Do I Look like a Pee Pee Girl?

[Maclir 1,057]

25 minutes ago, Bacardi said:

There is a girl I've been into on Tiktok. She does a lot of cosplay and sexy trends and I am just head over heels in love with her. She did one on her knees in some pink pj's and as I watched it on repeat I could only think about the crotch of her pj's slowly turning dark as she wet them. 

The sight made me very happy! 

I think a lot of us here would say the same, thinking about you wetting the crotch of your PJ's....

[thisguy20 938]

Not sure how I had missed this thread... but that is neither here nor there.

I didn't realized it was possible to tell what a person is into by how that person looks.

[Ms. Tito 2,386]

2 hours ago, thisguy20 said:

Not sure how I had missed this thread... but that is neither here nor there.

I didn't realized it was possible to tell what a person is into by how that person looks.

Someone once said I looked like I'd be into futas (women with dicks). I'd say that was a pretty accurate assessment. 

[Dawen 198]

Are you sure Mr. K. doesn't have an account here...😄 That would explain the rather accurate guess. 

[Bacardi 10,109]

4 hours ago, Dawen said:

Are you sure Mr. K. doesn't have an account here...😄 That would explain the rather accurate guess. 

As I was hitting post this thought ran through my head. I guess we will find out next time I go to work and see him 🤣

[Maclir 1,057]

14 minutes ago, Bacardi said:

As I was hitting post this thought ran through my head. I guess we will find out next time I go to work and see him 🤣

And we will expect a full report....

[Dr.P 1,473]

One of my most fervent wishes is that there is a "look" which identifies a "Pee Pee Girl!" It would have made my lifelong search for like-minded partners SO MUCH EASIER! As gldnwetgoose points out, my experiences indicate that it is a more complicated matter, involving body language, preferred clothing, facial expressions, and conversational choices. Perceived social norms and real or imagined taboos also play significant roles. A loose attitude toward social rules seems to be one clue, again, as gldnwetgoose pointed out. Casual conversations, aided by moderate alcohol consumption, can be very revealing. I have posted detailed examples of several gf's, over the years, but a couple of them are particularly relevant to this discussion.

One of them was "Reina," a long term friend, whom I also dated briefly, in the 1980's. She was very willing to talk about her bodily functions, in mixed company. A group from work decided to have a volleyball game at the beach, late on an afternoon, in what we laughingly call "winter," in Southern California. She was wearing jeans and a sweat shirt, when she announced to the group that she had to pee, very urgently. Since the public bathrooms were closed, for the season, this was a predicament for her, and drew lewd comments from the crowd. Since I was her boyfriend of the moment, although we had not slept together, she turned to me for help. I advised her to run down to the surf, squat down in it, with her jeans on, and simply pee through them. The ocean would wash them for her, and they would dry, before she got home. She did as I suggested, and it worked out well. She simply sat on a towel, on her ride home. On another occasion, at a happy hour, in a local bar, near work, all of the women were complaining about a new female urinal, in the ladies' room. She did not complain, so I drew her aside, and asked her if it bothered her. "No, I just straddle that sucker, and let fly!" she answered. Emboldened by her answer, and a few drinks, under my belt, I asked, "What do you usually do, in public toilets? Do you squat or sit down?" "I squat!" she answered with an impish grin. That answer, and her usual openness, convinced me that she was probably a "Pee Pee Girl." Unfortunately, our work paths diverged, soon after that conversation, so I never got to find out if I was right. 

"Ellie" was another example of  a lady who I'm almost certain was into pee, although I was never able to verify her interest, because of our working and romantic relationship.    She was an attractive lady, with whom I worked, in the 1970's and '80's. She had stunningly beautiful legs, which she loved to show off, wearing the shortest of miniskirts throughout the entire decade of the 1970's, and beyond. (Like Ally McBeal on US TV in the late 1990's). She was a few years older than I, recently divorced, and reputed to be a "swinger," at the time.

She was a "Good Ol' Girl", born and raised in Texas, and seemed a little more adventurous than other women, even in that time of the "Sexual Revolution", in the US. Just for fun, during that time, she clipped her company badge to the side of her panties, and simply lifted her miniskirt to show it to the male security guy, on entering the facility in the morning. She told me she didn't care who looked up her short skirts. She really meant that, and I was always delighted to sit across from her while we talked! We began dating, and even took a short business trip together. On that trip, 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, with a lesser gap, on the hinge 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, we've got plenty of time to make our reservation," I replied, trying to sound as casual and relaxed as possible.

Seeing the half-open door, I was sorely tempted. 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, creepy, 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 bathroom door, where I could see through the narrow open space between the hinge and the jamb, yet not be seen easily from her position, on the toilet. I had a perfect right side and partial front view of her, sitting on the toilet, short skirt gathered very high, 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 to her slit, (which I couldn't see), totally relaxed. She had a length of toilet paper, which she folded slowly and neatly, while she peed, and draped carefully over her left thigh, ready for use, and she was looking down, at her thighs, rather than at the door. I could not see her pussy or her stream at this angle, but I could hear everything extremely well. This would have to do.

Although she sat in a very relaxed, nonchalant fashion, and her need hadn't seemed urgent when she told me she had to "go," her stream gushed and sprayed forcefully into the bowl, hissing loudly, 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, as I imagined her spraying her inner thighs and bum, with a burst, each time she re-started!

I also wanted to watch her wipe, since I was confident, in my fantasy, that this spectacular audio performance would 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 had landed, 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 from her thighs, to the doorway, and caught me too close to the bathroom door, it would give the game away, and all could be lost. But I only moved a couple of feet away from the door, and feigned interest in my road map, while I waited for her to finish peeing and wiping, still able to hear everything going on, in the bathroom.

She emerged from the bathroom after a few minutes, still smoothing her skirt, and checking her bare legs in the full length mirror, presumably for dribbles.

We dated, off and on, for about ten years after our trip, and slept together many times. She always left the bathroom door half open when she peed in her house, at the end of our dates, but I never revealed my kink to her. I discussed my experiences with her with several female friends, many years later, and they all agreed that she was either testing my interest in pee, or actually teasing me, hoping I would indicate interest. 

 

 

 

 

[BB1BB 107]

The potential for hooking up with someone who shares the fetish and really being able to explore it deeply with them is so narrow for most of us.

Given the opportunity, my wedding ring would be whipped off faster than a desperate lady's knickers... 🙂