When I went on my first date, with my now husband we connected immediately. It was both physical and emotional. We decided on meeting at a park near the both of us. We apparently had the same idea, because I brought a large bottle of white wine and he had brought a small bottle of whiskey for us to share on our picnic. Needless to say the conversation flowed as well as the alcohol.
After finishing most of our lunch, and the bottle of wine, we took a walk. Occasionally taking swigs from the bottle of jack. We were out of sight from most people when he said "hold on a second, I need to piss". He unzipped his black jeans and pulled down his boxers revealing his cock. He took it in his hand and seconds later he was peeing on the trunk of a tree. I stared without thinking, and couldnt help but notice how thick his flaccid penis was. He pissed for a bit and as it slowed down he began shaking and rubbing the shaft to get every last drop out. I had been desperate to take a piss for awhile now. I said "I am jealous how easy it is for men to pee outside". He laughed and said women can do it too. I told him I had been needing to go and was being shy. He encouraged me to squat near the tree he just watered with his cock. I was hesitant but let my bladder make the decision for me. I pulled my long dress up to my hips, showing I chose not to wear panties. I got into a squat and began pissing on the roots sticking out of the ground from the large tree. He happened to be watching while I went. I finished up and asked if he still had a paper towel from lunch. He got one out of the picnic bag and I wiped myself off and left it on the ground.
