One Saturday afternoon I was in the park again, this time with my wife. After we had finished our jogging session she told me she would have to go for a pee, but was afraid that would be difficult as the park was full of people. In order to encourage her I said I had to take a leak myself, which was partly true, although I could well have held it until we were back home.
In the park we have our favourite place to go. In fact it consists of three separate spots. Let us call them pee areas one, two and three. All of them are situated about 5-7 metres below the level of the main park area. From one side there are stairs leading to these three areas. From the other side one has to descend a rather steep slope to get there.
These three areas differ considerably from one another. Area one consists of several scattered trees and a war memorial in a form of a two-metre-high wall with names of airmen fallen in both world wars. The wall provides a good cover at least from two sides for those peeing there. Area two is the most exposed one with only some scattered trees, whereas area three is the most secluded one, as similarly to areas one and two it has some trees in the middle, but is surrounded at two sides by quite dense bushes and ends with stone walls at the other two sides. So it is an enclosed spot with clearly marked boundaries.
As I said before, before leaving for home, we both went for a pee. The park was swarming with all sorts of visitors: people sunbathing, walking their dogs, kids playing ball, cyclists, etc.
It became clear that it was not possible to use area one or area two and I suggested mowing further towards area three. I entered the spot and took a short piss, while my wife waited outside. Then I told her it was “all clear”, and we went inside together. She did not hesitate any more, pulled down her running shorts and underwear and squatted down to relieve herself. As usual, I was standing behind her watching her trickling yellow stream as it came towards me. Suddenly a guy in his 50s entered the scene and started heading towards us. He was approaching us quite quickly and I knew he had a totally unobstructed front view of my wife peeing. She must have known it as well but she continued unabashed. For some moment I thought he would go past, but when he was some two or three metres away the turned abruptly to the right, came up to the stone wall, unzipped and started pissing himself.
As soon as my wife had finished she pulled up her shorts and we quickly left the spot. She did not comment at first but about five minutes later she remarked “There was some guy over there!” “Yes – I answered, “but he was there about the same business as you”. I did not want to discuss it in order not to discourage my wife from such actions in the future. Anyway, I was sure it must have been a lucky day for that unknown guy!
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