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    Engineer (Retired)
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    Late 70's
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    California, USA
  • About Me
    Lifelong interest in female peeing, since childhood. Love the sight, sound, smell and taste of women's pee. Fascinated by women's peeing styles, (sitting, squatting, standing) and try to guess the preferred styles of women I meet, as well as those of celebrities, news anchors, etc., based on their body language, how they sit normally, etc.

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    Watching women pee. Erotic peeing styles.
  • Hottest Pee Experience
    There were several, but I would have to say that "Lisa's" drink, which she gave me after happy hour, was near the top. Her moonlight waterfall was a close second. "Melissa" (not yet introduced) put on a very erotic show for me in the bathroom, on the occasion of our reunion, after 3 years apart, which will be reported soon. "Ellie's" hissing, stopping and starting, the time I watched her on our trip, would be next, and "Jeanie's" standing pee style was quite unique, and can't be neglected. .

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  1. @oliver2, I totally agree. It is just part of the intimacy of being lovers, one of the most enjoyable, in my view. The reason I mentioned it is that Maya invited Alex to lick her clean, after she peed, early on, I think it was in the second part, but Alex politely declined. So I'm hoping that she will broaden his horizons a little, and add to the pleasures of both of them.
  2. @Gotah, I don't know if you think this is too extreme, but I'm hoping that Maya will induce Alex to lick her clean, after she pees, just sitting or squatting on the toilet, in her house, or his. She could invite him to watch her pee, giving him a very close, detailed view, and explain to him, and show him how women's thighs, vulvas, and bums can get very wet, when they pee in different positions, (sitting, legs open or together, squatting, standing) or with different powers, depending on how urgent their needs are. Then she could tell him that it is not very pleasant to dry those delicate parts of her body with dry t.p., which can be quite harsh, and suggest that his gentle, loving tongue could be a pleasurable alternative, that she would appreciate very much. Since he is so young, I think he might be very receptive to her instructions on how best to lick her, to give her maximum pleasure, and also get her clean. Finally, he could lick her to a powerful orgasm, where she pees a little in his mouth, when she cums. Dr.P
  3. "Nicole" An Intimate Tale of a Beautiful Woman. Part 2. Reunion. Shared "Wet" Audio, and Romantic Confidences. By Dr.P. Summary: We meet by accident, in a local grocery store, in the late afternoon. I give her a ride home, and listen to her pee, while she talks with me, through her closed, but thin, bathroom door. I discover, on my visit to her bathroom, after her, that she deals with her apparent pee shyness and privacy concerns by directing her stream at the front, porcelain wall and rim of the toilet, to minimize her peeing sounds, which are easily audible, outside of that bathroom. We go out for coffee, which morphs into dinner, and talk extensively about our relationship, past, present, and future, and other subjects, including her long-term urinary issues. We have not seen or talked with one another for more than two years, when we meet, by accident, in a local grocery store, late on a weekday afternoon. We rush into each other's arms, hug very closely and warmly, and start talking, "Nicole! Long lost love of my life! So good to see you, at last! Where have you been, Babe? I've missed you terribly! And by the way, you look fantastic!" "I've been around, as usual, but our yoga class got canceled, soon after we both stopped going to it, and I haven't been to that church, in quite a while. You told me about your accident and injuries, and I wondered what happened to you!" "We have a lot of catching up to do. Let's go have coffee, some place where we can really talk. We can go to Starbuck's, here, or to Catalina Coffee, over in Redondo, which is very nice. I think you'll like it." "I would like that, very much, but I have to go home first, to put my groceries away. I have some frozen stuff, and I walked here, from home." She points out her athletic shoes, and her jeans, which are more form-fitting than usual, showing off her trim figure. "I'll be glad to give you a ride home, and then we can go to Catalina Coffee. It's casual, and we won't have to change clothes." "OK." I drive her home, and she invites me in, while she puts her frozen food in her freezer. After putting the food away, she says, "I need to use the restroom, before we leave. I'll only be a minute, OK?" "Go ahead. Get comfortable. You were always quick about that, after yoga. I'll wait." (Sly grin and wink, from me.) "I'm surprised that you remember that! You remember the strangest things, about me!" "I knew you'd be surprised!" Having a strong sexual interest in her, I have wondered and tried to fantasize about her peeing styles, ever since I have known her. But since our yoga class did not involve sitting on chairs, it was very hard to guess, from her preferred sitting postures, which I would normally use as a start, among other things. She walks into the bathroom, and closes the door, but continues talking with me, through it. I take that as an invitation to stay near the door, and continue the conversation, which I do, overjoyed at the opportunity to also hear her peeing sounds, through the thin door. "That building where we had yoga, had the cleanest public restrooms I've ever seen! I could actually sit down and go, instead of squatting, and then spending half of forever wiping my legs! That's why I got done so fast! - Oh, I'm sorry! Am I giving you too much information? This can't be interesting to you! And it might even be a turnoff! Sorry!" "Not at all!, It's VERY interesting to me! And it's a turn-ON, not a turn off! Please continue!" "OK. I'm surprised again, but I'm glad that you're so interested in me, even in the most intimate details, which I didn't expect!" "I most certainly am! Carry on!" "I could probably wait until we get to the coffee shop, but I'll be more comfortable, if I go, here. Those public restrooms aren't always the cleanest." "You're certainly right about that, but Catalina Coffee is pretty good, at least on the men's side." "Well, to be honest, my overactive