Date: Sun, 1 Sep 2019 09:44:07 -0700 From: Misty Meadow Subject: Watching Little Girls Pee Watching Little Girls Pee By Misty Meadow It started when I was ten and my aunt Millie and her six year old daughter Penny came to see us one afternoon. Mummy fell downstairs and my aunt had to drive her to the hospital, just to check there was no fracture and there was no time to arrange for a baby sitter. "Will you girls be okay for a couple of hours," Mum asked. "Call my mobile if you need anything, okay?" I nod my head. She limped out to the car, supported on Aunt Millie's arm. I sat in the kitchen, wondering how I was going to fill the time until they came home, as Penny squatted on the floor. At one point, she rolled on to her back, her legs lifted, revealing a pair of day-glow orange knickers, eye-wateringly bright. Her smile was dazzling. "Nice knickers," I told her. "What colour are yours?" I leaned back and lifted my dress up above my waist. "See? White; just ordinary knickers like all girls my age wear." (Not strictly true; some of my friends wore thongs which I hate; they're ugly and must be so uncomfortable.) She sat up cross legged on the cool kitchen tiles; it must've felt nice on her bum in that blistering hot weather. Her knickers were still in view "My mum says I shouldn't let people see my knickers `cos it's naughty, but you can look at them if you like. You're `family' so it's okay." Abruptly, she stood up and took my hand. "Come on, I need to pee." So, she wanted me to come with her? This was is odd. We went into the downstairs bathroom, just a loo and a sink, and I watched as she lifted her dress and trapped it under her chin, then pulled her vivid knickers down to her ankles and sat. She leaned back and smiled at me as I stared at her puffy mound and little slit. A stream of pee trickled out and fell into the bowl with a delightful tinkling sound. My stomach clenched with excitement. It wasn't that the scene I was seeing was sexual in and of itself; it was her obvious pleasure as she flaunted her nakedness, letting me in on something that should be intensely private, a personal invitation. It felt like, dare I say it, love. I worried about how her mum would react if she spoke of this moment. I'd have to explain it away with some tale about her leaving the door open as I walked past, but then she said, "Don't you dare tell my mum about this! She'd murder me!" "I won't breathe a word of it, I promise," I assured her. She finished, bunched up some toilet paper, wiped herself and stood up, her dress still under her chin, knickers still down at her ankles. Emboldened by her demand for secrecy, I felt secure enough to announce, "I'm gonna pee, too," and lifted my own dress above my waist. She moved aside to let me stand with the backs of my calves against the bowl and slowly pulled my knickers down to my knees. She gazed at my mound and my little pee-pee, making me feel all warm inside. I sat, pushed my knickers down to my ankles, spread my legs as wide as they'd go and leaned back against the raised lid. "Here we go," I called and let it flow. With her knickers. She dropped to her knees in front of me, while her dress remained bunched up round her chest. She gazed at my pee-pee, her eyes big as saucers, the tip of her tongue poking from her bright pink lips. "Oooh, your pee-pee is just like mine!" It was. I was years away from puberty and all I could boast was a vertical slit bisecting my pubis that wasn't even as prominent as hers. I finished, wiped myself and we both stood. For a few seconds, we stood gazing at each other until the moment grew awkward and we pulled our knickers up and let our dresses fall. We went out into the living room and sat on the couch. Why was my pulse racing and my tummy churning? She was only six, for Christ's sake, just an innocent child. Was I some kind of pervert, I wondered? She climbed on to my lap and put her arms round my neck. "I love you, Misty," she whispered in my ear. My heart swelled but I knew the whole thing was just a game for a little girl, a chance to be naughty while her Mummy wasn't around. Kids throw the "L" word around without a thought, unlike adults. Nothing else of significance happened until some hours later when Mummy came home, her arm in a sling. "Just a hair-line fracture," she said. "I'm a bit woozy on pain killers. You kids okay?" "Fine," I assured her. "We had fun," Penny said and I waited anxiously for her to reveal the details, but then she looked at me and smiled. A look passed between us and I knew our secret was safe. I didn't see her again for years. ____________________ About a year later, I was walking my dog Bandit through the village, heading for Badger's Wood, a few acres of dense trees that my border collie loved to explore. Turning a corner, I bumped into Precious, the prettiest girl in my class whom everyone adored. "Oops, sorry," I said. Her face lit up. I had a kind of crush on her. She hated her name. ("Just call me `P', like the coin," she once said. Yes, I thought, like the action, too.) "Hi, Misty, I was just thinking of you." My pulse raced. "Where are you going?" "Walking Bandit