Missed opportunitpees

[Mitzdkat 62]

Sorry for the title but it was the best I could come up with... there were three times in my life, prior to meeting my wife, where I think I could have had a pee related encounter but, usually due to my naïveté and shyness, I blew it.   Two of the incidents were with the same girl.   Susan, worked with me on my very first internship/coop job during my sophomore year at university.   Her family was actually friends with the owner of the company that hired me.  She was a pretty, vivacious young woman of 26 (I was 19) if memory serves me right, with a tight body, long brown hair and brown eyes.  We had to work together on quite a few projects when I first started there and we hit it off right away.  She was in a bad relationship but didn’t seem willing to completely dump her boyfriend and I think she used me to make him jealous, although I really didn’t mind because I thought he was a jerk.   One day during the summer, we hit the beach over the weekend, initially just laying in the sun, she jumped up and asked me to join her in the water.  As we ran through the surf into the deeper water she told me to come stand by her... then she asked if I felt anything warm?  I did and she just blurted out that she really had to pee and just did so in the water next to me.   Totally flummoxed I didn’t know what to say except something stupid like “okay”.   

The next time with Susan was a year or so later, she had just gotten an apartment in the Boston area and invited me over.   It was a small place and as we were talking she excused herself and walked over to the bathroom, pulled down her pants, turned around, and without shutting the door started to pee noisily facing me from the bathroom.  Since seeing and hearing women pee was an almost overwhelming turn on for me, I again just kind of shut down and pretended not to notice her show... she probably thought I wasn’t interested in her or pee at all. 

The final time was with a different woman, Kathy.  I was really smitten with Kathy.  She was a tall, athletic black haired Greek beauty and the only female Blackbelt in the university martial arts club I was in.  She had an apartment in a neighboring town where she would throw parties for the club.  After one of these parties, I stopped by to help her out.  She excused herself to the bathroom and seemed to leave the door open a crack.  She proceeded to take the noisiest and longest power pee I think I’ve ever heard.  It seemed to go on forever and sounded like the sink had broken and was spraying water into the toilet.   She came out like nothing had happened and I just stood there slack jawed and staring.   Unfortunately, it was never repeated and I had started dating my wife a few months later.   

I have no regrets for the things I’ve done, only for the things I haven’t.

[spywareonya 37,961]

12 hours ago, Mitzdkat said:

I have no regrets for the things I’ve done, only for the things I haven’t.

Like Kirk Douglas said in Twenty Thosands Leagues under the Seas,

"The fish which does escape you, was Always the biggest one"

I understand you boy

I know I know nobody would believe I lost chances to pee… yet sometimes, very rarely, I would have loved to piss places (or girls) I missed, only because I was mistakenly sure to have all the time in the world… and it ended up not being such

[Alfresco 11,631]

The problem is that looking back, it is easy to see an opportunity and to decide what you should do in that circumstance, BUT at the time of the event, it takes you by surprise and you don't think quickly enough to pick up on the cues and take action.   Also, there is a big concern in the back of your mind that you have misunderstood the situation and by acting on it, you not only declare your interest and risk problems, but also you might ruin the relationship you have.   Looking back, it is easy to have a different take on it.

I have had some similar situations - when I was younger and even more naieve than I am now, I was at university and there were a few of us who regularly did things together and I got quite flirty with one of the girls, Val, but I didn't take it any further.   We stayed in a bunk house for a week in  a remote Scottish Island and during the day we were out and about on the Island.  We all peed outside, sometimes with not a lot of cover, but I was always the gentleman and never tried to watch the girls - even Val, who I flirted with.   I could easily have "accidentally" spotted them peeing.   With the same girl, A few people decided to go camping but I just went for the day trip.  At the end of the day when I was going to head home, I changed my mind and said I would pop back home for a sleeping bag (we were only about 20 mins from home).  Val said to me that I could share her sleeping bag, but stupidly I came out with some comment and went home to get my own.  I've kicked myself about that one ever since as that was about as clear of an invitation as could have been possible and of course she took it that I wasn't interested in her and nothing ever developed from there.   I did share the tent with her, but that was all and when she told me she was going out of the tent for a pee in the morning, rather than making some suggestion of going with her, I just let her go.  I heard her hissing quite close to the tent, which was nice in iteself, but I didn't see anything.  I just didn't want her to think of me as a pervy person, when in actual fact she was a very open girl so probably wouldn't have minded.

