I've been curious about how girls pee since my sister was little, but I never got to really see anything. But sometimes things happen that live in my imagination and turn me on forever...
I live just a little south of San Francisco, and of course that's a very liberal city. I've always been too "uptight" to take advantage of it, especially since I'm totally faithfully married to a rather prudish woman. But I have always been curious about girls' bodies and particularly about what happens "down there". One day, I got the chance of a lifetime, in that regard.
It was the workup to one of George Bush's wars, and I was on my way to a protest in the City. I took the train (parking is impossible at best, and that day it was going to be worse.) The CalTrain was as crowded as it could possibly be, it seemed, and there were a number of stops, and this particular train seemed not to have any restrooms. So I held it. No prob.
We got to the San Francisco station, and everyone headed for the exits, quite a number of us then headed to the restrooms. As usual, the women's room had a long, long line, and the men's scarcely any line at all. I was near the front of the line for the urinals, and a girl came to the entrance. She said (approximately the exact words have been rearranged in my memory) "Hey, guys, I've got a problem. I've really gotta pee and the line for the women's is really long. Does anyone mind if I cut the line?" The general reply was like "Naah, no prob." She stepped up very close to one of the urinals, facing it, hootched up her short skirt, fiddled around a bit with her "down there" and peed. Very neatly and competently, as far as I could tell. Not a drop spilled. She neatened up a bit, said "thanks, guys" and headed out the door. Some of the men asked "That was really a guy, wasn't it?" (Remember, the city was well known for transvestites, too) but I was pretty sure it was a girl. She was out and gone toward Market Street before I could finish and follow.
But I have wondered ever since what was happening behind that carefully concealing skirt. Could I have asked her what it was like peeing in clear sight of a dozen men if I'd caught her? Was she turned on, to be doing it in front of all those guys? was she wet from something other than pee? What did it look like?
I've been fantasizing about that girl as I masturbated, for years. I have a dozen stories that I tell myself, and they are some of the best ones I have. The fantasies are probably better than any real stories I could have learned, if I'd had the chance.