Dr.P

Some girls just have very large bladder capacities, so it's not a problem.

@fetishguy, Yes, I always enjoy hearing details of female peeing, especially from the ladies, themselves. I often ask leading questions of them, when they return from the Ladies room, hoping for revealing answers, but I like volunteered comments and stories, even better. Depending on how well I know them, and their attitudes toward peeing, I may start with something simple, like "Did everything come out OK?" or "That was fast!" or the very innocuous "Do they keep the Ladies' rooms clean, here?" One of my gf's, "Lisa," and I developed a routine, where I would say, "Tell me a story!" when she returned from the Ladies, and she would supply details. She would often ask me the same question. She would relay details to me, like whether she sat down or squatted, the sounds she made, and heard, etc.

 "Leah,"  a more or less Platonic friend, was born and raised in a rural area of Northern Europe, where they had outhouses for toilets, in elementary school. Before she really knew me well, at all, she volunteered a story, about how the boys in her school had found their way under the girls' side of the outhouse, to watch them pee, herself included. That was a super turn-on, for me! We have now known each other for several decades, and she still shares details about her peeing, although I still haven't revealed my fetish to her. One time, we were eating in a restaurant, on a business trip, when she went to the restroom. When she returned, she volunteered, "Nothing coming out!" without my asking. She is subject to frequent bladder infections, and she always confides them to me, when she has one. She also takes diuretic meds, regularly, and tells me when she has not taken them, or doubled up on them, on a given day. So I enjoy her stories fairly often, right up to the present time. 

I often whispered in the ear of another former  gf, "Michelle," asking her if her legs got wet, when she returned from the Ladies, since I knew she did it in a low squat, or sitting down, with her legs together, or slightly separated. She would always give me honest answers. She soon started handing me "souvenir" wads of damp or wet t.p., when she returned from the Ladies, saying, "See for yourself." I would sniff them discreetly, and put them in my pocket. One time, she handed me a wad that was much wetter than usual, so I asked her what happened. She wouldn't give me any details, that time, but just said she got very wet. I suspected that she had peed directly on the t.p., deliberately, just to play with my mind. That was an unusual turn-on, for me.

@MidoriLemonade85, Your post reminds me of experiences I had with a very beloved GF, long ago. She allowed me to watch her pee, and lick her "dry" afterward. I would then lick her to a mutually satisfying orgasm, on the bed. She always put a towel underneath her, to keep the bed dry. As she approached her orgasm, she would often feel that she needed to pee, and would warn me, saying, "You better stop licking that spot, or your face will get awfully wet, in a few seconds! I feel like I'm going to pee!" "Go for it! Bring it on!" I would answer. At about that point, she would have her orgasm, and I would taste her juices, but no pee, unfortunately. One day, when this had happened several times, and she gave me her usual warning, I replied, "Promises, promises!" and we both laughed uproariously. I continued licking her special spot, and she had her usual orgasm, without releasing any pee. That is one of many experiences that I wish I could repeat, until she manages to flood my mouth with her delicious lemonade, which never happened! Hope you continue to enjoy your experiences with your husband.   

Emma Chamberlain appeared on Jimmy Fallon's show, recently, and gave a detailed description of her visit to the Ladies' room, saying that it took so long to pee because the dresses she and the other women wore, were so hard to move around, that it took an hour to pee, and rest afterward. It was even more erotic because she was wearing a short mini, with boots, exposing her thighs just short of her panties.

Many decades ago, literally at my mother's knee, when I was less than 3 years old.

Before my sisters were born, I was an only child, and followed my Mom around an empty house, all day, while my father was at work, including her visits to the only bathroom, located on the second floor. She almost always left the bathroom door open, when we were home alone, anticipating that I would follow her. She would say, "I have to go," or "I have to wee-wee. C'mon with me," when she went. ("Wee-wee" was her preferred word for pee, used as a noun and a verb. She rarely said "pee," and I never heard her say "piss.") I usually followed her, stopping in the open bathroom doorway, and watching her from a distance, very curious, but not sure whether I should follow her all the way inside the bathroom, for a closer look, which I really wanted to do.