bladder sometimes plays tricks on me, and I don't want to have an accident." "I saw you heading to the restroom a lot, before and after yoga, but I didn't know you actually had medical problems. I thought you just drank a lot of water, like many of the ladies do. But come to think of it, I didn't see you drinking from a water bottle, very much." "I only brought a water bottle when I was very dehydrated, or had a bladder infection, which only happened once, while I was in that class. I thought you knew about my problems, just like everyone else in our yoga class." "Well, since I'm a guy, those women probably wouldn't tell me your lady secrets. And I never saw you wearing "bladder leak" panties." "How would you know that? But you're right. I don't need to wear them, because I don't leak when I cough, sneeze, or laugh. But when I have to go, I need to get to the restroom NOW! I don't dare waste a second getting there. And once I get started, it's hard for me to stop, so it can be a real flood, which one of those thin pads can't handle. I think what I have is called "urge incontinence." And yes, you're right, women usually keep those secrets to themselves, so the other women probably wouldn't tell you about me, or my issues. "Hmm... That explains a few things. I can usually spot those kinds of panties on women, under their yoga pants, which are kind of clingy, and it didn't look like you were wearing them. You're a very pretty woman, and I am interested in you, so I admit, I looked at you very carefully." "I noticed that!" She replies, through the door, with a warm giggle. While she has been talking, I have heard the rustle of her jeans being pulled down, followed by a loud, melodious hiss, and tinkle, which stops abruptly, a few seconds after it starts. I hear the creaking of the seat, when she moves, before the hiss starts again, but it is much fainter than before, and there is no tinkle of her stream, in the water. I am guessing that she became aware of her loud sound, or the misdirection of her stream, wetting her legs, or the seat, and adjusted her position to correct the problem. I am also guessing that her piss is now spraying the porcelain directly, which is much quieter, but tends to splatter, a lot more. Either possibility is a big turn-on, for me. I don't know if the redirection of her stream to spray the porcelain is intentional, or accidental, but I wouldn't be too surprised if it was intentional, since she has mentioned her privacy, at least once, in our previous conversations. When her faint hiss finally stops, I hear the rattle of the t.p. roller, several times, quite a bit of wiping, and the flush. She opens the door and comes out of the bathroom. "Do you need to go, too?" she asks. "Yeah, I do, if it's OK with you." "Go right ahead. I may not have cleaned up after myself as well as I should have, in there. Sorry about that! Hope you don't mind. I really had to go more than I thought I did, and it kind of got away on me." "No problem for me," I say, with a warm smile, and a wink. "Wish I could have helped you with the cleanup." I enter the bathroom, close the door, since that seems to be her custom, and look carefully at the toilet. It appears to be very clean, not a drop of pee, or any stains on the top of the seat, so she apparently didn't have problems with her stream wetting the seat, so I don't know why she was apologizing about cleanliness. But then I lift the seat, as I usually do, and I am rewarded with lots of her fine, pee droplets, on the under side of the seat, at the front, and on the porcelain rim of the bowl, at the same location, all obviously freshly sprayed. I can still smell their fragrance, and her pheromones. I really love her smell, and the sight of her personal pee dribbles, on the porcelain, and the seat, give me intimate insights into her anatomy, and peeing style. So my guess was right, about her moving so that she could piss directly on the porcelain, to minimize her sound, for my ears. I am delighted and turned on by my discoveries, so much so that I have a hard time getting my own stream started. I finish peeing, and I actually do help, wiping the seat, and the front rim of the bowl, for her, wondering if she will notice, at some point. I flush, and come out of the bathroom, without mentioning my discoveries, and we drive over to the coffee shop. We get our coffee, and get seated. A waitress comes by, and tells us about some specials they have, that evening, and we decide to order food, as an early dinner. I comment, smiling warmly, "We've known each other for more than ten years, and we're finally having our first dinner date!" "That's true, but I hadn't thought of us in that way. We've known each other, for a very long time, and we've always been such good friends, so we can talk very freely and honestly, about anything and everything. I have always felt that I could tell you intimate, personal things, safely, even things that I can't tell other women, and I value that a lot," she replies. 'Well, I feel the same way about you, and our friendship, but there's nothing wrong with being friends and lovers, is there?" I answer, with a wink, and a smile. "That's true," she smiles, and winks back, "But seriously, I was well aware that you wanted to go out with me, and you were so cute when you bought that nice, expensive yoga bag, for me. I really loved it, and wanted to keep it. But I feel so comfortable talking with you, about the most intimate, personal things, even my urinary issues (smile and wink), and I was afraid that we would lose that relaxed closeness, if we started dating, and playing games, and we would eventually break up, which I didn't want to happen." "On the other hand, I was also afraid that my rejection of your gift could end our friendship, if you took it badly, and I hoped you would understand, so I had mixed feelings about that. But your very sincere letter convinced me that you really liked and admired me, and didn't want to lose me. And I didn't want to lose you, as a friend who has always been very good to me. So here we are, still good friends, after more than ten years, maybe twelve, now, if I remember correctly." "You're right about all of that. Thanks for telling me. I've wondered how you felt about all of those things, for a very long time, but I was afraid to ask you." We both reach across the table, simultaneously, join hands, very affectionately, and look into each other's eyes. "I would love to kiss you, right now," I say. "Me too," she replies, with a very warm smile, "We will. But let's wait until later." "OK." Dr.P.