 

 

[Dr.P 1,473]

Mitzdkat,

Not a bad title. It captures the issue, in a nutshell. You are not alone in your experiences. which are very similar to some of mine, among many, many others, on this board. See my story of "Ellie" in Real Pee Encounters & Experiences, July of 2017. Here is an excerpt from my first pee encounter, of many, with her. There were others, with other women, but my experiences with her were the most dramatic, because she always left the bathroom door partially open, when she peed, so I was often in that state of confusion, as to what I should do, or not do.

"We were about to leave for dinner, standing together between the bathroom door and the room door, talking about the restaurant we had chosen, and how far it was from the motel. She asked me how much time it would take to get there. "About a half hour," I said. She turned to me, took my hands in hers, looked deeply into my eyes and said, "I have to "go" before we leave, OK?" Without waiting for my answer, she slipped into the bathroom, moving the door slightly, to a half-closed position, but still open about a foot, on the knob side. She left it there, as if it didn't really matter to her ,since she was just following a social protocol. "Go ahead, get comfortable," I said, trying to sound as casual and relaxed as possible."

"Her manner was a huge (and very welcome) surprise to me, maybe a pleasant shock would be more accurate, since we hadn't even slept together, and she was about to pee with no real visual or sound barriers between us! I was accustomed to women nervously closing and locking bathroom doors, and even running tap water to cover their peeing sounds, in similar situations, no matter how "liberated" they pretended to be. And the way she looked into my eyes and held my hands when she informed me of her need to pee, made me wonder if she was giving me some sort of invitation. I also wondered why she hadn't peed in complete privacy, during the time she had spent showering and dressing for dinner, without telling me at all."

"Seeing the half-open door, I really wanted to watch her pee. But I knew that at this delicate point in the relationship, I didn't dare just walk in on her, or stand in the open doorway and watch her, where she could see me. To do so could be considered extremely rude, possibly frightening or disgusting to her, thereby ruining what could be a great few days together. And I knew she would tell everyone at work what a sicko pervert I was, if she took it particularly badly. So I was torn between curiosity, lust, and fear. Curiosity and lust won, but I was extremely careful, knowing what I perceived to be the risks."

"I moved silently to a point near the door, where I could see through the open space between the hinge and the jamb. I had a perfect right side and partial front view of her sitting on the toilet, short skirt gathered up around her waist, out of the way, panties below her knees, with her beautiful, smooth bare thighs fully exposed and separated comfortably, about 3 or 4 inches apart at her knees, and open all the way up, totally relaxed. She had a length of toilet paper draped carefully over her left thigh, which she folded slowly and neatly, while she peed. I could not see her pussy or her stream at this angle, but could hear everything extremely well. This would have to do."

"Although she sat in a very relaxed, nonchalant fashion, and she hadn't seemed desperate when she told me she had to "go," her stream gushed and hissed forcefully into the bowl, stopping and re-starting three times, before slowing to a trickle and stopping, finally. Although I had heard gallons of female pee, growing up with a mother and three younger sisters, in a small house, with one bathroom, I had never heard anything like this. The gushing and hissing were a fantastic turn-on, and the stopping and starting were incredibly exciting, nearly driving me over the edge!"

"I wanted to watch her wipe, since I was confident that this spectacular audio performance could have left her thighs and buttocks quite wet, or at the very least sprinkled with a few drops, from the hissing sprays, and repeated starts and stops. I wanted to see where that wetness and those dribbles were on her body, and watch how she wiped them away, if she tried to. But I quickly came to my senses and moved discretely away from my vantage point, realizing that if she looked up and caught me too close to the door, it would give the game away, and all could be lost. So I moved quickly and quietly to the opposite end of the room, near the windows, where my location would not indicate any interest in her bathroom activities. She emerged from the bathroom after a few minutes, still smoothing her skirt, and checking her legs in the mirror. She looked for me first in my former position near the bathroom door, but finally found me across the room, near the windows. She looked a little  puzzled at my location, but didn't say anything."

She probably thought I wasn't interested in her peeing, and may have wondered why? Was I truly disinterested? Even disgusted? Embarrassed by her openness about bodily functions? Shy? Or truly interested, but hiding my interest, for reasons of social protocol, and fear of being branded a "pervert?"

