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for my part, I know the most of the people pee in the public pool, so why scare?

pee is steril, and the water in a public pool got big, big Filters

the sweat from all that people, and small parts of skin leave alson in the pool, and these substance are not steril.

But Ive to say, I seldom visit public pools, i like natural Lakes, and of course I love the ocean, and never in my live think a second about, to pee in the water or not, when Im in the water

and got the urge, I pee, so almost all do it.

And for all here , dont know itant to say it yet, I for my self pee very, very seldom in naughty locations(except my balcony, what is not really naughty) these part of arousal I let the girls do, I love to watch the girls do it , so more naughty , so better:cool:

Like you, I pee like a racehorse. I have a strong stream that projects forward. I have to be careful when I'm sitting on a toilet that I don't overshoot the seat and make a mess on the floor. I'll usually sit with my legs together to keep the stream going downward. Once I start, it's not going to stop until I'm done.

One of the advantages is that it's easy to pee in a standing position and not dribble down my legs.

Great for peeing in a urinal!

.........On public toilets you dont have to be carefull, easily shoot your hot nice smelly piss on floor/walls/door:wink:

What a fabulous idea!

What a fabulous idea!

You should try, sit on a chair/couch, or bed, rubbing one out, and piss all over the carpet:wink:

The most people got no idea from the most things, and certainly not from the biolgy of their bodies.....the mass of people dont want to think for it self, they do what the chief/teacher/police/Goverment say,... and what ever they hear from the upper people must be true.....they want to be leaded.....so they need leaders, so the world is partet in 99,9%% sheeps/slaves, (fictive)

and 00,1%Masters/leaders.

and its good so, because, you can see: this system runs.

No pee is NOT dirty, its steril, and it contains pheromones,.....its healthy for the skin, against different Deseases, when you go to the doctor because that, he give you pig urine extract, you have to mix it up in the bathtube with water and lay yourself in for 15 Minutes... So think it would be better, to bath in my own urine, but the swine urine..

but, yes people know nothing, and from that a lot, and its good so.

very good story, I think this girl soon enjoy to pee everywhere, but the toilet:cool:

Not onto the floor, no. It would feel too wrong.

.....but horny....when your hot nice smelly piss splattering on the carpet........and the carpet soaks it hungry in, isnt it horny ?

I think you are wrong. :whistling:

oooh yes shure, ... and the earth is a disk:laugh:

Making a mess where other people have to clean it up isn't a very nice thing to do. :frown:

I think so youre a girl would never admit, have done it when ever got the chance, like almost all girls....:wink:

Target is a department Store...

..Ooh, I dont know that, sorry, in germany are no "Target" stores.

Target

Target, where you working? Police? Military? secret service?

Whatever, Im Glad these girls got also fun with naughty peeing :wink:

I'm home alone for a few days and need new ways to pee that aren't hard to clean up and that my roommate won't ever know about. Right now I'm sitting on a towel about to burst but I like to have some fun with it.

carpet, before your roommate arrives Vorwerk Kobosan Powder 1. massage in the carpet with the Vorwerk Fresher, 2. wait a few hours 3. vacuum with vorwerk Kobold or Tiger(they got a rotating carpet brush, like kirby, take the dirty powder out the carpet)

When you dont get these items simply spray frebreze on the carpet:wink:

for me : yes I will encourage nice, cute slim girls to do naughty pissing actions, in real life......so for some people Im a swine ,... doesnt matter i can live with it, but I notice these special man here (mega..)

got every time a answer when I post to a tread of naughty peeing, .....and make it mad.

I dont want to judge him, the translation of his user name is absolutly correct, but he is judging naughty peeing.

I for myself dont pee in naughty places, (except sometimes my balcony).. I like to watch, hear, read about, nice , cute slim girls do it.

so please all girls are nice, cute and slim, GO FOR IT !!!:wink:

German translatation for : " Megapoop Tech" = "Technischer Riesen Scheiß Haufen" :biggrin:

On the other hand when it's not involving a lack of consent, it's as interesting as any part of this kink. Some examples:

• Anywhere on your own personal property. If you're responsible for the damage, go where you want.
  
• Most places outside. Pavement, concrete, grass, even sidewalks will be washed next time it rains.
  
• A bathroom sink. They both go the same place and rinse out. Unless you're making a mess of the thing, no one else will know.
  
• A river, ocean, creek, lake, what have you. It's not the least bit harmful and animals do it too.
  

That is NOT naughty, that is usaly, Normal, but not kink, or naughty.

photography can be learned, in a offical school for that,.......BUT the REAL Photographers are talented for theses work,...... they got a EYE for, and they dont talk during the shoots(clips) understand?

..........Not like the double dumbass russian MF, are not able to hold her mouth closed.

Mine are:

Carpet/Rug

Sofa/Couch

Armchair

Table

Sink

Shower/Bath

Bed

Bathroom floor

Kitchen floor

Toilet with closed lid

Dishwasher

On somebody else

Kitchen counter

Cupboard, wardrobe or drawer

On clothing

75%

<3 :-x:-x :-X

Pros: I love nice, cute, slim girls, pee where ever they like, specialy on carpets in(semi) public places

I loved the mixed up flavour from these kind of naughty peeing girls, from musky horniess, and hot sweet nice smelly pee (NOT WHEN EATEN ASPARAGUS BEFORE !!!)

Cons: I hate guys peeing wherever, I dont like to seee, dont like to hear, dont like to read about, I dont like to see, read, hear ugly and or fat girls peeing whereever.

I also dont like it really , to see or hear, or read about nice, cute, slim girls peeing in the toilet, these girls should all pee on carpets, floor, furniture, specialy in (semi) public place,

but also these girls please DONT DO THIS when you have eaten asparagus.

