Mario loved to be on his own out in the nature. He loved the freedom to do whatver came into his mind, not caring about rules of behaviour, not caring about how other people would judge him to do right or wrong. Not that he had any problems to behave conform to social rules, this was what he had to do every day at work, but holydays, leizure time, for him meant independence, no scedule, no planning, no rules. So whenever he had a weekend off he used to put his tent and his sleeping bag on his bicycles carrier and rode it out into the most deserted amplitudes of Mecklenburgs Lake district. He always found new, hidden clearings and small lakes, which invited him to bring up his tent and watching the sundown mirroring in the quite surface of the water, taking a moonshine bath and finally fall asleep calm and peaceful.
The freedom he used to enjoy included needing no showers, and washing himself by bathing in natural lakes seemed to him to be more intense then soaping in the narrow cell of his shower at home, like cleaning his body and his soul at the same time. His feeling of cleanyness allowed him to wear nothing but shorts and t-shirt, no underwear, just simple sandals. He used to bath naked and let the air dry him, just hanging out around his tent, still naked. In eastern germany, peope are not too prudish about nudity, so ther was no need to be afraid of accidental passers, as rare as they were out at the hidden places he prefered.
Another freedom he enjoyed, maybe most of all, was to take a piss wherever the urge hit him, and as he used to drink a lot of water during the day and som wine in the evening, he had to piss a lot. While riding, he casually let his dick hang out of his shorts legs and let it fly, not caring of his legs to get wet. He loved piss on his skin, well knowing, that sweat was containig urea to some extent. He even used to wash his hair with his piss from time to time.
Tonight, he had luckily discovered a small, romantic lake. He pushed his bike along the shore in order to find a nice clearing for his tent. Soon he stepped out of the trees on a small clearing, covered with soft and fresh grass, but to his surprise his eyes not only fell upon the wonderful place but also right into the eyes of a nice woman, wich stood next to his path, legs spread, hand in her crotch and playfully spraying around a stream of pee wich came out between her fingers. Next to her was her little tent. Mario was quite speechless for a moment and tried to turn away in order not to give her a voyeuristic look, but she openly looked back into his eyes and said hallo. Her voice was all soft and warm, and she made no attempt to stop her playful peeing.
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