I was driving Polly to the Debate Tournament at Fairview College, about 80 miles from our own campus at Middleton. It was a gorgeous Spring day and the semester was going to be over soon. This was the last debate of the school year for us. Polly was one of two women from Middleton who were debating today. I was the only man. Susan was riding over with the debate coach, Mrs. Foster. Anyway, we had decided to leave early and take our time through the picturesque hilly, wooded country off the main state highway. It was a nice, pleasant drive on the less crowded county roads. Flowers were blooming everywhere we looked, and the trees and bushes had already greened out. Polly said, "I need to stop at the next gas station." "You need to visit the ladies' room?" I asked. "Yes, please." "Okay," I replied, "but it may be a while. I think the next town is still about 25 miles or so." Through these hills on the windy little roads, we were probably only averaging about 30 miles an hour. "Yes, I know. I think I can wait." She went on chatting about the lovely scenery, occasionally pointing out some unusual type of vegetation or an interesting outcropping of rock. "Oh, look! See those beautiful purple blossoms on that bush there. See? There's another coming up along on the other side!" "They sure are, Polly." I glanced over at her to smile at her and let her know I really meant what I said about how pretty the flowers were. I noticed she had crossed her legs beneath her just-above-the-knee length skirt. Her thighs seemed to be pressed together tightly. I looked back to the road quickly, and didn't say anything about my suspicion. I didn't want to embarrass her, but I figured she need to go more than she was letting on. We drove on as before, enjoying the relaxed drive. At least I was. After about 20 minutes, there was a bit of urgency creeping into her voice: "I really do need to go! Maybe we could stop someplace along here." "Well, maybe. I'll look for a turnout." "I'll watch, too. Slow down a bit so I can see up ahead better." Since there had been no traffic for quite a while, I slowed down to about 20. I had observed earlier that there were sometimes little dirt sideroads that just seemed to squeeze between the bushes and trees that generally lined the highway. "This is really embarrassing." Polly said kind of shyly. "When we find a place to pull over, you'll have to let me find a private spot back in the bushes somewhere." "Yes." I nodded and glanced over at her. There was just a tinge of color in her cheeks. She certainly was embarrassed at having to mention her predicament to me and have me help her find an out of doors "bathroom". Meanwhile, I was thinking about her squatting down to pee out in the woods, and it was turning me on just a bit. But I didn't say anything to Polly about that, not wanting to further embarrass her or scare her. I had really taken a liking to Polly this past year, as we practiced our debates together, and sometimes squared off against each other. When she accepted my offer of a ride to Fairview, I figured that would give me a chance to score some points with her, and get to know her even better. If she seemed to enjoy my company, well, then I might ask her out again soon. I certainly wouldn't mind romancing her a little, maybe even getting into a sexual relationship with her. "Right there!" she said suddenly. Sure enough, there was a narrow gap just between the evergreen shrubs up ahead on the left. As we got closer, I could see the tire tracks where other cars had pulled off the road. I slowed and eased the car between the plants that rubbed the length of the car on both sides, the gap was that tight. I glanced over at Polly again. Her eyes were searching the greenery on her side of the car, looking for a good place to stop. I looked down at her lap, and saw that she was indeed squeezing her thighs together, and shifting them nervously. After we had gotten about 20 yards off the highway, I started to see some open spaces within the overgrown vegetation. I pulled to a stop by a little path, and turned off the engine. Opening the door, Polly said, "Wait here, please. I'll be back in just a few minutes, okay?" and hopped out. Almost immediately after she closed her door and disappeared down the path, on a sudden impulse, I quietly opened my door, got out, and gently pushed it almost closed. All of a sudden, my heart was beating wildly, as I thought about what I was doing. I was trying to sneak down a nearby route through the bushes, parallelling the path Polly had taken, hoping to get a glimpse of her as she peed. I was worried that she might catch me watching her, but I was even more excited by the thought of her naked bottom, squatting down there in the bushes! My face was all hot, my heart was still racing, and I was getting very warm in my crotch. Hard, too. Very stealthily, trying to see where she had got to without her realizing I was there, I moved along as quickly as I could to catch up to her. I was hunkering over so that I could see her without her seeing me. Then I saw her just ahead, still walking, moving away from me. Her white blouse helped to make her very visible in all the green. I was glad I had on a dark colored sweater and trousers. I followed past a few more bushes, and then saw that she had stopped in the middle of a little glade. She turned back towards the way she had come, which meant she was almost but not quite facing in my direction. She sort of turned her head this way and that, scanning the horizon to make sure that no one was in sight. Of course, she was looking around her at standing height, looking over the bushes. I was peering at her through little gaps in the leaves on the bushes, so I couldn't see her real well, but I couldn't do more without taking a chance of her seeing me. Plus, I had the advantage that I knew she was there, just 15 feet or so away. I knelt very still, afraid almost to breathe for fear she would hear me or notice the motion. Then Polly reached under her skirt on both sides of her hips, raising her hands up to grasp her panties. I saw a flash of her white undies, and her creamy upper thighs, and then she was pulling them down. Her skirt dropped back down as she lowered her pants, so I couldn't see her bush. But then she squatted on down, with her feet planted apart, and spread her knees wide, with her panties stretched between them. She lowered her bottom near enough to the ground that it was no longer hidden by her thighs or her panties, and now her skirt was propped up in front above her thighs. I could see her pubic hair right in her crotch, two rows of thick, dark curls that hid her other secrets. My cock was really hard, now! She had her eyes closed, as if concentrating, so I took the opportunity to shift my position slightly, very quietly, for a better view