I would enjoy some stories from Golden springles, when you maybe saved some of the naughty peeing stories(leaky_one) are almost unknown !

I fantasize about peeing in changing rooms too, but would feel too guilty leaving my mess for someone else to clean up. Just seems very wrong to me. Someday I hope to be out drinking an iced coffee. Go into the changing room and pee into the empty cup, and then leave it there to be found by the next on to try on clothes or by a worker. So I left the evidence but not by really damaging anything.

Go for it, nice cutie, every carpet would be glad to drink your hot nice smelly piss, go for it, soak the carpets in changingrooms, cinemas, libraries, and whereever you like ! :wink:

Do you know whats awesome? peeing in a movie theater. Not in the restroom, in the seat while watching a movie. I was in a movie theater one time, I think it was when I was 16 or 17, and I had on a blue jean skirt and some thin panties, and it is inevitable that during a movie, I needed to pee. I felt mischevious at the time and decided to pee in the seat. It was hard to do because the movie was relatively crowded and you have to wait until the dark scenes to pull your skirt up behind your butt so you dont get it wet so nobody sees you, but I did it. I remember letting it out as slow as I could, little by little in the seat. It was like I was sitting on a warm puddle that would grow and the soak in. I enjoy wetting in my panties, but it is sort of risky in public. So I pissed in the seat and it felt great. The fact that I actually did it felt better than the coldness later. Its great because your wetting your panties, and your ass is getting wet from your piss, and the seat below you, and all the while people are sitting around you and nobody knows whats going on.

Good girl ! go for it.....carpets and furniture everywhere in semy/public places are good too :-x

This was a few years back, before I had settled down, and was still traveling during my summers. I was on summer break from college and visiting a war buddy of mine I had not seen since I had gotten out of the service. I had spent a few days with him reminiscing about old times, and on that weekend he took me to a party in a nearby city that was being hosted by friends of his.

When we got there, the party was being hosted in a large house near the northern outskirts of town. The party turned out to be a much bigger affair than I expected, with almost a hundred people dancing to the DJ in the large backyard. Paranoia or preparedness prevented me from indulging in the party, and I found a corner to observe people from while I sipped some of the drinks I had brought, expecting the party to be a much smaller BYOB affair. My friend found me after about an hour, having found a girl who was into soldiers, and was informing me that he was leaving for her place. I assured him I would be able to find my way back to the guest house, or worst case scenario, had the funds for a hotel room. I made a quick check of my front pocket to make sure I still had my cab fare and my debit card there just in case, and that is when I saw it.

About 30 feet away from me there was a tall, handsome, man chatting up this gorgeous brunette in a nice crop top and a short black skirt. Apparently, things weren't going fast enough for him, because I could swear I saw him put something into her drink when he moved forward and touched her hand. I barely knew what city I was in, but there was no way I was going to let him get away with what he might be planning. In this instance, my preparedness paid off, and I grabbed a fresh beer from the pack I brought, and butted my way into their conversation.

“You look like you could use a fresh beer. Courtesy of me,” I said as I offered her an unopened beer.

“Thanks, I guess. I haven't finished this drink yet though,” her beautiful eyes looking at me with suspicion and confusion.

Her large companion didn't take kindly to my insertion into their conversation, “Hey asshole, I was talking to the lady, back the fuck off.” He started to puff up his chest and I half expected him to take off his shirt right there.

I pulled out a coaster from my wallet. “Pour some of your drink on here.”

The girl hesitantly complied. The coaster changed color to blue. “Well, look at that, says here blue indicates the presence of rohypnol. How about that, you tried to roofy her. Smile.” I pulled out my phone and took a picture of the would be date rapist. “Now, if I see any girls mysteriously passing out, this pic is going to go all over the internet, and more importantly, to the local police. So, fuck off, and don't try that shit again.”

“That was pretty cool of you.” the lovely girl said an enticing accent as we made introductions.

“If you don't want the beer, you are under no obligation to drink it, I just needed an opening.”

“No, I would love to have a drink with you. That guy was kinda cute, but something about him kinda creeped me out. Now I know. So, why do you have a case of beer with you?”

“I have ice too. In the case. I came here with a friend, thinking this was a house party, and that it would be rude to show up uninvited without a peace offering. Party crashing 101, right? Well, when I got here, it turns out that this was more of an event type party, which not really being my scene, or my sound, or do I want to pay $6 a drink, I decided to hide in the corner and people watch. Lame, I know.”

This gets a laugh from her. “Where is your friend at now?”

“Oh, he met a girl early on, and left with her, which is pretty typical of him to be honest. At least I don't have to sleep in the other room while he fucks her this time.”

“Your friend sounds like kind of an asshole.”

“Oh, he isn't kind of an asshole, he is the genuine article. I trust him with my life, but that doesn’t change the fact that he is an asshole. To be honest, I'm an asshole too. As soon as I leave this place, I'm posting that guys pic to let everyone know exactly what his game is. Best case no girl ever gives him the time of day again. Worst case scenario, he tries to find me, I beat his ass, end up in jail, and my friend has to pull out of the girl to come bail me out. So win-win.”

That gets another laugh from her. “If you want to go somewhere else, I would be game.” I can tell by the look that she is giving me that I we could go get a room right now, and she would be down for that. I'm so tempted to take her up on her offer, she is easily in the top 10 of women I have met in real life, and hey, I did protect her from a date rapist. On the other hand, I have no idea how much she had had to drink before we started talking, and we had both gone through more than two beers in the hour we had spent talking. “How about we grab a bite to eat? Soak up some of that alcohol, rehydrate, and then we don't have to yell over the DJ?” I ask reluctantly.

