1. The lady who wanted to be peed on


    Date: 1/8/2017, Categories: Fetish, Author: pomman 

    ... Then she is finished. I smile encouragingly at her, try to catch her eye but in vain. Suddenly she expels a sob. She lets her dress fall and runs past me while she frantically grabs her panties through her skirt and tries to pull them up. Then she disappears round the corner of the barn. I hear her running steps across the field. I don't understand. What is wrong? Troubled, I swiftly pick up her purse, which she apparently forgot, and run after her round the corner of the barn. I see her running back along the barn towards the tree-lined lane. She continues through the opening between the bushes along the lane, crosses the road and disappears down the hill on the other side. "What's going to happen now?" I think while I keep running after her, "Will she call the police?" I arrive at the lane, and there I discover her friends walking up the lane in my direction. I stop -- maybe they can help? They look at me. They look friendly and show the same good mood they had before: they laugh and act like they're having fun. In spite of my state of shock, I start to smile at ...
    ... them. I say dumbly, "What's going on?" Two of them take hold of each of my shoulders, and a third one pats my chest soothingly and says, "Marjorie is a bit special. She has done similar things with men before. Now she just needs to be alone for a while to calm down." "I see," I say, "so there is nothing wrong, then?" "No, not at all," says the girl on my left side, "There's nothing to worry about." The woman who hangs on my right shoulder says, "Give me her purse. I'll give it to her." I do as she says, say goodbye to the girls and walk down the lane towards the main road and my car. I start the car and drive on. After the car has passed the tree-lined lane, I cast a glance to the right towards the hill where Marjorie disappeared. There is no one to see. A farmhouse lies at the foot of the hill. There is light coming from one of its windows -- is she in the room behind it? Or has she gone back to her friends? Still strongly affected by the experience with the mysterious Marjorie I shift my gaze back to the road and continue my journey through the bright summer night.
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