  4. "Nicole" An Intimate Tale of a Beautiful Woman. Part 1. Introduction. Mutual Attraction, and a Long, Close Friendship. By Dr.P. Summary: "Nicole" has been a dear friend, in real life, for more than ten years. The true beginnings of our relationship are detailed in Part 1. There has always been a strong, mutual attraction between us. We are the best of friends, but we have not become lovers, up to this point. We lost track with one another, a couple of years ago, and the fictional part of this story, beginning in Part 2, is a fantasy of how our fortuitous reunion blossoms into a very romantic, very "wet" relationship. Although her name is fictitious, "Nicole" is a real person, who lives less than a half mile away from me. [Since I have been fortunate enough to find pictures, on line, of a woman who bears a striking resemblance to her, peeing in 3 clothing styles, and 3 different poses, (squatting, sitting, and standing) I include them in this post, to give the reader an impression of her physical beauty, which adds to the impact of the story. Wish I knew the identity of this pee model/actress, who looks so much like my "Nicole."] Here's the real part of the story: It is an unseasonably warm fall day, in Southern California, and I notice that "Nicole," a "new girl" in my late afternoon yoga class, is wearing her knee-length yoga pants, revealing that she has impressively beautiful legs, ankles, and feet, matching the rest of her. She has very beautiful, luxuriant, shoulder-length, blond hair, (with dark roots), a very pretty face, and one of the most perfectly proportioned woman's bodies, that I have ever seen, not flat chested, but not overly endowed, with a slim waist, and trim, but not skinny hips. There are eight or ten of us, mostly women, except for me, in the yoga class, held in a large room, with mirrored walls, and we are sitting quietly on the floor, awaiting instructions from the teacher, on the next exercise. "Nicole" is several rows in front of me, so it is easy for me to check her out, front, back, and side, using the mirrors, which I am doing, when she catches me looking at her legs! I am devastated, fearing a bad reaction from her! Her potential embarrassment, and/or anger, are the first thoughts that come to my mind. She locks eyes with me in the mirror at the front of the room, and I fear the worst. But she smiles, a warm, genuine smile, with her lips and her eyes! I return her warm smile, profoundly relieved at her apparently non-hostile reaction. We exchange glances several more times, during the class. I make it a point to approach her, after class, and make small talk, about the class, itself. I don't even ask her name, at that point, thinking that I will see her the next week, and not wanting to come on too strong, so soon after this encounter. After the class, I muse, alone, over our meeting. Quite romantic, actually: "Some enchanted evening, you will see a stranger, You will see a stranger, across a crowded room..." But she doesn't show at the class, for two more weeks, and I feel I may have lost her forever. I am devastated, again! I didn't even get her name, so I can't ask the teacher, a good female friend, about her. I have seen people wander in and out of these classes, all the time, for the past four years, when I have been a regular attendee, at one or another of them. Some become regulars, some come back once or twice, and some never come back, at all. Major bummer. But on the third week, she shows up at the class again, and she seems to remember me. We exchange glances, play eye games, and talk after class, very friendly, as if there has been no interruption in time. I find out that she owns her own business, and was out of town, on a business trip, for the past two weeks, which explains her absence. And her name is "Nicole." At that time, I was in my late sixties. I Google her under her business name, which she has shared, and find out that she is 7 or 8 years younger than I am, but she honestly looks much younger than that, late forties, early fifties, max. I also find her contact information, e-mail, phones, FAX, and street address, since she runs her business out of her home, which is nearby, to me. We seem drawn to each other. I was an independent technical consultant, a retired engineer, also working at home, at that time, and we hit it off, immediately. We begin to make a habit of talking after class, every week. She sometimes begs off, using the excuse that she has to go to the restroom, which she says is a common thing for her, "Everybody knows that "Nicole" is running to the restroom, again," she jokes, with me. I reply, "Go ahead, get comfortable. I'll wait for you." So she quits using that excuse. I am surprised that she is so open about her bodily functions to a man she doesn't yet know very well, since she seems to be a very private person, otherwise. I have to admit to myself that I am falling in love with her. In fact, she had me with that first smile, yet she seems to be holding me at arms length, not rejecting me, but not allowing me any closer, which is puzzling, to me. She never mentions a boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, children, etc., and she wears no rings, so I assume that she is available, but I never ask, directly, fearing that such a question may disrupt a fairly delicate, tenuous relationship, which I don't want to lose. I notice that she arrives at the class, about ten to fifteen minutes late, habitually, every week, which has several practical consequences: There are usually few, or no good spaces left, with a