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Wet Discovery
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Subject: Story - Wet discoveries on a Holiday
Followup-To: alt.sex.fetish.watersports
Date: Sat Mar 11 08:06:53 1995
I have just returned from a vacation that when it started I thought was
going to be the most embarrassing time of my life, but soon discovered
that it was not embarrassing at all. I also learn something that was
initially rather shocking about my best friend, who I thought I knew
very well. Actually, it was this which transformed the vacation from a
potential disaster to the most enjoyable I have ever had.
My best friend, Billy, and I have just graduated from college and took
this vacation together before parting to start work on opposite sides of
the country. I first met Billy when we started High School together, and
she soon became my best friend. After this, we both went to the same
college and studied the same classes. I am sure that you can imagine my
shock at not only discovering that a woman can pee standing up like a
man, but that my best friend has been doing so for years. Billy and I
must have peed in adjacent stalls many hundreds of times, and I had no
idea that she was not either sitting on the seat or crouching over it
(depending on the location and cleanliness of the bathroom), as I did
and assumed that all other women did. Anyway, I am getting too far
ahead, so back to the vacation.
In hindsight, the first indication of the later problems was at the
main airport. I had heard of the eastern style squatting toilets, but
had never before seen one. In the airport Ladies room, there were both
western style pedestal "sitting" toilets and the eastern style "Hole in
the floor" squatting ones. As we went through the door there were rows
of stalls against both the left and right hand walls. Those to the left
were sitting and those to the right squatting ones. As I was in front, I
entered the second stall on the left, expecting Billy to enter the
adjacent one. However, as I was turning round to close the door, I saw
Billy entering the stall opposite me. She had never done this before.
When we use a restroom together we normally use adjacent stalls unless
it so busy that there is a line and we have to take the first available
stall. I knew that it was likely that we would find ourselves in
situations where we had to use a squatting toilet, but to be honest I
wanted to put off that if at all possible. Thinking back on it, it seems
very silly. There I was in a most unnatural posture, peeing from a
position as though I was sitting on an imaginary seat about an inch
above the real toilet seat, when just opposite were toilets designed to
be used in the much more natural squatting position. Before we started
the vacation, I guessed that I might have to use a squatting toilet, but
wanted to stick to the familiar sort wherever possible.
After a three hour internal flight, we arrived at a small provincial
airport. It was so small that there was only one stall in the ladies
room, and this contained a squatting toilet. As I thought that we were
quite close to the hotel and I didn't really need to go, I just adjusted
my face whilst Billy used the stall. In hindsight, I should have used
the bathroom at the airport, as it was much better than the facilities
in our hotel room.
Unfortunately a building fire caused traffic chaos on the way to the
hotel. So, by the time we arrived I needed the bathroom rather urgently.
Luckily the check in didn't take long, and we were given our room key
and told it was on the sixth floor. I looked around the lobby to see if
there was a ladies room that I could use, but couldn't see one. The
elevator seemed to take forever, but at last we arrived and Billy opened
the room door. We had booked a room with a shower, so I assumed that
like a western hotel that we would have a separate bathroom containing a
shower, John and sink. As Billy opened the door, I was surprised to see
a wash basin against the wall directly in front of the door, as I would
have expected this to be in the bathroom. Anyway, the bathroom was what
I needed, but I couldn't see another door in the room. Instead, in one
corner was an area about four foot by five foot screened off by a
partition. This didn't look large enough to contain the facilities that
I expected of a bathroom, but I just had to check.
Behind the screen was what looked at first sight to just be a shower,
albeit a rather strange one. Almost in the corner of the room was a hole
in the floor about five inches in diameter. Then running along the floor
against the screening wall was a gutter which ran into the next room
through the dividing wall. The shower head was mounted on a bracket
which held it about eighteen inches off the screen wall and pointed it
back at the wall. The tiled floor gently sloped towards the gutter.
Against the dividing wall to the next room was a faucet about a foot off
the ground. The one thing I could not see was the thing I needed most, a
toilet.
