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Well maybe all Collette's belong to the same tribe, here is and experience with my girl Collette, at a winery venue from over 10 years ago,

Ten years or so ago, we went to a Chicago / America concert in the vineyards in NSW, outdoor venue. We had been to a few of these in the past and it had been good. Last weekend it was raining on and off.

We had Cocktails on the terrace package, so for 3 hours, drinks and nibbles were included. After the music had started, we made our way down to our reserved seats, plastic garden chairs, reserved seating, about 12 rows back. The wet weather, rain on and off during the day must have kept some people away so we were not as jammed in as usual.

When the band were changing over my girl, Curls said, “I have to go to the toilet”,

I said look how far the toilets are away, and there are long lines (she had had a bit to drink but not an excessive amount)

She said, “if I don’t go soon, I will end up wetting my pants”.

I put my hand between her legs and said why you don’t do it here. She leaned over and kissed me, I hear a hissing sound, and realized she was just sitting there in her seat peeing in her pants. Straight through her pants, one of those plastic seats with slits, so most of it went on the ground, but she was still sitting in her puddle, she had on dark colour crinkly type slacks, which do not show much, she just sat there and did a heap of pee.

When she was finished after a minute or so stood up, pee still dripping down her legs and pants, and started talking to the people a few seats along as if nothing had happened, she was quite wet but in the half dark it was hard to tell.

Curls sat in her wet pants for the rest of the concert, I had a feel a few times and was still wet.

As the concert finished, she stood up, I was still sitting, she put my left hand well under her bum, turned left and started talking to the people she had spoken to before, as she was talking, she started peeing in her pants, saying good bye and wasn’t it a good concert, as she was standing there wetting her pants. She really does enjoy doing this, talking to people when she wetting or, has wet herself.

Big crowd so we have soda back at the car, wait half an hour or so for the worst of the traffic to clear, I get out, have a pee, she says she is all right

Back at the motel, about a 40-minute drive from the venue, past 1AM, have to unlock the main door to get into our building, as I am getting the right key, she says, quite loudly,

“Hurry up I need to pee or I am going to wet my pants”

(Huh, like they are not wet)

Immediately starts pissing in her pants, quite a loud hiss and a decent sized puddle at the entrance, we go in, she squelches down the corridor to our room.

Back in the room I knelt down in front of her pulled off her slacks and there was a delightful pee stain all over the front of her panties. The marks on the front of her panties had dried off, and there was a couple of different levels of pee stains. Turning her around and pulling off her panties, which were sopping wet.

Grabbed a couple of spare towels from the bathroom and made love straight away, although she was already juicy, she got very slippery, her lovely wet legs wrapped around me

My GF then wife absolutely loved wetting her shorts( Australia during summer they dried quickly)

She wet her shorts at the pub beer garden, sitting in her puddle, standing outside shops, sitting at a park bench, at an outside café, peed at the start of the meal, sat in her puddle and peed at the finish, at the end of the day she did smell quite pissy, and the crotch of her shorts was quite stiff.

She smelt wonderful

Sitting at those covered picnic table in parks, the ones with the slat type seats, sitting there with Curls, often halfway through lunch I would hear a splashing sound, look down and she was wetting her pants where we sat, not saying anything before hand, just had a complete nonchalant wetting

Curls and I were running a bit late for an event at a major hotel. We arrived at the end of the line and both needed to pee, she told me to go first and she would hold the place in the line, I came back and she went off but was back very soon, she hadn’t been as she said the ladies on this floor was very busy.

She had on a dressy pair of black slacks that we had leant in the past did not show wet spots or get shiny when she wet them, and open sandal type shoes.

We were still at the end of the line, Curls looked around and said quietly to me,

“I am going to wee in my pants here”, the line moved forward a bit, we stood still. After about half a minute I asked if she was OK, she just kind of nodded and had her eyes half closed, then I heard a hissing sound, it went on for quite a while and you could see her pee going over her shoes, and going into the swirly pattern of the hotel carpet.

We eventually got in, she was walking a little stiff legged, but noting noticeable, and you could not see any wetness, but I could smell her lovely, I have just peed myself aroma.

We were up the back of what turned out to be a very boring presentation, we decided to leave, Curls said

“Hang on I need to do a wee before we go” I nodded and started to get up, thinking she would go on the way out, she grabbed my arm and pulled me back down in the seat, she squeezed my had and I could hear her peeing, not a log time, but a noticeable wet spot when she got up from the chair.

Probably about the most public one she has ever done, there were quite a few more discrete ones, with a dress, under table etc

Thought I would add another surprise my now fiancé gave me about a year or so after the first.

I would often try and get her to pee while she was wearing a skirt, and she did this from time to time both with and without panties, but at a party one evening in the 70

She looked great, platform shoes lime green top and tight black pants. Like most parties back then there was sometimes a little pot, but mostly just beer and wine, some spirits.

Nothing much had happened, everything just getting louder and a bit of falling about. My girl had by this stage had more to drink than me, and she normally did not drink very much.

I was sitting on a set of outside stairs when she came down the stairs to me, and stood on the step I was sitting on, I started to rub her lightly between the legs and asked her if she wanted to do a trickle, she said yes, giggled and moved around a bit and said done it. I told her I could not feel any wet spot, she said look down, and then soon there was some pee, not a lot flowing over her shoes. Here pants still did not look wet but you could now feel the wet spot.

I said finished? She said no I have got to do lots, so we walked around the place a bit looking for somewhere a bit quiet, no one in the lounge room so I sat down on a chair, she stood beside me and started to pee again, just then someone walked through and did not realise what was happening, although she stopped and you could still see the pee dribbling off the cuffs of her pants and onto the floor. We went out onto the front veranda, and she just stared and peed and peed, quite a puddle formed around her feet.

I had a massive hard on by this stage and wanted to get going, she said no, get me a drink, a big one, which I did. She drank it quickly and then I thought we would get going, but she just went around talking to people in her wet pants and nobody noticed.

About half an hour later she peed on the kitchen floor,( by this stage of the night there was so much other spillage that it was not noticeable) I was watching from the back and you could just see it dribbling out the legs of her pants, just a small puddle. She did one more out on the back concrete almost all of it going down her left leg and really running over her feet.

After we left and parked in quiet spot up the road, I was helping her get her pants off and with them being so tight and wet it was quite a pull, but worth it

My Girl would nonchalantly pee at house parties where the lines for the toilet were long.she usually had on a skirt and very light panties, and did not once use the toilet. She would often let out a dribble in her panties while chatting to soemone.

In my Girl Friends Jeans

At a house party many years ago. We both needed a pee and went outside, we often peed together (still do) We had had a bit to drink, and she had gotten me out and all of a sudden said

“I need to go or I will wet my pants”

Me being the gentlemen, as always, said

“No let me wet them for you”

So, poking my half hard cock into her open zipper of her jeans, and tried to pee with half a hard on. Eventually did and I heard a hissing sound as she wet her pants and jeans completely.

Little stroking of her pussy made her come almost immediately.

We left without saying goodbye to anyone.

Hi

This is Curls using Stan's account. We live on a farm, no neighbors, yesterday sitting out the front having a drink after working, Stan gets up to have a pee of the front verandah. I said to him, hey that is my job. Unzip him get him out, give him a bit of a suck, hold him as he is now half hard.

As he pisses I totally soak my work pants, with a really loud hissy piss. That mad him forget about his beer, and by the time we were finished on the front lawn, it was flat..He  reckons it is the best beer he has ever sacrificed