She gives me a warm smile, “That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

I'm personally just happy to spend more time with this enchanting lady. “This is embarrassing, but even though we have been talking for the last hour, I don’t think I caught your name. I’m (Name redacted), I didn’t catch your name?”

“Oh, no need to be embarrassed, I think in the rush of things we forgot to make proper introductions. I’m Sinna.”

As we left the area, the girl starts heading in the direction of a black BMW convertible, with the top left down. “This is his car!”

“Whose car?”

“The asshole back at the party.”

“No shit. What did you want to do?”

“I really need to pee.”

A bulge immediately starts to form in my pants. “Any way I can help?” I try to say as innocently as possible. Watching this amazing girl piss anywhere would be a dream come true. Watching her piss all over an expensive car interior? I would be lucky if I didn't blow my load right then and there. Sweet golden justice was the icing on the cake for me.

“Do you think you could lift me up over the edge?”

“Not a problem.” I'm not a small guy by any means, and back then I was still in great shape. I put both my hands around her waist and lifted her to about my chest height.

“Oh my, you are really strong. That won't work, I might pee all over you.”

“I wouldn't mind,” flashing her a naughty grin.

“Maybe after we grab that bite to eat, no? I want to get as much in the car as possible. Grab me by the thighs, would you?”

I didn't need to be asked twice. I grabbed her right leg in one hand and with a little bit of a jump on her part I grabbed the other so she was more or less spread eagle in mid air. I briefly wondered if she was just going to pull her panties to the side or pee right through them, when to my surprise I saw that she wasn't wearing any. A mischievous grin crossed her face as she directed her stream all over the dashboard and steering wheel. She paused briefly as she reached down to open up the center console, and pee all around it, while getting a fair amount inside it as well. Her stream came to a stop as she asked me to take her to the other side. She opened up the glove compartment, and in a feat of precision pissing, pissed all over the documents he was keeping in there before covering the passenger’s seat with hot, beer smelling urine. She took aim for the interior of the windshield, giving it a few quick blasts from her shaved pussy.

“Alright, move me to the back, and help me open the cover.”

We found the snaps that opened the automatic cover, allowing us to peer inside. This time she hung off my neck as she hovered above the canopy well, and peed for close to thirty seconds inside.

Watching her piss made my need all the more pressing. After she was done, I got my dick out and started to piss in his car as well.

“Can I hold it?” She asked, excitement in her eyes.

Not one to turn down a girl when she asks to hold my cock, especially one as sexy as her, I said, “By all means.”

Like a kid with a new toy, Sinna aimed my dick at every part of that car that looked even halfway dry. When we were done, I think we soaked the entire inside of that car.

“We had better leave before he comes out here,” she said with a giggle. I heartily concurred and we walked down the road a ways looking for the all night dinner I saw on the way to the party.

“Why didn't you just stand in the car and piss there instead of having me hold you?” I asked after we located the diner on my phone and had directions.

“I didn't want to have to walk in wet shoes,” was her matter of fact reply.

“Fair enough.”

“Maybe I wanted you to hold me, see what kind of man you were.”

“And what do you think?”

“I don't think you are an asshole. You seem like a decent enough guy.”

I found my phone and posted his photo on the party's facebook, with a short blurb about what he had tried to do.

“Still think I'm not an asshole?”

“I think you are trying to keep a lot of people safe.”

“Doesn’t mean I'm not an asshole. I did lie to the guy and help you piss all over his car and then pissed all over the car myself.”

“I asked you for help, and I aimed your dick for you. If anyone is an asshole here, it's me. It was my idea to piss all over his car.”

“I'll concede we are both assholes then, in our own way.”

“Fair enough.”

We got to the diner, which was only a short walk from the property the party was being hosted at. The place was nearly dead, being in the middle of the night before the bars closed, so we were able to find an isolated booth near the back so we could talk in peace. We ordered classic drunk food, burgers and fries, which are good for soaking up the booze and replacing lost electrolytes.

“So, why were you at that party in the first place?” she asks, looking at me with her big, brown eyes.

“Well, we were both in the service together, and I try to get together with my old battle buddies from time to time. Sometimes the surviving members all get together as a group, sometimes it's just a few of us, but we try to keep in touch. He had a four day weekend, and I'm on summer break from college so I road tripped it out here. Why were you there?”

“To be honest, I was looking to get laid. I would have probably fucked that guy fair and square had he not tried to drug me.”

“His loss then. Are you from around here then?”

“No, I'm just here, visiting a friend. She had just had a baby, and I stopped by to help her out and to see the baby. It's good to see her and everything, but I needed some me time, you know? I heard about the party, and figured it wouldn't be too hard to hook up there. I would normally just take care of myself, but it is so hard with a newborn that seems to wake up every time I really get into it.”

“I can imagine, what every time you find some decent porn, and just start to get into it, the baby cries.”

This gets her to laugh, “No, more like every time I'm about to cum, I get called away to something. Then I have to hide my toy, close my laptop, put on at least a shirt. And don't even think about going beyond simple toying. It's like I'm living at home with my parents again.”

“What do you like to do beyond just 'simple toying'? Are you talking like anal play, or do you like to put on a full body fursuit or something?”

“No, nothing like that. Well, I don't mind anal play now and then, but promise you won't judge me?”

“As long as you don't masturbate with the remains of small children you murdered, then no, no judgment.”

“Fair enough. I like to pee when I play.”

“That is awesome!”

“Really?”

