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pleasure of simple masturbation. I especially enjoyed it when I found myself outdoors somewhere and had to go behind some tall bushes or into the edge of a
forest. The cool fresh air on my exposed penis was always particularly exhilarating and pleasurable. There was something forbidden, something deeply secretive about playing with myself in the open
like that. It also generated an air of danger, coupled with the fear of suddenly being discovered by someone and having to flee with my trousers open and my erect penis sticking out. It never did
happen, of course, but the very thought of it sent shivers of additional excitement through my body.
    My accompanying fantasies often involved women, although their roles tended to be quite nebulous since I had no direct experience in that field. I usually just pictured the women stripping off
all their clothes and lying naked in front of me. I stood over them and sprayed their bodies with pee and come, particularly their breasts and the dark triangle I knew from pictures they had
between their legs. But even with that limited knowledge, the fantasies made my activities much more exciting and my orgasms more powerful and more gratifying.
    When I seriously started to date and sleep with women on a regular basis, my peeing fantasies receded into the background for a while, but before long they resurfaced again, stronger and more
intense than ever before. My fantasies reached the point where I kept thinking I should broach the subject when I was with a woman, but I was always too afraid of being ridiculed or outright
rejected, so nothing ever came of my intentions. In retrospect, it was just as well, because at that time I really didn’t know anything about the topic and probably wouldn’t have known
what to do, even if one of them would have liked my idea and had wanted to participate.
    Until Alicia came into my life. We met at a three-day science conference at the Convention Centre downtown. I walked into the lecture hall and found a vacant aisle seat not far from the back
where I usually like to sit. I sat down on the chair, placed my briefcase on my lap, and found myself sitting next to a woman, probably about my age, perhaps a bit younger. I nodded in her
direction and uttered a perfunctory, “Good morning.”
    She turned and smiled an engaging smile. “Good morning,” she replied in a pleasant, melodious voice.
    The lecture began and we both concentrated on the speaker and on our notepads. Yet I couldn’t help glancing at her furtively every few moments. She was scribbling furiously in her notebook
as if wanting to take in every word that was said, but I caught her looking at me several times and quickly averting her eyes before they met mine. There was something about her that attracted me
to her, something between us that made us more than just chance acquaintances in a lecture hall.
    When the coffee break came and we both rose, I turned to face her. “Peter,” I introduced myself and held out my hand.
    She smiled the same engaging smile. “Alicia,” she replied. She put her hand into mine and I could feel the warmth of her body flow through mine.
    We spent the coffee break together and chatted amicably about the lecture and the conference. By lunch time, we easily switched to more personal topics, beginning to reveal our lives and our
personalities, our dreams and ambitions, our likes and dislikes. Over the next several meals, we continued what we had begun, getting to know each other more and more closely, opening up our inner
selves, our togetherness. By the end of the conference, she invited me to her apartment.
    We slept with each other several times over the ensuing weeks and grew more familiar and more intimate with each other. I felt that the time had come where I could reveal my fantasy to her
without having to fear the repercussions. We had developed a sense of trust and mutual respect that made me think that even if she didn’t like the idea, she