The perks of being a gentleman

[NohtyCtric 80]

Hi,

I'm a new user and I found this site while browsing reddit. I'm gonna post a few of the sightings and experiences I've had over the years

A few years ago, I got a job in public administration in my country, which offered a full year of paid, but intensive, training. This paid training offered little pay, thus, our bosses told us we should consider moving in together during the interships all across the country.

Mine was in Paris, so, knowing the theft that we called rent, I offered to share a flat for three months to one colleague. Let's call her S., S was a vietnamese girl, rather small, but quite curvy, but also, and mostly, a freaking party animal. I knew that, and often took advantage of it - she kinda lost control of her credit card when she wanted me to keep the party going. She was also very impatient. We were close-ish, in regard of her covering my bar tabs, I made sure she came home alive and well (by fending off other people, and... helping her pee in public because, when drunk, she refused to wait in lines). We never "crossed the line" - because we, or her, or me, were too drunk.
That tension, though, got the attention of another colleague. Let's call her L. L was quite the opposite of S. A tall but very skinny white girl, no curves, and the temper of a daddy's girl all around. I had only seen her party once before this story, and not quite heavily as S. I did not like her that much, but she was a cool gal.

Well, a week before searching for that flat, L offered to be the third in our roomate-agreement, stating that we could live in a much safer area, while being able to go out more. S, being a party animal, was convinced immediately. Quite reluctantely, I agreed.

So, as usual during this stressful year, we went out to celebrate. At the time, we had not moved to Paris, we were in a small town, on a week day, in winter. So the pub options were limited, and closed early. The girls drank quite heavily, trying to benefit for the happy hour. I was feeling unwell, so I had three or four drinks maximum. When the manager announced he was closing, the girls said they were going to the restroom, but it seemed that everyone got the same idea, and so they went back, and we were off to S's flat to spend the night.

At that time, the cold winter air had its effects on our bladders, and the little urges became urgent needs. S lived not far away, but after exiting a broad avenue, with no one to be seen, but in full light, she said "That's it, I can't hold it anymore, I have to go" and undid her belt. L said "but S, yo can't, hide, Nohty will see your ass and ladybits". S responded, while loweriing jeans and thong alike, revealing a waxed pubis and squatted very low, in the middle of the sidewalk : " I have to pee, and it's not like Nohty's gonna take a picture, he's a good guy". Though urgent as she said, she stayed like that for a minute or so, producing just little dribbles. I did not miss anything of the show. S grew impatient, playing with her breath and trying to focus, while L was clearly desperate to, twitching in place hold both her purse and S's. S yelled "come on L, you have to go too, no way you're gonna.... hold...". At this moment, S's began to pee profusely, not in a stream, but like if you opened a faucet, and closed it really was, as she pushed. One little pee-fart in the silence of the street (except for L's lamentations and S's yelling), a good shaking, but a useless one, and S ended the show for me.

At that point, I felt so much aroused that I felt the need to say something to distract everyone's attention, so that the girls' do not notice. Pointing at S' puddle, more like a splash, I said "Hey L, wanna add to that ?". To my surprise, L. who was quite absent, responded by few muttered words that I do not remember, but lifted her skirt, downed panties and tights just below dress-level (maybe so that I can't see). With a hiccup (maybe from physical tension of holding her pee), she begged me not to look and put herself in a shy squat. She kept saying to herself "I can't go". But, unlike S, quite an adaptative urinatrix, she did not make us wait. She pissed like a horse, which amazed me, because I did not think she had the physical capacity of holding that much liquid. While she pissed, she must have felt relief, because she closed her eyes and relaxed her squatting postion, allowing me to have a good look at her pussy, a full innie, perfecty shaved. The relaxing ended when her stream ended up on her ankle, which made her scream some profanities.

She asked for tissues, but we did not have. She sighed and rub her pussy with her hand and shook herself. She put her clothes back in place. She looked at me, half smiling and half ashamed.

