Brutus

Got some new experiences from work.

I feel it's helpful to lay out the situation here for the first 2 paragraphs. I started a new job recently, small quiet office building, about 15 employees, 2 pairs of restrooms for men and women. My office is in a corner at one end of the building, close to a men's room. It rarely gets used and is basically my own as a result of no one being close by. The thing about this place in general is that it's old and in need of renovation, especially the restrooms. Here's where things get interesting in a great way. I've noticed that when I'm in the men's, I can hear women using their restroom on the other side of the wall. To be clear, these are single person restrooms with a locking door, but the wall that separates the men's from women's was clearly a poor choice for sound isolation, as it is quite thin and leaks a lot of sound. It also has a few cracks in one corner, which is even more space for sound to pass through. Being in a secluded part of the building, it's also whisper quiet inside these restrooms. These restrooms also share the same drainage system, which also pipes more sound into the men's room through the floor drain. Between that and the thin wall, it's quite audible what the women are doing in there. The toilet flush and sinks in particular are very discernible to the point that I can hear the squeaks of the sink knobs when they turn them. The old pipes make a distinct burping sound come from the drain after the toilet is flushed in the women's. This burping will be more significant with one of the woman I'll talk about soon here.

I've heard quite a few of the women in there, although I can't tell who it is unless I see them heading in or hear them chatting before entering and recognize a voice, which has happened a few times. To describe more detail, I can hear and sometimes feel the wall shaking when they sit on the toilet. So just with that I can tell who is sitting or hovering. When they start peeing, I can hear the pouring into the toilet water, muffled but still surprisingly audible, especially with the floor drain acting as an echo tunnel basically. If they are hissing, I can hear that too, as well as any farting, plops, and the cheap paper towels for hand drying, which are rigid almost like actual paper and crackle as you pull and use them. Thus far, I've heard light trickles, somewhat strong streams and plenty of farting and bowel movements.

So now that you have an idea of the situation, there are two experiences I want to share. The first is of a female coworker using the men's recently. I wasn't sure about sharing this one but here it is anyway. There is one young brunette I've noticed who poops every morning like clockwork. She's around thirty, about 5'7'' with a stacked curvy build. Most times, I'm in my office and see down the hall as she goes to the restroom for twenty minutes, so it's obvious she's doing more than peeing. A few times, I've walked by after she went in and heard her hissing and deep powerful farts. She doesn't hold back at all. So a few weeks ago, the women's toilet was apparently partially ripped from the wall after one of the obese women used it. So contractors came in and removed the entire toilet, reinforced the wall and installed a new one. This took a few days, so in the meantime, there were a few women wandering back to “my” men's room instead of heading to the other women's room which was farther away. As you could guess, the young lady I mentioned above was one of them. At her regular time, I saw her come back and turn the corner by my office and knew what was happening, so when she closed the door, I wandered out to the hall looking at my phone and walking slow enough that I'd hear most of any peeing at least.

I heard a pretty loud hiss leaking into the hall. Then the farting started and it was a long series of rapid pops, then a long steady one blasting out, clear as day for anyone close enough to hear. I came back to my office from the copier room a few minutes later and kept an ear out, but no more noise. Another fifteen minutes go by and then she flushed twice, used the sink and came out. I was pumping with excitement because it's rare that I can go into a public restroom that was just used by a woman. As soon as she was out of sight I headed over. When I went in, it was warm and the stink was so strong I actually coughed and pulled my shirt over my nose for a moment. This was the most intense “someone just crapped in here” smell I've ever encountered, I could almost feel it in my nose. She completely permeated the room. Half the roll of tissue was gone so she did a lot of wiping. The toilet seat was still warm almost completely around. There were also some brown specks stuck on the inside of the bowl. After a minute of observing I left, not really aroused from inhaling her bowel movement aroma, but just excited to be at the scene of a female visit immediately after it happened.

Later that day in the afternoon hours, she came back to use it again. This time she just peed, but I still went in again to see if maybe she left any splashes. She didn't and the seat was warm again, so sitting is her preference in any scenario. The beautiful thing about checking after her this time though, was the smell of pussy. I've written of this in some of my fictional stories but this was one of the rare times I've had the real experience. She left a potent musky sweet scent behind. It was really strong over the toilet. I've smelled her perfume before and this was definitely not it. Seems she has a healthy, well-kept vagina, no infections or poor hygiene, just a naturally strong feminine scent down there. I went back to my office and an hour later, I could still smell her every time I inhaled. The scent was lodged in my lungs and was causing me to experience some actual euphoria and feeling really calm and pleasant. The whole thing was quite moving. So she reeked it out in the morning, then sweetened it back up in the afternoon in the most beautiful way.

