The Playful Lady2

"Well, where shall I take them off?"

"Why don't you do it right now?" Frankie offered. There's no one along
the side, and the cars are going too fast to see anything. Just take
your things off and hold them, while I look for a laundromat!"

She drove on into the small town, while Henry struggled to get his
clothes off with some modicum of modesty. He readily removed his
shirt, shoes, and socks. The shoes, not too wet, he mopped up with a
towel and set on the floor in the back seat. Glancing nervously at
Frankie, he unfastened his pants and started to slip them off. "Look,
I'm sorry, I shouldn't be doing this; but it's what you suggested - I
hope I'm not embarrassing you!"

"It's me that should be embarrassed! Look, it's OK." Frankie was
looking straight ahead.

Henry managed to get the trousers off, then worked down his
undershorts. He positioned a couple of paper towels on his lap for
cover.

Frankie located a coin laundry on a side street. She drove past it,
finding a quiet street with adequate parking a block beyond. She
parked in front of a bit of vacant land. No one seemed to be nearby.
Opening her door, she turned to Henry, "OK, let me have your stuff.
I'll get it back to you as soon as I can. Good thing it's a warm day -
if you just stay covered, you'll be OK."

Henry felt a bit ridiculous sitting naked in the car, covered only by
a paper towel. He tried to slouch down in the seat to be less visible.
Going through his mind was how he got into this situation, and he
hoped it would be quickly over. Frankie seemed like a nice person, and
she seemed sincerely trying to be helpful, though she was a bit
insistent on her own ideas. Hoping no one would approach closely,
Henry tried to look inconspicuous as he awaited Frankie's return.

He tried to finish what was left of the food and drink, giving himself
something to do and at least some apparent reason to be sitting in the
car. He waited.

Three quarters of an hour after she left him, Frankie came back. She
was carrying what appeared to be a bundle of damp laundry. She
approached the car, and leaned into the window.

"Well, good news and bad news. I did get your clothes all washed, but
there's only one dryer and it seems to be broken, so I couldn't dry
anything. Why don't we just spread your things in the back seat, and
let them dry as we drive? I've done it before, and it seems to work. I
can hook everything onto the seat belts, so nothing will blow away;
and if we leave the windows open and keep going, everything should be
dry in a couple of hours."

Henry was flustered. "Isn't there any other way? Well, I guess not -
well.... I suppose I can sit here for a bit, but.." his voice trailed
off as he contemplated sitting next to Frankie, covered only a paper
towel, for a couple of hours.

"Not much else we can do. Sorry. Shall we get going?"

"Anyway, thanks for doing the wash," he commented, a bit nervously.

They drove with the windows open, as she picked up speed on the
highway. The wind was rushing through the car. The paper towel on his
lap flapped around, as he tried to keep it over his lap to maintain
some modesty. A piece blew away at one point, as he grasped another,
trying to cover himself. He was feeling very self conscious. He also
had another problem. He hadn't had a bathroom break since they
started, and with all the liquid he had consumed, he now had a full
bladder. He wasn't sure how to approach this subject with Frankie.

She glanced at him, furiously fighting the wind trying to whip around
his paper towel cover. She laughed just a little.

"Henry, I know it sounds awful of me, but you are losing that fight
with the wind and the towels. It would really be quite all right with
me if you just gave up and stuffed the towels away somewhere. I
promise I won't be offended, and I think you would be a lot more
comfortable."

She was obviously right. The towels were tearing, and weren't going to
last much longer, anyway. He could only accept her suggestion, though
he was acutely embarrassed. Although he was aware of the flush in his
face as he did so, he folded up what was left of the towels and
stuffed them under his seat. He sat beside Frankie, completely naked.
Between his loss of modesty and his full bladder, he had developed a
prominent erection, and his erect member was standing out clearly from
his thick patch of pubic hair.

Frankie glanced in his direction, obviously taking note of his aroused
state. "I really didn't mean to embarrass you, but maybe I've upset
you a bit - sorry. You look, well, uh - I guess I shouldn't be
looking, but I can't help it. I hope it's not bothering you too much -
just, well, I hate to say it, but, really, I don't mind seeing you
that way. Try to relax - I really don't mind!"

He knew she was commenting on his erection, and he didn't know how to
take it. "Thanks, but, I'm just not used to, well, having a woman look
at me. Not that you aren't being nice, and all, but I'm just not used
to it. And, there is one other thing. Are we going to stop for a break
any time soon?"

