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The lady who wanted to be peed on

I travel by car in a valley in the rural North. The narrow road winds along the side of the valley. Houses lie scattered along the road. It is summer time. The hour is late, and it starts to get dark. I need to take a leak and look for a place to stop. A tree-lined lane takes off to the right a little further ahead. There is a milk ramp by the road just in front of where the lane takes off. No one is likely to deliver milk at this time of day, so I decide to park there. I step out of the car and take a glance at the surroundings. The lane is on my left-hand side. It slopes upwards. A field lies in front of me, and there's an old barn on the other side of it. A small, rocky hill lies to the right of the barn and the field. I decide to pee up by the barn. I step into the field and start walking towards the barn. As I approach it, I hear laughter. Immediately to the left of the barn, four or five ladies appear through an opening between the dense, tall bushes that grow along the lane. They are on their way down the lane towards the main road. They are apparently coming from a party because they are dressed up and are in a good mood. One of the ladies is a bit taller and more beautiful than the others. She discovers me as she passes the opening between the bushes. Suddenly, a woman emerges through the opening between the bushes, and she's heading straight towards me. Ouch — now I have to find a different place to pee! She's the tall woman I just saw. I must admit that she is ...

... beautiful. She has a narrow face with fine features and long, wavy, black hair that reaches her chest. She wears a long, white evening dress that accentuates her slender body, and she holds a purse in her hand. She casts a swift, sort of inviting, sweet smile at me. I smile back. She rounds the corner of the barn and chooses the direction along the barn. Her movements are slow. My direction is still the same, towards the barn. I follow her with my eyes. What will she do? Is she going to pee? But must she do it in front of me? "I'll follow her, see what she's up to," I think, "I have a feeling that she won't mind." I turn in the same direction as hers. Now we walk next to each other at a distance of three to four yards. It is as if there is a bond between us. A sense of joy fills me. We continue moving in this way until we reach the rocky hill that borders the field. We stop in front of some bushes at the foot of the hill. She stands just two yards away from me now. She looks at me. First, as if worried, she pulls her eyebrows together. Then she smiles encouragingly at me before she casts her head upwards and to the side as if to say impatiently, "Come on -- get a move on!" I look at her, confused. Why doesn't she talk -- is she dumb? I feel like a little boy who is told by her mother to hurry to pee. The situation seems unreal, and I am uneasy, but my bladder is full, and this is not the first time a woman sees me pee so why not? I decide to follow her game. I lower my gaze to ...