Now onto one of the most impressive pees I've ever heard. Today, there was a meeting involving my supervisor, supervisors from other sites and executive director of a local bank. Let me talk about this bank executive for a moment, who is the woman I heard peeing. She's around 5'10'', long blonde hair, straight and curled at the ends, looks about 50, well pampered and very good looking. Curvy, wide hips, plump ass and big chested. She has that big confident boss aura that you can feel by being around her and everything about her screams wealthy and elite. Drives a Range Rover, which is a very expensive high class SUV for those that may not be familiar. She came inside wearing tan knee high boots, tight blue jeans showing off her camel toe split around the zipper, white tucked shirt and tan business suit jacket, matching her boots. Shiny nails, earrings, bracelet, the whole nine. Beautiful face, with strong cheeks and jaw, serious look on her face, kind of cold. Her snobby attitude was confirmed when I said hello to her in passing and she reluctantly uttered a lazy “Hi” without looking at me, then when my supervisor came out to greet her, she lit up with a big smile and enthusiastic embrace. She's the type that won't waste much breath or attention on those she feels are beneath her, which is most people for her. The guy at front desk reception told me she's always been like that. Her elitist attitude made hearing her piss even hotter to me though. So...

Some two hours later the meeting was over and she was chatting on her way out, then said she was going to use the restroom before leaving. This was pure gold since the odds of her using the toilet on my side of the building were not very good, she could've easily used the other one far away from me. I was dying to hear this woman and hurried into the men's to wait for her to enter the women's. I even started the timer on my phone to see how long she'd go. A few seconds later she said hi to someone nearby as she entered. The sound of the door lock clicking and her boots as she got into position was probably the most intense anticipation of the whole thing, I was already smiling a bit. There was no sound of her sitting down so she's a hoverer. I heard a loud quack sounding fart and a vibrant hiss for a moment that was instantly taken over by an explosive eruption into the water way harder than any other women I've heard in there! She stopped after just a few seconds then was silent for a few more, my timer was at 9. Then a loud hissing burst shot out, and silence again. It seemed like she was struggling to get going for some reason but that just made it more interesting to listen to. But right after this short rest, from the 15 second mark to about 53 was magical, when she produced one the absolute craziest streams I've ever heard. For that entire duration, it was a mix of piercing hisses, loud gushing and deep-pitched, violent cascading sounds. Now, recall earlier my mention of the drain in the men's burping when the women's toilet is flushed. Well, during her full power, the drain made a few of those burping noises, so she was pissing hard enough to partially push toilet water down the system! That was a true moment of shock. At a few points, she did let for off a bit and the noises lessened, but for most of this stretch, it was high pressure power flooding that sounded almost inhuman, just a beast-like roaring stream. She finally came to a near stop and I heard faint echoes of trickles dripping.

We're now past 1 minute and the trickles continued for a bit, then she let loose again with a few more loud hissing bursts, then finished at 1:09. She pulled some tissue, flushed and I could tell by how hard the wall shook that she kicked the flush handle with her foot pretty hard. No use of the sink, she just came out and left. She's every bit impressive as I hoped, a beautiful wealthy powerful woman that pisses like a horse!

Alan's Story

My high school math teacher, Mrs. Davis is the woman who changed my life in one night. I still think about it every day, five years later. Here's how it happened. It was my sophomore year and I was doing bad in algebra, so my dad went to speak to her at the school after hours one night after I got a failing grade on my second exam. After meeting her, I could tell he liked her and I don't blame him. She was a hottie, late thirties, short brown hair, had an average looking face, kinda cute but a great, curvy and toned body since she was a ballroom dancer. And oh boy her chest...fuck, you could tell they were real and mother nature was very kind to her. Guys loved being in her class, so I wasn't surprised my dad seemed to have enjoyed meeting her. She'd agreed to let me retake my exam for a better grade, which was a shock. She didn't like me because I asked a lot of questions in class and that irritated her impatience for explaining things. A friend told me he'd heard her calling me stupid when he walked by the teachers lounge one day and overheard a conversation between her and a few other teachers.

