Jim was 23 now, and he thought of himself as a typical horney male, with the possible exception of his fascination with women peeing. He had had this fascination for as long as he could remember. The trouble was, that while it wasn't that hard to get a woman to go to bed with him after a date or two, finding a woman willing to pee while he watched had been another matter. So far he had seen one do it in front of him, and she was as they say, "drunk on her ass" at the time. She was mortified that she had done it the next day. Moreover, she almost wouldn't talk to him after the incident and certainly would never entertain the thought of doing it again. Jim had been sober at the time, and it just as erotic as he thought it would be.
For some reason it was okay to screw somebody silly and be stark naked doing that, but peeing with someone watching was out of the question. Jim had peed in front of a few of his dates by leaving the bathroom door open when he peed, but that had never changed their position on the subject. When they peed, they closed the door tight and if he asked to watch the answer had been a resounding "NO!" Sooner or later he figured he would meet the girl of his dreams. He just had to keep trying. His date with Louise tonight was going to be another attempt. He didn't know if he would even get in her pants tonight, let alone get the thrill of watching her pee, but he figured he had to start somewhere.
Jim was supposed to meet Louise downtown at the annual arts and crafts exhibit that evening. She worked in the same high-rise building that he did, though for another company, and while they had talked for several months, he had never dated her. Having gotten to know her a little, he finally got the nerve to ask her for a date. At 20 years old, she was a real "looker," and Jim had just assumed that she had more dates and men hitting on her than she could handle. Much to his surprise she had said yes without even thinking about it when he had asked her out. Now that he had a date with her, he couldn't find her!
While he thought he understood where the meeting place was supposed to be, either she was late or he had it wrong. He waited there for about fifteen minutes before wandering around looking for her. The thought was beginning to cross his mind that he had been stood up. The weather was warmer than he had anticipated it being, and he was on his was back to his car to leave his jacket in it when he spotted her leaving the exhibit in what seemed like a bit of a hurry.
"Why are you leaving?" Jim finally asked her when he caught up with her. "I thought we had a date, I just couldn't find you."
"We do, but...uh...I gotta pee. I mean...I really have to pee."
"They have those porta-potties back there." he said pointing back to the exhibit. "I don't know where else you are going to find a toilet."
"Oh God I hate those smelly things. I'd rather pee my panties than use one of them."
"Well," he said, "There is a restaurant about three blocks from here, or my car is a little closer and we can just take you to my place. The trouble with this neighborhood is that there aren't any allies to slip into when you really have to go."
"I noticed that. I was going to try to make the restaurant, but let's just go to your place if you don't mind. I hate public restrooms." She said still walking briskly toward his car. "I think I can hold it. I guess that big glass of iced tea I had back there while I was looking for you just went right through me. Well, it was either that one or the one I had just before I left home."
Yea, that ought to fill the old bladder up. he thought. "Okay. I can get home pretty quickly I guess."
By the end of the next block, in spite of walking quickly, Louise was now walking funny, holding her legs together as she walked. This may have made it easier to hold it, but it also slowed her down. Jim found all of her antics rather amusing, but never let her know he was enjoying her plight. He secretly hoped that she did pee her panties.
"Oh the hell with it!" she finally said softly and stopped. She made it over to the nearest building and leaned back against it. "I can't hold it any longer. I'm peeing my panties!"
At first he didn't notice anything different. Nothing happened to her skirt, but then he didn't really expect it to. Then there was the faint sound of a few drips of pee hitting the ground. A few seconds later there was a small stream of pee coming straight down from under her skirt and splashing against the sidewalk. Damn. Here she was peeing in front of him and he still didn't' get to see it. This was better than nothing and more than he had hoped for, but it certainly wasn't what he had wanted. The odd part was that she didn't seem to mind him watching her pee her panties. She just stood there peeing and watching him while he just stood there watching her in fascination. He had hoped there would be that erotic hissing sound women often make when they peed, but there was nothing, just the sound of her pee hitting the sidewalk. He noticed that watching her peeing her panties turned him on so much that he was starting to get hard just watching her.
Louise stopped peeing after a few seconds and moved away from the building. "That's embarrassing. The first date with you and I pee my panties." she said with her head down. "I'm sorry."
Somehow she didn't really sound all that sincerely embarrassed or sorry about what had just happened. "That's okay." he said, trying to reassure her. "Really."
"It's really okay?"