Danielle's Pee Story

[Brutus 2,205]

I don't usually write of my fetishes but my therapist says I should try writing down anything that I keep deeply to myself as if I were telling my story to a stranger. She claims it will help to better sort through my feelings of anxiety. Whatever, I pay her a shit ton of money so I'll do what she says. 

So...I was raised in a religious home and anything sexual was always demonized. My own mother didn't even tell me how to deal with my period when it started at age 12. She just said read a book about it and don't ask her. Dating? Yeah right. Was not allowed to. I didn't get a boyfriend until I was in college and no longer ruled by my strict parents. They don't know their daughter like they think they do though. I developed some fetishes as a teen and used them to satisfy my sexual urges in my bedroom right down the hall from theirs. Even being married now, I still indulge in them. The one I love the most is my pee fetish. 

To be specific, I love listening to women peeing in public restrooms. Watching people pee is a turn on as well but the most arousing thing to me is to just listen and let my mind fill in the blanks image wise. Maybe I am bisexual. I am aroused by the female body but not interested in romantic relationships with women. I remember the day hearing a woman pee intrigued me. I was 14, dealing with sexual urges, a shit ton of emotions and peer pressure, confused and angry as hell. Janice, a friend of my mom from church came over one day for dinner. They had some wine as well. After I finished I went to my room as always. Some time later, Janice came upstairs to use the bathroom which was just a few doors from me. She rushed in and peed so forcefully that I could hear it and for some reason it aroused me. I turned my tv down and stood by my doorway and just listened as her incredible stream seemed to go forever. I had never heard anyone pee like that, not even my dad and never thought a woman was capable of doing this. I guess it was my perception of her as a holy and proper religious lady being shattered that intrigued me the most. A lady should sit and tinkle quietly, as I was taught from a young age. Here was a lifelong religious matriarch breaking the rules and having a caveman-like piss in our bathroom. Seeing her come out and literally say to me "damn I forgot how wine runs through me" while giggling as she headed back down to the family room made my young mind spin in circles of confusion, intrigue and intense arousal. 

Most of all, though, I was envious of her. Envious that she was so...free. Free in her lack of shame to just take a nice loud piss like she wanted to. Free to be herself while I was locked down and discouraged from expressing myself, being a good girl as I was told. Free to be her own woman. It made me think of what I was missing. As the months went on, I came to realize that Janice was a very sexual woman. I noticed the subtle flirt and sexual energy that always existed between her and her husband. They had 5 kids so obviously they were having a lot of sex. This sexual admiration and tension was absent from my parents interactions with each other. They just weren't that into each other and that to this day saddens me. My husband and I have a very good sex life, even with a 2 year old and 4 year old. I couldn't imagine life otherwise, thanks to Janice lol.

So, back to my fetish. I do finance billing in a quiet office. Things are often slow enough that I have time to indulge. I go to the restroom right before lunch when it's the busiest and I sit in the stall for a few minutes just listening as random women come in to pee...or do other things, and sometimes get myself off. It's the highlight of my usually boring days. Over time, I've come to know many ladies by their restroom etiquette. Some of them hiss, some pee softly, some pee like Janice, some fart while peeing, others talk on the phone while going, never understood that myself but anyway some do it. Some aim their stream at the porcelain to keep quiet, some don't wipe, some don't wash hands, a few don't even flush on occasion. Such pigs us women can be sometimes.

In order to get horny enough to masturbate, I only need to hear either a strong power stream or that beautiful hissing sound we make. I can always get off to Lisa, the director of my department. She's a hot middle aged blonde. How I would love to look like her when I hit 45. She's into fitness and I haven't ran since high school soccer. Sad, I know, but I'm a working mother and a wife, so there.  Anyway she usually pees pretty hard but last Friday, I was in a stall and she rushed in, back from a late lunch. I heard her voice as she was talking to someone as she was coming in. Guess she had one too many drink refills. I heard her heels flopping quickly into the stall right next to me and knew I was about to get something good. Her skirt comes up an I hear her feet get into position. After a little dribble I hear her pee rush into the toilet. It's music to my ears. The sound takes over the entire restroom, almost deafening. The strongest yet I have heard from her. It went on for a long time at full power before slowing. I was rubbing myself at this point, getting nice and wet. Then she wiped, flushed and came out of the stall. As I continue to rub away, I thought to myself how she might scream in pleasure if I were to eat her out. Then if while doing so, she starts peeing on my face. I've always fantasized about her since first meeting her. Damn did it feel good. 

