Moonlit Rendezvous

For me, the fascination of, and sexual arousal from, a woman peeing started just three weeks ago. It’s still so new and foreign to me, I wanted to sit down and get my thoughts on paper on how it started before some of the smaller details were lost to time.

I’m an attorney working for a large international firm. I work in San Francisco, usually logging too many hours at the office; tonight, however, I’ve set aside some time to get the following events down in writing while they’re still fresh in my mind.

Stacey is a litigation paralegal with us. As managing partner of the litigation department for our office in San Francisco, it was I who was first told about her Internet policy violations. As I sat in my desk on that Thursday afternoon, I couldn’t really believe my eyes as I looked at some of the printouts that Mark, our IT manager, presented to me; he told me that over the last few weeks Stacey had used her work computer to log into several adult sites, the printouts in my hand were from her three primary sites she visited. What shocked me, and what was so unusual, was that they were all sites dealing with pee and public urination.

I’m not a prude but that is not something I see on a daily basis, much less find out an employee is using company time and equipment to visit sites like this. I told Mark he did the right thing to bring it to me and that I would handle it. I also reminded him to keep this confidential. As he rose from his chair opposite my desk, Mark took one last look at the printouts in my hand and shook his head slowly as he exited.

I told my secretary to send for Stacey. About twenty minutes later Stacey was shown to my door and she marched into my office with all of the confidence of a young professional who know her place in the world and could handle anything thrown her way. Wearing a sharp white business suit, the jacket buttoned over her generous bosom so that it flattered her curves, she sat in the same chair Mark had occupied just earlier. In her thirties, she was attractive by most people’s standards with rounded curves, a full head of wavy brunette hair that cascaded down past her shoulders, and deep intense brown eyes that peered at me.

My heart was beating pretty hard as I reached over and handed her the printouts. Her eyes narrowed for a second as she studied them and then I saw the color drain from her face. She looked up at me with her mouth slightly open.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“You tell me.”

She looked back at the papers and then back up at me.

“I don’t know,” she said.

The lawyer in me became a little annoyed with her initial denial. Looking back, I realize how embarrassed she must have been but, at that moment, I just wanted her to confess and get this mess cleaned up.

“Don’t lie to me, Stacey. IT tracked you using the office computer to access these porn sites.”

She looked down at the papers again and then I could see her eyes begin to fill up with tears.

“Am I going to be fired?” she asked without looking up.

I cleared my throat. “Do you have any projects that are time critical for this week?”

She shook her head.

“Then you are suspended without pay for the rest of this week. Go home immediately. You are to report back to my office on Monday morning at 10:00 a.m. and your future with this firm will be discussed.”

Stacey rose slowly and reached her hand out towards my desk, holding the printouts. Her hand was shaking as she dropped the papers on my desk. She turned and shuffled out without looking back.

In retrospect, I realize that any reasonable supervisor, much less an attorney, should have immediately called the head of our human resources department into my office and turned this over to initiate termination. After all, she was in direct violation of company policy and Mark assured me it was her unique password used to use the computer.

But, I hesitated. I had not worked with Stacey much myself but I knew she was popular with the trial attorneys in the department and she had been with the firm for four or five years now. I was also still in a bit of shock that someone like her would look at perverted smut like this. And, frankly, talking to the head of HR, Mrs. Peterson, was a bit like talking to a head nun and principal combined; it was not pleasant. In short, I didn’t want to talk to HR about this . . . at least not yet.

So, I did something that probably changed my life forever; I rose and wandered down the hall to John Hopper’s office. John was my mentor, a close friend, and the former head of the litigation department. I have worked with John for almost twenty years now. As a senior litigator, he took fewer cases now. He was only 53, ten years older than me, but had decided to slow down a bit and enjoy life more.

It’s important to know one thing about John--he is a renowned ladies man. Currently single, he’s been married three times and has a reputation for chasing tail. He is much more free about sex than I am. Married, I have remained faithful to my wife while John has had numerous affairs. He always tells me that he admires my devotion to my wife but he is always lecturing and teasing me about opening up more with sex and having fun before it‘s too late.

On a business trip to Las Vegas several years ago, he took me to an all nude strip club. Although it was fun to watch the beautiful, and very naked girls, move their bodies and talk to us, I never got comfortable with the surroundings. John, on the other hand, made it very clear he was aroused and I know he ended up screwing a stripper later in his hotel room in the wee hours of the morning. Several months after that, he filed for divorce from his third wife. John is no saint, not by a long shot, but he is a lot of fun to be around and he’s a dynamite litigator, which probably explains why he is so good at getting women into bed and getting them to open up to new experiences.

When I showed John the papers in his office, he was sitting behind his desk and as he perused the printouts his lips tightened and he crossed his legs.

“When did you get this?” he asked.

I explained the timeline and my brief conversation with Stacey, including her suspension until Monday morning.

“What do you want to happen?” John asked.

