always had a thing about peeing outside and being watched, but the night in the pub a few times was the first time she had ever been actually caught. I asked why she gave me a free repeat performance and she confessed that she didn’t have a clue why she took such a bold step.. perhaps the couple of glasses of wine helped? She reiterated at least twice that she was happily married and nothing else would happen other than her ‘special show’ as she called it. I complimented her on her figure and looks and she actually blushed. Our conversation continued and I learned she was a mom, and worked in software, and lived fairly locally. As we approached the glade after about half an hour she stopped and again looked me in the eye ‘want to watch again?’.. I nodded yes.. ‘so how do you want me to do it? Standing up, squatting? Do you want me to look at you? Do you want me to talk or remain silent?’ I was ill prepared for the questions, but after a few minutes thought i said ‘ squatting, like before. Cn you look at me and describe what you re doing?’…’also, can you take your dress off’.. she immediately said no to taking off her dress off, but said the rest was fine.
Once again she hitched her dress up to expose her cunt. ‘Nice pussy’ I said and she thanked me ‘but next time shave it smooth’…to which she laughed. I inched closer, now barely 1,5 meters away, but again she told me to come no closer. ‘So… look at my pussy lips. I am about to pee… I can feel it… watch carefully’… I focussed on her pussy, and nealt down so that our eyes were level ‘yesss’ she whispered as the stream began to flow from her pussy ‘feels so good… so warm… I can feel it coming out of my pussy lips… look how strong the stream is…’ her breathing became more rapid and she glanced down at her own cunt ‘wow…. So much piss!…tell me you love watching me’… ‘I love watching you’ I replied. Her stream stopped abruptly and she glanced up at me with a big smile on her face ‘so hot…so fucking hot’.
She quickly stood up and found her panties on the floor, put them back on and smoothed her dress back to respectability. ‘I see you liked it’ she said as she looked at the large bulge in my trousers. She then quickly brushed past me and I followed her to our respective cars. ‘I will be in touch’ she said, and drove off.
To be continued! |