clear view of the teacher, and the supply of equipment, such as mats, blocks, bolsters, and blankets, has been seriously depleted, by the time she arrives. I had learned this lesson myself, years previously, and began arriving 10 to 15 minutes early, for this class, which is often crowded, at this time of day. So I offer to set up and save a spot, of her choosing, for her, every week, since it only takes me about 5 minutes to do it, and I am always there early, anyway. She accepts, reluctantly, at first, but she quickly sees the advantages, on days when the class is crowded, because the teacher is popular, and especially on days when she needs to "run to the restroom," before joining the class. So I perform this minor service for her, every week, for several years. We become good friends, and almost always carry on a conversation lasting 10 to 20 minutes, after class, on many subjects. No more restroom excuses, and she does thank me for saving her setup, one day, when she needed to use the restroom before class, saying, "I sure was glad that you had my setup saved today! I really needed the restroom, when I arrived. No chance to hold it, so I was very relieved that I didn't have to look for equipment, and a spot to set up. Thanks!" "My pleasure!" When she needs to pee after class, which is fairly often, she goes to the Ladies' immediately afterward, while I am putting away the equipment that she and I have used, and we have our conversation as we walk to our cars, together. We talk a lot, over the years, and find that parts of our histories are very similar. We both grew up in the Midwestern US, have European immigrant ancestries, but were both born in the States. We have similar political opinions, and even attend the same church, on occasion. We e-mail each other, fairly often. I have a strong romantic and sexual interest in her, and want very much to ask her out, but I am afraid that doing so may ruin our delicately balanced relationship. So I buy her a gift, a very pretty, and relatively expensive, yoga bag, which she has admired, in the hands of a substitute yoga teacher, but she refuses to accept it, since we are not family, and not dating, in her words. I am very disappointed, but I write her a heartfelt letter, in which I apologize, and tell her that I admire and like her as a person, and hope we can remain good friends. The friendship survives, and the sexual or romantic tension seems greatly reduced, between us, now that those feelings are acknowledged, and out in the open. We become much closer friends, and we talk even more freely. We are aware that we are seen as a couple, by the other women in the yoga class, but neither of us cares what they think. All of those other women keep trying to find out what our relationship really is, suspecting that it is romantic, of course, so they ask me leading, and sometimes tricky questions. But I give them plausible, benign explanations, which tell them nothing. I ended up dropping out of the yoga class, after getting injured in an industrial accident, and a fall, several years ago. My injuries limit my flexibility, for yoga, but not my strength, or other abilities. So the only times I see "Nicole" now, are in the local grocery stores, and at church, on rare occasions. But we are always very glad to see one another, and talk enthusiastically, often for 15 or 20 minutes, whenever and wherever we happen to meet. Dr.P.
  5. @Gotah, Another great chapter, or part of the story. Maya's back story, explaining her fetish, and her frustration with not having a willing and cooperative partner, is very believable, and makes her actions toward Alex totally credible. Congratulations on that! And their adventures in this chapter are very exciting. Thanks for posting, and keep up the good work!
  6. @steve25805, I totally agree. She told me he was a cop. I'm guessing that he came from a very conservative social background. Unfortunately, there are guys like that, out there, and they ruin it for the rest of us. She and I talked about this, at great length, later in our relationship, when she was totally comfortable with me. She confided that she was petrified that I would react in the same way as he did, if she let me watch her pee, and she didn't want to lose me, for that reason. On the first night that she opened up to me, and allowed me to share the bathroom with her, she was so anxious that she was almost in tears, until she saw my emotional and physical reaction to watching her, which proved what I had told her about me was true.
  7. I have lived in the LA metro area, near the beach, for roughly 40 years. steve25805 is right, in the grand scheme of things, but LA has some unique problems. The main problem is the relative abundance of public facilities, which are available to everyone, over long hours, 7 days a week. This abundance of facilities is not universal, of course, creating local opportunities for sightings. Facilities are sometimes overwhelmed, by large crowds, and the beach facilities were closed, recently, to discourage people from going there, during the Covid virus thing. But public awareness of the location and type of facilities is widespread, at public events, etc. Cleanliness of the facilities in LA is also above average, for large cities, in the US, which encourages usage by women, in preference to the outdoors. Surveillance cameras, and laws prohibiting public urination, are quite common, in the present LA world, especially near the beaches, and other places which attract large crowds. These also tend to reduce opportunities for sightings.