I don't remember how old I was, the first time she invited me to come all the way into the bathroom with her, but it was a common occurrence, by the time I reached about 2½ years old, and continued, several times a day, until I was about 4½ years old. 

I was overjoyed to be invited so directly by her, so I walked into the bathroom, and knelt down in front of her, on the toilet, for a closer view, staring intently at her bare, upper thighs, pressed tightly together, above her stocking tops, and tried to look between them, hoping to see her wee-wee come out. But she squeezed them even closer together, and bent forward a little, to wee-wee, blocking my view, quite successfully. Her wee-wee made a melodious tinkle, like water being sprinkled in the toilet, rather than the lower-pitched sounds of my father's single, direct stream, and my smaller one. Sometimes, her wee-wee, made a muffled "shshsh" or "sssss" sound, at first, and then a melodious tinkle, later, before it stopped, and she had to wipe.

I don't know if she was aware of my innate curiosity about, and interest in her "wee-wee," at that time. But my intimate questions undoubtedly revealed those interests and curiosities, over a period of time. These experiences were asexual, or pre-sexual, for me, since I had no idea what sex was, when these observations and events took place, at my ages then (~2½ to ~8 yo). So I never knowingly had sexual thoughts about my mother, or felt guilty, on that account. I was motivated by intense interest and curiosity about female urination, which was new and unknown to me, and thus, exciting, at the ages and in the times I describe, which I will soon post in a "memoir," of sorts, probably under the subject thread of "Watching mom pee."  Dr.P.

This is one of my very favorite topics, so I have posted numerous times, on various aspects of it. But there is plenty of new information, as well as opinions, and questions, here. Like lengajesytec, I personally think forward peeing is very hot, but unfortunately uncommon. A lady with the anatomy of ukpeegirl186 would be a dream come true, for me! The video on Asian squat toilets, posted by, sathuta, is actually very informative, with regard to natural stream angles, and flow directions. They apply equally well to seated female peeing, on Western style toilets, as well as the design of urinals for female users.

Angle 1, in this video, is straight down, vertically, into the bowl, as described by Peewee123. and probably fairly common, in Western populations, as indicated by the large number of photos of women doing it this way, with their legs open or closed.  These women probably find sitting on conventional, Western toilets easy, and not very messy, most of the time. Many of these women can sit up straight, without even bending forward, to keep their streams in the bowl, as noted by Peewee123.  On the other hand, they may find it difficult to pee standing, or even squatting, because it may wet their clothing, or run down their legs.

Angle 2 is intermediate, between vertical and horizontal, and may also be fairly common, in Western populations. At least 2 of my gf's had this natural angle. These women may need to lean forward, slightly, when sitting down, or squatting, to avoid wetting the seat, or their thighs, but they can usually learn to pee standing, without much trouble, if their stream goes far enough forward, to avoid wetting their legs, shoes, or clothing.

Angle 3 is closer to horizontal than vertical, and can render seated peeing on conventional Western toilets difficult for these women, as described by ukpeegirl186. They may even have some difficulty using Asian squat toilets, because their streams may overshoot them, in the forward direction. But these women may have very little difficulty squatting, standing, or using male-style urinals. I am guessing that this angle is uncommon, if not rare, in Western populations, but may be more common, among Asians, as indicated by the fact that most Asian women's squat toilets have a deflector, in the front, to catch high, forward-directed streams. This adds to design and construction costs for public facilities, so there must be a real need for it.

Real statistical data on these exit angles would be fascinating to me. They arise from basic anatomy, and they may vary significantly with body type and ethnicity. So they may influence the peeing styles, positions, and even clothing, preferred by women, in various cultures, around the world.