"Do you mean to eat?" she inquired. "You can't be hungry, we just had
lunch a little while ago. I'm not tired, yet."

"Well, I was thinking of a bathroom break. Do you need a stop?"

She smiled. "No, I used the ladies' room while the laundry was being
done. I won't need a stop for a while." Pointedly, she made no
reference to his possible needs.

Henry sat in increasing discomfort as his bladder demanded relief.
Naked, he could hardly get out of the car to use a public rest room,
or even on the side of the road, what with all the traffic there was.
She hadn't even alluded to his possible need, forcing him to bring up
the subject.

"I'm afraid I do need a bathroom break. Is there a place we could
stop?" He hardly knew what to suggest.

"I couldn't expect you to get out on the road - you're not really
dressed for it. Maybe, after your clothes dry...."

"That will be quite a while. I don't think I could wait."

"I'll think about it a bit. Sorry I got you into this, but I can't let
you get in trouble for walking around with nothing on. Can you last a
bit longer?"

"I'll try", he replied. Then added, "I really need to go pretty bad."

Frankie smiled. Henry was beginning to suspect that she was enjoying
his condition. They drew close to a roadside gas station. Frankie
pulled into it, parking a discreet distance from the pumps and the
adjoining small shop. "All that air is drying me out. I'm thirsty -
will you wait while I get us some drinks? Then, after we start, maybe
we can find a rest stop up ahead somewhere."

He nodded. She was gone only a few minutes, returning with two large
bottles of soda. She plopped into the drivers' seat, handing him one
bottle. "Go ahead - I got one for each of us!" He frowned a bit.
"Really, I had better not be drinking too much - it'll make things
worse. Maybe just a little.." He took the cap off the bottle and began
to sip slowly. He knew she was going to drink deeply from her bottle,
and he didn't want to seem unfriendly.

She opened hers and gulped down the contents. After two healthy swigs,
she looked at him, somewhat sympathetically.

"It really is bothering you isn't it? I wouldn't think you'd be that
uncomfortable - I mean, I didn't realize you had drunk that much. Are
you really full up, down there?"

"My bladder's very full - I really need to go, when we find a place."

She smiled. She felt a bit stimulated at his use of the name for his
organ. "I know what a full bladder feels like", she went on,
"sometimes it gets so hard and swollen - that's when it can hurt.
Yours isn't really hurting now, is it?" Her interest was obviously
aroused.

Henry squirmed a bit, as he sipped his drink. "It's pretty
uncomfortable - very full!" Henry was surprised at the openness with
which he was discussing his physiological need.

"Would you let me feel it? I'd just like to see if it feels as hard as
mine gets sometimes!" Her request shocked him just a bit. He was,
however, much in her debt, and it seemed impolite to refuse even such
a personal request. "Go ahead, if you want," he replied.

She reached her hand and placed it on his abdomen, feeling it gently,
pressing slightly. She moved it around a bit. His erect penis bobbed
around a bit, at one point touching the back of her hand. "Oh, I'm
sorry, I didn't mean to touch you there.... but, yes, I can feel where
your bladder is - and it is pretty hard. Oh, you are full!"

She withdrew her hand. "Thanks", she smiled. "I liked that. Let me
finish my drink, and we'll get going. " She took more gulps from her
bottle, her eyes glancing back to his erect penis. "You know, I kind
of like looking at you. I hope you don't mind."

"Look all you want. I can't do anything about it" he said, resignedly.
He felt extremely vulnerable and exposed, and her attention to his
private parts was both disturbing and somewhat pleasant.

She stared at him as she finished her drink. As she put the bottle
down, she asked him, "Would you mind if I touched it, just for a
moment?"

Not knowing how else to respond, he muttered a mild "OK". She reached
over with her left hand, and lightly brushed the shaft of his penis.
Then she grasped it firmly, giving it a firm squeeze, for just a
moment. Then she withdrew her hand and started the car. "Thanks again"
she said.

He couldn't quite figure her out. Obviously she was getting a bit of a
sexual thrill out of this, but where it was taking them was not clear.

She drove perhaps half an hour. She spotted a side road, going off to
an area of farm land. There were no trees near the road , but there
was wide grassy shoulder. The traffic on the highway was fairly heavy.

