As you can probably guess by the title, this is not only my first experience, but also my first attempt at writing. I hope you enjoy.
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I grew up in London, although a child of the 60's, it was the 70's when I started understanding what makes people tick. Especially sexually. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that I blossomed and somehow became some sort of sex guru or anything like that, because, believe me, I didn't! What I mean is that as I grew up and developed I started to understand what I was thinking about and wanting, sometimes continuously! A deep seated yearning I suppose. I hope I'm not waxing lyrical too much because that is not my intention, but I liked girls. Oh boy did I! Of course I spoke to my friends and found out what they were thinking, and occasionally, doing. But I was shy. I could be the centre of attention within my circle of friends a feel very comfortable, but if a pretty girl asked me the time at the bus stop I would blush profusely and forget how to speak the English language, that was a problem as I only knew one language.
So there I was ready as I ever would be for a fulfilling relationship with a girl and unable to overcome the fear of rejection. Or maybe it wasn't that, maybe it was just not knowing how to put into words what I wanted to ask. It wasn't that I'd never had a girlfriend, I had, several in fact, but when you're younger, especially at school although as a guy I was always thinking about sex I never had the nerve to try and find out about it with the girls I saw. They were all "nice girls" and didn't seem to go in for that sort of thing.
I had one release, a friend of mine could get hardcore porn magazines, I don't know where from, but all I cared was that he got them. Remember the era I'm talking about here, Playboy and Fiesta were easily available, but to actually see the sex act performed was very tough to find, especially as an inexperienced youngster. If only we had the internet! Another friend, whose parents seemed to be leftover hippies, free love and all, found their stash of porno VHS, so when they were at work the three of us would go round and masturbate furiously every week on our days off from work. It ended when his little Scotty dog licked the balls of our other friend, who in either shock or pleasure, I'm not sure which, shot his arms out and broke a very expensive vase that was on the table next to him.
So there I was so ready for sex, slowly building muscles in one arm and not the other, but unable to find the courage to get a girl to do it with. Then one day I had a bit of overdue luck.
My aunt and her daughter came over to visit one dull and dreary Saturday afternoon. My aunt lived close and I saw her frequently, she was the youngest of seven siblings, the sister of my dad who was one of the middle kids. But Sharon, my cousin, I hadn't seen for a few years as she lived with her farther about 150 miles away. We had some lunch together and everyone was chatting away when Sharon leaned over to me a said how boring it was and would I like to go to my room and we could talk and have a laugh rather than listen to the dreary conversation in the living room.
"Sure, why not?"
We got up and wandered out and to my room. Sharon threw herself on the bed and lounged as if she owned the place. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked her over. I hadn't really had time to take her in properly with everyone around. She was a couple of years older than me, quite tall, taller than me, she had long wavy dark hair, a pretty face without being stunningly beautiful. She had a nice body, slim but with enough curves to let you know she was a woman. She was dressed in a summer dress, quite light and just about to her knees and she had little white ankle socks on.
I couldn't help look her over appreciatively. We had once seen a lot of each other and been quite close, but as I've said it had been a few years since we had seen each other.
"Do you remember what a little pervert you used to be?" She said all of a sudden.
"Sorry!?" I stammered.
"You remember... what you liked to do when I used to come over?"
I suddenly remembered. I hadn't thought about this in a while and I could feel my cheeks burning. I had gotten a bit of a fetish when I was quite young. I loved to watch women pee.
I remember, as if it was yesterday, how I got this fetish. It was a week after my eighteenth birthday, I was out with my grandfather and my two other cousins, both girls. We had gone to his office one Sunday morning for him to have a quick meeting with his boss. It was a nice day so the three of us teenagers said we'd go for the walk with him. The two oldies decided to have their meeting out the back of the office in the yard to make the most of the sunshine. The three of us just chatted and fooled around taking the micky out of the others and telling jokes. All of a sudden I was aware that Jenny, the younger of my two cousins, about 18 months older than me, was looking uncomfortable. She wandered over to our grandfather and asked if she could use the toilet.
"Just one-minute sweetheart, we're nearly finished." He replied.
She smiled and came back to us. We carried on with our antics. But I started to keep a close eye on Jenny. Jane, the older cousin seemed oblivious to her sister's plight. Several times Jenny went back and asked to use the toilet, and several times she got the same answer. I suppose the two men were just caught up in, what I'm sure to them, was important business.
All of a sudden there was a noise that I couldn't make out, a sort of hissing noise. Jenny had frozen still and coming from the base of her dress was a stream of pee under a lot of pressure. I couldn't take my eyes from the sight. The pee was hitting the concrete ground and splashing in all directions. The look on Jenny's face made me feel so sorry for her, yet I was turned on. I could feel my cock hardening in my jeans. Jenny couldn't stop and must have peed well over a minute. Her sister, being a caring sort, burst out laughing and almost fell off the bench she was on. Slowly the stream died down until there was just a few drips emanating from under Jenny's dress. I was standing with my mouth agape and a hard on in my jeans, I thought it would be prudent to go and sit down and not be obvious. I chose a different seat than the one Jane had perched herself on so that she wouldn't see the bulge I was sporting. As it happened I had sat down right outside the outdoor toilet. Honestly I never knew it was there!
My grandfather, more shocked than the rest of us, took Jenny and led her to the toilet door, opened it for her and ushered her in, then turned away. Jenny went inside, neither of them shut the door. I think both were mortified, Jenny with embarrassment and my grandfather with a sense of guilt. I had a perfect view. Jenny lifted her dress up and scrunched it under her arm to keep it out of the way. Then she slowly pulled down her soaking panties. I couldn't believe that no one was telling me to come away, so I was making the most of it. I don't think there was any toilet paper, because Jenny started wiping her pussy with her soaking panties. I wasn't very close, but close enough to be able to see her dark blond pubic hairs all soaking and matted against her body. She used the panties several times trying to dry herself, then she pushed them slightly inside her lips to dry there. I thought I would be the next one having an accident. My cock was throbbing, I didn't know if I could control myself, I was very worried about cumming in my pants. At that point Jenny looked up and saw me watching her. She stopped what she was doing and just looked at me. I didn't know what to do, I was well and truly busted. I was waiting for her to scream at me but she didn't she just started to wipe herself again.
She finished and dropped her dress down, I got up very carefully and walked away. It was a very quiet walk home. From that day on I loved to see a woman pee. Either to watch her wet her panties or for it to fall from under a skirt or dress, or to see it coming out from between her pussy lips. I still do.
I came out of my reverie and realised that Sharon was staring at me. I looked at her and gave a week smile.
She held her hand out to me, I tentatively grasped it and she got up off the bed.
"I need to pee. Want to come?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Yes" I managed to croak out. My mouth had become very dry all of a sudden.
Quietly we tip-toed to the toilet. It was a small, toilet only room. No bath or shower. Once inside I looked at Sharon and she looked at me. I didn't know what to do, I was trembling, partially with excitement, but also with terror. What would happen if our parents caught us, there'd be no explaining this away, there was only one reason to be in this room and I couldn't think of any reason for the two of us to be there, apart from what we were actually doing there.
"You used to be much less nervous when we were younger." Sharon said.