Very interesting discussion, so far. Alpian says  "I'm surprised at your estimates, and @Dr.P has run into a very interesting subset of woman during his life!"  I was aware of that probability, when I posted my experiences, which is the reason that I pointed out the conditions under which they occurred, some years ago, in the US. My statistics on the total percentage of women who are not into pee at all, 40%-50%, are in substantial agreement with several other posts, here, while some of my other experiences are probably unusual, or at least less common.

As noted by others, obtaining honest, unbiased answers in this area is very difficult. beachmom's  statistic, indicating that 79% of women admit to peeing in the shower, is in accord with an episode of the "Today" show, from about 10 years ago, in which most of the female anchors admitted to peeing in the shower, including Tamron Hall, who commented on the feeling of immense relief that doing it gave her.  Since these are very professional women, who are in the public eye, I was surprised by their honesty.  Other anchors, Hoda Kotb, and Kathie Lee Gifford, in particular, have been surprisingly open about their experiences in public bathroom facilities, accidentally wetting clothing, etc. So the experiences are out there, but they are not necessarily being revealed, in public forums or surveys. 

I think it would take a very cleverly designed survey to obtain reliable information in the general population, as compared to the ladies who post in these forums, on Pee Fans. Maybe Alpian is right, and a person trained in the social sciences could devise such a survey, in the present time. I believe that attitudes toward female peeing have relaxed, substantially, with the commonality of "bladder leak" underwear commercials on mainstream TV, in the US. But that conditioning is very strong, among women as Alpian notes. I still have strong memories of conversations with women, in the 1970's and 1980's, at the height of the "sexual revolution," when they would discuss their sexual feelings, orgasms, menstrual periods, etc., in great detail, but would become evasive, and lapse into awkward silence, when asked about their peeing. I'm hoping that has changed, in the general population, by now.      

Very interesting, and very difficult questions to answer, thanks to DoctorDoctor. Some of his categories may overlap, in the sense that one individual may fit into more than one, or even in all three. And I would add another, "Percentage of women who enjoy being watched, peeing." Of course, this could be considered a subset of participation in pee play with others, but I think it shows a more limited, exhibitionist streak, which may not extend to physical interaction.

For actual statistics, I'll start with my own, lifetime experiences with women I have been close enough to talk with, about peeing: casual g.f.'s, close g.f.'s, and one wife, a total of 12. Of these, 5, or 42% had no erotic interest in pee, at all, and may have been hostile to such interests. I am uncertain about the interests of one other (8%), but she did show me a unique feature of her toilet, in her basement apartment, with a wink and a grin: It was raised up more than a foot off of the floor, to prevent overflow, during heavy rains, in the Midwestern U.S. Of the remaining 6, 3, or 25% had experimented with pee, by themselves, naughty peeing, wetting, etc. One (8%) was intensely curious about, and interested in watching men pee. Finally, at least 2 (16%) were interested in being watched peeing. Two more liked being watched, and heard peeing, but already fit, in other categories, like self peeing.  

Based on these experiences, I am guessing that the estimates of DoctorDoctor are on the high side, in most categories, particularly the second one, watching others pee, where I would guess 10-20%. Of all of the women I've talked to, this is the category about which they profess to know the least. Some will describe their own behavior, in detail, but claim to know nothing about the behavior of other women, in similar situations. Admittedly, I am viewing things through the lens of a much earlier time, and a much older generation, which was more repressed by society, with regard to women peeing. With regard to urban/rural differences, mentioned by Adyguy6970, they may be different now, than they were in my generation, when rural girls were more "earthy" and comfortable with their bodily functions, than "proper" city girls.  

I don't think I have discovered any totally new kinks from other people, here, but my own tastes have certainly been influenced and intensified by what I have seen and read. I have always been fascinated by messy pisses, in which girls get their legs wet, either by intentionally spraying, with their legs open, or keeping them close together or crossed, while they pee. Pictures of these situations are by no means rare, but they are not too common, on the web, in general. So I am very grateful for the posts of contributors like Puddyls,  who has presented pictures of fantasies I didn't know I had! Many thanks to her, and others, who post here! :)

@ MonsterKane46: "EL James rejected a pee fetish? I did not know that. wow."

