I discovered my joy for watching women pee at an early age (probably 7 or 8) when my mother's friend Diane went on a 5 hour road trip with us for the weekend. This was in the '70s and she had a thing for drinking Tab, one after another. We had to stop several times, whenever there were rest stops on the highway, because she didn't want to pee in the desert. On the way home, we stopped at a rest stop that only amounted to one bathroom about 5 feet by 4, with a single-toilet that faced the door.
While we all waited in line to pee, Diane was first into the bathroom. There was a gap in the door jamb and I could see Diane push her jeans down and slide her panties to her knees, revealing her gorgeous bush. My mom and sister were standing right behind me talking, oblivious to the show my young self was enjoying. It was almost 40 years ago and I can remember the different shades of blue - both light and royal - and a little bit of purple on those panties. It set me up for a lifelong pursuit of seeing other women peeing and I've been very lucky to see dozens if not hundreds.
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