Origins of a Fetish

[LoveLadyPee 20]

I suppose this is where it all started folks: I was young and blessed with the opportunity to go to a nice public school. Our class was the largest 'cause 1st and 2nd grade were in one classroom and had the same teacher. I was in 1st and there was this real pretty girl in 2nd who was like a model student (kind of like Hermoine Granger for all you Harry Potter fans). Oh, and it's important to know, our homeroom had 2 rooms for activities, separated by a bathroom. One day me and some students were in one room doing something on the desktop, when our Hermoine came in and told us the teacher wanted us in the other room. We were reluctant to come, and she said there was nothing for it; we had to come in, "unless you wanna watch me use the bathroom" she said with a giggle. I didn't take her up on her most likely joke of an offer, but I think it planted something in me. A while later, some students were arguing about who left urine on the toilet seat. One girl argued it was a boy since we "have to stand up" (which made sense) in response to a boy's claim that it was a girl because they have to sit down (which made less sense). All this talk once again caused this seed to take root. Now though I don't often stand to pee; too lazy. 😁

[Rider028 147]

    It was different for me, later in life. I played with my piss when I was a kid, but that seemed more out of curiosity than anything. When I was 19 I even witnessed 3 guys give a golden shower on the beach at night and that didn't really trigger anything. I was twenty-four I believe when I first was excited about a hot stream of urine.

    On some Saturday nights my ex and I would ride ATVs with a group of friends.  Among tlhem, was the girl that introduced me to my wife, we'll call her Kay. There was always beer to be drank at these rides which, in turn caused many breaks.  

      At this particular break I was parked near the outside of the group. My wife had walked away to chat with someone and Kay came over proclaiming that she had to piss. I was sitting sideways on my ATV facing the crowd am Kay walked around behind me. I didn't  think much of it at the time but as soon as I heard her heavy flow splash on the ground something stirred inside me. 

     It was like a primal urge to turn and see what made those beautiful sounds. I couldn't help myself. I turned to see her in the moonlight and diffused, shadowed headlights. She was there,  in a half squat, jeans around her knees, left hand bracing on my handlebar. I was at the perfect angle to see it all. Kay wasn't a small girl but not huge either. It was almost a spray coming from her thick pussy. It was loud, the only thing my mind let me hear then and it was beautiful.  I wanted to feel it. I guess she felt me watching  and looked up as she finished. She gave little grin and wiggled her ass to get the last drops off. I turned around as she pulled her pants up and nothing was ever said of it, but from then on I was hooked.

[LoveLadyPee 20]

2 hours ago, Rider028 said:

    It was different for me, later in life. I played with my piss when I was a kid, but that seemed more out of curiosity than anything. When I was 19 I even witnessed 3 guys give a slut a golden shower on the beach at night and that didn't really trigger anything. I was twenty-four I believe when I first was excited about a hot stream of urine.

    On some Saturday nights my ex and I would ride ATVs with a group of friends.  Among tlhem, was the girl that introduced me to my wife, we'll call her Kay. There was always beer to be drank at these rides which, in turn caused many breaks.  

      At this particular break I was parked near the outside of the group. My wife had walked away to chat with someone and Kay came over proclaiming that she had to piss. I was sitting sideways on my ATV facing the crowd am Kay walked around behind me. I didn't  think much of it at the time but as soon as I heard her heavy flow splash on the ground something stirred inside me. 

     It was like a primal urge to turn and see what made those beautiful sounds. I couldn't help myself. I turned to see her in the moonlight and diffused, shadowed headlights. She was there,  in a half squat, jeans around her knees, left hand bracing on my handlebar. I was at the perfect angle to see it all. Kay wasn't a small girl but not huge either. It was almost a spray coming from her thick pussy. It was loud, the only thing my mind let me hear then and it was beautiful.  I wanted to feel it. I guess she felt me watching  and looked up as she finished. She gave little grin and wiggled her ass to get the last drops off. I turned around as she pulled her pants up and nothing was ever said of it, but from then on I was hooked.

I'm glad for ya. Did Kay fart during this powerful piss?

[Rider028 147]

No she didn't. She had a few beers and I'm sure she didn't have to exert to much pressure for it to flow the way it did.

[Dr.P 1,473]

I have posted parts of this experience in other forums on PF, but it seems particularly relevant to this thread.