Yes, quite unequivocally, in the second or third volume of the trilogy, I have forgotten which. It has been a long time since I read it. It was as unexpected to me, as it is to you. It was a low key rejection, wherein she needed to pee, at the same time as he was using the bathroom, for some mundane purpose, like washing his hands. She insisted, quite firmly, that he must leave the bathroom, because his presence would be too kinky for her. I read all three volumes carefully, although I found a lot of it boring, looking for favorable references to water sports, in the hope that her blessing would influence the acceptance of our fetish among mainstream women, since they seemed to like the whole novel so much. I was disappointed, to say the least. Even "Dr. Ruth" gave her tacit blessing, back in the day!

I have been in several past relationships in which I introduced partners to my piss fetish, with varying degrees of success. One or two eventually embraced the fetish enthusiastically, and the relationships became very satisfying. Another viewed my fetish with what I would call "amused tolerance," but she cooperated surprisingly well, and our relationship became mutually satisfying. I didn't think I had ever dated a woman who was already into the fetish, but I am now virtually certain that I did, with one, who left the bathroom door partially open, when she peed. But I was too fearful of negative repercussions to reveal my interests to her, and I missed out on what could have been a great relationship, since we dated off and on, for ten years. Revelation of a traditionally non-mainstream fetish is difficult, in our society. It was even rejected by the author of "Fifty Shades of Grey!"

Love drinking directly from a female tap, preferably dilute, and/or licking the dribbles from her lips, legs, and thighs, after she pees. Never tasted my own, and have no desire or interest, in doing so.

A favorite memory is a g.f. who straddled my face, in the back seat of her car, and emptied her entire bladder into my mouth. We had been drinking vodka and tonic, She had had about 3 tall drinks, so her pee was dilute, with a faint smell, and a slightly sweet taste. She would stop, intermittently, to allow me to swallow, ask me if I wanted more, and resume giving me my drink, until she was empty. This was entirely her idea, and she initiated it, after she found out how much I loved licking her, after she peed. All of the details can be found in one or another of my posts about "Lisa," several years ago. When she first started peeing, that day, it was running down her right thigh, into my mouth, which she insisted on correcting, by adjusting her position, so she could do it directly in my mouth. She said it was neater, that way. This was a lady who wouldn't allow me in the bathroom with her, when we first started dating. It took me the better part of 6 or 8 months to convince her otherwise.  

I choose B. I had cats, for many years, and they very rarely messed with the t.p. A kitten might do it, once.

Following gldenwetgoose, I would like to focus on some positives. The most serious negative I see is blurry, poor photography, in shots and poses which could be very erotic, if photographed or lighted better. Also, elaborate preliminaries, culminating in the actress peeing a few dribbles, are disappointing, to say the least. And lastly, although I enjoy seeing a woman's beautiful breasts, I think it is totally ridiculous for her to display them prominently in scenes of furtive, supposedly secret, public pissing, where the last thing she would do is reveal any more of her anatomy than is absolutely necessary to get the job done, as privately as possible.   

I may be in a minority, here, but I don't think that models must always exhibit smiling, happy facial expressions in all contexts. I prefer an appearance of reality, in the context of the photo or video, even if it is just well acted. For example, an expression of surprise, dismay, annoyance, or all three, is perfectly appropriate in scenes where her stream has gotten out of her control, unexpectedly spraying, or running down her legs, or wetting her clothing, the toilet or car seat, or the floor. The same goes for contexts in which she discovers that she is being observed, when she didn't expect it. Oddly enough, a facial expression indicating boredom, in an obviously posed or choreographed photo or video, can be humorous, as well as erotic.  Conversely, a facial expression of intent, in a messy context, deliberately peeing down her leg, or spraying the toilet seat, or the floor, for example, can also be very erotic.  I like the illusion of reality, seeing what a woman might actually do, in unfamiliar, or even familiar situations.      