A few days later I retook the exam after school was out and she mentioned that my dad was nice and charmed her into giving me another chance. It seemed she liked him but I didn't think much of it, especially since she was married. The best part of that day though, was after I finished my exam. I handed it in, she put it in her bag and got up and walked out of the classroom. I was getting my backpack on to leave when I saw her enter the restroom across the hall. She must've been holding her pee the whole time I was testing because pretty much as soon as she went to a stall I heard clearly as she turned loose a fucking monster of a stream in that toilet. I walked out to the hall and stopped right across from the restroom before leaving and she was completely gushing in there like a damn waterfall. I loved hearing her hard power stream thundering and splashing into the water like that, it added a new layer of sexiness to her for me. When my old man picked me up, he asked how it went and I said, “Better than I expected.” I never got to hear her again that year but finished with a good grade in her class and figured that was the last I'd see of her.

Well, soon after the summer break began, I went to my buddy's house one Friday night and three of us were all supposed to game and head out to a movie with his mom and her friend. I got there and we had to cancel the movie because his mom was working late and we didn't have a car, so I ended up coming home a lot earlier than planned. I grabbed a soda and went up to my room. Barely five minutes later, dad came home and I heard a woman's voice with him in the driveway. I kept quiet, mainly because I didn't want to ruin his night. It had been a year since he and my mom divorced and he hadn't dated, so I figured just keep my door closed and put my headphones on while he enjoyed some female companionship.

Right as I was closing my door, they stepped inside the house and she said, “Where's your bathroom, I gotta piss.” It sounded like Mrs. Davis, but I wasn't sure. My lights were already off so then I hid in my closet without thinking. Either way, it was a chance to hear a woman pee but if it was her, that would be a dream come true. She quickly came up the stairs in her heels toward the bathroom, right next to my room, still talking. It was definitely Mrs. Davis, this was insane, my damn math teacher! She went in and didn't even fully close the door, then opened up with another hard gush of a stream! It sounded exactly like the first time I heard her. She was powering it straight into the center of the water with a solid laser-focused stream and it sounded crazy. I'd never heard that much pressure hitting our toilet before and just knowing who was doing it was surreal. This hot teacher I'd stared at for an entire year, taking a massive piss a few feet away from me, no words can describe how that felt. She said “Ahhhh” from the relief in a loud voice, very arrogantly, nothing any sane woman would do in public around strangers. She was always so proper and clean with her presentation in public and always seemed spotless until now. That made what happened next even more incredible.

She yelled to my dad, asking if we had any toilet tissue. He yelled back that he'd forgot it in his truck and to just grab some regular tissues from my room. I kept my rapid breathing as quiet as possible as I watched the unbelievable sight of Mrs. Davis entering my room, SKIRT UP, no underwear and beautifully rounded bare ass facing me! Her smooth-skinned cheeks jiggled as she walked over to the tissue box at my bedside table. I could see a trail of pee down the back of her left leg, thanks to the hallway light shining into the room. Thing is, the tissue box was empty and upon realization, she quietly said in frustration, “Are you fucking kidding me?” Then I saw an even more unexpected side of her when she looked around briefly, reached over to my drawer to feel around for a moment and grabbed one of my clean black socks from inside. She didn't hesitate to rub it all over her pussy a few times, then reached behind to dry the back of her leg. Then she pressed it deep into her ass, wiped up and down and put the sock back. After she turned around to head out, still pulling her skirt down, I got a quick but clear view of her gorgeous pussy, fully shaved, large pink labia and a clit piercing. Every inch of me pulsed and tingled at what I was seeing, down to my damn fingertips. She left my room, flushed the toilet and headed down the hall to my dad's room.

