..... Aubrey starts: I think you go in and out of different
phases during childhood, lots of ideas go in and out of your head, mixed
feelings and emotions all to do with growing up I suppose, some of them stick,
some lay dormant and some are forgotten. But later on in life, events will
trigger the dormant memories and some of those may appeal to you now more than
then.
I remember that when I was a kid, my mother used to take me into the Ladies'
toilets with her when I needed a pee, she used to go as well and although I
wasn't interested in watching, I still heard the hissing sound of her pee. This is one of my
own 'dormant' memories and it's one fascination that's stayed with me throughout
my life.
As kids on a council estate when playing outside, there would
always be a girl who needed a pee, doing a pee dance, crossing her legs or
holding her fanny, it was normal. I remember when we moved house my Dad had put
the sections of our garden shed against the wall of our new house. It made an
'A' and us kids used to play in it. One of the girls I played with did a huge
piss in there, it was the very first time I'd seen a girl piss, I stood there
watching, it was really
loud and splashy - I didn't know what to do so I knocked on our front door to
tell my Mum and when she answered I remember this 'thing' sticking out of my
shorts, it was my first erection! I was trying to smooth it down while I told
tales, I didn't know what it was!
As I grew up I remember my relations coming round at the weekends and the
various Aunties who used to use our toilet - somehow always at the same time as
me 'just going up to my room'! I must have been aged about 8 or 9 and I used to
listen to their pee and hear if it sounded like my mother's hissing sound. I
soon found out that not all women did the piss hiss. I found it interesting
comparing the huge differences in length, duration, power, noise etc of women's
pisses. When I used to stay at my grandparents during the school holidays I used
to spend all day in the busy town finding public toilets that had the windows
open and hang around watching until a lady came along to pee and I'd stand near the
window and listen to her having a piss. I discovered that the best pisses from
women were from the thinner ones, the fat one's pisses were useless. This was
all before I started wanking so it wasn't really a sex thing, I just found
listening to women pissing interesting.
When at school I used to take an interest in watching how the girls stood while talking
in the playground and having bets with myself on how much, (or if) she needed to
pee, I got quite good at this and that foresight has stayed with me ever since.
At school I used to derive great pleasure if, when in class, a girl put her hand
up to go to the toilet and was denied, I would then just concentrate on watching her and
her plight, I'd keep looking at her and wondering what was going on inside of
her, if she hissed or trickled, noisy or quiet, long or short - it drove me mad
sometimes and I couldn't concentrate on lessons.
When I was about 12 there was a girl at school who wanted to go out with me, I thought at least I might get a chance to take my developing interest in pissing one step further and prevent her from pissing and hear the outcome, so I thought, why not? When I got the chance to hear her pee it was round her house and it was summer, we'd just returned from a bike ride, the downstairs bathroom window was open and I heard her singing and pissing at the same time, I thought 'this is a first!' It turned out that she had a huge bladder that never seemed to give in, it just accommodated more and more piss, resulting in her peeing for at least a minute, I was absolutely fascinated as so far I hadn't ever heard a girl piss this long, the longest so far was one of my Aunties who pissed for 35 seconds. This girl was besotted with me and would do anything to keep me, so I told her that I wanted to watch her pee, knowing it would last a nice long time. She was a bit reluctant at first, but I threatened to leave her if she didn't, so she peed for me - loads of times! I was intrigued with the delightful aroma and the hotness of her pee stream when I touched it - this was definately step two in the peeing phase of my life, one I enjoyed so much I wanted to watch her pissing all the time, I'd never get tired of it! We were together for 3 years, I got to like her a lot, but I don't know if I was in love with her or her super bladder. We split up after I'd started work when I was 15 and I remember all I was thinking of was "where am I going to get my regular 'piss fix' from now?"
That phase of my vivid interest in pissing died out for a while
as I'd discovered shagging and I thought I'd do that for a while as I liked that
very much too. I was nearly 16, I was working and my mate had a car, so we used
to go out most nights picking up birds, we were a very successful duo and we met
and shagged dozens of girls, most of which we'd pick up on the side of the road
and give them a lift. I remember that when I used to be 'petting' a girl, I used
to rub just above their pubic bone, I discovered that some girls really liked
this. Now, later on I realise that they would have had a full bladder and it was
arousing them with the bladder walls rubbing on their G spot - but of course, we
are talking 60s here, so the G spot was unheard of, well to teenagers anyway.