@Starks2010, I feel exactly as you do, about attitudes of girlfriends toward pee. Most of mine were not into it, at the beginning of our relationships, but several of them progressed to an attitude that I characterize as "amused tolerance," when they found out how much their peeing turned me on. To me, this attitude means that they will allow me to watch them piss, and they will talk about it with me, and tell me stories about their past and current experiences, which are huge turn-ons for me. I ease into revealing my fetish in a similar way to your technique, by asking questions about their experiences in bathrooms, or outdoors, basically, variations on "Did everything come out OK?" I often start with very innocuous questions on the cleanliness or design (female urinals, etc.) of the facilities they have just used, or the urgency of their need for a piss, and I am often rewarded with very detailed stories.

One of my girlfriends, "Lisa," exceeded my hopes, immensely, by really getting into the fetish with me, starting from a very reserved and secretive beginning. I have posted her story in detail, on Pee Fans, real stories some years ago, but here is the Cliff's Notes version:

Like many women of my generation, growing up during WW2, she was led to believe that her peeing was strictly an excretory function, and a total turn-off to other people, especially men. That belief was unfortunately strongly reinforced by an experience with a former lover, immediately before we met. He was getting her off by hand, and she accidentally peed on his hand when she came. He shook her pee off of his hand, in total disgust, took a shower, left the room where they were staying, and never called her again. She didn't tell me about this experience, at first. The sex between us was very good, and she seemed open to anything, but she basically ignored my lighthearted questions about her bathroom visits, and hints about how much women's peeing turned me on, for 6 or 8 months.

Finally, I begged her to leave the bathroom door open a crack, so I could listen to her pee, and she acquiesced, anxiously and reluctantly. When her hiss and tinkle ended, I opened the door, walked into the bathroom, and offered to help her wipe. She accepted when she saw my raging hard on and my obvious excitement. After we made love, she told me the whole story, and invited me into the bathroom with her, to watch her pee. She explained that she simply didn't believe my assertions that her peeing would turn me on, feared the opposite was true, and didn't want to lose me. But my excitement, that evening, proved I was telling the truth. We enjoyed a very "wet" and active relationship, for 3 or 4 years, after that. She liked to sit on the running boards of cars and pee, while I watched. Her crowning achievement was straddling my face, in the back seat of her ancient Cadillac, and peeing in my mouth. Delicious! She would also tell me intimate stories, when she had to visit public bathrooms, during our dates. 

@Uroguy, The one in the blue, sitting sideways on the couch, on page 36, is my fav. I can imagine her peeing straight down on the floor, or into a pot, from that exact pose.

A view from the front, with her sitting on, or hovering over a toilet, with her thighs a few inches apart, stretching her panties, at mid thigh, with her ragged stream spraying forward, sprinkling her inner thighs, and the seat.

My short answer is that I'm all for it. I have posted extensively on the subject, on Pee Fans, since 2017, most recently in January of 2021, so there is no point in reiterating my comments, here. I am in general agreement with the current comments and opinions of gldnwetgoose, Ms.Tito, Brutus, and Sophie.

I don't see anything creepy or morally wrong with it, as long as the listener doesn't interact with the pee'er in any way, to cause embarrassment, anxiety, anger, fear, or other negative emotions, or record her sounds, without permission of the pee'er. This latter would extend to verbal description and identification of her sounds to her acquaintances, and even to herself, without her permission.

Given architectural realities, sound insulation of bathrooms, both doors and walls, in public and private buildings, is generally notoriously poor, at least here in the U.S., so hearing the sounds is virtually unavoidable, which absolves the listener, pretty much, in my opinion. Why feel guilty about something which is part of the environment, which we all share?