"Nohty, you wouldn't tell this accident to anyone, of course ?"

"Of course, not, L, we're friends"

[glad1 2,832]

Being a gentleman has provided me with perks on several occasions, too. I've lost count of the numerous times I've been asked to "stand watch." And, while I was diligent in keeping an eye out for passerby, my other eye more than not got rewarded with a great view.

[Alfresco 11,630]

Welcome to the forums @NohtyCtric.  That was a great first post.   Sounds like you had the perfect situation there and I hope you have many other stories to share - Maybevsome of the times you helped S pee in public.  She sounds like a great party person to know.

[NohtyCtric 80]

Thanks @Alfresco. I do : but I usually write them in French and they need a litlle translation ! She's quite a pain in the back, but overall yeah ! 🙂

 

@glad1 : same here, haha

[NohtyCtric 80]

Hi everyone,

 

Sorry for the long silence, work was horrible and I had no time to write here. But, now that I have a little time for myself…

 

In my last year of studies, (technically, it was work, but I was really a paid student by my government), I had to move to another city. I did not have that much money, so I had to find a landlord that would be willing to accept me. And that’s why I ended up, for a year, in a really tough neighborhood. My building was full of big families, single workers and many single parents. Of which was D., who lived down the hall on my floor and who’s gonna be the subject of two pee sightings.

 

But let’s talk about her first : D. was a petite woman, with dark hair and of Maghreb descent. She was a « no bullshit » single mom of a boy and a girl. She was very polite, and quite extrovert. We did some small talk from time to time, in the elevator. She worked at the local supermarket, with a schedule that was « chaotic » according to her.

 

The first sighting took place in late autumn (think, November, or around). It was raining heavily, and it was very cold. Our building had a parking, which served as a landing ground of sorts for damaged or non-functioning cars, waiting for their owners to afford the repairs. As my car worked, it was not the case for D’s. So I was not surprised when I saw her, on her bike, followed by her son, both wrapped in rain coats, struggling to make their way into the shelter with the bike parking. It was a small concrete and glass dome, that could hold many bikes, and also housed the mail boxes of all the residents.

D got off from her bike early to get shelter from a sudden gush of wind (which whistled into my car), and it was clear that she was already having to pee bad. She was looking tense, and tip-toed in the classic “dance” before rushing her, her son behind her. The awful weather had calmed a bit (and I had to use the bathroom too) so I decided to rush out my car and to go into the building. While passing in front of the bike shelter, I heard D. half-shouting.

 

“Come on, clip your lock, or mommy’s gonna pee herself… Come on ! I really can’t bend and do it for you ! Come on...”

 

My heart racing, I knew I had to make a decision in one second. And maybe it was gonna fuck it all up. I did, I stopped at the entrance of the shelter, still under the rain. D was turning her back from me. Another “Come on” (and a family slur, in french) was told and D tensed up again.

 

She told her son “Mommy’s gonna pee, tell me if someone is coming” and immediately yanked her sweatpants to her knees, barely lifted up her rain coat (more like a rain cloak) and did a racehorse-like pee on the ground. High-squatting, I think she let the relief get the best of her because she sighed while making a literal mess on her pants’ legs, on the rain coat, even her son’s shoes. I could not see more than thighs, buttcheeks and a little piece of long dark pubic hair but I got my audacity’s worth in adrenaline. She was finishing, because the stream was slowing down, when her son noticed me.

 

“Mommy, there’s someone watching you”

 

She immediately did a mixed move of turning around and yanking back her sweatpants to hide her butt which resulted in her wetting her pants’ leg (and soaking her panties too, I suppose). She gasped a “sorry” and another sentence I could not hear.

 

Quite startled too, because I had not planned any witty comeback, I jiggled my keys and said “uuuuh mail, sorry”.