I was dazed at what had just happened right in front of me. A few minutes later, right when my nerves were calming a bit, I heard thumping and her moans. The sex was on and I made the bold decision to come out of hiding and creep down the hall, now dark again. I could tell the door wasn't closed and crept closer, careful to avoid the creaky spots of the floor. When I got to the bedroom door, it was open a few inches, just enough for me to get a front visual of Mrs. Davis on top of my dad, riding like crazy. It was the most gripping scene imaginable. She was grinding back and forth, fast and hard. That woman knows how to fuck. I wouldn't have lasted ten seconds under that kind of violent thrusting. It was dark but the full moon shined enough light through the windows to allow me to see her sensual facial expressions, mouth slightly open as she moaned, eyes closed, and then...her breasts, the big breasts that I fantasized about for so long. There they were, finally revealed, free to swing around, huge pink areolas, crazy erect nipples that looked hard enough to strike a match against. These things were intimidating, not meant to be seen by boys. My old man enjoyed grabbing them with his rugged labor-hardened hands. When she slowed down briefly, they stopped swinging around, and it felt like they were staring right at me, daring me to keep looking at something I couldn't handle. I'd never envied my dad so much. If there was ever a time I saw something too arousing, this was it. I felt light-headed. The bed was squeaking and for a solid minute or more I watched mindlessly as Mrs. Davis worked him before I regained focus and left before being seen. I was exhausted from arousal at that point, having seen such savage, intense sex up close, on top of what I heard and saw her do right before.

I crept back into my room and took the soiled sock from the drawer, and inhaled the wet potent stench she left on it. I laid on my bed with a painful erection and replayed the overload of images in my head, against the sounds of their sex. Thirty or forty minutes after they went silent, Mrs. Davis was coming down the hall again and I quickly rolled off the bed, down to the floor out of view. It's a good thing I did because she came right into my room again. I looked through the space under my bed, barely seeing her feet and ankles as she approached my drawer and opened it again. The sock was with me but she didn't seem to notice it was gone. She took a few steps toward the corner of my room and I saw the heels of her feet raise a few inches and her ass suddenly came into view as she took a squat. I couldn't believe this was happening. In yet another shocking reveal of her true nature, she started pissing right there on the floor, using her phone for light! I've always wondered if she was also recording it as well, for her own thrill. I couldn't see much because her body was turned, but definitely heard a strong hissing and a heavy splashing into the carpet. I hadn't heard her hiss before so I guess her labia had changed shape from the sex and caused the noisy spray. Luckily she turned a bit to aim in the corner better, so I peeked my head a little further under my bed and was now able to see the river spilling between her feet. Her stream started arching upward and lasted a few seconds at full bore, some of it running across the sides of her cheeks. She stayed squatted as a bunch of drips continued to trickle for a moment. Then I saw in her hand, another one of my socks she'd taken as she again used it to wipe her dripping pussy and ass and even her feet this time from the messy flow. She stood and I heard my drawer open and close again before she went back to my dad, having now twice avoided him seeing what she was doing. A few minutes later, they both left.

I stood up from the floor, in a world of shock from everything that had occurred since I'd come home. I turned on the overhead light and walked over to where she'd done her deed. Not only had this bitch drenched my sneakers and left a puddle soaking into my carpet, but her piss sprayed all over the metal grill to my stereo speaker in the corner, an eight-hundred dollar SVS sub that I saved two months of paychecks for. When I took the grill off, the entire speaker itself was wet. The whole area smelled of piss. After taking all of that in, I grabbed the other sock she'd just used on herself and laid on my bed again. Soon my dad was back home and walked by my room on his way to the bathroom with the toilet tissue from his truck, saw me and of course was surprised I was home so soon. He figured I'd gotten back while he was out, and didn't suspect me being there through it all. I didn't tell him anything. We ordered a pizza and watched a movie on our new big screen and just like that, things were back to normal.

For the last two years of high school, every time I saw Mrs. Davis walking the halls, I felt a rush knowing that I'd seen every inch of her body, and her very dirty behaviors, without her having a clue. As always, she maintained her perfect outward professional demeanor, showing no hints of her true self. My senior year, I had her again for calculus. It was a long wait but finally on the last day of class, after everyone left, I walked up to her and asked how she liked wiping herself on my socks. Her eyes instantly got big as she looked into mine and blushed red, completely speechless. On the way out I smiled and said, “Nice piercing you have down there too, Mrs Davis.” She stared straight ahead, breathing deeply and frozen in shock as I walked out. Just last month, I saw her at the grocery store with her husband and when she recognized me after a quick double take, she quickly looked away! Lol. A very special thanks to my friend's mom for having to work late that night. I ended up seeing a show much better than any movie because of it!

Nothing unusual, heard another excellent piss today and thought I'd share. 