The attitude of the pee'er to her own sounds is another significant factor, since they vary widely among individuals. For some, those sounds are very embarrassing, to be concealed, at all costs. These are the women who close all doors and windows, and run tap water, while peeing, to camouflage their hiss and tinkle. They may even try to aim their streams at the porcelain, rather than the water, to minimize secondary sounds, even if the back splatter gets messy.

Others are totally unconcerned, and don't care who hears them. They are usually unaware, or don't care about the sexual connotations of their peeing sounds in the minds of potential listeners. They may even mention their sounds, and joke about them, in casual conversations. These are the women who will carry on a casual conversation with a listener, while they are peeing.

Still others are aware of the possible sexual appeal of their sounds, and may use them as an attractive device, in reality, and in conversations. This awareness can have other consequences, depending on the attitude of the pee'er toward the potential listener. If she does not want to attract a particular listener, she may try to suppress her sounds. Or if she perceives that a particular listener finds the sounds, or the act of urination itself, to be sexually unattractive, she may again attempt to suppress her sounds, if she wants to attract that listener. So it can get complicated.

@SneakyPee & gldnwetgoose, If my memory serves, I think that all of my fictional stories have been based around real events, or at the very least, around real people, with whom I am acquainted. I have usually placed a note in the text, indicating the point of transition between truth and fiction, but I once posted a story in which I invited readers to guess where the transition occurred. At least one of them got it correct. I may try that again, just for fun. 

@Panther95: Been there, done that, in both kinds of relationships. Good luck finding both attributes, in the same person. I have, more than once, but it is not easy.

@sd91, As a 'forward pee'er,' do you ever get splashback from the seat or front of the toilet? 

"Ellie's" Sun Deck Repair.
By Dr.P

Summary: This is a "partly truth and partly fiction" story, about "Ellie", which I hope will illustrate an approach to writing fiction, starting from a basis in fact. I would normally post it in the Fictional Stories section. This story contains female urination, and my licking the dribbles from her thighs and pussy, afterward.

As noted at the beginning of my stories about "Ellie," we actually dated, in reality, over a period of ten years, or more, after our initial trip together. We sort of became "friends with benefits," before the phrase was invented. I also helped her with minor repairs and chores around her house, which she often made interesting for me, since she appeared to know my erotic tastes much better than I thought she did.  

On my real repair visits, she almost always dressed casually, in knee-length or longer dresses or skirts, under which she sometimes wore panties, and sometimes did not. She usually gave me ample opportunities to find out, and gauge her moods, when she made us lunch and drinks, during the day, and sat across from me,, while we ate and talked. One of these days was particularly memorable, and inspired this fantasy story, which begins in reality:

I had put in some fairly hard labor, in that reality, reworking the wood on her sun deck, when she appeared with sandwiches and a couple of beers, for each of us, in mid afternoon, on a pleasant summer day. She sat down, across from me, on a concrete step above the sun deck, in a knee-length skirt, which she was careful to pull out from under her bum, in the back, as she sat down. That piqued my interest, of course. She was not a compulsive leg crosser, so I got glimpses between her thighs, as usual. She was not wearing panties, which was also common, with her, in this situation. She had told me, long ago, that she didn't care if anyone looked up her skirt, so I enjoyed the view, as I ate lunch, and drank both of my beers.

"I didn't think you liked beer," I commented, as she started her second bottle.

"I like it just fine! I drank enough of it, in college! But it goes right through me, and I have to pee, a lot, when I drink it. But since you're here today, I didn't think you would mind."

"That's true, but why did you think that?"

[The fantasy begins here.]

"Well, I'm pretty sure that you like to listen to me, when I go, so I thought you might enjoy having more opportunities to hear me pee."

"That's also true, but how did you know that? You have a very sexy hiss, and I love to hear you do it! And I admit that I have listened to you, more than once!"

"You hide it well, but you try too hard! So I figured it out! That's why you never get our drinks done in time, when I tell you to make them, while I go. You're too busy listening to me! Glad you like my hiss!"