  8. Are women less kinky than men? This is a very interesting question, as many of you have pointed out. I agree there is no right or wrong answer, but I'll add my personal experiences and ramblings, to the mix, whatever they are worth. First of all, social conditioning has always been, and remains a very strong influence, as pointed out by many of you. Women have often had to suppress their desires, or at least refrain from expressing them openly, in society, at large, and in their personal relationships with men. They have had to acquiesce to the wishes of men, kinky or not, to acquire or maintain their positions in society, and even their lives, in numerous cases. And this has shaped the desires they may or may not express, depending partly on the degree to which they feel they can trust the people or group to whom they are relating. Stated simply, the greater the trust, the more open the expression, in my opinion. I have had at least a few personal experiences which illustrated this to me, often to my surprise. I have posted details of many of them here, on Pee Fans. "Lisa" was one of the more interesting cases, in my experience. In addition to an upbringing which emphasized being a "nice" girl, never talking about sex or excretion, she was emotionally traumatized by an experience with a former lover, wherein he broke up with her, expressing extreme disgust, when she peed on his hand, accidentally, when she had an orgasm, while he was getting her off, manually. Although she was quite liberal and relaxed in other aspects of her sexuality, it took many months for me to be allowed to share a bathroom with her. The key was establishing enough trust between us, so that she finally believed that her peeing turned me on very strongly, rather than disgusting me, as she had been taught about men. During a relationship which lasted 3 to 5 years, she eventually became kinkier than I was. One of her crowning achievements was kneeling over my face and peeing in my mouth, in a parked car, initiated entirely by her. I loved that experience, and many others, of course. Another of my best experiences was with "Melissa" or "Michelle," a girl from the conservative "Deep South" of the US, raised to be "prim and proper." (I have used either name, when I wrote about her.) When I first dated her, she would close and lock the bathroom door, and run tap water to cover the sounds of her peeing, when we were in her apartment. It took me more than a year to get her to allow me to share the bathroom with her, and then she kept her legs pressed tightly together, so I couldn't see her stream. She later told me that was my fault, because I 'pushed too hard," to watch her pee. Our relationship lasted more than ten years, and we are still in touch, by phone, to this day. She developed a custom or habit of bringing me her wet toilet paper, and placing it in my hand, discretely, when we were out for dinner, and she used the Ladies' room, by herself, of course. She also sat on my lap and peed on me, on the toilet, and had us both pee together, between her legs, on the toilet. She also had a very erotic outdoor peeing style, a very high squat, which she demonstrated for me, and had me wipe her leg, while she did it. Finally, there is "Ellie," the exceptional woman, in this discussion, who may have been as kinky, or kinkier than I was, from the beginning. From our very first dates, she would always leave the bathroom door halfway open, or more, and would frequently engage me in conversations while she peed, in her unique, very erotic style, with a loud hiss, starting and stopping frequently. This went on for more than ten years, of dating, off and on. Since we worked together, I was the one in a very awkward position, having to worry about social conditioning and disapproval. I wanted to walk into the bathroom with her, and watch her pee, or at least ask if I could, but I feared her reaction, if I had misinterpreted her intentions, and she took it badly, so I never did. I could visualize the rumors of my "perverted" behavior, circulating throughout the company, and limiting or ending my career. Decades later, I described her behavior to women friends, and was told that she was either testing my interest in her peeing, or actually teasing me, hoping I would, in fact, join her in the bathroom. In some ways, this was a two-way street: If she was interested, and teasing me, she didn't dare express her interest to me, for fear that I would circulate rumors about her perverse or disgusting tastes, in a world which disapproved of those tastes, especially if expressed by women. Dr. P.
  9. "Leah" Part 7. "Wet" Lovers: A "Wet" Awakening; Hard Start, Spectacular Finish. By Dr.P Summary: I watch her pee once, and lick and wipe her, before bed, where we actually go to sleep. She awakens me in the wee hours, imitating her hiss in my ear, telling me she needs to "piss-s-s-s," and she wants me to go with her. She has trouble getting her stream started, at first, as she had explained to me, previously, but she eventually succeeds, spectacularly well, spraying her legs and the seat. I lick her to a powerful orgasm, and she gets me off, between her wet legs, before we go back to sleep. She makes us some soup and salad, for supper, and we drink iced tea. We settle on the couch again, and actually watch some TV. I have my hand under her skirt, feeling her legs, as I did, the previous evening. She snuggles up with me, puts her legs in my lap, and captures my naughty hand, between her upper thighs, and her bare pussy, since she has no panties on. They are still drying in the bathroom, after she sprayed them in her desperate, squatting pee, earlier in the day. We both enjoy this, for quite a while. We are very comfortable and affectionate. She asks if I'm thirsty, and brings us each a glass of ice water. We drink our water, and get sleepy, as we watch the news. Her legs are back in my lap, with my hand on her pussy, again. This time, I feel some warm wetness, on her lips. She gives me a wicked grin, deliberately dribbles a little more on my hand, and says, "I need the little girls room, and I want you to come with me." "Love it! I'm your man, for that room!" She stands up. Still seated, I run my hands up her bare legs, reaching under her short skirt, then smooth it down, again. She takes my hand, I stand up, and we walk to the bathroom together. She stands in front of the toilet, and I drop to my knees, in front of her. "I love watching you lift your skirt, before you go. It's very sexy!" I comment. "Well, this skirt is so short, that there's not much to lift, or