.................................. I woke up this morning, snuggled securely in your arms, with you just waiting for me to come to life again. “I ...have a surprise for you today,” you had told me, with a mysterious smile. Dressing in a cute summer dress that showed off my tits and legs to perfection, I waited patiently in the car until you came out and slide behind the wheel. Laughing at the CD I played on the drive, I asked where we were going. “You’ll just have to wait and see” was all you. And unlike the state and local shows, where up to thirty or forty women could be stripping at the same time, each woman at the national show would have the spotlight to herself. So why you'd want to look like everyone else — almost all the contestants last year had worn bikinis, too — was beyond me.Robin and I had actually spent a good deal of time discussing what she was going to wear. Once she finally bought into the idea, she decided that what she really needed to do was create, or more. There were large and small groups of people talking, laughing, eating and drinking. I made my way through the crowd greeting people but not stopping for long as though I had a mission and was not about to be distracted from it. It appeared I was quite popular or almost untouchable. Perhaps part of an elite fraternity, or just individually possessing larger than life social standing. Whatever the case I was uneasy with this situation almost like I knew I was dreaming and aware that my celebrity. I'd already passed the local 'cottage', couldn't even be bothered to stop by to check out the cock action. Along the way there was a patch of grassland which had been the edge of a cemetary at one time. As there were some trees and bushes it seemed the ideal spot to take a piss. So I headed over to a tree and unzipped and was soon letting rip a hot gushing stream of piss, god it felt good. I was casually rubbing my fingers around my piss-slit and licking my fingers, something I've always.