But today in particular was a gold mine for me and the reason I felt the need to write this down now. There was a board meeting down by the HR department. I don't usually use the restroom down in that area but I sure as hell did today. I sat for 15 minutes listening to woman after woman come in and do their business and it was so hot. Most of them, about a dozen or so, were from affiliate companies and I didn't know them.  I loved hearing all of them but 3 in particular made me so wet I thought I had someone else's vagina. One woman came in with a few others and they were all chatting like us girls often do in restrooms. The others must have just primped themselves in the mirror, they never used the toilets. One of them did go into a stall as the others left and she started peeing lightly. I was disappointed at first as soft tinkles don't interest me but she just kept going, like forever. After probably a minute I started to get intrigued at her capacity. Another minute passed and yep, still going. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, how was she doing this? Finally after some 3 or 4 minutes she finished and started wiping. She wiped many times, as I could hear her using the dispenser over and over, like more than 5 times. Don't know if she had compulsive disorder, or if it was her time of the month but she sure did use a lot of tissue for whatever reason. Oh who am I kidding, I waste tissue too. Whatever. Finally she flushed, washed her hands and left. 

The next woman came in and surprise, was talking on her phone. Boy was she angry. The meeting must not have gone well, she was swearing about the company cutting funding and how it would affect her bonus. Ha! First world problems are so funny sometimes.  Her bladder seemed angry as well though because she stomped into the stall to the left of me after her phone call and I heard her say under her breath "stupid motherfuckers" as she positioned herself over the toilet and opened a floodgate of piss. Oh it was so fucking beautiful, just what I was waiting to hear! I could tell it was aimed right in the middle of the bowl, creating that loud deep pitched rumble that you can hear several feet away from a restroom. The same sound that Janice was making that life changing night when I was a teen. She also had quite the capacity, as hers went on for a long time given the pressure she had. I could feel my pelvic area starting to tingle already. If this woman only knew what she was doing to me! I started massaging my clit as her stream weakened. A few final bursts of pee hit the water and then in her anger she left the stall without wiping or flushing. She washed her hands and power walked out, slamming the door behind her. I couldn't resist my curiosity and stopped rubbing myself to sneak into the stall she used. Her perfume was still lingering as I looked into the toilet. She left a nasty dark yellow sea of piss. It stank like yellow piss does and I pulled my skirt back up and kept masturbating standing over her golden puddle, the sight and smell of it arousing me further as I kept rubbing faster and getting wetter. My fingers were covered in my juices at this point and I was on the brink of an awesome orgasm. I decided to hold back at the last moment and add my own pee to hers. I don't usually pee standing up but I went for it and as expected I got it all over my legs and feet but it felt so naughty and hot that I was actually giggling like a little girl from the excitement. After my dirty act, my clitoris was ready to explode and I couldn't resist any longer. 

Right as I was about to come, the 3rd woman came in and entered the stall I was just in. I couldn't stop and kept rubbing my swollen clitoris, making sure to keep quiet of course. While doing so, she released her stream and just when I thought this couldn't get any hotter, her pussy started hissing as her pee forced its way past her labia under high pressure and I heard her exhale in a deep breath of satisfaction. Clearly she was feeling good having a piss. A few more seconds of listening to her sent me over the edge and I came, hard as fuck. I did manage to stay silent, which isn't easy when you're feeling what I was feeling in that moment but I got to exhale myself when she flushed, using the loud toilet as a perfect cover to finally breathe properly. My pussy was leaking juices down my leg all the way to the heel of my foot and was tingling and pulsating as the intense feelings passed. I took a picture of my wet hand holding my enlarged clitoris and sent it to Dave. His response was "you're getting fucked when I get home."

The woman left and I went to the sink to wash my hands. Back at my desk I got back to work, with dried vaginal fluid and pee still on my legs. The vaginal smell was still on hands even after washing them. I always did have a strong natural odor down there. I used to be ashamed of it but now I love it. A few co-workers mentioned that I was more vibrant than usual and that I should be like that more often. Well if we had meetings full of women in the boardroom more often I could easily be like that more often! When Dave got home from work, he was serious about his plan. He had his way with me and I loved every second of it. Holy shit. Maybe my therapist really does know what she's doing. 

Edited May 29, 2017 by Brutus