watch!" She replies. She lifts her skirt slowly, and gathers it around her waist, smiling down at me. "Do you mean like this?" She asks, seductively. "Yes! I love it! Very sexy!" I reach down and caress her smooth legs, from her ankles to her bum. Suddenly, my hands and her legs get sprinkled, briefly, with a mist of warm droplets. "See, I really need to make pi-pi! Feel my legs! They're wet, already! " "So I see! Love it!" I say, as I kiss her bare slit and thighs, licking a few droplets from them. She sits down, spreading her legs several inches apart, and looks quite comfortable. I dive right in, as usual, putting my face between her knees. "You better move back a little, or your face is going to get sprayed with my pi-pi!" "OK." I move my face back, and upward a little, as she starts to pee, with her usual melodious hiss, "sshsshsss." I love watching it come out of her, and I move back in to kiss her thighs, and caress her calves, while she pees. As she relaxes, the power of her stream grows stronger, "SShSShSSS," and it begins to spray forward. A few drops sprinkle the top of the seat, and my face, in the front, and I feel a gentle spray of a few drops, on the backs of my hands, as I caress her calves. I look down and see some spray going under the seat, wetting her calves, and my hands, caressing her legs. I look up and say, "Ooh, that's a nice surprise! I didn't expect that! It's very sexy when you sprinkle the backs of your legs, and my hands. I love it!" as I continue to caress her calves, which are now a little bit wet. "That's another thing that has been happening to me, lately. It almost never happened before. It's awfully messy, and I hate it! Sometimes, it gets my panties or pantyhose wet, if I have them below my knees, when I go. One time, when my legs were bare, I saw dribbles on them, when I stood up, and I had to stop, find all of them, and wipe them all off, before I left the bathroom. I couldn't see them very well, and I was afraid I'd miss some. Lucky I caught them, or I would have been very embarrassed, if someone saw dribbles on my legs, when I came out of the bathroom! They would know that I had peed on my legs!" "That would be extremely sexy! I would have loved to see that! What a turn-on! Now I'll be looking at your legs, and checking them for dribbles, whenever you go." "I don't think it's sexy! It's another nuisance! And it can be REALLY embarrassing, especially if I don't notice it, and wipe myself! But I'll be glad to have your help, looking out for me, and you can wipe my legs for me, too, any time you see that they're wet!" "Just another good excuse for me to look at your legs, and touch them too!" "Good! I'm glad that you're so interested in me! My peeing is intimate and personal, to me, and I'm glad you love it so much!" When her stream slows, I bury my face in her thighs, near her knees, at first. Then I reach around her waist, hug her, and just rest my face on her thighs, drinking in the fragrance of her fresh pee, which continues to flow, between them. I enjoy a few of her misty dribbles, when they sprinkle my face. She pets the back of my head, very affectionately. When her peeing finally stops, she spreads her legs, to allow me to lick the dribbles from her inner thighs and slit. She hands me a wad of t.p., and stands up, so I can finish wiping her thighs, bum, and of course, her calves. I pull her skirt down for her, over her bare bum. We walk into the bedroom, and get ready for actual sleep, since we are both quite tired, after our day. She puts on a nightie, still with no panties, and I put on my sleeping shorts and t-shirt. I place my hand between her lovely, smooth, thighs. She opens them a little bit, then squeezes my hand tightly between them, as I nestle it against her pussy, and we both fall asleep. I am having a nice dream about her, listening to her hissing piss, as I watch it come out, when I begin to wake up, and realize that she is hissing through her teeth, in my ear, "sshsshsss!" Seeing that I am finally awake, she says, "I have to piss-s-s-s...! Do you want to get up and come with me, and watch me do it, or do you just want to stay here, and sleep? I have to go pretty bad, so you better make up your mind quick!" My hand is still between her legs, and she emphasizes her point by leaking a few drops of her warm piss on it. "I want to come with you! I don't want to miss this! I was just dreaming about you, pissing with a nice hiss! A real turn-on." She chuckles, opens her legs to release my hand, takes it in hers, walks quickly to the toilet, whips her nightie up, wraps it securely around her waist, and sits down, with her legs spread wider apart than usual. "I have to go really bad, and I don't want to get my legs too wet, so we have a lot to clean up, in the middle of the night!" she says, by way of explanation. I drop to my knees, and take up my usual position, in front of her, but not too close. "Watch out, so you don't get wet!" she warns, but her pee doesn't spray, when she tries to start, as it usually does. She squeezes her thighs closer together, and pushes, then opens her legs, to see if anything is coming out. A few dribbles leak out of her slit, and run down her bum, but nothing more. "Hmm... That's strange! I feel like I have to go, really bad! I think this may be one of those times that I told you about, where I have to push much harder, to make it come out, because of the scar tissue in my urethra. You better move back, and get some t.p. ready to wipe both of us! This could get messy! Are you ready?" "Ready as ever!" I grab a wad of t.p. from the roll, and get it ready. She spreads her lips, then lets them relax, pushes a little harder, squeezing her legs together, and manages a brief, weak burst of pee. It hisses briefly, and sprinkles, erratically, leaving dribbles on her pussy, her upper, inner thighs, and even on the fronts of her thighs, then stops. She pushes down again, with more force, squeezing her legs together briefly, then opening them wide. Sure enough, her pee suddenly bursts out of her slit, and sprays hard, in every direction, forward toward the front of the seat, and me, sideways, wetting her inner thighs, and upward, sprinkling the tops of her thighs, as she sits. Some spray shoots through the gap, under the seat, again, leaving some dribbles on her calves. All of it is quite spectacular, and goes on for a few seconds, with a loud hiss, "SSShShSSS!" until she clasps her thighs together and bends sharply forward, to direct the spray between and below her legs, confining it in the toilet. I listen to her hiss, "ssshshsss" and