The office today was next to empty. Being the day after Christmas, only the low ranked employees as skeleton crew. So myself and three other coworkers went to a local place for lunch and brought the food back to work. We sat in the department board meeting room and enjoyed talking for almost two hours, being that no one was there to tell us to get back to work. One of the girls there who I'll call Lynn is a hot introverted, 23 year-old blonde with a cute angelic face, wears dark eye shadow, about 5 foot 4 and with a broad stocky build. Went to a prestigious university and has a masters degree. She exudes a particular type of mysterious sexiness. She often wears tight slacks or leggings and when she does, her ass, which is very plump rounded shape is hard to not peek at. Her pants are usually deeply wedged into her cheeks and she clearly wears thongs. I've actually seen the whale tales on the sides of her hips from time to time. She was in jeans today. So during our lunch she downed an entire 20 ounce cola while we were in there. Of course I noticed she finished it and knew she'd have to have a good pee soon. I've been waiting to hear her since she started at the company a year and a half ago. I already know that Lynn doesn't flush at least sometimes, which is hot by itself. But today I got to hear her let loose and wow did she deliver.

After we decided to end our very long lunch, she stood up and stretched and openly said, “Oh my goodness I gotta pee.” Now I was excited and made my way toward my trusty fountain between the restrooms with my drink bottle in hand. Lynn was just a few steps ahead of me so I saw her turn the corner with her brisk walk and head into the women's. This was the perfect day to listen because the building was whisper quiet since almost no one was there. She went in and quickly started flooding and the sound of this hiss was just phenomenal. Loud, very very loud, piercing sound that I could almost feel. This girl was pissing hard as fuck and her stream went without any breaks for quite a while. I can't give a very accurate time but it was long enough that I thought to myself holy shit when is she going to stop! I'd say 12 to 15 seconds. Then she stopped completely, no slow down and then burst another hard hiss one last time. I heard the stall open and her footsteps, and as I thought and hoped, she left without flushing or anything! Just came out and went back to her office with zero shame. It's been a while since I heard anything that made me this excited. Finally got to hear Lynn and it was nothing short of sexy! It was like a shot of adrenaline hearing her in action. Absolutely lovely.

This one was a collaboration between myself and @miniskirtpisser. She provided great insight and ideas that I incorporated after asking her via PM. Thank you MSP!

Becky's Story

I'd been at the hospital comforting Anne and her kids for a few hours. Her mother had just suffered a stroke and it wasn't looking good. She asked me to go to their house and get the iPad from her bedroom so little Nicole could distract herself. She was the youngest at nine years old and wasn't dealing with the news well, so I was happy to help. This simple task proved anything but simple. Isn't that how things always turn out though? First thing is, thanks to McDonald's tempting me with a new limited-time cinnamon latte an hour before, I felt a growing ache in my bladder on the way to Anne's house, which was bearable for the moment but I'll come back to that. Why did I have to order a large? Next thing not being simple, her husband Robert was home. His truck was in the driveway when I arrived. He'd left work early and made a quick stop home before heading to the hospital to join the family. Why was his presence an issue? Because a few months ago during a new years party with some friends, he got a little drunk and grabbed my ass in the kitchen. Their kids and everyone else were in the next room so I was discreet but stern when I told him don't ever do it again. So there's an awkwardness between us now but luckily Anne called as soon as I let myself in and he was coming down the stairs, allowing me to avoid talking to him and just nod my head hello as he headed out.

My bladder was now starting to ache pretty bad but she wanted to make sure I found the iPad and I figured it would only take a minute so I headed to their room first and she guided me to it. I found it soon enough but a few minutes later we were still on the phone because she started getting chatty and I didn't want to rush her off, even though I really needed to pee at that point. She needed someone to talk to so I listened. Then of course there had to be a third thing making this even less simple. Her brother Lance stopped by and headed up straight to the bathroom while I was still talking to Anne. He'd been living there for a few weeks while his home was being repaired. Lance waved hello and hurried in. I even heard the toilet lid tap the tank as he opened it and knew he'd be in there a while. It was fucking unbelievable...I guess the world had just decided to take a piss on me first.

