A Piss Lover's Life.
A lifetime of watching & listening to ladies pissing.

How the love of watching women piss started for me and how it developed is in Part 1.
This is part two and carries on from me looking through the air vent in the Ladies toilets at a pub.

I still regularly went back to that pub, I couldn't stay away and even though ten years had passed I never got over the fascination of it being there watching and all I had to do was go and look, I couldn't resist it! One night I saw a woman's piss that I will never forget: I could see a couple sitting in the bay window with their tall drinks and they were talking to an old couple who were sitting with them. The girl was a cracker, long dark hair and slim, she looked very shy. They were sitting there all night for about 2 hours or so and hardly budged, only to get more drinks and three of them went to the toilets, but not the girl. I was watching her because if she went for a piss I didn't want to miss watching her. Then, right at the end of the night they looked like they were making ready to leave and the girl used this as an opportunity to leave the group and have a piss. I was tracking and watching her and I was quickly checking out the surrounding area by my car in case there was somebody coming - fortunately it was all clear and then I saw the dark shadow of her hair and her coat in the frosted window. I was really looking forward to watching her piss - having watched her sitting there all night. She locked the toilet door and pulled up her coat together with her skirt and eased her knickers down a little way, then she SAT on the toilet seat, she wasn't going to hover like all the previous women. She sat on the loo seat leaning over to one side so she was going to direct her piss stream onto the side of the bowl. Then came the piss, a beautiful twinkling silver piss, squirted as a perfectly straight tight jet at really high pressure onto the china. It was being forced out at such high volume it was pooling on the side of the toilet bowl before sliding down! I was watching this wonderful sight with only the thickness of a wall away from this beautiful silver pee stream. She was really pumping away at it, squirting with all her power, there was loads. I could hear the sound of her fanny lips and the crackling sound of the powerful jet of her piss so clearly, I could almost smell it and feel the warmth of the spray. There was lots of fine piss spray bouncing around her piss jet, more force, more spray, it was the best piss I had ever watched, incredible sight.
Unfortunately I had to move after ten years had lapsed to another part of the country, this was due to personal circumstances and nothing to do with 'running away' or other daft things.

I met and married my second wife in my mid thirties and very early on in our relationship we discovered quite by accident by watching each other that we mutually enjoyed the varied aspects of pissing together, this time involving it in our sex life too. She particularly liked making love when her bladder was full, the fuller the better.
I remember that she pissed our bed once and she was in such a deep sleep that I couldn't wake her, so I tried stopping it for her and although I couldn't actually stop her piss flow, I still had great fun trying! She awoke very embarrassed and ashamed when she discovered what she'd done, but when I told her what fun I'd had while trying to stem her piss flow she seemed to be alright about it, like I'd tried to do her a favour?
We discovered a mutual love of outdoor pissing and she was the first girl who I'd seen pissing while standing, she was expert at it and enjoyed the fun of it immensely. Watching her piss stream shoot out from her body and seeing the smile of enjoyment on her face always aroused me instantly. She was also the first girl of my own who would do interesting hissy pisses, she could make it hiss at any flow rate, her piss was perfect.

We had a woman who lived next door, she was a very chatty inquisitive type and flaunted herself a lot. Later through some long-term investigations, I found that she would never use any other toilet than her own, she would break her neck for a piss, she would arrive home in such a state, so swollen and full and if all was quiet in our house, you could hear her pissing in her bathroom. She would run up the stairs, you'd hear the bathroom door slide open (and not slide shut) then this rhythmical pissing, like she was pumping it out of her in 10 second waves. Her pissing quantities were fantastic, I'm sure it used to be over two pints if not more, so I imagine she'd been doing that all of her life. I wanted so badly to get a recording of her pissing, but sadly I didn't get the opportunity.

There was another woman I noticed when I used to go to a night club at the weekend, she was very attractive and had a lovely figure. She always used to stand in the same place, speak to the same people and drink the same drinks, a creature of regular habit for sure. She always used to piss about once an hour, but she used to be gone for 3 or 4 minutes, sometimes longer and I was curious to know why. This curiosity was short lived when I found out one night when the club was almost empty. It was very late and the staff were clearing up, she was still at the end of the bar with her friends when she made a move to the toilets, I was certain there was no-one else in the women's toilets because I'd been watching the door. This was my 'golden' opportunity and I had to take it or I'd regret it for the rest of my life.
I waited for about half a minute or so just in case she'd just gone in to wash her hands or something, then I went down the corridor and eased the door to the Ladies' open just enough to hear what was going on. At first I heard nothing and I thought that she'd gone, I was mystified. Then I heard this enormous gush of forced piss and an "ooohhhh" it went on and on 'til she had to pause for another breath, then it gushed forth again, such astonishing piss power and incredible noise. I closed the door quietly and went to check to see if anyone was due to come down the corridor - no-one, so I went back and eased the door open again, I was amazed to hear the same thing again, huge forceful long gush and a sexy groan, but this time, when she paused for breath she had a rest and just tinkled for about a minute and then she stopped, so I was getting ready to close the door as I didn't want to be caught, but just as I thought it was all over, she started up gushing again! I decided that I'd satisfied my curiosity enough and decided to go back and finish up my drink and see how much longer she was going to be. It must have been another minute before she came out and I watched her walk past me. Wow!!!

All through the late 80s and up to present day I have been very lucky and I have never even dreamed of going elsewhere for my piss fun than with my wife. We have such a good time together and I'm not about to spoil it.

I hope you've enjoyed reading this as much as I've enjoyed re-calling & re-watching some of my wet memories. Aubrey.

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A Piss Lover's Life. A lifetime of watching & listening to ladies pissing.

How the love of watching women piss started for me and how it developed is in Part 1. This is part two and carries on from me looking through the air vent in the Ladies toilets at a pub.

A Piss Lover's Life.
A lifetime of watching & listening to ladies pissing.

How the love of watching women piss started for me and how it developed is in Part 1.
This is part two and carries on from me looking through the air vent in the Ladies toilets at a pub.