Alfresco has summarized these situations extremely well, in his post, today, and I totally agree with him, and defer to him. His analysis fits my situation with "Ellie" perfectly, when he says:

"The problem is that looking back, it is easy to see an opportunity and to decide what you should do in that circumstance, BUT at the time of the event, it takes you by surprise and you don't think quickly enough to pick up on the cues and take action.   Also, there is a big concern in the back of your mind that you have misunderstood the situation and by acting on it, you not only declare your interest and risk problems, but also you might ruin the relationship you have.   Looking back, it is easy to have a different take on it."

 

 

[Guest UnabashedUser]

Excellent writing Dr. P. I felt really into the scene. Can't wait to read more of your experiences. Every detail wanted me to know more about this girl and your experiences with her. 

Please post the next chapter in what you did next with her. 

Thanks again. 👍👌👏🔥🔥🔥

[Dr.P 1,473]

UnabashedUser,

Thanks for your very kind words. I have already posted a total of 4 stories about "Ellie." One is a true documentary or memoir, the source of the excerpt I posted today. The original was posted on 7/13/17, and appears on Pee Fans Real Stories, page 29, under the title "Ellie." Two other fictional stories about her are posted on page 14 of Pee Fans Fictional Pee Stories, under the titles "Ellie's Story: Parts 1 and 2," posted on 7/16/17. A fourth story about her, is posted on page 13 of PF Fictional Stories, 10/2/17, entitled "I Thought You'd Never Ask."

Hope you enjoy reading some or all of them.

Dr.P

[Starks2010 2,197]

On 7/17/2019 at 11:26 PM, Mitzdkat said:

Sorry for the title but it was the best I could come up with... there were three times in my life, prior to meeting my wife, where I think I could have had a pee related encounter but, usually due to my naïveté and shyness, I blew it.   Two of the incidents were with the same girl.   Susan, worked with me on my very first internship/coop job during my sophomore year at university.   Her family was actually friends with the owner of the company that hired me.  She was a pretty, vivacious young woman of 26 (I was 19) if memory serves me right, with a tight body, long brown hair and brown eyes.  We had to work together on quite a few projects when I first started there and we hit it off right away.  She was in a bad relationship but didn’t seem willing to completely dump her boyfriend and I think she used me to make him jealous, although I really didn’t mind because I thought he was a jerk.   One day during the summer, we hit the beach over the weekend, initially just laying in the sun, she jumped up and asked me to join her in the water.  As we ran through the surf into the deeper water she told me to come stand by her... then she asked if I felt anything warm?  I did and she just blurted out that she really had to pee and just did so in the water next to me.   Totally flummoxed I didn’t know what to say except something stupid like “okay”.   

The next time with Susan was a year or so later, she had just gotten an apartment in the Boston area and invited me over.   It was a small place and as we were talking she excused herself and walked over to the bathroom, pulled down her pants, turned around, and without shutting the door started to pee noisily facing me from the bathroom.  Since seeing and hearing women pee was an almost overwhelming turn on for me, I again just kind of shut down and pretended not to notice her show... she probably thought I wasn’t interested in her or pee at all. 

The final time was with a different woman, Kathy.  I was really smitten with Kathy.  She was a tall, athletic black haired Greek beauty and the only female Blackbelt in the university martial arts club I was in.  She had an apartment in a neighboring town where she would throw parties for the club.  After one of these parties, I stopped by to help her out.  She excused herself to the bathroom and seemed to leave the door open a crack.  She proceeded to take the noisiest and longest power pee I think I’ve ever heard.  It seemed to go on forever and sounded like the sink had broken and was spraying water into the toilet.   She came out like nothing had happened and I just stood there slack jawed and staring.   Unfortunately, it was never repeated and I had started dating my wife a few months later.   

I have no regrets for the things I’ve done, only for the things I haven’t.

For next time offer to dry them. With your mouth. I have had missed opportunities myself and I learned a closed mouth doesn’t get fed, and the answer is always no until you ask. 

[Dr.P 1,473]

Starks2010,

You are right about the consequences of NOT asking, of which I am well aware. But, as Alfresco points out, there are potential negative consequences to asking, also. When you ask, you are essentially "coming out," admitting to liking a still controversial fetish, in our Western society.

Dr. P