low-pitched tinkle, muffled by her compressed thighs, which are already very wet. "It's a lot easier to wipe my legs than the floor!" she explains. "Wow! That's the most spectacular, sexiest piss I've ever seen!" Kneeling on the floor, in front of her, I move toward her, kiss the tops of her knees, and try to put my face in her lap, but she is leaning forward too far, blocking my head, and she resists, saying, "Wait! It's going to spray in your face, and get you all wet, if you kiss my legs, now!" She presses her thighs even tighter together, to keep her powerful spray confined between them, as her muffled, but high pitched, melodious hiss,"sshshshsss," continues. Her spray goes forward, under the seat, wetting her calves, and forms a little puddle on the tops of her upper thighs, which I have seen once, before. She is right, my face would get wet, if I was kissing her thighs, with my face in her lap, at this point. The audible sound of her hiss finally becomes softer, indicating that her flow is slowing. At this point, she opens her thighs very slightly, trying to let the puddle between them drain, and sits up a little straighter on the seat, allowing my face to reach her upper thighs. I lean forward, and lap most of the puddle up, before it can drain. She opens her legs, allowing the remainder to flow into the toilet, and my face to get closer to her pussy. I lick the wetness from her legs. She pats the back of my head, to welcome me, and squeezes my face, affectionately, with her warm, wet thighs, as her pee continues to flow, between them. I continue to hear her muffled hiss, "shshshsh," which softens, as her bladder relaxes, and her flow returns to normal. She opens her thighs further, to let me watch it come out. The strength of her stream gradually dwindles to a few dribbles, and an occasional spurt, and finally stops, leaving her very wet, from her mons to her ankles. "Glad you liked it! But you have to admit that it's messy, though! And guess who gets to help me with the cleanup?" "Me, as I promised!" I answer, with a wicked grin, as I begin licking the pee drops from the fronts of her thighs. "Any other guy would be turned off by seeing me pee all over myself, like I did, twice, today, but you tell me it's the sexiest thing you've ever seen, and you want to lick me clean! I'm so glad to have you with me!" "It's a labor of love!" I reply. She spreads her legs wide, for me, giving me access to her inner thighs, slit, and bum, as she pulls my head toward her. I lick and wipe her thighs and bum, but leave her slit wet, for the moment. I find dribbles on her calves, already running down to her ankles, where I didn't expect them, but then I remember the spray which went through the gap under the seat, and got them wet. I wipe her calves and ankles with t.p. Finally, I catch the dribbles on the seat, and start to reach toward her pussy, with some t.p. She brings her thighs together to stop me, saying, "Let's save that for the bed. Get that big towel and bring it with you. I'll try to keep my legs together, so I don't drip too much on the floor. I wish your back was as strong as it used to be, before you got hurt, so you could carry me to the bedroom." "Me too!" I grab the big towel and spread it on the bed, and she walks, keeping her legs together, as much as possible, so the dribbles on her pussy don't run all the way down her legs, and reach the floor. She lies on the towel, on the bed, and spreads her legs. I dive between them, and notice that her inner thighs are quite wet, all the way to her knees, although I thought I had wiped them, when she was on the toilet. She grins, and tells me, "I knew that I had a little more pee in me, and I could feel it running down my legs, while I was walking. I couldn't stop it from leaking, but I didn't think it would get all the way to the floor, if I kept my legs together, while I walked, so you get it." "Thanks! Yumm!" I reply as I begin licking her from her knees toward her pussy, which looks wet. I even catch a couple of dribbles on her calves, before moving higher. I work my way up her thighs to her wet pussy, and begin tonguing her slit, I prolong my attentions, enjoying every minute, and every drop of her pee and juices that I can lick from her. She starts writhing, squeezing my face between her wet thighs, and humping my face, finishing with a shuddering orgasm, which seems to last a long time. "Oh, my god, that was fantastic!" "Yes, it was, for me, too!" "Let me get you off between my legs, like I did, yesterday! It's the least I can do, after that!" "I'd love that!" She stretches her legs out, spreads her lips, and sprinkles a little pee on them, to get them wet and slippery, then rolls to her side, puts my cock between her legs, pees on it briefly, just a few drops, and starts the scissoring motion of her thighs, which I remember from the previous day. I cum, almost immediately, squirting it between her thighs, and on her pussy. We wipe each other with some tissues and the towel, snuggle together, and fall asleep in each other's arms. Dr.P
  10. I grew up in the Midwestern US, in the previous century. Guys all peed outside, without hesitation, or problems. There were no real penalties, except possible embarrassment, if a girl or woman happened to see us. But the modern world has changed all of that, as beachmom has said. First of all, there is strong social disapproval, the "war on men," which she describes. Second, there are very serious potential legal problems, in many locations, as noted by Sweets, among others. Men can be jailed, and branded as sex offenders, for life, for taking a leak, in a public place. And third, with the ubiquity of surveillance cameras, in today's world, men can be caught on tape, and subjected to those same legal penalties. So the freedom to pee anywhere is just not worth the risk, anymore, in my view.
  11. @Sophie and @gldnwetgoose, I totally agree with Sophie on the length, but longer would have been good, too. The important aspects were the intimate insights, the total credibility, and the concurrent stories of using the toilet and the urinals. As Sophie says, the imagery adds to all of these effects, and the details of showing Jessica around the office, and introducing her, just make the story all the more real, as I see it.
  12. @gldnwetgoose, Great story, with penetrating insights into the usually very private world of women's peeing. Extremely credible and believable, especially when told from a female point of view, which could have been challenging. But you knocked it out of the park! Thanks for a very enjoyable read!