“I've only met two girls who were actually into pee play, and both of them were already taken. And unfortunately for them, their partners in both cases weren’t. I mean, one was a lesbian, so I didn't even have a shot there, but still. I've only gotten a few girls to fool around with pee a little bit, mostly outdoors or in the shower.”

“I don't always pee play, but if given a choice between peeing and not, I would choose pee every time. There is just something that turns me on even more being covered in piss, even if it is only my own. When I'm at home, I have a special area just for pee play. I'm not so lucky when I'm away.”

“If I had a place where you could piss, I would gladly let you use it, if only I could watch the show.”

“If you are watching the show, why not join in?” she asked coyly.

“Well, it would be rude if I wasn't asked. I'm going to have to take care of something myself before too long.”

With a grin she said, “If you start jerking off here, you will get us kicked out.”

“Funny, though you are starting to tempt me. No, I need to go take a piss.”

She bit her lower lip as she asked, “Would you mind holding it for me?”

“Well, what am I going to get out of it?”

“I promise I will make it worth your while.”

Now, I generally don't hold for my own pleasure, but I can usually go several hours between breaks. Not as much when I've been drinking, especially beer. Add that on top of several glasses of Sprite, and I was starting to get pretty desperate. With no real definition of ‘worth my while’ to go with, I didn't really have much to go on, other than an extremely pretty girl who had managed to push all of my good buttons so far was asking me to. This was on top of the fact that she was openly talking about her masturbatory habits, and that was a sure sign she would be up for just about anything, as long as she had hope of getting a good hard fucking at the end of it. One of my personal rules, and an all around good rule of thumb, is don’t give people you just met control over you. In the past, this meant no S&M stuff on a one night stand. The story for how that came to be a personal rule of mine is a funny one, but I’ll save it for another time.

A small part of me still felt like I could be taking advantage of her in a compromised state, but we had stopped drinking over an hour ago, and had somewhat sobered up. Besides, there is only so much temptation a man can take, and the thought of this absolutely stunning woman of her fucking herself with who knows what while pissing all over a bed or a couch, that was the stuff of my wildest fantasies.

“Will you be holding too?” I asked, thinking the question only fair.

“Do you want me to?”

I thought about that a bit. The thought of her bouncing around desperately, begging for release, until the dam breaks and she floods herself and everything around her with hot piss. Tempting, to be sure, but I broke one of my personal rules and decided to let her have complete control, and see where it took me. What is life without risk, right?

“No, I want you to pee whenever and wherever you want to.”

“I love the sound of that, and I'm glad you said that, because I am dying to pee too.”

“I hope you aren't going to go to the restroom and leave me to my imagination.”

“The thought never even crossed my mind. Though I will wait until after we have paid the check.”

“Don't worry I've got this.” I said as I waved to get the attention of the one waitress working that night, who was chatting with someone who appeared to be a regular. About 5 minutes later we had paid the check, and she was starting to look a little desperate

“We'll just finish our drinks and then head out, if that is ok?” Sinna asked the waitress.

“Take all the time you need. Do you want any refills before I go?”

“No, we are fine, we will be leaving soon. Thank you very much.”

Having exchanged the necessary courtesies, the waitress returned to the front of the diner to talk with her regulars, none of whom were paying either of us any attention. My companion gave a quick look over her shoulder, to ensure that no one was looking this way. As we were in a rather isolated section of the diner, there wasn't even another person in line of sight. She turned back towards me, flashing a devilish grin, and casually dropped her fork on the floor. “Could you get that for me?” she asked sweetly, with just a hint of mischief in her tone.

I was intrigued at this point, and ducked under the table to retrieve the lost silver wear. Figuring I had basically been invited to covertly check out my female companion in all of her glory, I quickly focused my gaze on her spread legs. I was soon rewarded by an excellent view of the torrent of piss pouring out of her pussy and splashing nosily onto the tiled floor. She peed with force for a good fifteen seconds, and then abruptly stopped. There was a large puddle on the floor spreading outwards that faintly smelled of alcohol. I almost forgot to grab the fork she had dropped before I returned to my seat, I was so focused on committing every detail to memory for later.

There was a look of worry and extreme arousal on her face after her spectacle. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“I would put that at 2 or 3 on the list of the most awesome things I had ever seen, no joke. Though seeing you go made me need to go even worse.”

“Good,” she said, eyeing me hungrily, You still have to wait. Do you think we should try to clean that up?”

“I've got this.”

In all honesty, I would of licked her piss off the floor had she asked me, but that would raised some questions if the waitress came by. So I knocked her mostly empty glass on to the floor.

“Oops. Come on, let's get out of here.” I said, taking a $10 bill out of my pocket and leaving it on the table. I find leaving a good tip generally smoothes over most problems that can arise, and it makes people much more forgiving of a drunk and clumsy customer.

I apologized to the waitress on the way out for the spill, which she reacted to with reserved annoyance. As we walked out and by the window, we saw her take the tip we left, and that seemed to brighten her opinion of the matter as she called out the only bus boy who was working that night to grab the mop and clean it up. We called for a taxi, and spotted a nearby bench.

“So, what are your plans for the rest of the evening?” she asked me as we sat down on the bench.

“Well, it's too late to make it back to the base, so I'm probably going to grab a hotel room somewhere and ride back with my buddy in the morning. You want me to have the taxi driver drop you off at your friends after he drops me off?” I said, trying to play it cool even though our time together was coming to an end.

“I could come to the hotel with you. How will you know when you can finally pee otherwise?”

“Maybe I hoped you had forgotten about that. Besides, I didn't want to presume anything. I don't think I'm quite ready to say good bye to you just yet anyways.”

“Awww. I think you were trying to weasel out of your end of the bargain. Just for that I should make you wait longer.”