"Think this will do for a rest stop?" she asked. He gazed about in
wonderment, seeing no close cover. "I don't think I can get out here -
I'd be in clear view of the road. Maybe we need to find a place with
more bushes or trees, or at least some kind of protection!"

She got out, walked around the car to his side, surveying the
situation. "Guess you're right", she said. "You'll have to have a bit
more cover. But, as long as we're here, it's all right for me!"

"For you?" Henry reacted, in surprise.

"Yes, indeed. That last big drink really went to my bladder in a
hurry. Look, we can't do anything for you right now, but let me squat
down here for a bit of relief. I'll just stay here by the car, with
the door open, facing you. It'll be hard for anyone else to see, the
way the car's turned."

"Except for me!" Henry observed. "Should I turn around?"

"You don't have to. You've been a good sport, not griping about me
looking at you, so you can watch, if you want to!"

With that, she squatted down slightly, reaching under her skirt and
pulling her underpants down. She hiked up the skirt, as she stood in a
semi-squat. Then she said "Here goes!" and with that, released a
strong stream that shot forth into the grass beside the car.

"Gosh, that feels good!" she commented, looking straight at him, as
her stream continued.

"You're a tease!" he observed wryly. "Wish I could, too!"

His erect penis stiffened and quivered as he contemplated the woman
urinating in front of him. "Looks like you're enjoying the tease!" she
observed.

She seemingly was in no hurry. He sat, squirming slightly in the seat.
"Really, I need to go - maybe I could just aim out of the car --"

"No way!" Frankie answered quickly. "Hang on a little longer - you
can't expose yourself along the road!" She climbed back into the
drivers seat and they were quickly off.

The pain in his bladder was increasing, and its effect was his
erection was subsiding. "Frankie, we've just got to find a place for
me - I simply can't wait much longer!"

"Sorry, Henry, I'll look for a place up the road. I'm sorry I got you
into this spot. Look, it's really my fault."

Henry was a bit disturbed at her apology. "No, it's not your fault.
I'm really grateful to you for all you've done for me. I don't know
what I would have done after I missed the flight; and, after all, it
was you who found my wallet and went to all the trouble to find me and
return it! I'm really grateful, and I don't know what I can do to make
it up to you.."

"Really?" Frankie's eyes lit up. "Do you really want to do something
to make it up for me?"

"Right now, I just need a bathroom stop. But I'll do whatever I can to
make it up to you - I do owe you a lot." He grimaced a bit at the pain
in his abdominal region, but then tried to smile at Frankie.

She was slowing the car down, as they approached a bit of woodland.
"Henry, I have a confession to make. And, yes, there is something you
can do to make it up to me - that is, if you're willing!"

"What would that be? Just name it!"

"I will. Just let me find that place you're looking for.." she turned
the car into an unpaved side road that seemed to go through a patch of
woodland to the side of the highway. The small road was apparently
deserted. She pulled far enough away from the highway to be into the
wooded region, then stopped the car at the side of the small road.

"I have a confession, as I told you - and a request," Frankie began as
she shut off the engine. She looked at Henry and her face flushed a
bit. She gulped nervously, then began.

"I admit I'm enjoying this. You are a real turn on for me. I have
dreamed about being with a man who needs to pee so bad he can hardly
hold it in, and here you are. And naked to boot - I don't mind saying
I love seeing you naked. There haven't been many men in my life, and
this is the best adventure I've had in a long time." She looked
directly at his penis, no longer erect. "Your - your" she stammered as
she wasn't sure how to refer to his penis, "..part.. isn't stiff any
more. But what I'd like you to do, is just get out and stand where I
can feel your hard bladder and .. your other parts; for just a few
minutes; and then you can pee - but I want you to let me hold you
while you do!"

Her request was explicit. Henry understood. "I can hardly hold it, but
if it's that important to you, I'll try!" He sensed the sexual tension
of her proposal, but the distress in his bladder was almost more than
he could handle.

He stepped gingerly from the car, to a spot a few feet away, hidden in
the trees. He felt extremely uncomfortable, terribly vulnerable, and
strangely exposed as he stood there without a stitch of clothing on,
while this female companion stood in front of him, grinning and
obviously enjoying every moment of it. "I feel silly without anything
on, and I don't think I can hold very long, but go ahead and feel what
you want" he told her, somewhat in resignation. ""You don't have worry
about being seen, you've got all your clothes on!"