This weekly crumpet catching & shagging went on for 2 years or more, it was a
great phase of my life, but then I found that I was thirsty for pissing again - I'd been a long time without it! When I think of how many girls I must have
shagged that needed a piss and I didn't even think of it - damn!
Well, I was still searching for a girl of my own with a big bladder and so far I
hadn't come up with anything, but at a party when I was 18 I met a girl who was
later to become my first wife. We courted for a ridiculously long time, I think
it was 5 years!! But she did pee extremely well, she held her piss secretly and
she enjoyed holding it, but she would never admit to it. She used to pump
herself up so full her bladder used to stick out and she was very proud of it
and she used to make me feel it, "feel this," she used to smile and say, it was
so big and hard and so warm - quite delicious - but that was it, she wouldn't
pee for me under any circumstances, watching her was out of the question, in fact I think that it's because she knew I
liked it that she refused and she used to avoid using the toilet if I was
around. Sometimes she just had to give in, it was always very horny when she did
actually piss and I could hear it, hers was always a trickle, never forced out,
never hissing, sometimes her piss was as quiet as a mouse and you really had to
strain your ears!
She had a lot of female friends: one in particular I suspected of having a good
bladder, she came round to our new house one weekend and didn't ask for the
toilet although I could see she needed a wee bad, so in anticipation I hid a
tape recorder in the toilet hoping she would eventually go - and she did and wow
what a fantastic piss, over a minute and a half of constant pissing. I kept the
recording for years afterwards, it was one of my prized secret possessions, I
would wank off to it, instantly getting a stiff and cumming so intensely I
thought my dick was going to fall off! I realised then that there were other
females who could piss for a long time, it was just that they were rare and took
some seeking out. I remember I was always craving female piss from other sources
because my first wife wouldn't co-operate and experiment with me and have
pissing fun,
so I used to plan ways of preventing her from pissing and plan ahead to one of
the many toilets that I knew so I'd be able to hear her piss, it was the only
way that I'd get any pleasure from her lovely bladder.
After we divorced I was in my mid 20s and my work led me to
being in lots of different pubs with lots of different people in the bars, now
why didn't I think of this before you may ask? A pub toilet is obviously where
you are going to hear the best pisses but it didn't dawn on me until then. My
work was maintaining a chain of pubs, repairing doors and windows and stuff. A
lot of these jobs had to be done during opening hours, so it wasn't unusual for
me to be working in a Ladies' toilet when it was open! So there was I with a
front row seat just waiting and watching!!
I started carrying my tape recorder with me, it was now part of my tool kit and
I got loads of recordings of different women taking really urgent pisses and if
there was only one cubicle, I could make them wait too, their badly needed
bladder relief was in my hands! I could let them have a piss when it suited me!
That was a great feeling, then I'd listen to how badly they needed to go when I
replayed the tape afterwards.
I did this for a long time, I was thinking that no-one else had this pissy
streak in them, that I was the only 'strange one' in the whole world who enjoyed
seeing, watching and hearing women piss. One of the pubs I maintained had a big air vent
right by the back of the WC pan in the only ladies cubicle, this eventually
allowed me to move on to stage 3 of my pissing life!
I discovered this toilet air vent quite by accident, we were
re-furbishing a pub and I didn't have any work to do in the toilets at all. But
on visiting the Gents' cubicle I noticed there was a vent by the WC pan where
you could almost see outside and so I thought I'd check to see if the Ladies'
was the same - and it was!!
So every morning when I got to the site I'd park my car by the Ladies' vent so
it would give me some cover and then every dinner time I would do some
maintenance on my car! I watched loads of backward views of women hovering &
pissing, the bonus being that I could see who was going in and whether I fancied
watching her, I was getting spoilt for choice! As far as I know, no-body knew
what I was doing, I was very careful, but not to look at a fanny pissing in full
flood is something I cannot do, the build-up to it was the killer: the
footsteps, the door closing, the rustling of the clothes, then the magnificent
rear view of a hovering hairy female slit poised to piss, the twitching of the
fanny lips and the beautiful glistening hot piss stream.
I nearly cried when we finished that pub, but it was fairly local - it was a
short drive, so I used to go there as many times as I could, not to go into the
bar, but to collect a drink and sit innocently in my car with the window down or
the door open waiting to watch the next piss show! I wasn't married at the time, so I
had all the time in the world to go and watch women pissing whenever it suited me
and if I was prepared to wait, the women would always be there for me to watch!