“Fire her,” I answered, sighing a bit. I did not like the prospect of losing a solid paralegal who was good at her job but we could not have employees accessing pornographic sites on work equipment.

“Why did you come to me?” John asked.

“For advice, I think. To talk it out.”

“Do you want my advice?”

“Of course.”

“Is she good at her job?”

“You know she is.”

“Do you want to jettison a valuable asset just because she has a weird, fucked up sexual fetish?”

“She can’t do this on the company computers and she should know better.”

John raised his hand to stop me. “I completely agree. However, termination might be . . . too much in this situation. How many people know about this?“ John asked, nodding at the papers in his hand.

“Just the IT department.”

“How about this--as a member of the board I’ll take care of this. I’ll meet you on Monday morning before 10:00 and let you know where things stand.”

It was out of my hands, which made it much easier for me. I smiled, stood and got back to work.

Over that weekend, I worked some on both Saturday and Sunday in the office. My thoughts would occasionally float over to Stacey, wondering how John would handle the situation. I was soon to find out and the answer both shocked . . . and aroused . . . me in a way that blew me away.

On Monday morning, I hit the office at 8:30 a.m. It was quiet still quiet. As I walked towards my office I passed a janitor coming from the main conference room who was shaking his head. I was behind my desk for only about twenty minutes when John came in and handed me an envelope.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“How I dealt with Stacey.”

I frowned and opened up the envelope. It contained a CD. I looked up at John and raised my eyebrows.

“Stacey is not fired,” John said. “She will be reporting to work this morning as usual. I told her not to come see you this morning. I will talk to IT about monitoring her future computer access but she has assured me that her behavior will immediately improve or she will be fired.”

I held up the CD. “What’s this?”

“That is why she is still working here.”

John turned and headed towards the door. He stopped before walking out and looked back. “And, keep an open mind. You just might find it interesting.” He winked and walked out.

I put the CD into my computer. The movie player opened and the video started with the camera focused on Stacey sitting in an ordinary patio chair in a backyard that I did not recognize. She was wearing jean shorts that showed off her long shapely legs and a blouse that flattered her large breasts. Her legs were pressed tightly together with her ankles crossed in front of her. She wore open toed sandals. Stacey looked directly into the camera with her lips pressed tightly together.

“Do we have an agreement?” I heard John’s voice ask off camera.

One of her feet began to twitch before she answered in a tight, soft voice.

“Yes.”

I looked at the date and time stamp on the video. This was shot on Friday at 4:02 p.m.

“What do you want to tell me?” John asked.

“I broke company policy by using my computer to look at smut at work.”

“Why did you do it?”

“I don’t know.”

“I think you do know.”

She shook her head.

“Does it arouse you to think about pee”?

Her mouth opened slightly and she hesitated.

“I don’t want to answer that.”

“If you want to keep working at my firm, you will tell me.”

Stacey hesitated again and then asked, “What was the question?”

“Do you get aroused when you think about pee?”

“Sometimes,” she said quietly.

“Are you going to keep looking at this smut on a work computer?”

“No, sir.”

“Do you understand that if you do you’ll be fired?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you like to hold your pee on purpose for a long time”?

At this question, my mouth dropped open a little. A video taped confession, while it might raise some issues of coercion or duress, made sense; she couldn’t later deny accessing the sites. But, John’s question made me both uncomfortable and, for reasons I cannot even begin to understand or explain, I began to feel aroused . . . probably because I knew she had looked at pornographic sites along these lines and I was immediately fascinated to know if this appealed to her or even aroused her.

Stacey dropped her gaze away from the camera and she fixated on the ground in front of her.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

“why?”

She squirmed in her seat, her gaze still downcast.

“Do you have to pee now?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Why do you hold your pee?”

She squirmed again and then peeked up at the camera for a second before looking down again.

“I like how it feels when it gets full in me and then when I pee like that . . . the release feels . . . very good.”

I was suddenly aware that my cock was getting hard listening to her confess this to John and the camera.

“You like how it feels?”

“Yes,” she said, her breathing getting slower and deeper.

“Are you a bad girl?”

She didn‘t answer for several long beats before she finally said, very quietly, “I’m good.”

“How long have you liked this?”

“I don’t know . . . it’s been building for years.”

“How has it been building?”

“I’ve just always liked to hold it . . . see how far I can push myself before I go.”

“You like doing that?”

“Yes. It feels so good once I finally go. The release is amazing.”

“Why do you look at the sites?”

“I thought something was wrong with me and I became curious so I started looking on the Net.”

“Have you ever peed somewhere other than a toilet?”

“No, sir,” she said quietly.

“Did it excite you to see girls pissing wherever they wanted on those sites?”

Stacey looked up and slowly nodded.

“How full is your bladder?”

She paused for a few beats. “Full.”

“Do you want to release that pressure?”

She nodded her head slowly.

“I can’t hear you.”

“I want to pee, yes,” she finally said.

“Take off your shorts.”

She blinked a few times and her mouth opened slightly.

“I’m not that type of girl,” she said softly.