We continue talking, as she finishes her second beer, and she crosses, and uncrosses her legs, allowing her dress to ride up quite high, giving me a great view of her thighs and intermittent views of her pussy, which appears to be getting wet. She begins to fidget a bit, as many women do, when they need to pee. I have never seen her do that, over the time I have known her. So this piques my interest.

Looking intently at her lovely thighs, I can swear I see some dribbles, clinging to them, up high, near her bum. Could this be my horny imagination? Or is she leaking a little pee, and getting her legs wet? Finally, she just sits, with her thighs pressed together, and I can swear I hear her characteristic hiss, for a second, or two. My unasked question is soon answered by an unfamiliar hiss, "kuhhh," which I assume is muffled by her closed legs. I have heard her hiss many times, outside her bathroom, but it is usually sharper, "ssshshsss!"

The dribbles on her thighs and the wetness on her lips are soon replaced by a stronger stream, flowing vertically between them, down the front of the concrete step, on which she sits, leaving a dark grey stain. She opens her legs, leaving more space between her thighs, and her single stream goes straight down wetting the vertical wall of the step, under her bum. She opens her legs a little more, and her hiss grows stronger and sharper, "SSHSSHSS!"splitting into several smaller, but forceful streams, and sprays her upper thighs, and bum, leaving dribbles clinging to them, and splattering on the concrete. She stops peeing, and re-starts, twice, as I have often heard her do, on the toilet, indoors.

Her stream weakens, eventually, and she closes her legs, so her inner thighs touch, causing it to sprinkle her inner thighs and bum, and dripping onto the step. Her hiss softens, and stops. I am totally mesmerized.

My reverie is interrupted by her voice, asking,

"Did you like that?"

"Oh my god, yes! That was incredible!"

"I thought you might! Beer usually goes right through me, as I told you, and I decided to just let it happen! I knew I would have to go, when I brought our beer and sandwiches out, but I thought I could hold it until we were done eating. But the beer got to me faster than I expected. I had planned to invite you into the bathroom with me, when we finished eating, but I could feel it starting to come out. That's why I put my legs together, and crossed them, trying to hold it, and had my skirt out of the way, just in case."

She stands up, spreads her legs, and sprinkles a few dribbles on the wooden deck.

"Guess I wasn't quite done, yet. Looks like I baptized the deck that you just rebuilt!"

"See, it's running all the way down my leg, to my foot!"

She brings her legs closer together, and turns her right leg outward, to show me.

"Are you going to help me wipe my legs and clean up, now?"

"Of course! I wouldn't miss that, for the world! I'd love to lick you dry!"

"Well, we'll have to go in the house, for you to do that! No privacy out here!"

"I can't wait!"

I say, as I run my hands up her wet legs, from her ankles to her soaked pussy. I wipe her lower legs with a paper napkin from our lunch, so her skirt won't get wet.

She drops her skirt, which is still dry, in the back, and walks into the house.

When we get in her bathroom together, she stands in front of the toilet, lifts her skirt to her hips, and tells me,

"I still have some more, so you can watch me do it in the toilet, this time, before you help me clean up."

She sits down on the seat, opening her legs, so I can see. It sprays, with her characteristic hiss, "SSHSSHSS!" leaving dribbles, clinging to her inner thighs. She stops, and spreads her lips with her fingers, so that it comes out in a flat flow, running down her upper, inner thighs, with a nice, very muffled hiss. When it looks like she has finished, I dive between her wet thighs, and begin licking her, right there, on the toilet. She stands up, straddles my face, and soon begins humping my mouth, then squeezes my face with her thighs, in a very strong orgasm, squirting a little bit of her residual pee in my mouth.

Dr.P.

@Foobar, I agree on the posture, and the adjective, "discretely," which really covers the other choices. I was concentrating on the physics, as usual, rather than the adjectives.