I've done it a few times, though not always with the same goals in mind.  The first time was on one of my high school girlfriends. We were in the shower after sex and I wanted to clear out whatever cum was left in my urethra, so naturally I peed it out. As she watched I encouraged her to join in. Assuring her it was ok to leave her mark in my shower. I stopped mid-stream then aimed my cock at her like a pistol. "Hands up or I'll shoot!"  "Please, don't shoot!" She pleaded, in a high-pitched cartoon voice throwing her hands up.   "Too late" I answered, sending my stream back and forth across the surface of her belly. "Noooo, please don't pee on me," she begged cartoonishly.  I pointed my stream down and finished in the tub, trying to nonchalantly coax her into doing the same. While at the same time trying not reveal how badly I wanted to see her do it. "I don't have to go right now." She answered matter of factly.  "Don't worry. You can get me back next time if you want." I reassured her awkwardly. A memory which makes cringe so hard all these years later.  That was my first attempt at testing the waters on a partner. However, it was clear over our next few showers that she wasn't into it. She didn't even comment on my next few nonchalant shower pees.  My motivation was that I was in love and desperately attracted to her sexually. I believed there was a chance that we would get to a point where I revealed my fetish to her. Peeing in front of and on her was kind of like a soft reveal. She was more experimental and had a higher sex drive than I did (which is saying a lot considering I was a teenage boy). Therefore, getting to a point where she was open to peeing on me in the shower didn't seem completely unrealistic. But we broke up not long after that. In retrospect I'm extremely glad I didn't reveal my fetish to her.  There was another time around that same era that I'm not proud of. Where I almost peed on a different girl. The only thing that stopped me was not having any liquid in the tank. In that case it was motivated by contempt. However, that story might violate the rules so I've decided to edit it out of this response.       

