Sandra

[Dr.P 1,473]

Sandra

By Dr. P

Notes: I have always been fascinated by women who have exhibitionistic attitudes toward their peeing, actually inviting and enjoying being watched, as "Sandra" does, in this story. I think they are uncommon in our society, because they must adopt a very low profile to avoid strong social disapproval. I have known at least one of these women, possibly a couple more, in the real world. This story looks at possible experiences, motivations, and behavior of a totally fictitious lady, who enjoys this aspect of our fetish.

Many thanks to "sexyleslie" for her comments on eroprofile concerning this picture, which inspired me to write this fictional story. I wonder if she had a story in mind, to accompany it? If so, I would love to read it. At least she gave the lovely lady a name, other than "toilet girl!" Or maybe the lady had the name, from the original work in which the picture appeared, if there was one. Her comments appear in the eroprofile link below.

http://www.eroprofile.com/m/photos/view/toiletgirl

The same picture, at about 30% higher resolution appears in the imagefap link below. (You can actually see some of her piss dribbles on her thighs and the seat, as well as the splitting of her stream into two, above the seat. Apparently, the artist was very detail-oriented, as I am!) :)

http://www.imagefap.com/photo/2039869479/?pgid=&gid=3865882&page=0#28

Here is the story:

Part 1

Sandra had always liked to let her younger brother watch her piss, especially when they were late teenagers, still living under the same roof. She had been fascinated by her own pissing, ever since she saw her younger brother do it, in their early childhood. His was so simple, yet powerful, spurting out in a single stream from his little cock, and she envied him for its visibility, and the control he had over it.

She wanted to see how hers worked, too, but whenever she tried to watch herself pee, her mother told her not to, and trained her to sit on the toilet and pee with her legs together, bent slightly forward at the hips, with skirt gathered around her waist, usually covering her thighs, and panties at her knees. In this pose, she could feel her warm piss, as it came out of her peehole and wet her lips, and sometimes her thighs or butt, also. She could hear it tinkle in the water, but she couldn't see her stream at all. This frustrated her and stimulated her curiosity even more.

When she got old enough to demand some privacy in the bathroom, she closed and locked the door, and began experimenting, starting with lifting her skirt or dress in the front, pushing her panties to her ankles, and spreading her legs as far apart as she could, then looking down and watching her pee come out. All of her questions were soon answered, by her own observations. She discovered that she could get a better view of her pee, coming out of her pee hole, if she used two fingers to separate her naturally small, tight lips slightly, exposing the source of her piss. She was a little surprised, the first time she tried this, when her pee stream shot forward and sprayed the seat, betweeen her thighs. That was something she knew she would have to wipe up thoroughly, or she would be in trouble with her mother.

She quickly learned that she could use those same two fingers on her lips to change the direction and flow of her stream. She found that she could sprinkle not only the front of the toilet seat, but one of her thighs, by aiming it in the right direction. She also found that she could spread her lips wide, and make it hiss and spray everywhere, wetting both of her thighs and the toilet seat, all at once. She was delighted that she could use her fingers to make her pee come out more forcefully, and actually steer her stream, a lot like her brother, but better, because she could spray everywhere, if she wanted to. She was no longer so jealous of his equipment. .

Much later, as she grew into her teens, and became vaguely aware of possible connotations and connections between pissing and sex, she began to wonder if her little brother was curious about her pissing, but she didn't dare ask him.

Instead, she formed a habit of leaving the bathroom door partially open when she did it, and wanted him to watch, so he could see her cunt as her pee streamed from her pee hole. She also liked her tits to almost be on show too. She never invited him into the bathroom with her, or even acknowledged that she knew he was watching. When she was sure that he had been watching, she noticed that he got a strange expression on his face, quickly escaped to his bedroom, closed the door, and stayed in there for a long time. It gave her a vague feeling of power over him, although she didn't understand why.

When she wanted to be watched, her pissing style fit the picture perfectly. She would sit well back on the small, round toilet seat, lift her skirt high enough in the front to expose her thighs, pussy and butt cheeks, and slip her panties all the way down to the floor, and off of one ankle, so she could open her legs as wide as possible, giving her brother the best view, while still trying to keep her panties dry. She concentrated on showing him as much detail as possible, to stimulate his interest.