The thought of having to wait even longer made my bladder cringe. There was a part of me that thought she just might want to see me lose it somewhere and piss myself. I wasn't particularly thrilled with the idea of having to explain to my friend why I smelled of beer and piss, and was going to do everything I could to avoid that outcome.

“What is your price range on hotels?”

“$60 to $200. It doesn't have to be anything fancy; I would just prefer one that wasn't a complete shit hole.”

“I think I know of a decent place that will serve our purposes. Do you mind if I pick?

“Not at all. I don't really know this city that well as it is.”

“I've been here a few times. Hey look, there is our taxi.”

She gave the driver the name of one of the nicer chain hotels, and I figured that it wouldn't be too bad to have to wait until I got to the hotel to piss. What I figured would be a short trip turned into an excruciating ordeal. Every bump in the road reminded me of my growing need. There was part of me that entertained the idea of whipping my dick out and pissing in the back seat of the cab, and maybe all over her for making me hold it so long. It wouldn't have been so bad had I been able to distract myself with conversation, but she was playing coy by only responding to my questions with two word sentences and gestures. Though she was definitely enjoying watching me suffer, and to see her visibly turned on helped me to make it through the trying journey.

When we got to the hotel, I paid the cab driver and she put her hand in mine as we went to check in. The concierge desk informed us that the only rooms they had available were some of their suites. They were just inside of my price range, and I wasn't wanting to sit through another taxi ride, so I went ahead and got the room. It was on the fifth floor, but being a decent hotel the place had an elevator. When we got in the elevator, my companion looked around quickly and then asked, “Do you think this has any cameras in it?”

I gave the ceiling tiles a quick inspection. All of them were standard ceiling tiles, no camera blisters, no black plastic. “No, pretty sure there aren't any. Why?”

She flashed me a quick grin as she lifted up the front of her skirt. Three quick bursts shot from her pussy, hitting the controls, the door, and covering the floor. “That should hold me for now, I didn't even finish at the diner. I'm surprised you've made it this long. Soon, I promise.”

With that, like clockwork, the doors to our floor opened.

Very good story, really my taste of girl

***Edit by EGW to separate quote from new comment***

What follows below is a mostly true story. Some of the incidents I've embellished, some I've changed to protect identities and some things, well, they happened so long ago that I don't remember now what exactly took place. While there may not be enough “action” to satisfy a great many of you (and you know who you are!), I want you to know that most elements of the story really did take place.

I'd seen her at our hiking club meetings and out on the trails several times before, but had never gotten to talk to her alone until this evening when she came up to me as most of us were heading for the doors. So, I was a little surprised when she asked if I had any plans for the weekend. She hoped to get out of town for the weekend and wanted to find someone to spend a day with hiking around in the mountains.

Her name was Joanne. She'd just turned 23 and had been living in the city since starting college. She was a little taller than average, slender, with green eyes and light brown hair that came to her shoulders. Standing alone, she was what I considered attractive, yet I'd never really taken a good look at her before, perhaps only because she wasn't, well, striking. Good looking she was, but not the flashy kind of person who stood out in a crowd.

While I'd only joined this group about six months back, I'd come to attend every meeting since. Quickly, I'd become one of the more active members, most every weekend either signing up for the group hike or setting off independently with a couple friends from the club. In the past month I'd led one of the groups, sixteen of us for a day hike, but this week I was looking forward to something a little more solitary. An overnight trek with no more than one or two others sounded more interesting, but I hadn't made any commitment.

That is, until she singled me out. She had remembered me from the group hike three weekends before and must have thought I'd done a good enough job of keeping everyone from getting lost and safely bringing us back to the trailhead at the end of the day. Somehow, she figured me to be a good hiking partner and wondered if I could show her one of my favorite trails this weekend. It wasn't a date, she said, but it felt as good as one to me. She gave me her phone number and told me to call her on Thursday evening. I did and plans were confirmed to meet Saturday at eight.

The morning came and we met up at the agreed location, an all-hours restaurant where the food was passable, the coffee good and the booths comfortable enough for long conversation. And, it had a large enough parking lot where we could leave a car until we returned in the evening. In barely ninety minutes we got to know a great deal about one another.

"Call me Jo-a-NEE.” She drew the word out to three syllables. “When I was I growing up I couldn't say Joanne. Besides, I had a best friend named Ann and didn't like it when the neighbor kids called us Ann and Jo-Ann. Guess I fixed them, didn't I?"

I shared a laugh with her. I liked her and kept revising upwards my assessment of her, as I looked her over while we ate. And talked. I tried to be the good conversationalist and mostly listen.

There wasn't a lot to her, maybe a hundred twenty pounds, one twenty-five tops, but what there was was very nice. Her arms were a little thin, but toned and what I’d noticed of her legs were similar. I guessed almost a B-cup, a tiny waist and not much in the ass, either. Still, she was more than capable of inspiring lustful feelings within my 24 year-old body.

My thoughts must have been easily read, as she told me she had a boyfriend back home, a couple hours away, but only saw him once in a while. It sounded like she'd known him for years, a nice guy it seemed, and one who thought the world of her. What I didn't hear, though, was the passion in her voice when she talked about him, nor see a sparkle in her eyes. Perhaps best I just file that away for later.

In less than a couple hours we had become quite comfortable around one another. We finished our coffees, got up and, yes, visited the restrooms on our way out. I paid the bill and we walked to our cars.

There was no need for us to take two vehicles, so I offered to drive and she took me up on it. She grabbed a backpack from her trunk and climbed in with me.

