"Jeanie"

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"Jeanie"
by Dr. P

Note: This is the story of my first real, adult, wet relationship.

After "Ellie" left the company and the local scene, I had a couple more girlfriends, and even confided my interest in female peeing to one of them. She said it was "a little kinky, but not too bad," which I found encouraging. But she did not volunteer to let me watch her pee, although she had been very cooperative in indulging some of my other fantasies.

Then I met "Jeanie," "a black-haired beauty with big, dark eyes, and points of her own, set way up high," just like the description in Bob Seeger's song, "Night Moves". She was indeed tall and slender, of French and Native American ethnicity, born and raised in California. We worked in the same building, for different organizations of the same company, and started talking and flirting in the hall, and at coffee breaks. We were very attracted to one another, and eventually got together.

After our very first sexual encounter, we were lying totally nude and relaxed in bed, when she said "I have to pee." I loved her directness, saying "pee," rather than some euphemism, like "go to the little girls room" or something equally silly. By this time, I had managed to talk to a number of women about peeing, as a sexual fantasy and turn-on, without any significant negative feedback. Revealing your sexual fantasies and kinks was a popular thing to do, in the seventies and eighties. So I was somewhat emboldened by these conversations, and was not shy at all. "Can I go with you?" I asked.

She responded by enthusiastically taking my hand and pulling me into the bathroom with her, asking, "Do you want me to sit or stand?" I must have looked incredulous, taken aback, because at that time, I didn't even believe that a woman could pee standing. "Stand?" I stammered, but I recovered and said, "I'd love to see you stand!" I was very pleasantly shocked and surprised at her reaction of enthusiastic acceptance and invitation at my request to watch her, rather than, shock, revulsion, or anger, all of which were possible. I absolutely could not believe my good fortune.

She then proudly showed me how she could stand up straight, knees and hips locked, legs spread wide, directly over the toilet (facing outward with the seat down!), and pee directly downward into the bowl, very neatly, without wetting her legs or the seat! I knelt on the floor, in front of her, for the best view. When she finished, I was overcome with desire and instinctively licked her wet pussy lips and sucked the dribbles out of her hair, which she found extremely arousing. "That was nice!" she said, ground her pussy into my face, and pulled me back into the bedroom, where I licked her to a shuddering orgasm.

From that time on, she was only too happy to accommodate my every whim and fantasy in the bathroom, and to suggest things of her own, like having me watch her wet her shorts. She became my very first, enthusiastically cooperating, openly "wet" girlfriend. I was very surprised to find that she took my interest in her peeing totally in stride. She gave no indication that she thought it was perverse, weird, or whatever, as it seemed to be, and remains, in the mainstream culture. She seemed to understand and accept, instinctively, that a woman's peeing could be attractive and sexy to men, and it didn't seem to bother her in the least. In fact, she seemed to like knowing that about me, possibly because it gave her a secret advantage over other women, in her view. She was right.

It really did give her a huge advantage. How could I neglect or ignore a girl who likes to pee standing up, with me watching, and does it many times a day? I thought I had found heaven on Earth! It never occurred to me at the time to ask her whether she had encountered this interest in other men, or whether it was something she personally liked doing, on her own. Now, I wish I had. Her answers might have been very enlightening!

Of course, I had a million questions about her standing to pee. How did she learn this standing technique? How did she pee in public facilities? At home, alone? She said she had been trained by her mother, "...from little on" to pee standing in public facilities. She followed her mother's admonition, and always stood to pee in public toilets, for reasons of cleanliness, which was most important to her. She always removed her panties and outer pants from one leg, before doing this.

Skirts and pantyhose were more trouble, since she had to remove one leg of the pantyhose entirely, and then put it back on. When at home, or in otherwise clean and comfortable surroundings, she preferred to sit down with her legs splayed wide, in a very relaxed fashion. Over our year-long relationship, she demonstrated all the things she told me that first day, and more. She confided to me that she peed "a lot," every day, and if we were together, I could come with her and she would do it any way I wanted, every time she went. Talk about temptations!

Jeanie's vulva and urethra were set very high in front, and she had an abundant, tightly curled matte of black pubic hair with thin, tightly compressed outer lips, and no protrusion of her inner lips. She had a small bladder and urethra and usually could pee only a thin, weak stream of short duration, with a very soft hiss. But she did need to pee often, as she said. When she stood to pee, her thick hair and tight lips confined her stream in a straight downward direction, most of the time. Once, I sat in front of her, when her bladder was particularly full, holding a large glass jar between her thighs, and watched as she peed into it, standing in her usual way, as if she had a toilet or urinal between her legs.

She peed straight downward for a while, when suddenly, a thin stream spurted directly forward, straight from her urethra, separating and wetting her thick hair. The stream shot out horizontally, at right angles to her body, overshooting the jar, toward my face. Although surprised, I was able to catch a few drops in my mouth. She stopped peeing abruptly and apologized, saying this rarely happened, except when she had to go really bad, like she did right then. I said "No problem. Can you do it again?" and opened my mouth, moving it closer to her pussy. She tried, but her stream went straight down again, into the jar. As soon as she finished, I licked all the golden drops out of her hair and from her lips, then licked her to a mind blowing orgasm. We followed this by screwing our brains out right there on the bathroom floor! This was one of our most memorable wet sex days, although I am sure I will remember others.

It occurred to me that this incident indicated that Jeanie's anatomy was apparently well suited to peeing forward, in a standing position, and only her tight matte of pubic hair prevented her from doing this, much of the time. When she sat down to pee, she liked to spread her legs wide apart, and I loved this view, too. Sitting this way, her pee stream usually broke forward through her thick hair and deviated toward her left leg, often getting her uppermost inner thigh wet. This was a further delight for me. I thought it was very sexy and intimate to see her pee on her leg, while I watched. She didn't seem to mind, and hardly noticed that her leg got wet, so I guess it usually did, and I got to lick her dry, which we both enjoyed!

Jeanie and I split up after a about a year, for reasons completely unrelated to our great sex life. She was my first real, wet relationship, but I met someone else, "Lisa," who turned out to be even more adventurous, within a few months. That is a whole other series of stories, to be posted next.

Dr. P.

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Jeanie would have been a keeper in my book. I'm sure her "advantage" would have been put to good use.