 

The time went really slowly because I was aroused to say the least, at her embarrassment. We picked our mail awkwardly. I could not look away from the gigantic bubbly and foamy yellow puddle she made on the concrete, which smelled very stong. Then we went in the elevator. She broke the ice, while waiting, still red as a cherry.

 

“Sorry about what you see, I’m not a dirty woman, but they did not let us have any bathroom breaks the weeks before christmas, and at my son’s school, I couldn’t either… and with the cold rain, running down my neck… I had no other choice, really, really sorry”

 

“Don’t worry, D., I did not see anything, plus when nature calls...”

 

I do not know if she saw through the poker face/gentleman attitude, and I’d never know, and when the elevator arrived and got us to our floor, she bolted away while saying goodbye and left me with a good story.

[galician 0]

Rally nice experience. Hope to see more 

[Alfresco 11,630]

Brilliant sighting and made all the better by the fact that once caught, she couldn't escape the fact that she knew that you'd seen her and you at least sort of knew each other, so she couldn't run off into obscurity and anonymity.  Of course, the neighbourly thing to do was to stay together and go up in the elevator together, but she must have been dying of embarrassment.   The fact that the son said you were watching her rather than just someone is coming, must have made her realise that you had been stood there rather than just approaching, but she wouldn't have known whether you were watching because you wanted to watch or whether you were watching because it had taken you by surprise.    

My reaction in any situation like that would have been to put her at ease by saying something in a similar way to you did.   That would hopefully make you seem like an understanding and sympathetic person and make it clear that you were not at all negative about what she had done, but on the other hand didn't seem creepy about watching her.   I agree that it is often difficult to come up with the right words in the moment though!   

[vpw 824]

On 1/4/2022 at 7:57 AM, NohtyCtric said:

 

 

 

 High-squatting, I think she let the relief get the best of her because she sighed while making a literal mess on her pants’ legs, on the rain coat, even her son’s shoes. I could not see more than thighs, buttcheeks and a little piece of long dark pubic hair but I got my audacity’s worth in adrenaline.

 

 

The long dark pubic hair made my day for sure.

[NohtyCtric 80]

Hey there.

Long time no read - but it's on me, and I'll make it up to the forum.

This one goes back a long time (the perks of being a good boy should be a better title for this one), back in the beginning of the 00's.

At the time, it was very common to join a friend's parent on a trip (it was a exchange of good gestures : you take my kid and give me a day off, i'll return the favor) to the nearby city. We were visitng a huge open air sale, which is called "foire" in France : a fair, but for my childhood's sake, let's use the french word. This "foire" was a big autumn event in this city, and it filled it with activity. In this city, it was very uncommon. Indeed, it is a cute little city bordering belgium, filled with historic landscapes, from the 1600's to 1940 and the blitzkrieg. It is filled with old stones, small paved streets like old medieval landscapes and a huge castle. The foire lead many people to visit, as it was a nice event, the "end of summer" stuff that rhymed with "back to school" and quickly the city was very crowded and it was easy to lose children in the crowd and in the narrow streets.
So, my friend and I were really tightly chaperonned. I always was "the quiet kid", but before that I was "the little nerd", which was a relief for some of te parents as they told me afterwards : I was not going to run around and get lost.

But it was not the case of my friend. He was "the hyperactive one". Always running, screaming, causing trouble etc. At the time, "boys will be boys" was in full effect. So, moms were expected to wait it out to disappear. His' was very tired of all of it, so having to take another kid, but quiet, was a relief, I suppose. Let's call my friend's mom V.

In the middle of the afternoon, V had enough of her son having stumbled into an old lady, and dragged him, screaming and crying in a tantrum (even though we were preteens), through the streets to find her husband to get both of us back to our village. At the time, it was not uncommun to hang on a lot in bars (and, let's face it, if it was slowing down, to drink a lot), so we went from bar to bar to find the dad, but he was nowhere to be found. We ended up finding V's mom in a bar, which agreed to keep an eye on my friend, whose tantrum was terrible. Probably tired, V did not think of letting me stay with her mom. So I followed her through the busy streets, hold her hand.

