When you’ve gotta go

One of the (few) problems with a four-hour round of golf is that most courses don’t provide any toilet facilities where you need them, actually out on the course. But, as with so many things in life, what can appear to start out as a disadvantage can be turned around with a bit of imagination!

On a recent round with my partner, Steve, I started to feel the need for a pee on the 14th hole. I tried to hold it in and forget about it, and that was OK on the long shots, but when I was stood over a particularly tricky putt on the 14th green, my concentration was affected and I missed the putt (at least, that was my excuse to myself).

Fortunately, the 15th tee was next to a small wood and I shouted to Steve that I was going for a pee.

“Great!”, he replied cheerfully, “can I watch?”

I’m very happy that Steve enjoys any opportunity to see my naked bum, so I beckoned him to follow me. I found a clearing, pulled my panties down to my knees and began to squat down.

“Hold on, that’s no good, I can’t see anything,” I heard Steve moan from behind me.

“Well, what do you want me to do?” I asked.

Steve thought carefully for a moment (it’s amazing how much effort and concentration he is prepared to put into issues like this!) before giving me my instructions.

“Stand up, take your knickers off completely and then lean forward with your hands resting against the tree”, he ordered.

I did as I was told.

“Now pull your skirt up over your bum and spread your legs.”

“Ooohh yes!” I heard Steve sigh as he took in the full view of my long legs, pert arse and naked pussy peeping out at him.

“Bend over a little more…..keep your legs straight ……spread wider……..yes, that’s it ……..Now you can piss!”

I had never peed in this position before, and I suspected there would be a certain lack of control, but, what the hell!