"Billy! I badly need to go to the bathroom, but can't see a toilet
anywhere. Did you see a bathroom on our way here?"
"Sam, I think you ought to come and read the notice on the back of the
door. It would seem that if you have looked behind the screen, that you
have already found the toilet. I had heard that in some places, you have
to pee and crap in different places, but didn't expect to find such a
thing in a hotel."
I went into the room, and read the notice on the back of the door. This
was written in a number of languages, including English. As well as the
'normal' bits about fire safety and guest's valuables, it said:-
IMPORTANT: Correct Use of the TOILET
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This hotel is not connected to a water-borne sewerage system. Therefore,
solid and liquid waste have to be collected and treated separately. The
urinal is combined with the shower unit. ALL liquid waste, both urine
and any other water based liquids (eg excess drinks) MUST be deposited
into the urinal gutter. Liquids MUST NOT be deposited into the squat
hole.
"Billy, does that mean that we have piss in the shower? I am not sure
that I like the idea of having to stand in the shower in the same place
as we have peed."
As I was saying this, we both went to look again at the 'bathroom'. On
seeing it, Billy said.
"Ahhh. Well Sam, I don't think we will have to shower in our own piss.
Would you like me to show you how?"
I had to think about this for a few moments. I had a dilemma to resolve.
Like most women, I considered peeing a private activity and had never
watched another woman peeing. Yet, I really didn't like the idea of
peeing onto the same floor as I would use when showering. So, I agreed
and asked Billy to show me.
We went back into bedroom and Billy started removing her jeans and
panties.
"OK Sam. This is easier to do in a short skirt, and can even be done
without removing your jeans, once you get more practice. But, I will
remove my jeans and panties so that you can see what I am doing. If you
are going to try it, I would recommend that you also take off your shoes
and sock, to avoid getting them wet if you have problems."
As I was almost bursting, I removed my clothes and followed Billy into
the 'bathroom'. She stood in front of the 'urinal wall' with her feet
about 2 foot apart. Then she parted her pussy lips with her hands, and
pushing her crotch slightly forward let fly with a strong golden stream
which made a slight arc before hitting the wall. I could hardly believe
my eyes. Here was my best friend, standing, pissing against the wall
like a man.
I was so desperate that once I had seen what Billy was doing, I stood
next to her, and tried to emulate what she had done. Initially, I found
it difficult to start peeing, both because I was standing and because
Billy was also there. Yet, soon the urgent need overcame my inhibitions
and a feeble stream of piss started coming from my crotch. Unfortunately
this didn't have much power, so it just fell to the floor between my
legs. On seeing this, Billy told me for try to force it out harder. I
tried this, and soon I was sending a arc of piss towards the wall and
gutter. My control was not as good as Billy's, so the stream wandered
somewhat, sometimes hitting the wall, sometimes going into the gutter
and sometimes landing on the floor. Even though most of me pee was going
in the right direction, some of it was just 'leaking' from my crotch and
falling to the floor between my legs. My bladder was so full, that I
thought I was never going to stop pissing. After I had finished, we
stood out of the way and turned on the 'flush', which sent a stream of
water from the shower head against the wall, washing our pee along the
gutter.
"Well Sam. That wasn't too bad was it. I am sure that with practice you
will find peeing standing up to be as natural as sitting on the toilet.
I think that this would be a good time to confess to you that I never
sit on the toilet to pee. I have peed standing up, even in normal
toilets, for years."
I found this rather a shock. Having seen Billy in action, I had to agree
that this was better than sitting on a dirty toilet seat, and easier
than the awkward 'trick' of sitting above the seat to avoid contact with
it.
By the end of the vacation, my pee control had improved considerably. I
am still not as good at it as Billy is, I still get the occasional drip,
but I am now converted. As long as I am wearing suitable underwear, I
can now pee through the fly of my jeans just like Billy does. This
certainly make peeing outdoors a lot easier. No longer do I have to find
bushes that provide complete cover, I only need a tree that is not in
anyone's direct view - no more cover than a man needs.
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