Gradually, I felt the grip tighten more and more. I thought I had made her angry. So I asked her. 

"Mrs V, did I do something wrong ? Are you angry against me ?"

She looked at me, and smiled lightly, and said something like :

"No no, not at all, it's just I had to go to the WC real bad"

Years later, I realized why we spent a few minutes in each bar : she was trying to use the restrooms in each bar, but with her son's behaviour, it was hard to wait for more than a few minutes.

We continued on our way, and were stuck in a traffic jam of sorts, with pedestrians. Her gip was really tight, to the point of hurting my hand. Then, we resumed walking, at a very quick pace. Then, we stopped again and V told me :

"Nohty, we are going to enter here"

"Is your husband there ?" I asked

"No, but I really need to go peepee, I can't wait anymore"

"Here" was a carriage porch, quite typical of this city at the time. We slipped into it and V shut the door behind her. She paused for a moment, for it was not and old buling entry, barely used, but a full renovated place, really lit by a glass roof. She must have judged the emergency more important than courtesy and pushed me lightly towards a corner, away from both the door we just came from, and the inside door of the building.

"Mrs V will go peepee in ths corner, and you will stand in front of her so that no one sees her, and you won't look, ok ?"

"Yes, Mrs V" I replied

She put herself into the corner and, in hearing, I guessed she was beginning to undress. She tapped on my shoulders - I was stadning too close and she, I guess, could not squat - which, prompted me to turn around.

"Hey, turn around !"

I mumbled an apology, but i saw her full bush - the first ever in my life - and rolled tights. I took a step forward and V squatted and let a gushing stream on the ground and on the back of my shoes.

The smell was strong, but suddenly, the "outside" door opened and two old ladies came in. V was surprised and moved a little, which directed her stream on my ankle.

"Shit, I can't stop"

The old ladies replied "Don't worry, madam, we are here to do the same thing", and began to unzip their pants (or lift skirts or dresses, memory is not perfect, alas).

V was finishing as the old ladies were beginning their pee. I was literraly standing, with my power rangers sneakers, in her puddle. She quickly put her clothes back in place, without a wipe, and grabbed my hand. We exited the place in a rush, even splashing the old ladies's puddles.

"If you get a big ice cream, you won't tell anything about that, ok ?"

I'd say 20 years of silence was a good deal for that chocolate ice cream, sorry Mrs V.

[NohtyCtric 80]

Hello there,

Again long time with no writing. 

I happen to have had quite a few sighting in COVID times, and going back for a run made my memories alive !

A very short one first.

It was... I think November of 2020. I can't remember if it was the time when French laws regarding lockdown and travel restrictions had a loophole for a day of two, of it was the day or two left for people to choose a lockdown place. Anyway, in the rich suburb near Paris that I live in, near the end of the buisness hours of this november day, there was a huge traffic jam all across the exits of paris, leading all the way to the individual homes, parkings and such. I'm not insane enough to use a car in Paris, so, riding metros and trams, I can go back to my place by foot after steeping out of the tram, and I'm busy avoiding los of cars going out of parkings lots all allong my path. Suddenly, an uber catches my eye : the driver doesn't look like he knows where he's going, stopping, trying to turn right, then cancelling... I watch closely because I'm about to cross the street near him and I don't want to be caught off guard - after all, there's so much traffic no one semmed to care much about traffic regulations...

The uber finally takes a brutal right turn and stops a few feet in front of me, in a dead end. And, as quickly as he arrived, The doors on the passenger side open, and a big black lady bursts out of it and lifts her dress, yanks whatever she had under and pisses for a few seconds (mostly on herself). I hear a loud "FUCK" and as quickly as everything, she jumps back in and the doors get closed. But the uber is still stuck and i can see her face, trying to hide. She left not much of a puddle, mostly drops. The poor woman could have saved herslef some stress and peed herself on purpose, for the same result.