Anne finally let me go after a good cry and my comforting, some ten minutes later. My bladder was now at critical mass, like “nothing else in the world matters” critical mass. My legs were crossed and breathing was heavy. Waiting for Lance to be done wasn't an option. I started looking around the bedroom for anything that could double as a container before I pissed on myself. Then I noticed Peanut, their cat, crawl out from under the bed and take a seat, looking at me like “Hey Becky I'm here to make this even worse because fuck you!” Great, now I had a purring observer as I continued looking for something big enough for this desperate piss that was about to make its grand exit against my will. There was nothing and I mean nothing, in the closet, drawers, bedside tables, nothing remotely usable except...Robert's little coffee machine on the table next to Anne's makeup vanity. The real irony is that I bought it for him as a Christmas gift just days before he grabbed my ass. Anne doesn't drink coffee so it felt like a beautiful twist of fate all of the sudden, knowing my intentions wouldn't affect her. Maybe the world didn't hate me after all. The glass pot was still half full with coffee from that morning, but the reservoir on the back was empty. I knew it probably wasn't big enough for the amount I had ready but it was something. I rushed over to grab it, placed it on the floor with the lid on the back open, lifted my skirt and pulled my undies aside. Squatting directly over it, a crazy fucking stream damn near split me open as it came bursting out and crashing into the reservoir hard enough to make the entire machine wobble for a bit. Of course piss was splashing back up and all over my inner thighs. It was a mess. And the noise...I'm still surprised Lance didn't hear it.

The relief of feeling that pulsing ache fading away was so good that anyone could've walked in and it wouldn't have done shit to stop me. Seeing my wicked stream fill the coffee maker that Robert would use the next morning made me giggle like a little girl, especially when I saw some of my juices hanging down briefly and fall in to mix with the pee. Such a nice touch but as I suspected, it was way too much pee and when it reached the edge I tried to clench and cut my flow off. My plan was to quickly grab the half-filled pot and hopefully it had enough room for me to finish. The problem was that I couldn't stop, which made me panic and cup my hand over my pussy. Oh what a great idea that was...yeah Becky just make your piss spray from all directions through your fingers and out the sides of your hand. Just make it spray all over your feet with your sandals on, the side of the coffee maker and the carpet. After a few seconds of that it was done, or so I thought until I stood up and then another surprise burst spilled down my damn leg. I took a moment to compose myself from the whole ordeal before figuring out what to do next.

I went down to the kitchen with the filled machine, dumped it in the sink and made sure not to clean it so the next brew would have my nice new special flavor! Lance was now starting the shower, so at least I didn't have to be sneaky coming back up to the bedroom with paper towels. I wiped my legs and anything in the bedroom that was wet, then the outside of the coffee maker and placed it back on the table in its original place. The wetness I made in the carpet would dry in time, so I pressed the towels into it for a moment for what could be absorbed quickly and decided not to worry about the remaining dampness, especially since Peanut could easily take the blame for that anyway. Sorry Peanut, I love you! I finally left, threw the soiled towels in the kitchen trash, cleaned the sink with a Clorox wipe and got in my car. Back at the hospital in intensive care with everyone sitting around the family matriarch, I handed the iPad over to Nicole. Anne gave me a big hug, sniffling in tears with emotion over the impending loss. I felt terrible for them and cried with her, but underneath my tears...was the hidden joy of knowing that Robert's next cup of coffee at home would sorta give him access to my body again, but this time on MY fucking terms!

Hi everyone, I have two new stories here, with the second one posted as a reply below.

William's Story

My coworker Melissa and I have become good friends over the past three years and have a good working relationship. I've always felt there's attraction between us. Aaron from IT jokes that she just flirts with me to stroke her ego and doesn't respect me but he says a lot of dumb things. Anyway, she was promoted to supervisor last month due to department expansion and everyone at work was happy for her. We even threw a little office party that I planned as celebration. One of the first things she did with her huge salary increase was buy a new car. She'd mentioned love of American muscle cars in the past and sure enough, pulled up to work last week in a brand new 2019 Dodge Challenger R/T with a dazzling blue finish. You could feel the joy radiating from her. I was lucky enough to join her and another coworker in it for lunch that day. It was just a five minute drive but it was so hot seeing her work the gearshift, as if she could be any hotter. Melissa's the only woman I personally know that can drive a manual and she was in complete command of this beast of a car. She's even started dressing a little hotter lately, with shorter skirts, tighter tops, a bit of cleavage and different hair styles. She's so incredible, as I've told her countless times and yet her boyfriend Jake is an ungrateful asshole that doesn't appreciate her, but...