From time to time, she would vary her style a little, to keep both of them from getting bored. Most of the time, she preferred to make her pee come out in a controllable feminine sprinkle, rather than a hard spray. Sometimes she would deliberately sprinkle one thigh or the other, quickly correcting it, to make it look accidental. Or she would leave a few dribbles on the toilet seat. But she also remembered that if she had a full bladder, and a forceful stream, she could spread her lips wide, and make it hiss and spray everywhere, wetting both of her thighs and the toilet seat, all at once. That was quite spectacular to see, and she was sure her brother enjoyed watching her, on the rare occasions when she did it that way. Imagining the expressions on his face almost made it worth the cleanup.

Sandra didn't find the smell of her own fresh pee objectionable at all; in fact she thought it was sexy, and enjoyed it. So she never cared if her legs, butt, or the seat got wet, when she peed. But she was well aware that others didn't always feel as she did. So she wiped her legs and butt carefully when she had finished her little shows, so she wouldn't smell like piss, and no telltale dribbles would remain, clinging to her legs or stockings, to embarrass her, or stain her clothing. She usually cleaned the toilet seat, to avoid the wrath of her mother, but occasionally did not. Whenever she could, she observed her brother's reactions to the wet toilet seat carefully. When she left dribbles on the seat, she noticed that he visited the bathroom immediately after she left it, closed the door, and stayed in there for a very long time. On checking the seat after he left, she found it wiped dry. She now knew that her brother was intensely interested in her pissing, and she wondered how deep that interest went.

Soon after that, when her brother was away with her parents for a day, while she remained at home, she took the opportunity to look through his room, just to see if he had anything indicating his interest. She soon found a box under his bed, with some magazines featuring piss porn, along with some pieces of t.p. stained with urine. She smelled them, and realized that it was hers! He must have saved them, when he wiped the seat after she went. And at the very bottom of the box, she found this pencil sketch: (See imagefap link.)

http://www.imagefap.com/photo/2039869479/?pgid=&gid=3865882&page=0#28

She was surprised and a little dismayed at first, when she saw it, because the girl was obviously her, sitting on the toilet, pissing as she always did it, when she wanted him to watch her! At first she felt embarrassed and angry, but that passed quickly. She had set things up perfectly for him, so what did she expect? Looking more closely at the sketch, she saw that she looked very beautiful, in an incredibly wanton pose, which made her blush. He had caught some significant details, like the piss dribbles on her inner thighs and the seat, as well as the splitting of her stream into two, above the seat, as she held her lips open with her fingers. He had noticed and liked her tits too, as she had hoped, and had drawn them in, a little bigger than they actually were. He obviously had some artistic talents, so she was very pleased, and smiled to herself, as she carefully replaced the picture and everything else in the box, and left the room.

Part 2

Sandra soon grew into a beautiful young woman, with a strong exhibitionistic tendency, involving her own pissing. She loved being watched by men that she liked, when she peed. It gave her a feeling of pride and power, based on intimacy and sexuality, and added a lot to her attractiveness, in her view. Based on her childhood experiences with her brother, she knew that many, but not all, men were drawn irresistibly to her pissing, but few would admit to it, upfront. They would act strangely, but try very hard to hide their true feelings. So she had to devise ways to discover which of them shared her interest.

When she was finally able to get a place of her own, she chose carefully, keeping in mind her preferred arrangement of the bathroom, with the toilet facing the door directly, probably a less than popular choice for many women, who value their pee privacy highly. She added a full length mirror to the back of the bathroom door, partly for the usual reasons, checking her outfits after dressing, etc.. But that mirror had another, very special purpose, in her view. She used it to watch herself piss, in great detail! She could see for herself which peeing styles, clothing arrangements, etc., were the sexiest and most appealing, whether she wanted to appear innocent or wanton, neat and tidy, or loose and carefree. And she could and did practice some of her favorite peeing styles, to perfect them, in case she found an audience of one to watch her, someday.

Even with all of this preparation, she couldn't be too open with men about her desires, for fear of ridicule or rejection, and stories being told behind her back. So she had to develop more subtle ways of discovering her men's interests. She was currently living with a boyfriend who gave out vibes saying he was curious about, and interested in her pissing, similar to her brother's, and she decided to test the depth and intensity of those interests. More than once, she noticed that he was very close to the bathroom door, when she emerged, after pissing. She guessed that he had probably been listening to her. Just the the possibility of this was a turn-on for her.

