Within minutes they were in the park area.  Kevin drove around until he found a
parking place in the wooded area.  Parking the car, he stepped out, and held the
door for Grace to exit.

"Should we go over there?" Grace indicated an area heavily covered with bushes,
just a bit away from the road.  He nodded, locked the car, and followed her.
He could see she was fidgeting noticeably as she walked, her physical discomfort
apparent.  Not surprising, he thought, as he considered his own.

They proceeded perhaps thirty yards into the bush covered area.  Grace, leading,
stopped and turned to Kevin.  "Shall we hold - I mean wait - here?" She laughed
a bit at her slip of tongue.

Kevin looked at her for moment, gripping herself with her hands reaching to her
pubic area, now unshaken by any concept of modesty.  As her body trembled a bit,
her breasts, unrestrained by any bra, quivered.

He tried to distract her with a bit of a commentary on the park and its
surroundings.  For a few minutes they were able to talk of rather mundane
subjects, though it was obvious her discomfort was approaching its limits.

Kevin, straining to control his own full bladder, considered that he was losing
the contest.  Just as he started to speak to admit to it, she pressed her hand
against her stomach and announced,  "Kevin, I just can't hold it any longer -
I've got to give up -  where do you want me to go?"

"Why - right here's fine!" he remarked, finding it hard to believe his ears.

Not waiting for any command from him, she kicked off her shoes and began
unfastening her dress.  She hung it on a nearby bush, then in a single rapid
motion, pulled off her panties.  She stood facing him, naked, her body trembling
a bit, her breasts shaking visibly.

"Ready?" she asked.

He nodded.   She relaxed herself, looking directly at him.  She spread her legs
a bit, then asked him "Can I squat some?  It would be easier - or do you want me
to stand?"

"Standing looks great-" he said, softly, nervously, looking at her pubic region.
She nodded and held her pose.

Gradually a stream began to pour from her.  At first it ran down the inside of
her leg, then as it became stronger poured out from he, almost straight down.
It struck the ground with a splash and began to spatter over her bare feet.  She
stood, frozen, virtually in shame at what she was doing. Her eyes never left
his.   His eyes never left her crotch, as he watched her profuse discharge.
Both of them seemed locked in a perverse fascination at what she was doing in
front of him.

Gradually her stream ended.  She hardly knew what to do.  "I didn't bring
anything to wipe with - and I need to!" she commented slowly, now looking down
at herself.

He felt through his pockets. "I don't have anything with me - maybe back in the
car-" he gestured toward the direction of the road.   Suddenly his own need
seemed overpowering, and he spoke out to her of it.  "You almost won - I was at
the point of giving up!  Now I need to--"  he didn't quite know what to say.

Grace, standing naked, and making no move toward her own clothing now hanging on
a bush, came a bit closer to him.  "Why don't you just go ahead?  I'd like
that!"

He needed no further invitation.  He began to unfasten his pants, starting to
turn away from her in a gesture of modesty, then realized that at this
particular moment modesty was not the most appropriate behavior.  He simply
faced her, but his eyes averted hers, as they focused downward.  He withdrew his
penis, and tried to relax his sphincter muscles.

This time her eyes were the ones that fixed on anatomical features.  She stared
openly at his organ, becoming slightly erect under her glance, as his urine
stream began.   He couldn't bring himself to look at her, knowing she was
staring at his private parts.  He concentrated on his need for relief, now
slowed a bit by his obvious arousal.

He held his position, his penis extending almost straight out, and projecting a
stream that embarrassed him further but its distance.  She watched the
performance as though she were a schoolgirl sneaking a peek.  It was he who
seemed flustered and distressed at the loss of modesty in this private act, yet
it was she who was standing unclothed.  Gradually he grasped the irony of it,
and he brought himself to look at her face.

She smiled and came a bit closer.  "Let me help you," she said, and, very
gently, reached out to hold his discharging penis in her hand, replacing his
own.   He couldn't imagine her doing this, and could think of no response.  He
just let her hold until his stream ceased.  At that point she released her grip
and stepped back.  She turned and reached for her clothes as he fastened his
pants.

Without further words, she dressed and the two of them returned to the car.
They entered, and he drove them away.

They exchanged only a few pleasantries as they returned to the hotel.  He pulled
the car up to the front of the hotel.  She opened her door, starting to exit.

"I'll be leaving.  I may not see you again - but thanks for a great, a really
wonderful day-  thanks for everything.  I mean everything!"  She smiled and
withdrew from the car.

He was at a loss for the right words.  "Loved every minute of it", he answered.
"Every minute - and if you get back here, I'll hope to ...  to see you!"   She
closed the door and began to pull away.

"Can't believe it!" he thought to himself.  "She's a lady like I never met
before!"  He shook his head as he drove away.


END