Exposed at the urinals

[secretfan 80]

 

Hi everyone, 

 

I was just wondering wanting to ask the entire forum for any experiences. Have you ever been at a urinal and women could either see you using it? Are there any women who've been in view of urinals and looked at men using them?

 

I'll give an example of an experience I had. 

One of them were actually two women (They were both pregnant) I was in a bathroom that had the bowl urinals with no dividers there were about 8 or 10 of them and I was in the 2nd one from the sink I had barely started peeing when one of them ran into the bathroom and saw me and she was like "Oh sorry, listen we really need to use the bathroom, do you mind?" I was like "Uh sure". Her other pregnant friend didn't have to go yet so she just did her hair while I was at the urinal. I could tell she was peeking so I started to almost deliberately hold back my pee, she and I looked at each other and she giggled saying. 

"She'd never get used to doing that" she looked directly at my penis which was now rock hard and she said "I'm really sorry, again it's just that you're right there I'm not trying to be rude". 

 

I said it's fine. I finally finished up right as her friend was coming out and I saw them giggling about me. I was washing my hands and I overheard one of them say "You saw the weiner" and she said "Yes" and they both giggled.

 

Needless to say it was frighting but also exhilerating at the same time. 

 

Anyone else have any experiences like that? Anyone is welcome to answer. 

[MonsterKane46 878]

haven't been exposes to a girl but in my younger days I was in the bathroom at a club and 2 girls came in and were like "the line is really long for the ladies toilet... do you mind if we use yours?" I said not at all and they happily went into the stalls to go pee.

[Takashi96 846]

It happened at a crowded warehouse party where the only available facilities consisted of a single use men's room, containing one urinal, and one barely shielded toilet. Speaking of which, the minimal privacy of the toilet was a detail that had barely even caught my attention. After all, it's quite common in the US to enter men's room of a bar or a club and find rows of toilet stalls without doors. But to describe the meager divider separating the urinal from the toilet as "a stall" would be more than generous. The area in question was little more than a thin metal slab extending out at the same uniform distance from the wall as the common toilet stall, while standing approximately half the standard height. Thus, using the toilet in an upright position would leave a man of average stature exposed from his elbow up. My impression was that the half stall was designed to provide just enough coverage to prevent people in the hall from getting an eyeful during the brief moments that the door was opened. 

Unsurprisingly, the single functioning restroom on site had gathered quite an impressive line by the time my bladder had need of it. Nevertheless, my wait passed quickly thanks to the whimsical drunken exchanges between me and the charming twenty-something standing just behind me. And when it finally came to my turn, we were still chatting away. Still, as much as I was enjoying our conversation, I was expecting it to pause temporarily while the door was shut between us. But alas, this was not necessary. Because when the door shut behind me, I found her now on my side of it. She had followed me in without asking, as if it were something we did all the time. Not that it mattered, by that point, I was too drunk, and too desperate for modesty. I stepped up to the porcelain and unveiled my most intimate organ without hesitation. My stream came forceful and obtrusive, but she carried on our dialogue as casually as she would at a sidewalk cafe. In turn, I felt comfortable exposed in her presence. I suppose it didn't hurt that she was gorgeous. Tall and dark skinned with the face of an African princess and the body a dancer. I noticed her eyes drifting down shamelessly as my release continued. And from there she just leaned against the urinal watching me piss. I was honestly shocked by how blatant, how shameless, she was about it. Yet something about watching her watching me turned me on like mad. After having her fill of holding it, she slipped behind the divider, dipped down into a high squat and released her bladder aggressively beside me. And there we were pissing in tandem, chattering drunkenly and making the most of a hot summer evening.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edited November 6, 2022 by Takashi96
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[lionel1948 4]

Couple of holiday experiences that might amuse

First was on a holiday in Belgium perhaps 12 years ago. We had taken a coach tour to a well-known tourist town. Stopped for coffee at a café mid-morning and got chatting to other Brits on the trip, in particular a lady travelling on her own. As the break was coming to an end I said I was going to use the facilities before getting back on the coach. The lady said that was a good idea but made no move  to follow me indoors. It turned out the toilets were in the basement, the Gents in the first basement and the Ladies immediately below. The Gents was a long narrow room with a row of old-fashioned porcelain urinals against one wall as you went in and some cubicles beyond. While there was a door opening there was no door so anybody using a urinal was very visible to anyone walking past. And of course the layout meant that anybody visiting the Ladies would have to walk past.