Speaking of assholes, last night my buddy Matt was supposed to pick me up after work since my car is being worked on but he never showed up and wasn't answering his phone. I asked Melissa for a ride and she said, “Let's go girl!” It's a little joke she started last year, calling me girl. The other ladies call me that too now.

Following her outside gave me a perfect view of those shapely smooth legs and no sign of panty lines visible under that short tight skirt. A quick stroll across the lot and we climbed into her car. Then Melissa did something very sexy when she took her heels off and tossed them in the back on the floor, then pulled her skirt up a bit, I guess to allow her legs enough room to drive. With most of her thick thighs exposed, she pressed her foot into the clutch and fired up the car. Man, that V8 power is just awesome and she is not afraid to unleash it on the road. Another unexpected but very sexy thing happened next. Not long after we hit the road, I smelled something. It was faint at first but eventually, the smell of her pussy was in the car! Having her legs slightly open with a skirt barely covering her crotch allowed the day's musk down there to escape and it was so arousing I could barely carry conversation. Her legs, bare feet on the pedals, fast driving and that feminine aroma was total overload to my senses.

It got better though, keep reading! After a ten minute ride that should've taken fifteen, we arrived at my house and I gave her twenty bucks for the favor. Melissa said, “Can I use your bathroom, I gotta pee!” She went on to say that the women's at work was being cleaned by the maintenance guy so she figured just use mine. The thought of her using my toilet was so exciting that I immediately assured her she was welcome to. I hoped that maybe I'd be able to finally hear her. I let us in and directed her to the bathroom. She took her shoes off again, this time to get up the stairs faster. I stood there undoing my tie and watching her awesome calves as she hurried up my squeaky old stairs, not to mention that I could almost see up her skirt from that angle. It felt surreal having her in my house for the first time. Barely a few seconds after closing the door, the sound of her peeing was audible all the way down to where I was! I carefully crept up to the top of the staircase and it was apparent that Melissa wasn't kidding around about having to pee.

In my twenty-eight years, this was the LOUDEST damn piss I'd ever heard from a woman! It had a strong shrill hiss that ended at a lower octave than it started with. It stopped and I heard her moan, which was super sexy. Then she went back to full bore eruption again, with the same downward change in octave through its duration. Again she stopped, moaned, erupted, then again over and over. I must've been standing there listening for roughly thirty seconds and she was still going in these short intense noisy bursts but then, the timing became erratic. She'd stop for half a second and then the next stop might be three or four seconds. At one point I heard a brief, rapid series of sharp hisses then a big long, steady gush so hard that it sounded like it was making the toilet gag. Her stream had become an unpredictable mix of every piss sound possible, various pressures and went on for easily over a minute. It seemed endless partly because of the breaks but even without them, it was clear that Melissa has a huge bladder. Toward the end, a loud fart clapped from her ass during a pause, another thing I never expected I'd hear from her! A long silence and one more hard eruption of pee finally ended it. The sound of a flush was my queue to rush back down before she came out. On her way down the stairs, she was smiling in relief and telling me that my soft cushioned seat was the most comfortable toilet she'd ever had her ass on. Then I noticed her nipples were now hard and visible under her shirt. Did she have a peegasm?! That would explain those moans!

After she put her shoes back on and said goodnight, I went up to the bathroom to make sure my toilet actually survived. Her body scent was in the air, with a strong pussy and ass smell hovering around the toilet that I inhaled deeply as it faded. The seat still had her imprint on it as it was returning to shape. Looking closer, there were streaks of partially wiped piss on the back of it. My guess is that given how quickly she started peeing, it must've sprayed wildly before she could lower her ass all the way down. She'd obviously seen her mess and wiped it but left a good bit behind so she probably just didn't notice there was more. I took some tissue and wiped the rest.

Then I happened to look down in front of the toilet and noticed that the floor was wet. Melissa's stream was so strong that it sprayed forward under the seat. She told me in the past that her pee sometimes does that when she's bursting and leaves her legs and feet a little wet, so you'd think she would've checked for any floor splash before leaving. It was definitely a noticeable size spot but again, she must not have seen it. She would never intentionally leave her piss on my floor. Besides, her innocent little mess was so hot anyway! I lifted the seat up and sure enough, more splashes on the underside where it went through! I keep trying to picture how insane Melissa's stream must've looked..and wondering if she always pisses like that. Like I said, she's incredible.