A new arousal from a woman peeing

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.