Alice Pt.2

She told me that she had first realised in her very early teens. She had discovered her highly sexual nature at an early age, and always enjoyed the attention that she got from boys. But she came from quite a strict family, and really had no idea what sex involved, or what boys actually wanted from her. Her first explicitly sexual experience had been in secondary school when she had been in the toilets and had realised that a group of boys were trying to spy on her through a high window. She had found herself feeling very excited by this, and had made no attempt to let them know that she had seen them. Instead she had adjusted her position to spread her legs wide apart and give them a good look while she peed. Only as she finished had she looked directly up at the window, and straight into the face of the boy peering in. He had frozen in fear at being discovered, and the sense of her own power had excited her even more. As he stared, transfixed, she had even rubbed her clit a few times before pulling her panties back up and walking away.

Having made this first association between sex and pissing, she had never lost it. This experience had also given her a desire to see girls from the boys’ point of view. What were they feeling? What were they seeing? What might they want to do? Interested and excited by this, she had sought out opportunities to spy herself on other girls as they pissed. It had amused her to think how easily she had been able to fulfil this desire, and how jealous boys would have been to share the intimate moments that she was able to watch. The best were when other girls had slept over at her house, and they had prepared for bed at the same time, casually using the bathroom together. She had often wondered if her teenage friends had shared her curiosity or arousal as they had pissed in front of each other. On one glorious occasion she had even walked in to the school toilets at the same time as a girl who was reputed throughout the school to be, in their harsh, judgemental teen phrasing, a ‘total dyke’. The girl had not bothered to lock the cubicle as she entered, and Alice deliberately waited until she heard the sound of pee hitting the toilet bowl, then brazenly pushed her way into the cubicle. As the other girl had stared at her in surprise, she had reached down between her legs to feel her pussy – the first time she had ever felt another girl’s. The girl had been unable to interrupt her stream, and had carried on pissing as Alice stroked and fingered her. As soon as she had finished pissing, Alice had walked away and gone into the next stall. The other girl had followed her, and watched intently as she too emptied her bladder. But unfortunately she had not had the courage to touch Alice, and Alice had fantasised ever since about what might have happened had she done so.

Of course, Alice now wanted me to answer the same question. For me it had started even earlier when, in primary school, a girl had asked to watch me pee outside in the playground. I hadn’t really even known what I was feeling as I eagerly obliged her request, except that it was exciting, and somewhat naughty. Perhaps because of this early experience, I had always been a little turned on as an adult when girlfriends pissed in front of me, even though it hadn’t generally been an overtly sexual thing. It was just the intimacy and the mildly taboo nature of the act that aroused me. But then in my mid twenties, without any warning, a girlfriend had asked me to piss in her mouth.