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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 kumköy escort bayan 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 kumköy escort 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 the flies of my pants and move my hands to the zipper. What is she thinking now? A few seconds ago she laughed and had fun with her friends. Soon she will find herself in a situation where a strange man is peeing in front of her. This must be an exciting moment for her! I open my zipper. My penis appears. She can see it from her position next to me. A jet of pee shoots out of my cock into the bush in front of me. At this moment, I shift my gaze from my cock towards her, expecting to see a smile on her face. She stands in the same place but is about to turn her face away from me. I am amazed — didn’t she want to see me pee? Suddenly I get an impulse. Quickly, I turn the pee stream towards her. There is a rustling sound as the pee stream sweeps over some leaves, and there some pee drops fly past her throat. It is uncertain whether the pee stream has hit her. Now I aim at her ankle. The lowest part of her dress moves, so the pee stream has probably hit it. I swing my pee stream upwards, towards her shoulder. Now she has Escort kumköy undoubtedly been hit. However, it is unclear whether she has sensed something because her dress is long and has 3/4 sleeves, so maybe no pee drops have landed on her skin. However, then she starts giggling, so I assume that she has noticed that I have peed on her. She begins to move slowly away from me while she with a gesture with her hand suggests that I follow. I stop peeing, stick my dick into my pants, and follow her like an obedient dog. She walks in the direction of a passage between the short side of the barn and the rocky knoll. I start thinking about her friends. What are they doing now? Do they look at us? What do they think? A glance at the thick, tall bushes along the lane tells me nothing — her friends are not in view. Have they gone? “No, they are probably looking at us from behind the bushes,” I think, “That’s why she leads me to behind the barn where we can be more private!” We enter the passage, and she stops. I look around. A kind of roof, maybe a barn bridge covers us. The ground is rocky. The air is raw. She puts her handbag down and lifts her skirt. A pair of white silk panties with lace edges appears. It more highlights than hides her heart-shaped and plump butt. She lifts her skirt halfway up her back. A naked part of her back is visible above her panties. I quickly take my penis out of my pants and point it at the small of her back. The pee stream hits. Pee squirts out to the sides, and there is a splashing sound. I lower the pee stream and aim at the middle of her panties. There is no pee running down her knickers, so the pee stream probably passes through the fabric. She gives a start.