to Badger's Wood." "Can I come?" Now I was seriously excited. "Of course. It's much nicer walking when you've got someone to talk to." We walked on down Sycamore lane, the trees meeting overhead to form a tunnel, offering shade from the afternoon heat, gossiping away, bad mouthing all the girls we didn't like and gushing about the teachers that we did. "Miss Baker's cool," Pee said. (She might have thought her nickname was a single letter, but I preferred to think of it as a three letter word, though I didn't tell her.) "She's beautiful. They say she used to be a ballerina." "She has the figure for it; long slender legs and a slender body." "And no tits at all," she added. We giggled. We came to the wood and I let Bandit off the lead. He dashed off but I knew he'd come back when I called. Pee reached out and took my hand. My heart skipped a beat. We girls didn't do that unless we had a special relationship. We followed the path through the trees and came to where a simple wooden bridge crossed a stream, a bare trickle this summer. We stood, leaning on the rail, looking for fish, but the flow was meager. "The sound of water always makes me want to pee," she said. "Me, too." I quickly added. "Let's find a place." We cast about and found a clump of bushes, not to dense for us to push though, but close enough to screen us from anyone on the path. Pee lifted her dress, revealing her white cotton knickers which had that scalloped elastic round the legs that makes them look so different from, say, a bikini bottom. I expected her to pull them down, but she looked at me and smiled. "I'm gonna pee through them," she said. Wow! "Why?" "Because it's naughty. Don't you like being naughty?" "- Er, yes, I suppose I do. But what will your mum say when you arrive home with wet, smelly knickers?" "I'll wash them in the stream, wring them out as best I can and arrive home with them damp. Who'll know?" "Me," I said, smirking. "But I trust you not to tell anyone. Here goes." She parted her feet as wide as was comfortable, her dress still held high and I watched as the crotch of her knickers darkened with her wetness, then her pee began to first drip, then stream down between her legs. I gazed, transfixed, not having watched another girl pee since little Millie pulled her little stunt for me last year. As Pee's pee slowed to a trickle, I looked up and saw how excited she was. She was just loving it. When she was empty, she pulled a handkerchief that was tucked into her sleeve, dragged her knickers down to her knees, wiped herself, but didn't pull her knickers back up. It was obvious she liked showing her pee-pee off to me. I gazed at it, my excitement building. "Your turn now, Misty." I hoisted my dress and parted my feet, to keep my socks and sandals dry. Her gaze made my tummy churn. At first, nothing happened. Oh, no, was I empty? "Just relax and let it happen," she said and sure enough, a few seconds later my pee was soaking my knickers and pouring down on to the leaf litter. She squatted right in front of me, almost close enough to get splashed, staring hard at my wet knickers. Her eyes grew huge and her breathing quickened. I wanted to stand there forever, letting her watch but all too soon my stream became a trickle, then a drip and I was empty. I pulled my knickers down to my knees and took her proffered hanky to wipe myself. To my amazement, when I handed it back to her, she sniffed it, then tucked it back in her sleeve. "Let's take `em off and rinse them," she said, carefully lifting one foot at a time through the leg holes of her knickers, then watched me as I followed suit. We found a group of rocks at the stream edge which gave us access so we could wash our pee-soaked undies. We wrung them out and flapped them to rid them of as much water as we could. Bandit came bounding out of the trees and ran right up to Pee, pushing his nose up her skirt. I laughed and Pee grinned. "Does he like pee, too?" "He likes dogs' pee, but I never knew he'd like ours." We put our knickers back on, smoothed our dresses down and headed back to the village. The clean wetness under our dresses was deliciously cool. "Don't tell anyone about this," Pee pleaded. "We'd be the laughing stock of the school." "I promise," I told her, as we went our separate ways. I've kept that promise until now. I'm sure she'll forgive me if she reads this. ___________________ When I was twelve I discovered that I liked beer. Not many kids do; it's an acquired taste, but my Uncle Mike, who to me was like a God, would bring a six pack whenever he visited and would offer me a sip from his glass as long as my parents didn't catch us. I pretended to enjoy it, just to impress him but after a while I actually grew to like it. One evening, I was invited to a sleep over at the house of a friend whose parents were away for the weekend. There were three of us: Marcy who was a year older, Janice, age fourteen who was hosting the party and me, and we discovered that there were several dozen bottles of ale in the fridge. I grabbed one of them and popped it and took a good chug. "What's it like?" Marcy asked. "Beer tastes like pee," said