I have had myriad of pee sightings while growing up in India some of them I can still vividly recall after forty odd years or so. At fifteen I moved to US and my quest for watching peeing women continued.
Let me start with what got me into peeing in the first place and then I will continue with more anecdotes from past and present.
Everyone has a first one and its always the one that gets them going into this hobby. For me apart from admiring the female form with its intricacies and complexities its a woman peeing that has fascinated me. Her vulnerability, her inadvertent exposure, her effort to conceal and then final surrender to relief and dropping of inhibitions all lead up to an exciting depiction.
It was a sunny winter afternoon and I had gone to a boring picnic with my parents at a site that had a ancient fort. The area in itself was over a small hill with huge grassy field which had some sparse bushes in the middle. The bushes had no leaves being winter and were medium in height. As the day progressed the adults were involved in themselves and after lunch all seemed to doze off for afternoon siesta. Even though it was a picnic area there were no facilities around except for a restaurant that was in the parking lot below the hill. It was a long walk back to the lot. I decided to take a stroll around as there was nothing else for me to do. Apart from our family there were few others scattered around but what caught my attention was a group that was sitting on the other side from us beyond the bushes.
The reason it got my notice was because there was a young girl who appeared to be newly married who was playing around with another female who probably appeared to be her relative. She was a stunner to look at and even from distance I could make out her fair skin, her long hair tied in a single braid. She was running around playing catch with the other woman while her big tits juggled around in her dress. For dress she was wearing a Indian attire that comprises of a loose chemise like top called Kameez and baggy pajama bottoms called salwaar. It was bright red in color and from her bangles I could make out she was recently married.
In her case the males were also dozing off so she like me was killing her boredom. After the running stopped the other woman sat down but this girl remained standing. I noticed she was asking something to the other woman who then looked around. First she pointed the parking lot and then she turned around and pointed her towards the sparse bushes.
The girl turned around to look and began to walk slowly, at this point my mind was trying to decide exactly what she would do. I was aware that she was looking for place to pee but the bushes were just not the right place as they literally offered absolutely zero privacy except for namesake. The bushes were uphill to where I was around forty odd feet from me. The girl finally neared the bushes and then looked back once again. Then slowly she walked to our side of the bushes and gingerly eased herself in. At this stage she was totally visible to anyone in our side and am sure on her side as well. However most were dozing and missing out on a great sighting. The woman quickly lifted up her top over her belly. Knowing well what she is up to I decided I would let her squat and then do a casual walk by. Till now I had seen other women peeing so this wasn't my first. From female relatives to laborers and rural women. However this woman was different, she was young and very pretty and the outdoor setting couldn't be better.
The woman was now tugging at the drawstrings of her bottoms while she held her top anchored under her chin. I had a straight line of sight to her with no obstacles in between. Only the leaf less hedges did some level of obstruction. Suddenly I saw her bottoms being lowered down while she leaned forward. She remained in that position for a while as she adjusted lowers. In broad daylight the girl was basically bottomless. From distance I could make out her well formed milky white thighs and in between a dark triangular patch of hair. My heart raced up at the sight of her bush. This was late seventies and she was unshaven as was the norm. Finally she slowly lowered herself into a squat with her legs spread wide. Even though she was partly covered with the branches of the hedges I could make out pee stream falling in the dry ground there.
This was my cue that I was waiting for. I slowly got up and took a quick look to see that everyone around me were still dozing off. I quickly began to walk up the small hill toward the bushes.By now I was around twenty odd feet from her and now I could make out her feet from the bottom of the hedges. In broad daylight I was now facing the fully exposed genital of a beautiful young woman.
I had seen pussy before but never in this detail. The woman was still busy looking down at stream and that gave me a good chance to look. I now was around less than ten feet and I could see every detail of the source of the golden stream that was flowing in a mini rivulet down the hill. There was profusion of curly jet black hair all around from the inner thighs and covering her big fleshy labia. The outer lips were well parted revealing dark pink well formed inner lips, the image that still is vividly etched on my mind. The inner lips were protruding outward in a petal like curl. A thick stream of pee was coming out from her pee hole right below her well formed clit. If anyone wanted a real lesson on female genitals, this was the right way. I also noticed her dark wrinkled anus with hair covering the opening. I was around no more than five feet from her when she finally looked up. My heart skipped a beat when our eyes met but she remained expressionless and looked away.
Probably my age didn't intimidate her but there was no privacy as well as anyone else passing by would have seen what I saw that day. I quickly walked away from there and joined my parents.
Later that day before they left both the women came to the same spot to pee. However I remained seated with my parents as they were awake. Also other members of the girl's family were up and packing up. First the other girl went inside. She was not much of a looker so my interest was not that high. Also she faced with her back toward us and exposed her flat ass and peed. However I got one last bonus of sorts from the pretty woman. She was in a hurry to pee so instead of waiting for her she just walked in front of the hedges to gain some privacy form her own family members.
This however left her totally exposed to anyone on our side. This time in typical Indian manner she covered her head with the piece of cloth thats the part of the dress. This is typical here for women who need to expose themselves. They usually cover their face or head in an act of modesty show
Now even from a distance of forty feet with us being downhill and with sunlight subduing in evening I had a clear view of her. She squatted while simultaneously pulling her dress down. Her legs were spread wide and soon thick multiple streams of messy pee began to trickle down the dried grass.
As I was enjoying the view I noticed my mom had witnessed that and she just shook her head grumbled about lack of facilities. My dad just shrugged and told her that if you need to go, you go. Its a natural act and all have long drive back to the city. In my mind I was thanking the girl for the excellent show that remains in all its vivid details fifty years after it happened.