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Aubrey S. This is the start of aubrey's story 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 watching women piss 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 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 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 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 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 pee it was round her house watching women piss 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 watching women piss
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 - lo 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, watching women piss are talking 60s here, so the G spot was unheard of, well to teenagers anyway. 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 Watching women piss 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 watching women piss 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 lo 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 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 watching women piss 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! 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! Piss Stories Menu. Voyeur Piss Watcher. Fifty years of watching women pee.Watching women piss
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