Janice. "I tried it once." "I kinda like it," I told them, explaining about Uncle Mike's generosity, which gave the impression that I was sophisticated, I thought. "How do you know it tastes like pee?" Marcy asked. "Have you ever drunk pee?" There was a short, telling pause. "As it happens, I have," she eventually admitted, with a smug smile on her face. We looked at her incredulously. "No shit!" Marcy said. "Where and when and whose was it?" "Remember Ginny Johnson who was expelled from the fifth form?" "I remember her," I said. "She was gorgeous. Everyone had a crush on her, including me for a short while. Why was she expelled?" "No one knows for sure, but the rumour was she was fingering some of the first formers." "So she WAS gay, then," said Marcy. "I always wondered." "Well I had a huge crush on her, so when she invited me to sleep over with a couple of other girls I jumped at the chance. Her parents had left their liquor cabinet unlocked and we stole a bottle of sherry and we didn't actually get drunk, but we were pretty buzzed. At one point, when we were in the bathroom cleaning our teeth, Ginny needed to pee so she did, right there in front of us all. We were fascinated when she pulled her knickers down and sat on the loo. We had a chance to look at her pussy which I'd been wanting to do for months. For some reason, one of wondered what pee tasted like, so she took the toothbrush mug, held it between her legs and filled it with pee. We were all giggling like crazy as she held it to her lips and took a sip. `What's it like?' I asked. `Delicious!' she affirmed, though I later discovered she was lying just to impress us. `Here, Janice, you try it.' I was so anxious to impress her that I took a drink; not just a sip but a mouthful. I smiled, pretending it was fine, but actually it wasn't at all pleasant. If I'd been cold sober, I'd have spat it out, but being carefree, I swallowed it." "Ugh!" said Marcy. "And I've tasted beer, so I know they're almost the same." "I love beer," I said, taking a gulp from my bottle." "You should drink pee, then. Misty," said Janice, "it's a lot cheaper." We laughed. "You could drink mine, it's free." "I dare you!" Marcy cried. I thought about it. I had, in fact, had a small sip of my own pee some years earlier and truth to tell, it wasn't really that bad, and now that I had a taste for beer, perhaps pee might be okay. "Alright," I said. "I'll drink some." "How much?" Marcy asked. "And whose?" Janice said, "not your own. That doesn't count." "Both of you, a wine glass full." They crowed with delight. "I bet you won't finish it," Janice challenged. "Bet you I will," I countered. "When we go to bed, let's take a shower together and you can both pee into a glass and I'll chug it down." It wasn't so much that I was eager to drink pee. I was more interested in getting naked with these two older girls, looking at their pussy and perhaps -- well -- anything might happen. At bedtime, I'd drunk another bottle of beer and the sherry was half empty and we were all pretty silly, giggling at the slightest excuse. We went up to Janice's bedroom and I watched as my friends undressed each other. "We're pretending to be lesbians they explained," unaware that I had already decided I was gay. Their bodies were nicely developed both with nice boobs and wisps of pubic hair. I undressed, and they gazed at my flat chest and bald mound. "You'll have nice titties soon, Misty," Janice reassured me. "Now let's go into the bathroom and you can win or lose your bet." Sitting on the loo, Janice held a wine glass between her legs and half filled it with pee, then Marcy did the same. She handed it to me and I made a show of holding it up to the light, then swirling it around and sniffing it, like I've seen people do with wine, then I took a mouthful and swallowed it. "Oh, my God, she's actually drinking it!" Marcy cried. "Unbelievable!" Janice muttered. To be honest, the taste was not at all unlike beer, so I took another mouthful, then polished it off and licked my lips. "Delicious!" I pronounced. "Okay, Misty," said Janice, "you win the bet. I'm quite impressed. I'd never have done it." "Me neither," said Marcy. We showered, lathering each other's bodies, and Janice let me soap her boobs, but when I tried to lather between her legs, she pushed my hand away. We toweled off and got into Janice's bed, lying close to each other, but nothing sexual happened. When Janice's parents came home and discovered the missing booze we were in trouble, but they never found out that I'd drunk a glass of pee. __________________________ I fell in love when I was thirteen. My Mum decided it would be good for me to learn to play the piano, so she found a teacher who lived nearby, a Miss Josephine Gray. My first lesson was on a Friday after school and I turned up at her house in my school uniform, a pink gingham dress with a white collar and cuffs, beneath which I wore my customary white cotton knickers. She was tastefully dressed in a flared skirt and a translucent silk blouse, a lacy bra showing beneath. She reeked of class and I immediately warmed to her. "Call me Jo," she said, shaking