right between her outspread legs. Just then, with kind of a "whooshing" sound, her pee came gushing forth from between the curls that covered her pussy lips. It streamed forward onto the ground just between her toes. She was looking down now, watching to make sure she didn't wet on herself. She kind of eased her feet slightly wider apart, kind of wiggling her bottom in the process, which made her stream of pee spray first to the left and then to the right before settling down right in the middle, again. The sight of Polly like that was incredibly erotic. The forbidden fruit of seeing her peeing! She was still gushing. She really had needed to go, badly! And I was glad! I continued to enjoy the spectacle before me. When she began to slow down to short spurts, I knew her unknowing display was about to end. Then the pee stopped, but she still squatted there, as if trying to squeeze out a few more drops. A few drops did dribble from her pussy lips and thick hair. Now my thoughts were turning to how I was going to get away from here and back to the car, undetected, before Polly got there. Now I realized that with her facing in this direction, I didn't dare leave now. I just had to hope she didn't come right my way as she left. Then I hoped I could sneak back along my parallel path and get ahead of her. Now she had completely stopped peeing, as far as I could tell. I could see a big dark area of damp earth and grass with droplets glistening beneath her. She reached up to her sleeve, and pulled out a tissue she had stuck there. She used it to wipe herself, right down between her lips, and then dropped it on the ground. Then she stood up, looking around again, and pulled her panties up, wiggling her bottom to get them fitted right. The show was over! Now to make my getaway! My heart was pounding again. Polly seemed to have gotten turned around, so that she didn't seem to be sure which way to go. She started off diagonally toward the road, in the general direction of where we had driven in. Then after walking 10 feet or so, she seemed to get better oriented and turned more towards the car. I used the opportunity to make my way on my own path. Still, it was soon apparent that she would get to the car just as quickly as I would. I had an inspiration then. Just before I got to the dirt road, I turned away from Polly's path, deeper into the woods. Well out of sight of the car, I stopped in a secluded spot, and unzipped my trousers. It seemed a good idea, and only reasonable, that I would take the opportunity to relieve myself, too. That would explain to Polly why I wasn't still waiting in the car. I pulled my semi-hard cock out, and was having trouble starting to pee. It took me a moment or two to relax myself enough to let loose. Then I began, playing the stream around among the shrubs and flowers there. Daydreaming, I was remembering the sight of Polly as she had squatted to pee. I had to pee a lot, too. All of a sudden, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. There was a startled sound: "Oh!" I turned my head. It was Polly, standing there watching me with my cock in hand, peeing in a big arc! Needless to say, I jumped, sending my stream spraying wildly. My face reddened; I could feel its flush. Still, I was really excited by the thought of her watching me! And she did seem to be interested in what she was seeing. So I didn't turn away or try to hide what I was doing. Polly's mouth was open as if she were genuinely surprised to come upon me like that. But she kept on staring! Finally, she stammered, "I'm sorry. I got lost." She was still staring! "I didn't mean ... to ..." she was stammering now, and blushing. But still looking. Then she turned and left. When I got back to the car, she didn't look at me. She was sort of looking down at her lap, as if she were embarrassed at what she had done. After a bit, she said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ... spy ... on you. I really was lost ... " Her voice trailed off again, as she blushed furiously. "Well ..." I softly chided her, "you didn't have to keep staring at me." She blushed some more. After a long pause, she said, "I know ... but I just couldn't ... take my eyes away, even though I knew I should." I stared hard at her, enjoying her discomfort. Then she said, very softly, as if admitting her guilt, "I never saw a guy pee before ..." But then she added, "At least not since I was real little." Her embarassment had turned to a nervous rambling on. "There was a little boy next door, and one day while we were playing ..." She ran down, and was silent, looking at her lap, not glancing back at me. I decided to interrupt her silence. "You mean the old 'you show me yours and I'll show you mine' routine." She still didn't look at me. A slight flush crept up her cheeks again, and she finally nodded her head yes. "And maybe even the 'I'll let you watch me if you let me watch you' thing?" I asked, excited by her reluctant admission. Her cheeks grew even rosier, and she lifted her eyes to me briefly, then lowered them again, as she nodded and whispered, "Yes." She looked like she felt very guilty - but whether by her little-girl games, her admitting to me what she had done way back then, or by her watching me earlier - I wasn't sure. Maybe all three. I felt I had an excellent opportunity. "Well, I guess you owe me one ..." I said softly, wondering how she would react. "What?" she said nervously, jerking her head toward me for a brief instant. She looked away, but I could see her cheek and even her ear were bright red. She didn't say anything, and I thought maybe I had pushed her too far. "Fair's fair." I said, probing even more. "I said it was an accident!" she whispered, looking down at her lap. After another minute of silence, and her avoiding looking at me, I said, "We'd better get going." I started the car, and began backing to the road. She kept looking away, and said nothing more for the rest of the trip. Her hands rested protectively in her lap, and she looked very nervous, it seemed. I wondered if she was considering actually agreeing to let me watch her, out of her sense of guilt or 'fair play' or whatever. She wasn't letting me in on her thoughts, though. She spent a lot of time avoiding looking at me, and biting her lip. For the rest of the trip, every time I would look over at her legs stretched out from under her short skirt, I would remember the vision of her bare thighs and bottom as she squatted down in the woods, and my cock would stiffen in my pants. I don't think it was too obvious, and Polly didn't seem to notice, wrapped up as she was in her thoughts. Maybe she was remembering her view of me, with cock in hand, spraying my pee in a big arc onto the flowers! Whatever, I intended, on our trip home, to press her again about "turnabout's fair play." The End