We rode most of the way in silence. For the moment maybe we had run out of things to say, or maybe we were just enjoying the scenery that was getting better each passing mile. In little more than an hour we had left the suburbs, entered pine forests and reached the start of the mountains. Another twenty minutes and we were pulled over in the park’s lot. We got out, put on our packs and walked to the trailhead. There, to the side of the board describing the trails, was a portable toilet.

Joanne looked over at me and asked, "Mind if I pop in there for a quick one? Need to use it, too?"

"No, I try never to unless I absolutely neede to. I'm don’t think I’m a germophobe, but I am all too afraid of catching something."

"Yeah, I don't like them either, but all that water and coffee just wants to come out. If I go now, maybe I can get a little further up the way before we need to stop again."

She ducked into the potty. I didn’t know if it was by accident, but she never bothered to latch the door. It was open a few inches and while I couldn’t see anything, trying to be the gentleman, I turned my head away. Still, I could certainly hear the sound of pee hitting plastic.

It didn’t last long, no more than fifteen seconds or so, but it had enough of an effect on me that I needed to adjust my shorts. I was still tucking in my shirt when she came out.

Looking straight at me with her gorgeous eyes, she gave a smile and exhaled, “Ah, better!” It sounded so sweet coming from her, but I kept having these naughty thoughts.

We set out on the trail. It took a few minutes before my erection subsided. In its place, I became aware of a certain fullness. Visions of Joanne peeing were getting me to the point where I needed to do the same, despite my excitement. As we kept walking at a leisurely place, slowly climbing, so did the pressure within me, seeming to build with each passing minute until finally, after a little more than an hour on the trail, I gave in.

“Can we stop? I could use a break,” then added, “My bladder, too!”

I took off my pack, set it down to the side of the trail and started to walk into the woods.

Joanne gave a soft laugh and called out at me, "You're not pee shy, are you"?

I stopped in my tracks. I suppose I still was, but something about the way she said that told me I needed to get over it right away.

"I'm not." She flashed a grin at me, and then continued, "Tell you what. I'll show you mine if you show me yours. I need to go again, anyway".

I was amazed by her directness. Here I was thinking she was this quiet, reserved person, maybe a little on the serious side, when she came out with this part of her that I wasn’t quite prepared for. I had to give her a lot of credit, though, for she turned what could have been an awkward moment for us into, literally, child’s play.

With that, she took a couple steps further off the path, then pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles. She didn't even turn away from meas she dropped into a high squat, spread her knees apart and I saw, well, everything. She had a small patch of fine pubic hair, almost golden, which failed to conceal the most delicate pink lips. Knowing I was watching, she still made no attempt to hide anything. Yet, I was a little surprised when the first few drops trickled out. Another five or so seconds later she pushed out a steady flow.

“Say. You promised you’d join me”, as she continued to pee. Hers was a thin, clear stream that fell a foot or so ahead of her.

I couldn’t believe what I did next. I was barely three steps away as I pulled my manhood out of my shorts, pointed it in her general direction and let go. Apparently, her openness and my need must have overruled any inhibitions, as well as the arousal, I had, and the arc landed about two feet in front of her. She must have thought it was funny, for she broke into a laugh as she squeezed out her last drops. She remained squatting while I finished, my stream now falling further from her.

As she pulled up her shorts, she remarked, “I can see we’re going to have a great time together. Was that as good for you as it was for me?”

Making sure she was looking right at me, I replied, “Probably better.” I held my stare long enough for her to know I really liked it.

We continued on along the path, still climbing for another good hour until the forest opened into a rocky clearing. Walking over to the overlook, we took off our backpacks and sat down on edge of the rock, hanging our legs over the side. Pulling out from our packs what passed for lunch, we ate,and drank in the view.

We had finished our first water bottles about half an hour ago. Having worked up a sweat on the climb, I knew I needed to replace the water lost, so I reached over and grabbed the second one, taking deep swigs as I washed down the meal. I noticed Joanne doing the same.

We sat there, about three feet apart, enjoying the warming sun and the clean mountain air, and talked.

She asked me why I had joined the club. I tried to give her more than a superficial answer.

“I’ve been living and working in the city almost six years now. Much as it provides me with a good living, I don’t like the traffic, the noise, the pollution and too many people trying to get to the same place at the same time, so I regularly need my escape to the country. I grew up in the suburbs, in half a dozen towns not much larger than yours, and there were always places where I could explore the outdoors. I like to exercise, do healthy things for myself and get my fix of sunshine and fresh air. Besides, I’m not sure I’ve found a nicer group of people. And, you?”

“I came for college five years ago, so I’ve been here almost as long. Of course, I could always go home for weekends, and usually did for the first year or two. But, between my course loads and finding work, I stopped going back as much. And, once you’ve lived in a big city, there’s something about the smallness of these little towns that’s just so… well, small.”

I interrupted, “Oh, I must agree. Over fifty years ago, Thomas Wolfe, who grew up just a few hills over, said it in ‘You Can’t Go Home Again.’”

“Yeah, what a great book. I read that, too, a couple years back when I was trying to sort out what I was doing and what I was feeling. I love my parents and don’t ever want to break their hearts, but I know I can never go back to their way of life. Yet, in many ways, I’m still that small town girl, say “hey” to people I meet, even if I don’t know them and have kept almost all the values I was raised with.

From the time I was I grade school, I’ve been into health and fitness. I was little, but worked hard and got myself strong. For many years, I was one of the smallest in the class. Then, at about twelve or thirteen I had a growth spurt, and got to be almost the height I am now. I played soccer, softball, basketball and was captain of our volleyball team my senior year.