  13. "Leah" Part 6: "Wet" Lovers: Her Outdoor Ladies' Room; Squatting or Standing? by Dr.P Summary: She shows me how and where she can pee, either squatting or standing, outdoors, in her yard. I lick her to an intense orgasm, right there, outside, after she gives me a drink of her hot lemonade, directly in my mouth. She makes sandwiches and iced tea for us, for lunch, and we sit outside, since the weather is very nice. After lunch, she shows me around her yard, her favorite flowers, and a young avocado tree, which she has grown from a seed from her old tree, at her former home. We sit outside and talk, for a while, sitting across from one another. She looks very sexy, in her short skirt, crossing, opening, and re-crossing her legs, and she doesn't make any attempt to keep her lady parts covered, much to my delight. She shows me that she wasn't kidding about liking to have me look at her legs, and more. "I want to show you one more thing," she says, standing up, and giving me her hand. "It's over here, by the fence, at the corner of the house." She leads me over to a fairly secluded spot, bounded on three sides by the house wall, and the board fence, and shows me a drain grate, set in concrete, beneath a rain downspout from the roof. "There are no neighbors on this side, because I'm on the end of the block, and there's a high fence on the back of the property, which blocks the view, from the desert. So that's my outdoor Ladies' room," she says, pointing to the drain. "If I'm working in the yard, and I have to go, I don't have to take off my shoes, to avoid tracking dirt into the house. I can just squat right here, and go in the storm drain. Want to see me do it, right now?" "I'd love to!" She whips up her short skirt, and squats low, over the drain, very much like I remember her doing, when we worked on the large blueprints, on the office floor, many years ago. She starts to pee, with a nice hiss and moderate spray, lightly sprinkling her upper, inner thighs, but her main stream goes directly into the drain. She has obviously done this before. I sit on a large concrete block, facing her, for a better view. "See how easy it is for me, when I'm not wearing panties?" "Love it! A better view for me, too, with your short skirt, as you told me!" She stops peeing suddenly, stands up straight, spreads her legs, then moves back a little, until she is directly over the drain. "Since I don't have panties on, I can do it standing up, just like you! And you'll be able to see better, too!" Holding her skirt up, she starts to pee, and it runs down her right leg. So she stops, spreads her lips with her fingers, holds them open, and restarts. This time, it comes out straight, and more forward, so it almost hits me, as it splatters on the concrete, near the drain. She bends her knees slightly, and it goes directly into the drain. Her stream eventually weakens, and starts to run down her legs, again. She stops peeing, spreads her lips, then squeezes them together with her fingers, and shakes her bum, to get rid of the last dribbles, although a few still cling to her legs. When she finally finishes, she asks, "Which way did you think was sexier, when I squatted, or when I stood up?" "I loved it when you stood up!" Then, she notices the dribbles on her legs. "Ooh, I got wet, didn't I? And I forgot to bring some tissue." "Come right over here, for your wipe, pretty lady!" "But you didn't bring any tissue, either!" "Not to worry. I'll take good care of you. Just keep your skirt up, come stand close, in front of me, and spread those beautiful legs!" She does exactly as I have asked her. Still sitting on the concrete block, I reach behind her and hug her close to me, with my mouth at the exact height of her pussy, and begin licking her, starting with her inner thighs, and moving quickly to her pussy, which I lick and suck. "Oh, god, that feels good! You're very naughty, but you sure take good care of me! I have to go a little more, right now. I didn't get it all out, because it was running down my legs, as you could see, and I had to stop. I can squat now, to get the rest of it out, so it doesn't run down my legs, while you watch... Unless you're thirsty, and would like a drink?" She gives me a wink, and a wicked grin. "Oh, hell yes! I'm always thirsty for your hot lemonade! I'd love for you to do it in my mouth! Don't waste it on your legs, or in the drain!" I reply, as I tongue kiss her pussy, open my mouth, and hug her thighs tight to my face. She lets go a mouthful of her warm pee, directly in my mouth. I swallow it eagerly, and she gives me another, which I also swallow. Gaining confidence, she spreads her lips and pushes, shooting a hissing stream directly into my mouth, for a few seconds. I swallow it all, greedily, and look up at her, for more. "That's all I have, right now. Did you like it?" "Love it! Yumm!" "I can't believe I just watched myself pee in your mouth, and you not only loved it, but you swallowed it! You must really love me!" "I told you that I do! I've wanted to do that, ever since I met you!" I continue licking her thighs, and her slit, finding all of her little pee dribbles, and finally her clit, between her lips. She starts humping my face, and leans back against the board fence, for support, as a powerful orgasm shakes her whole body. She squirts her cum and a little more pee in my mouth, squeezing my face between her thighs. She drops her skirt, covering my head, as she recovers. I keep on kissing her thighs and pussy, under her skirt, and caressing the backs of her thighs, and her calves, from her ankles up. My active hands find a few remaining dribbles, which I stroke away, so they don't run down her legs. She finally lifts her skirt and pats my head, saying, "Thanks for getting those last few drops off of my legs, so they don't run down, and get my feet wet. Haven't you had enough of me and my pee, today?" "I never get enough of you, or my favorite drink," I reply. "Can you stay over another night, tonight? Now that our meeting is over, we can really relax, and be together." "I think so. That sounds great. I said I'd be gone for a couple of days. Are you sure you want me around, invading your privacy, for another night?" "I'd love to have you. My privacy gets very lonely, after a while." Dr.P
  14. @Gotah, The story keeps getting better, as it progresses from one part to another! Great! And still very believable and credible. It reads like a true experience. I love her invitation to have him lick her clean. Sounds like she has some previous experiences with this, while he is still a little too young and inexperienced to appreciate her offer. That is very believable, at his age. Hope he eventually accepts her gracious invitation. I certainly would!
  15. @Gotah, I love part 2! It's every bit as good as part 1, maybe even better. Keep up the good work! I'm wondering what Maya's thing really is, and looking forward to finding out more about her, and her potential interaction, and relationship with Alex, in the next parts of the story.

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