My first pee experience outside of the family, which included my mother, and eventually, my younger sisters, came early in grade school, probably first or second grade. I would guess that I was 7 or 8 years old, at the time. I remember a little girl, with curly hair, who always smelled kind of strange, vaguely like urine. Some of the other kids whispered about her, behind her back. But I did not dislike her smell at all. I sort of liked it, but said nothing to her, or anyone else, about her. Girls all wore skirts or dresses over bare legs, and cotton panties, to school, in those times, the mid to late 1940's, in the States. Naughty boys like me were always trying to look up the girls' skirts, to see their panties.

Schools had recesses particularly at noon, in which the kids played outside, then used the bathrooms, indoors, and went back to classes. I got back in my desk one day, and was in my seat, when this little girl took her seat, after peeing in the girls' bathroom. As she rotated into her seat, she spread her legs wide, momentarily, and I got a perfect view of her bare thighs, all the way to her panties, which had a very light yellow pee stain in them.

But the exciting things for me were several dribbles of liquid, yellow pee, still clinging to her inner thighs, below her panties! I couldn't believe my eyes! Although I had followed my mother into the bathroom many times, when I was much younger, 2½ to 4 years old, an only child, at the time, I had never seen any dribbles on her legs. In fact, I had never seen her lady parts, or how her pee came out, because of her very discreet, seated peeing style, bending forward at her hips, with her thighs pressed tightly together. My baby sister wasn't even toilet trained yet, so I didn't know exactly how girls my age sat when they peed, how their pee came out, or how their legs could get wet. All I knew was that girls and women sat down, when they peed, while boys and men did it standing up.

My curiosity and excitement drove me crazy, for several days, trying to figure it all out. I finally summoned all of my courage, and asked my mother, telling her that a girl at school had "wee-wee" (my mother's term) on her legs, and yellow stains in her white panties, and I wondered how they got there. My mother asked me how I knew the girl had "wee-wee" on her legs? Did I look up her skirt? I admitted that I had, and my mother said that wasn't very nice, and scolded me for doing that. And she wouldn't answer my questions, directly, which was very frustrating, to me.

But driven by my intense curiosity, I persisted, repeatedly asking very intimate, probably embarrassing questions, about how girls peed. "Where does it come out, exactly? How does it come out? Does it go backwards, toward their bums? Or does it go forward, like a boy's? Does it run down their legs? How do their legs get wet? She finally relented, just to shut me up.

She explained that the girl's mother probably didn't teach her how to sit on the toilet properly, bending over forward, so her "wee-wee" would go downward, into the toilet, instead of forward, possibly wetting her legs, panties, and/or the seat. If she would just bend over, my mother said, her legs wouldn't get wet, in the first place. And her mother probably didn't teach her how to wipe herself properly, either, so the dribbles were still on her legs, and her panties were stained, as I had seen and reported, when she came out of the bathroom.

Those explanations were satisfying to me, at the time, and I stopped pestering my mother, for details. But soon, I began wondering about all of the other girls I knew at school. How did they sit when they peed? How did their pee come out? Did their legs get wet, and did they wipe them? Could a girl actually do it standing up, like a boy? These questions were the origins of an interest that I have pursued avidly, for the rest of my life. Thanks, little girl! 🙂

Dr. P

[Rewdna 782]

I remember as a kid.Probably around 6 or 7,I suddenly took the notion to pee in the bath.I should point out i was having a bath at the time.I was old enough to be left alone.Maybe I was feeling mischievous I don't know or curiousity got the better of me.I remember just holding my penis just above the water line and enjoying the feeling and seeing a yellowish stream cloud the water.I think I splashed the water around afterwards.I recall doing this several times during my childhood.I guess I've always been fascinated by pee and bodily functions.

[Purple_minion 56]

I’m fairly new to the pee scene so this is something I’ve put some thought into recently. As much as I can narrow it down I think my liking to seeing a female letting it flow started in my school days. it was a girl in my classes birthday party, pool party at her house and everyone was gonna be there, even some from a different school. already an exciting day for school age me as all the girls I thought were attractive would be there in their bikinis. Details are somewhat fuzzy as this was years in the past but at some point at the party we are out of the pool and me and some of the boys are tossing a ball around. Ball is thrown to me, but goes over my head and rolls around the corner of the house and I follow around to retrieve it. As I turn the corner im greeted with the sight of the birthday girl and a friend of hers from another school squatted down bikinis pulled to the side relieving themselves in the grass. I take a peek grab the ball and hurry back to my game. 
 

that’s the first time I remember seeing a female peeing and thinking it was something that I wanted to see more often.