I joined this club partly for the exercise I would get, but mostly for the social side of it. I haven’t made a lot of friends since I moved to the city, and have lost touch with most of the ones back home, so I thought I’d try this group and broaden my contacts. I’ve found a lot of folks I really like here. Who knows, I might even meet the right guy”, she paused for a couple seconds, as if she wanted to say more, then changed direction.

“You’re right about it being a good group of people. They made me feel at home right away and encouraged me to join in on the hikes, trying to partner me up with others of equal ability. And, on the trail, they’ve always been so helpful, women and men alike, giving me words of advice, sharing food and water or looking out for me when I was hurting or tired. I’ve come to think of them like family or long-time friends. Heck, I’ve gotten so comfortable around them that when I’d have to pee, I never thought twice about just squatting, pulling my shorts down and letting go. Funny, I hadn’t done that in years.”

She stopped, as if to let those words sink in. “Speaking of peeing, I’ve got to go again.”

In that excited voice of hers that I was starting to find most attractive, she made it sound like she was looking forward to it. I guess she was.

” Since we’re here, why don’t I just go over the side? I’ve always liked to see how far I can pee down a mountain. You want to join me?”

All that water I’d just drank was starting to want its way out of me. Without hesitation, I said, “Sure.” Then, after glancing side-to-side, quietly added, “You don’t think anybody’s watching?”

She giggled. She had already pulled her shorts and panties to her knees, then lifted her legs back up on the rock. I followed her lead.

I must have started peeing first, for she looked over at me and her giggle grew to a full laugh. Watching my effort, she pushed out her stream towards mine. For a moment there were two falling pee trails, barely a couple feet apart and making a splash on the rocks far below.

But, it was over far too quickly. Our bladders empty, we silently sat there half a minute, maybe longer. Then I turned to her. “That was fun. I’d never known a girl could pee so far.”

Another giggle. We pulled up our shorts and stood up. Grabbing our packs, we got back on the trail. We were now almost to the midpoint of our hike. In another mile it took us to the other side of the ridge, then followed a path almost parallel to this one that would take us back to the trailhead.

Her bladder must have been really small, for we had to stop again in barely another hour. I probably should have joined her once again, but I did get to watch. She stepped a few feet off the trail into the woods, where the ground quickly turned into a deep bed of pine needles

“Oh, I love these pine forests. I love the quiet, the solitude and they smell so great, especially on a hot day. And, I can pee here as hard as I want and never worry about the splash.”

She pulled her clothes down again, but this time she turned away from me. Then, she leaned way forward and sort of pushed her ass, her cute tiny ass, towards me. There wasn't very much of her, but everything was there, it’s just there was nothing excess anywhere.

From where I was standing, I had a great view. I could see her lips open as she bent and noticed her urethra twitch when she let go the first drops.

“I always used to love doing this,” she said as she pushed out her stream. It was another tight pencil of a flow, almost straight down, but this time there was more power to it than I’d seen before. Had she stood up she likely could have peed past most men. It didn’t last more than about ten seconds, but she hovered there another minute as she let the last drops fall to the ground.

Even if my bladder had been full, I don’t think I could have gotten anything out. I was highly excited, but hoping Joanne didn’t notice the bulge in my shorts. At least, not just yet.

On the hike back to the car she filled me in about herself a lot more.

"I was tiny as a baby and never easily put on weight as a child. I was always small, especially around the middle. I guess having a tiny bladder was just part of my makeup. Early on, I learned to accept the fact that I had to pee a lot. It was such a natural event for me that I never developed any shyness about it. Of course, I was told there were some places where I couldn't just let go, like in church, when we went shopping and social events at neighbors. But, even where there wasn’t a bathroom around, there was always somewhere I could just wander off to and drop my pants, whether the woods that backed up to most houses or among the trees in the park in town."

I was more even more curious now. "Given that you couldn't hold much, didn't you have lots of accidents growing up?"

"When I was little, I'm sure I did. But, by the time I got to school I'd learned how to deal with it. Pee early and often became my motto."

"But what about those times when you had to hold it?"

"Surprisingly, there weren't many of those. Because I'd regularly empty out my bladder, then just sit and relax myself down there when I was done, I’d be able to hold long enough until I found some spot where I could relieve myself. I could always make it through class and, if I were out somewhere, never failed to find a place. We lived at the edge of town and had a big yard that went back to a field where we always played after school, on weekends and all through the summer. I’d be out there with my friends and when I’d have to go I’d just set down and pee, just a few feet away from them, boys as well as girls, from the age of five or six until my early teens. Sure, I was called Joannee Peepee a few times, but I never wet myself. Oh, there may have been a couple drops on my panties when I almost didn't make it or pulled them up too quickly, but my clothes stayed dry."

"What about later, in college, when you were drinking or out on a date? I thought for a long time that the women I went out with never peed."

"I'm afraid I didn't have much of a social life. I knew that alcohol would get me in trouble, in more ways than one, so I almost never drank, and when I did it was only a beer or two or a couple glasses of wine. Any more than that, and I was certain I couldn’t control my pee. I had worked so hard to not have an accident growing up, that I wasn’t about to start now.

One time, early in my freshman year, I went a party, you know it was my first taste of real independence, and got the closest to drunk I’ve ever been. On the way back to the dorm, walking with a few of my new friends, I realized I couldn’t make it. Nice thing about those wooded campuses. I just walked over to a stand of trees, pulled my pants and panties down, sat on the grass and peed. At first the girls looked at me as if I was crazy, or just crazy drunk, which I probably was. But, they must have had the need, too, as they all joined in before I got my pants back up. Guess that says something about women always pee in groups, doesn’t it?