So I went in up to a urinal unzipped and was just starting to pee when I realised that the lady I mentioned before was at the doorway and looking in. I looked at her and she continued to stare, eventually smiling and then moving on downstairs. Neither of us spoke. Weird thing was we chatted several times again over the day but with nothing mentioned of this incident by either of us. Ah the reserve of the British!

The second was in Italy. I was waiting for a train one morning at a through station, quite early, to take me to a larger city for some sightseeing. I had had fair amount of coffee for breakfast (it was Italy) and decided it would be prudent to visit the Gents before the train came in. While the station was Victorian era the Gents had been nicely modernised, though not large with only a couple of bowl urinals.  Again to the urinal, unzip and starting when a lady rushed in, dragging a small boy behind. This time there was plenty of chat, in Italian, but the gist seemed to be “apologies but my grandson has to pee”. She lifted him up to the urinal next to me, helped him to get his penis out and aimed while happily standing next to me and all the time glancing between me and the grandson. When finished she sorted the boy out, made sure he washed his hand (!) and left while a final burst of what I took to be “apologies and thank you”.   

[secretfan 80]

On 11/4/2022 at 1:43 PM, lionel1948 said:

Couple of holiday experiences that might amuse

First was on a holiday in Belgium perhaps 12 years ago. We had taken a coach tour to a well-known tourist town. Stopped for coffee at a café mid-morning and got chatting to other Brits on the trip, in particular a lady travelling on her own. As the break was coming to an end I said I was going to use the facilities before getting back on the coach. The lady said that was a good idea but made no move  to follow me indoors. It turned out the toilets were in the basement, the Gents in the first basement and the Ladies immediately below. The Gents was a long narrow room with a row of old-fashioned porcelain urinals against one wall as you went in and some cubicles beyond. While there was a door opening there was no door so anybody using a urinal was very visible to anyone walking past. And of course the layout meant that anybody visiting the Ladies would have to walk past.

So I went in up to a urinal unzipped and was just starting to pee when I realised that the lady I mentioned before was at the doorway and looking in. I looked at her and she continued to stare, eventually smiling and then moving on downstairs. Neither of us spoke. Weird thing was we chatted several times again over the day but with nothing mentioned of this incident by either of us. Ah the reserve of the British!

The second was in Italy. I was waiting for a train one morning at a through station, quite early, to take me to a larger city for some sightseeing. I had had fair amount of coffee for breakfast (it was Italy) and decided it would be prudent to visit the Gents before the train came in. While the station was Victorian era the Gents had been nicely modernised, though not large with only a couple of bowl urinals.  Again to the urinal, unzip and starting when a lady rushed in, dragging a small boy behind. This time there was plenty of chat, in Italian, but the gist seemed to be “apologies but my grandson has to pee”. She lifted him up to the urinal next to me, helped him to get his penis out and aimed while happily standing next to me and all the time glancing between me and the grandson. When finished she sorted the boy out, made sure he washed his hand (!) and left while a final burst of what I took to be “apologies and thank you”.   

Those all sound nice! 

 

I actually had a british woman at a train station come into the gents and I was at a urinal with no dividers and she did her make up and out of my peripheral vision I could see her sneaking glances at me which gave me an erection. I looked at her on the way out and said "Sorry the ladies wasn't working, hope you don't mind" I smiled back and said "it's fine".