my hand. Her touch was like electricity. We sat on the long piano stool, our hips touching as she showed me the basics. It was hard to concentrate but I managed to show that I had at least a little talent. After the lesson, she made me a mug of hot chocolate and I sat on her couch drinking it as she sat opposite me, so I took a chance and let her look up my dress, pretending that it was all just carelessness on my part. She stared at me, definitely interested in my underwear. I leaned back, spreading my thighs just a little more, to encourage her, pretending not to care as she pretended not to look. I took my sweet time drinking the chocolate, enjoying her gaze and when I'd finished, I asked her if I could use her bathroom. "Of course, my dear, use the downstairs one just off the hall." To my delight, she followed me and I went in, leaving the door wide open. She stood in the doorway. Standing with my back to the loo, I lifted my dress and bunched it round my waist. Jo stepped into the room, staring at me as I slowly slid my knickers down until my cunt was exposed. (I'd started calling it that after being ridiculed by a friend for referring to it as my "pee-pee".) I paused to hitch my dress higher so my belly button was exposed, then pulled my knickers to my knees. Jo's gaze was riveted on me and I was feeling a warm tingle in my cunt. I sat and let my knickers fall to my ankles, then spread my legs wide, smiling at her to let her know I didn't mind her watching. In fact, my heart was racing. I sat, not peeing, just waiting. "Sometimes it just won't come," I explained, leaning back to give her a better view. I'd shaved my newly grown pubic hair off so my mound was as smooth as an egg. "Are you nervous?" she asked. "No, just a little excited." "Excited? Why?" "You might find this a little weird," I explained, "but I kinda like peeing. It's fun, especially if I let my girl friends watch." There, I'd said it. Her face lit up. "Oh, my darling Misty!" she gushed. "You've no idea how thrilled I am to hear that. I just LOVE to watch little girls peeing. It's a fetish of mine." As I let my bladder go, she dropped to her knees, leaning in close, her face just inches from where my stream poured into the bowl with a lovely tinkling sound. "My God, what a lovely vision," she croaked. "I've never seen anything so thrilling. You're adorable, Misty. I could fall in love with you." Oh, what joy! In little more than an hour, I'd recruited a lovely lady who actually enjoyed watching what I so loved to flaunt and I was going to do it once a week for who knows how long. I shut off my flow, just to prolong my performance, waited a few seconds as her gaze bored into my cunt, then peed again. She put her finger into my stream and sucked on it. I laughed. "I even like the taste of it," she confessed. Finally I was empty and I bunched up some toilet paper and wiped myself. "That was lovely, Misty. You just make me very happy." I felt pretty happy myself. Unable to stretch out the adventure any longer, I pulled my knickers up to mid thigh, stood and moved away from the toilet. "Do you mind if I pee?" she asked. My heart skipped a beat. "Not at all, in fact I want to watch YOU." She looked like she'd just won the lottery. I left my dress hoisted and my knickers down as she backed to the bowl and lifted her own skirt. Beneath it she had on a pair of vivid turquoise satin briefs with white lace round the edges. OH!" I cried "I just LOVE your knickers!" "Would you like to pull them down?" In a flash I was on my knees in front of her, sliding them down to reveal her cleanly shaven cunt, with large, floppy lips. Her knickers fell to her ankles and she sat down, spreading her legs even wider than I had. "Your cunt is so beautiful," I murmured, gazing at it, my heart pounding. "I hope mine will look like that soon." "Look, Misty, look at me! Watch me pee. Here we go." Her stream shot out into the bowl and I inhaled its unique aroma, the scent I loved so much. My tummy churned with excitement as I watched her shameless exhibition, until her stream fell to a trickle then stopped. She wiped herself and we stood. For a moment, we gazed at each other's cunts, then pulled our knickers back up and let our skirts fall. "Oh, my darling Misty, how I love to watch little girls pee. We'll do this every week, okay?" The following week, she let me use her shower, watching me undress, then took her own clothes off and joined me. She lay in the tub and let me pee on her tits and cunt. The week after, it was she who peed on me. It was a lot more fun than playing the piano. _____________________ Years have gone by and I've become a total piss freak, totally into golden showers. I go into gay bars, looking for girls who'll pee on me. I like to kneel naked in a shower as my date pees on my face and into my open mouth I wallow every single drop. I'm always on the lookout for a young girl, preferably a preteen, who'll let me watch her pee, but so far, I haven't had any luck, but I live in hope. Somewhere out there is a little girl peeing though her knickers, letting someone watch. I wish her all the very best. The end.