I'm having a rather boring weekend so I managed to crank out my second story in two weeks in just a few hours (please also read High School Teacher Needs To Piss During Field Trip). This is definitely not my best writing (I feel like I say that a lot) but it's still nice to get something done. This is also yet another attractive-female-coworker-needs-to-piss story and is quite similar to this story I wrote previously. I do imagine a few readers of my stories may be starting to realize that all my stories are pretty much just variations on the exact same story, but it's what I enjoy writing and the formula seems to still get a pretty good reception around here. Contains the usual dose of graphic descriptions of female public-ish urination. *** This story takes place just a few weeks ago. I work at the Dallas office of a major American consulting company and had been sent out to do a seminar on conflict resolution techniques for an upstart tech company located in Fort Worth. Teaching conflict resolution is mostly just teaching common sense but I get paid pretty well to do it regardless. Accompanying me to deliver the seminar was Mackenzie, a conflict resolution specialist who had joined the team a few months earlier. Mackenzie was twenty-six and a year younger than me, professional, and absolutely stunning. Perhaps because she and I were among the only employees at our office younger than thirty, Mackenzie and I got along well and had become friends almost immediately. I had thought a lot about asking her out on a date over the past few months but was also reluctant to potentially jeopardize the one workplace relationship I genuinely come to value. Anyways, Mackenzie and I arrive at our downtown Dallas office early and sign a company car out to get us to the tech company’s office in Fort Worth. I drive while Mackenzie sits in the vehicle’s passenger seat and drinks from a comically oversized coffee mug. Traffic is slow and it takes the two of us a substantial amount time just to make it to the highway. Mackenzie begins the car trip in her typically chatty manner. However, as time passes, she becomes quieter and quieter and her face gradually assumes a discomforted expression. I also notice Mackenzie continually crossing and uncrossing her legs and see her biting down on her lip every time I need to apply the car’s brakes. Also taking into account the coffee mug, it is more than apparent to me that Mackenzie needs to use a toilet. We are just getting out of West Dallas when Mackenzie confirms my suspicions. “Jonathan – I need to go pee,” Mackenzie moans from between gritted teeth. “I really need to go pee.” I offer to take the next exit and find a fast food place that Mackenzie could use. I figure it will still be twenty minutes or so until we arrive at our destination. Mackenzie responds with a pained shake of her head. “I think I can hold it,” she responds, voice wavering just slightly. “But please try and hurry.” Ultimately, it takes us just over half an hour to arrive in Fort Worth. By this time Mackenzie has lost all sense of propriety. She has turned ghost white and has one hand pressed between her legs. Occasionally she is possessed by a violent shiver. Driving faster than I should, I find a parking garage more-or-less adjacent to the tech company’s warehouse building office and screech violently into the first parking spot I am able to find. I rush towards a ticketing machine in the far corner of the parking garage while Mackenzie, moving shockingly fast in stiletto heels, follows a few paces behind. I’m just starting to key in the stall number into the ticketing machine when Mackenzie rushes past me so that she is behind a sandwich board displaying the various parking fees and rates. Once there, Mackenzie yanks up the hem of her business skirt so that it is around her waist. “I can’t wait any longer!” Mackenzie blurts out. “I need to go pee right now.” I immediately find it impossible to keep concentrated on the ticketing machine and my eyes can do nothing other than stare at my bursting coworker. Beneath the skirt, Mackenzie is wearing a pair of thong panties made from a delicate celadon-coloured lace. The thong barely does anything to cover Mackenzie’s sizeable rear and I find myself focused the overstretched fragment of lace Mackenzie has wedged up between her ass cheeks. Mackenzie notices me looking and responds only by blushing. Obviously unable to wait another a moment, Mackenzie goes on to peel her thong down to her knees and spreads her legs apart. Mackenzie faces directly towards me and offers me a perfect view of her twenty-six-year-old cunt. At this point, I give up any pretence of still attempting to use the ticket machine. Mackenzie is entirely shaved except for a little square of dark brown pubic hair and her cunt appears tight and slightly flushed. It’s an irresistible display. Mackenzie doesn’t even manage to entirely get down into a low squat before her cunt opens up and a gush of urine explodes out from between her labia. Piss floods across the parking garage’s concrete surfacing and splatters against the sandwich board that Mackenzie is using for cover. Mackenzie hardly seems concerned by the mess. “Oh - I needed that so badly,” Mackenzie gasps. “I haven’t gone for hours.” Her voice is all but drowned out by the sounds of her piss splattering against the ground. Mackenzie goes on pissing and pissing and pissing. On several occasions, the conflict resolution expert stops urinating for a few moments, reestablishes her footing, and returns to a low squat to release more piss. Mackenzie’s labia open farther and farther apart as the she continues relieving herself and her piss stream gets messier and more diffuse the longer she continues urinating. After half a minute, Mackenzie’s cunt is gaping open and her piss is coming out in an entirely uncontrolled spray. Eventually Mackenzie’s piss stream does begin to wane away. Mackenzie continues to squat and let it dribble out from her cunt for a few seconds before releasing two final squirts of piss. She then retrieves a tissue out from her purse and uses it to quickly wipe her cunt. Mackenzie directs an embarrassed smile towards me as she pulls up her thong and straightens out her skirt. “You have no idea how badly I had to go,” she explains. “It could have been a disaster if I’d waited any longer.” I respond with an unbothered shrug and finish the process of paying for the parking permit. It occurs to me that I am definitely going to ask Mackenzie out on that date. *** You can find all my other stories on my profile page here.

Yeah that's definitely something I have enjoyed about living in my own apartment by myself--I can just try almost anything anytime without worrying that someone else might notice and find it weird. Want to stand in the bathtub in full clothing and drench it--I can go right ahead, when I feel I have a lot of pee in me, without wondering whether leaving my wet clothes on the floor will make it smell so a roommate (or family member, if living with them) will notice. The idea about putting towels down on the furniture is a good one. Maybe even put some plastic under the towel--though maybe that makes it feel less authentic. I once tried putting a condom on to catch most of the pee, and a towel underneath to catch the rest if it slipped off, and then just didn't make an effort to hold my pee in, so as soon as my bladder got the urge I let it out. There's not something quite like that for a woman but I'm sure you can figure something out where you can have a similar experience of peeing freely. Even if you can pee naughty places while living with others, you can't get that total relaxation when you don't have your own space.

Ah man these old ones are good.  You are very talented @wetwulf.

As an adult I never get them. I have vague recollections, when reading descriptions of them, that I MIGHT have gotten them when younger, when relaxed sitting down (I always sat down to pee for much of my life).