My First Real Pee Sighting

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My First Real Pee Sighting
By Dr.P

This experience took place during my first year in California, in my late twenties, in the late 1960's. It was very impressive to me, and I remember all of the details, even though it happened roughly 50 years ago. I had lived my whole life in the Midwest, prior to that time, with few opportunities for actual sightings of women, who were strangers to me, peeing, with their streams and/or lady parts visible to me, in my adult life. I had a few distant views of women squatting, or preparing to squat, beside roads, or in corn fields, and I was well aware of what they were doing, but I couldn't see anything interesting.

Although I had a lifelong interest in women's peeing, I had seen very little. The internet had not yet been invented, but I had seen some black and white porn photos of women peeing on toilets. I was quite naive, and had no idea that women could pee, while standing up. I got my wife to try it once, when we were newlyweds, but it sprayed her thighs, and ran down her legs, so she got mad and refused to try it again, although she still let me watch her pee, while sitting down, any time I wanted to.

This all changed one weekend, when my wife and I visited a tourist attraction, I think it was Marine Land, with its views and shows of aquatic life. It has long since disappeared from the local scene.

There was a large parking lot in front of the gated entrance to the pavilion where the aquatic shows were put on. It wasn't just a huge expanse of asphalt, like most of them are, today. It had islands of grass and trees, with picnic benches, etc., so families could spend a day there. On the other hand, the restroom facilities were located inside the gates, so people had to buy a ticket, to use them.

As my wife and I approached the pavilion, with the large, milling crowd, I noticed a family, ahead of us, a young man and woman, probably in their twenties, with a small child, in a stroller that they were pushing, accompanied by a much older woman, possibly in her early sixties, who was most likely the grandmother of the child. They appeared to be of Southeastern European ethnicity. I was able to catch bits and pieces of their conversations, but I couldn't identify their language. It wasn't Spanish, Italian, or Greek, any of which I would have recognized, from my youth, growing up in Chicago. It sounded vaguely Slavic, possibly Slovenian or Romanian, and I couldn't understand a single word of it.

As we neared the gate to the pavilion, the older woman hung back from the young family, stopped, and stood straight up, totally still, rooted to one spot, in one of the grassy islands, with her bare legs spread as far apart as her knee-length dress would allow. Her posture alerted me, immediately, so I adjusted my pace and direction to keep her in my view. It was late afternoon, on a warm Fall day, so the Sun was low in the sky.

As I approached her from the rear, I noticed a single, neat, round, well controlled pee stream coming out from under her dress, into the grass, midway between her legs. The setting sun illuminated her stream , and made it sparkle or glow, a little, and therefore even easier to see. As I moved around to her side, I could see that her stream was directed forward, hitting the ground, in front of her feet, almost like a guy's would have, although her body showed that she was definitely a woman, and not unattractive.

She wasn't obese, but her lower belly protruded forward far enough to stretch her dress away from her body and legs, in the front, so her dress wasn't getting wet, while she peed. She didn't have her hands under her dress, so she wasn't aiming her stream with her fingers, spreading her lips. I had to admire her skill at peeing, which indicated that she had done this previously. She was standing on grass, so her pee wouldn't splatter, as it would have, on pavement, getting her legs and feet wet, and giving her secret away.

I assumed that she was not wearing panties, or her stream would not be so neat, and well controlled, and would probably have sprayed or sprinkled more, in multiple directions, and run down her legs, as soon as she started to pee. I was surprised that her stream was single and neat, rather than more ragged and spraying, like the streams of the few other women I had seen pee, at that time in my life. This was quite a revelation to me, in itself.

She was well aware of her surroundings, and she noticed me, when I stopped and stared at her, fascinated by the fact that she was doing this in public, in the middle of a large crowd. She glared at me, but did not stop peeing, or show signs of embarrassment, or try to cover up. She simply took a step or two forward, with her legs still spread wide apart, while her stream continued to flow, between them. I turned my head and moved a few steps away, behind other people, but then stole another glance at her, as soon as I could.

The steady stream was no longer visible beneath her dress, but was now a single rivulet, continuing to run neatly down her right leg, wetting the back of her knee, then her calf and ankle, as it continued, with its strength waning. I wondered at the fact that she didn't seem to mind getting her leg wet, in the process of relieving herself, outdoors, in a crowd. Why wasn't she embarrassed? It occurred to me that she must have been very desperate, to choose to do it this way. Or was she just accustomed to doing it like this, in her home country, where public facilities were few and far between, and wet legs were an experience shared by most women?

At that point, I had to continue on with the crowd, toward the gate, to keep up with my wife. Needless to say, I did not share my observations with her.

When we got very close to the gate, I noticed the young parents and the child waiting for the woman, outside the gate. They all talked excitedly, with many gestures, when she approached them. Although I couldn't understand a word that they said, I guessed that she told them why and where she had stopped, since she pointed at her wet leg, and gestured toward the grassy island where she had peed, during the conversation. The young couple gestured and pointed toward the gate, and must have told her that there were restrooms available inside, so she didn't have to do it outdoors.

This incident was very exciting to me, because of the intimacy of the moment that I experienced with this woman. Although she was not young or hot, but still somewhat attractive, with nice legs, I found her behavior very sexy, and I was drawn to her. I would like to have known more about her, and her experiences, over her life, as well as her choice of clothing, and her decision to urinate outside, in the middle of a crowd.

Apparently, this was not a unique incident for her. It was logical to assume that she planned for this possibility, by wearing a dress, with no stockings or panties underneath, to make it a lot easier. But of course, that may have been her custom, in her home country, anyway. And she was well aware of the advantage of choosing a grassy location to pee, so it wouldn't splatter, and give her secret away. So it was possible that women in her homeland urinated in public, in the same way that she did, and thought nothing of it. These old memories are still a turn-on, and a source of curiosity for me, to this day.

Dr.P

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Thank you for the very detailed account of something which obviously had a significant impact on you and left a very definite impression in your kind for a long time.  
It must have been quite a surprise to see this lady peeing like that - the first time you saw a lady pee up close and it was completely different to what you were expecting.  

She had a great technique which didn’t expose anything and with which she was obviously very comfortable.  I think that you are right that it was probably part of her culture. I have seen the same technique used by Nepalese women in the UK.  I saw two ladies at a BBQ in a park who left the family at the BBQ and went towards the car park.  They stood behind a car and made it look like they were just talking next to the car, but when they moved they had left two puddles in the dirt.  They had ankle length dresses on so it was virtually impossible to see what they were doing. 

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I like to hear stories like this.  I don't remember ever seeing anything quite like it myself (although I have seen girls in skirts wet themselves standing, by accident).

Many years ago I read about a sighting at a London street carnival.  A blonde girl, in her early 20s, had got so desperate in a crowded street that she had gone to stand between two parked cars in the road and used her knickers as her toilet.  She had just stood still and let the piss run down her legs.  She wore a skirt that went almost to her knees, and open shoes, so her warm pee just flowed over her toes and then streamed from her feet into the gutter.  There were even photographs of it, but I no longer have copies.

Another sighting was from a Renaissance fair in the USA.  There were two young women, in floor length dresses.  The observer overheard them talking about their need to pee, and then heard the piss splattering into the grass between their feet.  He saw the damp patches in the grass when they moved off.  He thought they probably were wetting their knickers as otherwise their dresses would have got wet.