She placed her hand on his abdomen and began to feel it all over,
slowly. She pressed on it, but very gently. Her other hand lightly
touched his flaccid penis. Suddenly, he was aware that his erection
was returning.

"Hey, did I do that?" she questioned. "I'll be gentle. Just hang on.
Would it help you hold if I hold it tightly here?" she indicated by
squeezing his penis slightly. The sensation was strange to him, at
once erotic and slightly painful. His bladder was indeed hard and
very, very, full. He tried to restrain it. He was tempted to try to
hold himself with his hands, but obviously she wanted to handle him,
so he tried to stand as still as possible while she held his private
parts and ran her hand over his abdominal skin.

"I do have all my clothes on," she said, replying to his earlier
comment, "but, remember, I did let you watch me pee!"

"With a skirt on, I might add!"

Carefully she ran her hands over his abdominal region, pressing
slightly on his bladder from time to time. He winced as she did this,
gritting his teeth a bit, trying to endure the pain as she played with
him. He knew he owed her a debt, but somehow he wished she could get
it over with a bit faster. He was getting used to the humiliation of
being naked in front of her, but the internal discomfort was just
getting worse, and though he squirmed and clenched his muscles a bit,
it wouldn't go away.

Frankie seemed in ecstasy. She obviously loved playing with his penis
and lightly pressing his bladder, quite aware of the feelings it
caused him. She didn't stimulate him enough to bring him to anything
approaching orgasm, but enough to keep his erection firm. She squeezed
his penis from time to time, but didn't rub it or pull it. She toyed
with his pubic hair, pulling it occasionally. Her interest and
excitement was obvious, but she showed no sign of wanted to progress
beyond this bit of what some might callplay. She seemed content to
want to touch and handle him, while keeping her eyes focused on the
private parts of naked body.

Twice he said something like, "I really can't hold on any longer",
comments which she chose to ignore. She looked at his face every few
moments, smiling richly. Her enjoyment was obvious. He responded
simply with a pained expression. He had trouble holding his body still
for her.

Gradually, however, he noted his erection was longer and firmer, even
with her minimal stimulation. He felt the pain in his bladder less;
not that it was becoming reduced or absent, but more as though it was
being moved to the background, replaced by some new sensation. He
actually got to the point where he felt he could continue to hold on
without relief, and inwardly even wanted her to continue.

She sensed his feeling. Commenting on his penis. "Look how long and
stiff it is - does it ever get any longer? A few minutes ago it was
soft and, well, sagging; now look at it!" She was looking indeed. He
somehow wanted her to continue looking, no longer embarrassed, just
pleased and aroused that she found his anatomy interesting.

She played a few minutes more, careful not to touch his penis more
than an occasional light squeeze. Eventually she seemed to rather
reluctantly stop her activity and drop her hands.

"Thanks", she said, softly. "I liked that. It was nice of you. Now do
you want to pee?"

He nodded, with a sigh; partly acknowledging his acute need for
relief, partly sorry that her handling of him seemed at an end.

"I'll help!" she added. She turned him toward the trees, and gently
held his penis, pointing a bit upward, stiffly erect. "Let go whenever
you want", she instructed.

He tried. Despite the intense pressure from within, it wasn't easy to
release with a stiff erection and after holding for so long. He tried
to relax. Her grip, however gentle, wasn't making things any easier.

"I'm trying - I don't usually do this with someone holding me, and not
with a woman watching. Oh, I need to go, but it's hard to start!"

"I'm patient. Take your time." She apparently relished holding his
penis, even with her very light touch.

Eventually a few drops appeared on the tip, then a stream slowly
started. As it did, his erection subsided slightly. His stream gained
force, shooting out in an upward arc and falling noisily to the
undergrowth. She never let go, but manipulated his organ a bit,
changing the direction of the stream. She looked him, smiling broadly.

It must have taken two or more minutes for his stream to abate. She
loved every second of it, moving the stream about. Finally she let it
aim downward as his bladder approached empty. When the stream stopped,
she asked, "Is that all?"

"Isn't it enough for you?" he asked, glad of the relief he finally
had. He wondered what she would do next. She was hard to predict, and
he had no clue as to her intentions.

"Let's get back in the car", she proposed. "After another hour or so,
your clothes may be dry enough for you to put on. Meanwhile - well, I
like having you in the car naked. Do you mind very much?"

"I'm sort of getting used to it. You are one strange lady!" After
saying this, he wondered if he had chosen the right words. He didn't
want to hurt her.