Late Friday afternoon, after a nice meal unfortunately taken alone, I decided to take a walk in the woods behind my house. The pine needles were crisp and crackled under foot as I walked along. It was early evening and the sun was still quite high in the sky. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. Going deeper into the woods, I got past the pines and into a thick patch of oaks and sweetgum trees. They were dense enough to retard the undergrowth. I had never ventured through these woods before, but I consider myself experienced in the outdoors enough to not get lost.
I was following what appeared to be a rather well used path. It was sandy, with very few weeds or grass growing in it. It had two clear ruts forming the main pathway, with an occasional small clearing on one side or the other. Further into the woods, the trees thinned out, and there was more undergrowth around the trees. Past the undergrowth, I could see that there were occasional clearings just off the path. The woods weren't real hilly, having only a few small rises, just enough to give a nice panoramic view from the clearings. Up ahead, I saw a larger clearing off to the left, just a small distance from the path, but far enough that it wouldn't be seen from right next to it. A small flock of birds flew up in frenzy from the far edge, as if startled by something approaching.
Letting my curiosity get the better of me, and wanting to see across the small valley, I decided to cut through the underbrush and explore the clearing. The thought that it might have been a wild animal that startled the birds never occurred to me. Just short of the clearing, there was a denser pocket of trees with no undergrowth. I cut across toward the clearing. As I neared the clearing, I heard the distinct rustle of something moving across the bed of leaves not too far in front of me. Curious, I started walking in the direction of the sounds. As I neared the edge of the clearing, the sounds stopped. I froze in my tracks and listened intently. After a few seconds, I heard someone faintly humming. I carefully approached the sound, being careful to be as silent as possible. The clearing turned out to be a dried up lake. Along the edge were some medium to large rocks, so neatly arranged that I wondered if they had been deliberately placed there. Not ten feet in front of me sat the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Slim with a slightly round tummy and pear shaped hips, she appeared to be about five feet tall. She was sitting on the second rock with he feet propped up on the first rock, which was slightly smaller.
I quietly crept closer, holding my breath, hoping that I wouldn't make any noise. When I was about three feet from her and right behind the last row of trees, I knelt down to watch. She had pulled her shoes off, and was now taking her jeans off. She didn't have any panties on. She neatly folded her jeans and put them on top of her shoes on the smaller rock. She then climbed up to the top of the larger rock, turned straight toward me and put her feet almost right beside her hips. Her legs were spread wide, giving a clear view of her crotch. She reached down and rubbed her vaginal lips, parting them. Then she put her hands next to her feet and leaned over looking into her crotch. Her hips tightened slightly, and she started peeing. At first all she got out was a small trickle, but it soon grew into a flood, shooting completely off the rock.
She reached down with her left hand and let her stream spray across her palm and through her fingers. She stopped humming and started talking softly, as if carrying on a conversation with her crotch. I thought only men talked to their privates, I thought as I boldly crept a little closer. She was calling her crotch her beauty spot, and telling it that she wished there was a man there to watch. As her stream grew in intensity, I boldly spoke out that I would love to get closer and watch, or even help. Se stopped peeing, and looked around, asking who was there. I simply said that it was I, and I didn't mean to interrupt her relief.
She told me to come on out, since I had already been watching. I stood up and walked right up to her. Her titties were sticking out about an inch, making two neat little tents in the front of her sweatshirt. I told her that my name was Jim, and that this was my first walk in these woods. She said her name was Mary, and that she lived about a mile away on the other side of the woods, and walked through them almost every day. I asked her if she always came to this clearing and peed, and she said that she not only came here nearly every day, that on Saturdays, she came here early in the morning and sunbathed totally naked.
She looked back down at her crotch and started peeing again. Without looking up, she asked me if I thought that watching a woman pee was a pretty sight. I said that this was my first time ever seeing it, but yes I thought that is was real pretty. She asked me if I dated much, and I told her that I didn't have much luck with women, and hadn't dated for a few years.
Mary asked me to take off my clothes. She stopped peeing, and it didn't look like she was finished, It looked more like she stopped again. As I put my clothes with hers on the other rock, I casually said that I thought that women couldn't start and stop peeing. She said that she used it as an exercise to strengthen her muscles, which she had read about it in a book.
