I was so curious that I unashamedly kept staring at her. “You have never seen a woman pissing” she asked. “No, in fact I have never even seen a ...woman’s what you call it” I stammered. “If you don’t tell anyone about it you can come close and see me, if you want to” She pulled off her jeans and started to pull down her panties as I approached her trying to hide my hard on.As I knelt down I saw for the first time a woman’s cunt. It had a well maintained bu thick growth bush around it. Aunt sat. I didn’t get a hug. Instead, I got an inquisition.“What are you doing out of bed?” she asked first.The next questions came in such quick succession that I couldn’t answer one before the next was out of her mouth.“How did you get dressed?” Liz continued. “Are you feeling OK?”I held up my left hand like a traffic cop but it did little good. Liz was fretting and stewing as she made her way over to me.“I’m OK!” I said loudly enough to break through the constant stream of inquiries. “I just couldn’t. Her feet were also splashing in the light yellow puddle, and all of a sudden she tensed and gave a sound that was half a grunt and half a squeal that lasted for a full 10 seconds. I kept lapping at her soaked pants. Her salty piss had by this time dripped all over my face and body. She slowed her movements right down and was now again just brushing against my face with her soaking wet groin. "Oh fuck, that was amazing," she said. "Now it's my turn to kneel - you can stand up now.". I stood, my. Damn poker anyway.I called for the check.She took my hand as we left the restaurant.I started for the exit at the front of the hotel, but she stopped. “Where are you going?”“I thought…”“You think I’m going to wait that long? I’ve got a room right here.”“You were pretty confident,” I said, smiling.She couldn’t play poker either.She led me to the elevator, and pressed the “up” button. The doors open and a couple of people got out. We got on the elevator, and were followed by another couple. We.