Janey’s preoccupation with peeing

　

Those of you that have read of my earlier childhood know that when I grew up on my grandmother’s farm, we would just squat in the weeds to pee. All the boys (mostly cousins) would just haul out their dicks and piss. I would hide in the weeds or bushes, but the other boys and girls would make fun of me.

After a while I began peeing in front of all of them. It just seemed like the thing to do. When soJaney’s preoccupation with peeing

meone had to pee, it seemed like everyone would stop what they were doing to watch. I think it got to the point that I would not pee until someone was around to watch.

We would have nothing to wipe with, so the girls would just make a swipe across their pussy with their hand and wipe their hand on their pants.

One day I saw a cousin wipe her dripping pussy with her hand and then stick it in her mouth. I had never seen or even though of anything like this. I told her that was nasty. She said her older sister did this every time she would pee, so she tried it and she liked it.

The next time no one was around and I had to pee, I tried tasting my pee. Not bad. I tried to pee in my hand and then drink a little. Still not bad. In fact this made me think I was older like my friends older sister. I did this from that moment on.

As I got older, I really enjoyed doing this. Probably because my mother took me off the bottle to early. (ha, ha). After the summer was over, and I would go back to town to live with my parents, I missed having to pee in the woods with people watching me. On any weekend I had a chance to visit the farm and run with the old crowd, I would just to get someone to watch me pee.

A lot of the girls were getting hair on their pussys now, and for some reason, they stopped peeing in front of the others. I didn’t understand this. As when I was younger and they made fun of me for not letting them see me pee, now they were making fun of me for allowing them to see me pee through all that hair. So I also stopped.

I think at this time in my life things were really changing for the worst. I had let my family pet dog fuck me and take my cherry. This was when I lived in the city, and since my cousins no longer peed in front of the others, I stopped going to the farm.

Still peeing in front of others was getting the best of me. One day I was at a restaurant and had to go to the bath room to pee. When I went in, I saw there was no door on one of the stalls. There was no one in the other, but I went in the one with no door.

Most women I know do not set on the seat in public restrooms. We just spread our legs, straddle the commode and cut loose. My heart was beginning to bang out of my chest. The thought of me standing, peeing, and someone come in and see me.

I went into the stall, dropped my panties, and stood over the commode waiting for someone to come in. I thought I was going to burst my bladder if someone didn’t come in soon. I heard the outside door open, and I cut loose. The piss hitting the water was deafening. The lady that came in paused to look in. I think for the first time in my life I almost came as I was pissing. She saw me and then went on into the other stall and said nothing. I swiped with my hand, stuck my fingers in my mouth, stroked my clit with the other hand, and had a tremendous cum. I wondered what the other lady thought when she heard me cum.

After this experience, I went back to that restaurant as often as I could. Between my dog fuckin me and getting to cum as someone watched me pee, I was having a very enjoyable sex life.

On one glorious occasion, I was standing over the commode peeing when a tall red head came in. When she came to the stall, she paused and watched me. She was transfixed with me peeing in front of her.

I don’t know how she did it, but she was peering straight into my eyes, but at the same time was watching my cunt spew my piss. Her eyes didn’t blink or move from mine. My eyes didn’t move from hers. As my piss slowed to a slight dribble, I ran my hand down for my swipe. I ran my hand into my mouth again without moving from her eyes.

She paused for at least 15 seconds before she made two steps forward, reached her hand between my legs and swiped the remaining drops of piss. She then licked each of her fingers. I think I heard her purr a little. After staring into my eyes for a few moments more, she turned and left the bathroom.

I could take no more. I started running my fingers in and out of my pussy. One hand on my clit, the other running in and out. If someone else would have come into the bathroom, I could not have stopped. I came and came and came some more. I know I could never top this one.

My wanting to be watched as I peed I think was getting the best of me. I know if I had told a doctor how I felt, what I had done, and mostly what I had planned, he would have had me committed.

I had it all planed out . I bought a pair of white linen pants and a thong that fit tightly up the crack of my ass and massaged my cunt as I walked.

I went to a nearby mall on a busy Saturday afternoon. I thought that the more people that are there, the better it will be. If someone is there that knows me. It will be so much better.