The Exchange Student

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This was in the late 1960's when one summer we had a french exchange student come to live with us, I was not very happy about it at first as I was moved out of my bedroom into the little box room so that she could have my room. I was in my early teen's and she was a year or two older.

The first time she peed outdoors when I was there. We were both sitting on a low wall at a bus stop when she said she needed a wee wee (her words), with that she wiggled her knickers down to her thighs under her dress and pushed her bum back over the wall and started a strong piss down the back of the wall onto the ground, all I could see was the puddle getting bigger, and a quick flash of thigh as she pulled her knickers back into place, we got on the bus when it came and nothing more was said about the 'wee wee'.

Some days later we had been out in the car with my father, and were on the way home, we use to keep the car in a lock up garage about three street away from our house, so my father dropped use at the corner of the road to the garage, so we could start to walk home down two back lanes, as we walked down the first land she said she may wet herself if she walked anymore and as the lane had high walls on both sides she went over to a drain in the middle of the lane and pulled her knickers down to her knees and her dress up to her waist and just bent her knees and started a strong piss int the drain.

This was the first time I had seen a girls pussy let alone a pissing one, as I was standing down hill and in front of her I did not now were to look as I watched her piss come out of a pair of pick lips in the patch of hair, (up until then I thought girls peed out of there bums, as a young kid I had seen my mum sit on the toilet when I was in the bath, and ones she too had peed into one of the drains in this same lane but only from her back.) soon she was finished and with a shake of her backside she pulled her knickers back up and we walked the last bit home, I had I little bit of trouble trying to hide the lump in my trouser. ( I think she saw that)

One Saturday night I was in the bath when the door opened and in she came. ( there was no lock on the door so if it was closed it meant the bathroom was in use, the door ajar if vacant,) I said hey I'm in here, but she said she needed a wee wee, and with that went over to the toilet raised her dress and dropped her knickers to her knees and went into a high squat over the pan and peed for what seemed like forever, then turned and flush the loo still with her knickers down giving me a great view of her bum, before pulling up her knickers and dropping her dress into place, she then came over to the bath and dipped her hand into my bathwater then wiped them in my towel, with that she asked what I was trying to hide under my washcloth and walked out the room.

I had noticed that if we were sitting in the back yard and she had to use the outside toilet and if we there alone she would leave the door open so that I could she her pissing in a high squat over the pan and get a good look at her pussy.

Near the end of her stay we were on our way home and were waited for a buss outside of a bus shelter ( as it stunk of piss), when she said she needed a wee wee, and at this point so did I but did not tell her so. I said to go int the bus shelter and pee adding that I mite as well go as well as it was a long wait for the bus. So with her back to the left side wall, dress up and knickers down in a high squat peeing, I went in the middle of the back wall so that I could see her and know she could get a good view of me, I was peeing on the base of the wall but as I watched her I was peeing higher and higher, this she thought was very funny and was laughing at my problem, when she was finished she stood up and dressed, and offered to help me, which was of no help at all. I had a lot of trouble putting it back in trough my trousers.

Not long after that she left to returned to France, I was meant to go there to her home the next year, but mum said I was to young but I think it was because of the money £15 air fair was nearly three week wages for my dad so I never saw her again we did write to each other for a time then she stop answering my letters.

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Feeling a bit rough with the flu but want to try and add to this. I am sure that French girl got a kick out of pissing in front of you and I envy you those memories.

My first ever girlfriend was actually a German exchange student. My sister went to Germany for a couple of weeks, and then returned with this vey attractive young German girl in tow, who stayed with us for a couple of weeks. She took an immediate and obvious shine to me, and I enjoyed evey moment of her stay in England. Was gutted when she had to go back to Germany but we exchannged telephone numbers and postal addresses - this was the early 1980s and well before the internet. About a year later I went to Germany to spend several delightful weeks with her and her family, but gradually after that distance did it's baleful work and we drifted apart.

For many a year afterwards I fantasised about her in all sorts of pissing scenarios, but there was only one real erotic peeing moment - at least it was erotic for me. I was in the bath and she badly needed to pee. Anyway, the bath had a curtain around it that could shield me from view, and prevent me from seeing anything beyond it, so it was decided that I would pull this bath curtain across so that she could use the toilet. Well, I couldn't see anything of course but I sure could hear her pissing, both the hissy sound and the sound of it impacting upon the porcelain. I had a serious boner of course, and after she thanked me and left the room, I needed to "sort myself out" pretty badly and was soon jerking off.