It was a Monday evening. I had finished dinner with several glasses of wine, left the restaurant and was heading for home. The wine had me - and I was desiring some stimulating conversation - so I changed directions and headed to a quiet wine bar near my current location. I had been there a few times, noting that it was mostly a lesbian hangout. I was surprised to find a parking space directly across the street from Louies in a quiet residential neighborhood. I parked and walked in - hoping that I may find a younger male to spice my evening up, while sipping on another glass of red wine. The thought had me aroused. Louies was empty, except for the bar tender - she was young, tattoed, pierced, had short spiked hair - not your typical bar tender, appearance wise. But she was very anxious and open to engage in conversation, especially after i order a glass of "Bitch" (the name on the bottle of red wine which i had read about in the Chicago Trib food section that prior week). Bartender Jamie started talking about her recent trip to California - it was a freaky trip. Her friends had taken her to some girl bars that she fancied. My mind was now changing directions - and i started to recall one of my first visits to California, LA area. I assured Jamie that I understood how freaky California bars and patrons can be, hinting that I had some similar experiences several years ago. Our conversation was frank and open - after all, we were the only ones there and no one to interrupt, except Jamie' current girlfriend calling on the cell. I don't recall exactly what I said, but Jamie was very inquisitive about what exact kind of fetish I was into - she asked point blank style while stating that even some people were into peeing and.........? She had opened the door of our conversation into a topic that I almost never discuss in public - but I could honestly tell by her general appearance and our 30 minute conversation that she was into hearing about others kinky fetishes. I had already established that I was a bi-sexual male who had been active for several years in a fetish and was open to talking some about it - so it was natural for me to tell her of my involvement with pee play and watersports and that I was very much into BDSM and dominatrix-es. By then, I was on my second glass of "Bitch" and second glass of accompanying water. We also had established that I was relatively new to Chicago and was not very familiar with the GLT scene. I also quickly let her know i was into pee drinking and showering and the erotic-ness of it all. She was fasinated because I didn't look the part, appearing as very straight professional type guy. I assured her that I was for real - and if she wanted she could shower me right there, right then! I volunteered to lay on the floor behind bar and she could pee all over me. I knew that she couldnt do that even though we were alone. About that time, her lover gf came in. Our conversation continued as we Jamie and I updated her gf. I also invited her to pee on me there and then. She also refused my invitation. But, the two of them suggested I go to a gay leather bar, where they had witnessed guys peeing on each other - the bar was within a mile of Louies. By then, I was graving some nice warm pee to sip on - so I asked Jamie and her gf if they would like to fill my glass with their pee for me to drink, but again they refused. However, they both had a solution for me. I could fill my own glass myself, after all, I had confessed that I had often pee'd on myself and shot my pee directly into my own mouth - so up I got - went into the restroom and came out with a full glass of my own pee. The 3 of us still alone in the bar, I raised my glass to my lips, stuck my tongue into my warm piss, stirring it, then sipping it between my lips. Their eyes trained on me to make sure i didnt spit it back into the glass. I smiled and uuummmm-ed. He is for real they said, as I took a couple more sips, half emptying my glass. It was about 11 PM now, and 4 new customers came in the door and sat next to us at the bar. Jamie knew the 4 girls as regular patrons of Louies, so her attention now was taken by them. I sat there quietly until I finished my erotic wine, got up, said good night while telling them I was heading the other bar they had suggested I visit. They were all checking out to see if my glass was empty as I walked out the door. Good night. (this is a true story that took place in May 2009 in Chicago. I have changed the names of the wine bar and bartender to protect the innocent). By the way, the leather bar has a bath tub for piss play, which is located in the lower lever of the bar.