I never had that many dates, but I had no problem about running off to use the restroom if I needed to. If we were outdoors, I’d just take a few steps and go as I always did. Funny, how guys could get all awkward. It was if they hadn’t seen a girl pee before. Or, at least weren’t supposed to. Heck, Greg has never even watched me.”

“Your boyfriend?”

“Um, yeah." Then, after catching a breath, she added, " And, we’d gone out since our last year in high school. Before that, actually. He took me to junior prom and senior prom. Our families always told us we looked so good together.”

There was something just so sweet about Joannee, so naturally nice. I was beginning to seriously like her. Whoever this Greg was, he was one lucky guy. Or, maybe he didn’t have a clue.

I was enjoying this conversation with her. Just having it must have built up my confidence. The way she had opened up to me made me think I could ask her just about anything. So, I gave it my best shot.

“I don’t mean to be out of line, so please don’t take this the wrong way. You’re so uninhibited about peeing, I can’t help but wonder, does it do anything for you, well, sexually?”

“I’m not sure I follow you. Peeing for me is just that, a natural body function. I don’t think it’s any different for me now than when I was a little girl. Although, I could see how much you enjoyed watching me. Actually, I kind of liked the way you aimed towards me and when we peed off the rock together. But, it reminded me more of what I did among my friends growing up. It’s been nearly ten years since I last did that.

And, no, you didn’t say anything wrong. It’s just that I’m still sorting my emotions out and I guess I'm a little too inexperienced in that department to give you a good answer. You've got to realize I grew up in a small Southern town. We were all a bunch of God-fearing people and I was raised believing I was supposed to save myself for marriage.”

She paused, then continued, “I’m not so sure now."

"Surely you’ve...” my voice trailed off, purposely.

"Well, I’m finally okay with giving myself pleasure, but only once in a great while, like when I really can’t get to sleep. And I have come pretty close to going all the way, well, almost second base a couple times, but..."

I cut her off, "With Greg"?

She shook her head. "He's a nice enough guy, and I love him dearly, but I really want something more. He’s all too happy still living in the small town we grew up in and I’ve had this taste of a much bigger world.”

She went quiet. Perhaps she’d told me everything she’d needed to for now. We were almost to the car before she spoke again.

“Guess I need to pee before we head back or I’ll likely never make it home.”

Glancing over at her, I replied, “I’ll keep you company.”

“I thought you might like to,” making another giggle. She stepped off into the pine needles again. I immediately followed.

Once more she took her shorts down, then her panties, only now she pulled them over her shoes and held them in her hand. Totally naked from the waist to her feet, she faced me, making sure I got the full view. I couldn’t help but stare at her loveliness. Only the fact I, too, now had to pee kept me from being totally aroused.

Now that she had my attention she did't even bother to squat. She took a deep breath and, as she exhaled, almost immediately began to pee. I pulled open a leg opening of my shorts and joined in, emptying my bladder into the puddle she was, no, we were, making.

It was an interesting conversation on the drive home, as we were still pretty stoked by the day’s events. I probably did most of the talking, but it was Joanne who seemed to hold up the conversation.

“You must think I’m a freak the way I carried on today. The truth is I never learned to be embarrassed by my body or bodily functions. While I haven’t peed in front of boys since I started high school, when I’m outdoors it’s so easy to let my guard down. Sure, what you and I did today was more than anything I ever played as a child. I actually surprised myself today being as bold as I was, but you have to admit it broke the tension, didn’t it? I could tell right away you were enjoying it, but it wasn’t until we were walking down to the car, after you mentioned it, that I was feeling something sexual myself. And, that’s not something I normally allow myself. While that last little display was for your benefit, I’ll have to admit I was getting turned on, too. When I get home tonight, I am going to have to take a long, cold shower.

You and I are hiking buddies, and we’re fast becoming good friends and I think, in time, something more, but you have to realize I’m not ready to go down that road just yet. I feel it’s not so far away, but I’m going to need to take this thing very slowly. Meantime, we can still have a lot of fun together, plenty of exploring ourselves, if you’re inclined, and you can take it as a very good sign we’re so comfortable to pee around one another.”

I pulled into the restaurant parking lot alongside her car. Before I could get around to open the door on her side, she was out. I walked over to her and stood between the cars.

She got her key out and unlocked her door. As I held it open for her, I spoke. “I know this wasn’t a date, but I had a great time, and I really would like to get to first base with you,” setting myself up for a good night kiss.

“Oh, you definitely got to first base. And, I’m so looking forward to us doing this again.”

I was expecting just a kiss or two on the check, but she met me fully face-on. My arms wrapped around her slender frame and we embraced. She might not have been the most experienced kisser, but it didn’t matter. We held onto one another, our lips joined, for at least a minute, and I thought I felt a spark pass between us.

As she was getting into her car, she called out, “I’ll see you Tuesday night. We’ll make plans for the weekend.”

Funny, she never talked about Greg after that.

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So I am a single girl and when I feel horny I like to get drunk and go down to the local park and pee all over the place. I pee over the bench seats, playgrounds and whatever else is there. I really find this sexually gratifying.

Is there anyone else who does stuff like this? I kinda feel like it's a bit weird but I really enjoy it.

A lot of my gf I got , do stuff like that, also they enjoy it to piss on the carpets everywhere... :-)

I think it dont comes from pee, i think its from the air.

pee only can do this, when are Drugs/medicine, was taken because the metabolism products of the Drugs/Medicine come out with pee.

Some drugs, like amphets, crystal meth, and their descendants come out with pee unchangend, also these stuff can make infections in the bladder tract, or kidney in no time.

When you and the girls do not have taken this substances, and have no kidney, Bladder, urethra infection, it dont comes from pee.

@thedario:

lucky guy !