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free peeing stories:
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
the women pissing 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 other women piss. 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 this woman's 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, her bladder 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 see this woman piss or get
a recording of her pissing, but sadly I didn't get the opportunity.
This was my 'golden' opportunity and I had to take it or I'd regret
it for the rest of my life
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 wanted to carry on
and watch this woman piss, I was visualising it to myself. I closed the Ladies'
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 gushes of piss 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 her piss 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.
Here's another of Aubrey's female peeing stories . . .
There was another good piss story from Aubrey: ..... 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.
I remember this 'thing' sticking out of my shorts, it was my first
erection!
As kids on a council estate when playing outside, there would always be a
girl who needed a piss, 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, my first
voyeur sighting! Her piss 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 piss 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
pissing. 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 being a young voyeur, 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 pissing from women were from the thinner ones, the fat
one's pissng was 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 her piss hissed or trickled, noisy or quiet, long or short -
it drove me mad sometimes and I couldn't concentrate on lessons.
this was definately step two in the peeing phase of my life
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 this
pissing voyeurism 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 piss 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 piss, 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.
I got loads of recordings of different women taking really urgent
pisses
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 pissing 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!! The voyuer carpenter!!
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, a bit sadistic really I suppose? Then I'd listen to
how badly they needed to go when I replayed the tape afterwards.
I did this for a long time and I was thinking that no-one else had this
voyeuristic pissing 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, oh a voyeur's delight!
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 car door open, just 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!
Aubrey
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