So she started leaving the bathroom door partially open for him, too, whenever they were alone together, and she was in the mood. She noticed that he also got nervous and behaved strangely, after the times when she peed with the bathroom door partly open, allowing him a view of her, at his discretion, as well as full sound. His voice and hands sometimes trembled, and he couldn't meet her frank, open gaze. He never dared to mention her peeing with the door open to her, although she wanted very much for him to say something, or indicate that he noticed! This went on for weeks, with no direct response from him. She was seriously disappointed, and wondered why.

Although she was now sure he was watching her piss, she wondered if his interest was as intense as hers. So she began varying her style, as she had done with her brother, hoping that she might build the same power over him, as she had over her brother. She started by sprinkling the front of the seat, with a few drops of her piss, and not wiping it, since he would know it was hers. He used the toilet immediately after she had done that one day, so he had to be aware that she had done it, but didn't know if it was deliberate, or accidental. He looked at her strangely when he came out of the bathroom, but never said a word, which was very frustrating for her.

That night, they were kissing on the couch, watching TV, and having a glass or two of wine, when she announced that she had to pee. This time, she left the bathroom door more then halfway open, and made sure that he was looking in her direction, before she sat on the toilet. She lifted her dress in the front, quite provocatively, she thought, slipped her panties to her ankles, and opened her legs in the relaxed style she had come to prefer. Then she placed two fingers of her left hand on her lips, intending to aim her stream with them. Her bladder was under more pressure than she realized, and she was a little nervous, thinking that he certainly must be watching, this time. Her piss sprayed forward, as soon as she touched her lips, wetting the seat and both of her inner thighs, above her stocking tops. "I hope he likes it messy," she thought, as she got her stream back under control. The dribbles on her thighs looked extremely sexy to her, in the mirror, and he couldn't help noticing that she had done it for him to see, if he was watching her with any interest at all. She began folding some t.p. to wipe them with, while her stream continued to tinkle into the toilet. Her bladder was more full than she had thought.

Suddenly, he was there on the floor, in front of her, face buried between her thighs, eagerly swallowing the last sprinkles of her piss, streaming from her wet cunt, and licking the remaining dribbles from her thighs, getting his face and hair wet with her pee. He pushed her hand with the t.p. away, begging her not to waste her delicious nectar on it. He continued licking her to a shuddering orgasm, right there on the toilet, and they collapsed in each other's arms, on the bathroom floor. Her legs were still wet with some of her piss dribbles, his rock-hard cock found them, and spurted hot cum all over her wet legs, after rubbing on them for a few seconds. She squeezed his cock between her thighs, telling him how much she liked what he had done, and causing him to start getting hard again.

Afterward, he told her how he had been secretly watching her pee, ever since she started leaving the door open. She looked so incredibly sexy, sometimes absolutely wanton, with her dress up in front, and her legs spread wide, that he had wanted to drink her in and lick her, for a very long time, finally losing control, and just doing it, tonight. She reminded him that she had given him many opportunities, and wondered why it took him so long to act on his desires, or at least to let her know that he had noticed her pissing and was turned on by it.

He confessed that he had been listening to her hiss and tinkle for a long time and was very curious about how she actually did it, how she sat, how it came out, did her beautiful legs get wet? He wanted to watch her with all his heart. But he wasn't sure that she wanted him to watch her, and he was afraid she would think he was a pervert, or voyeur. He thought that she may have just become relaxed and comfortable with him, pissing with the door open, and he would scare or offend her by walking in on her, and making it into a sexual thing. She reassured him that that was exactly what she wanted, for him to let her know that he liked watching her piss, and wanted to see a lot more, up close. Now that he had actually seen her do it, he told her it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. They finished their wine, and she demonstrated her sincerity, a little while later.

She sat, as she had earlier, dress up higher in the front than before, with her legs wide open, and fingers on her lips. He positioned himself directly in front of her on the floor, with his face between her thighs. She started peeing, gently sprinkling her right thigh first, then her left, then the seat, watching the expression on his face change from interest to pure delight, as he watched every sprinkle and spurt come out of her. Finally, she spread her lips wide, spraying both of her legs, the toilet seat, and his ecstatic, smiling face, with a hissing gusher. He couldn't get enough of her, or her piss, and dove right into her wet, pissing pussy, drinking her nectar in, and licking her to another shuddering orgasm. Then he got up from the bathroom floor, took her in his arms, and carried her off to bed, where they made slow, sensuous love, interrupted only by several more of her trips to the bathroom, with him following eagerly, for the rest of the night. They awoke the next morning, still a little damp, but very satisfied, knowing that they had both found kindred spirits, who shared their most intimate desires.

Dr. P.