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    Where do you pee at the gas station?

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    On 2/20/2024 at 12:33 AM, sd91 said:

    I might have been inspired by this thread last friday...

    The sun hung low in the sky as I navigated the winding roads home from a client meeting. As the minutes turned into hours, a familiar sensation began to gnaw at my insides.

    With each passing mile, my need for both refreshment and relief grew more urgent, until finally, I spotted the glowing lights of the gas station on the horizon. I breathed a sigh of relief, only to pull into the forecourt to find the store shuttered and the toilets with it. I would normally just keep driving back out and find a bush to wee in, as this has happened to me before. However, I had other things in mind...

    But as I watched the steady stream of cars filing in and out of the station, an idea began to form—a wild, reckless impulse that sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. With a determined glint in my eye, I slipped out of the car and made my way to the dimly lit side of the building, my white blouse and navy blue blazer a stark contrast against the darkness of the night.

    With a quick glance around to ensure my privacy, I crouched behind the row of bins, my bladder throbbed with urgency, a pressure that only occurs when it's time is so close to release. I hastily hitched up my navy blue skirt, the fabric bunching around my hips, and peeled down the sheer black tights that clung to my skin. My white blouse strained against my chest, betraying the rapid rhythm of my heartbeat as I prepared to surrender to the call of nature.

    I squatted low to the ground, I squatted low, my knees trembling with anticipation. Positioning myself for release, I parted my legs slightly, allowing my tights to stretch taut against my lower thighs as I braced myself for the inevitable release.

    And then, with a guttural moan of relief, I let go - a deluge of warmth flooding from between my legs and onto the waiting pavement below. The sound of urine leaving my vagina hissed as the subsequent splash against the tarmac mingled with the distant hum of passing traffic, filling the alleyway with the unmistakable scent of my piss. I looked down, and framed by a tuft of neatly trimmed hair, my urinating vagina, with my labia naturally parting to welcome the torrent of liquid ecstasy.

    The stream erupted from my vagina with a force that bordered on violent, a torrent of very human liquid that splattered against the pavement with a wet, squelching sound. It cascaded down in rivulets, painting the ground in lurid hues of amber, mingling with the grime and filth of the urban landscape and glinting in the lamp light.

    As my stream continued unabated, I forced my muscles to relax, willing my bladder to empty as quickly as possible in fear of being caught. The sound of my urine hitting the pavement was almost deafening in its intensity, a cacophony of release that reverberated through the alleyway with a primal rhythm all its own.

    And as the last few drops trickled from my body, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me - a reminder that there's a thrill in succumbing to your urges. With a tissue in hand, I wiped myself dry, absorbing the urine from my previously dripping wet labia, the tissue coming away wet and sticky from against my flesh, leaving me with an additional twinge of excitement as I tossed it into the pool of urine I leave behind, marking my territory.

    As I straightened my clothes and surveyed the aftermath of my escapade - a puddle of liquid gold shimmering in the moonlight - I couldn't help but feel a rush of exhilaration coursing through my veins. I walk back over to my car confidently, yet I suspect leaving little to the imagination of anyone who saw me emerge from the side of the station.

     

     

    I love how beautiful and descriptive your story is. Thanks for sharing!

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    Lady’s Lager

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    Hey all,

    This is a fantasy of mine that I wish I can do in real life. Hope you enjoy it. 

    The story contains indoor pissing, pissing into container, & consensual piss drinking.

    On to the story:

     

     

    “Miss, can I get your Signature Lady’s Lager please?,” a patron called me up from across the room. He was a kind and dapper elderly gentleman who often frequented my bar. He was seated alone on a sofa. “Certainly, Sir!,” I answered. I quickly grabbed a clean glass tankard and filled it up with our house lager, being careful not to get too much foam in the tankard. Once done, I brought the lager to the patron along with a small bowl of salty peanuts. I placed the small bowl in front of the customer and lifted the tankard to my mouth. I quickly gulped the lager, letting some of it dripped on the side of my mouth. The liquid traveled through my long neck, the top of my well-endowed breasts, and finally entered my cleavage. They were exposed as I was wearing a sexy German beer maid outfit. After I finished the drink, I placed the empty tankard on the customer’s table. “I will be back in a moment, Sir,” I told him. I went back behind the bar and took orders from other customers. 

     

    After 20 minutes or so, I walked back to the customer who ordered the lager. “Shall I help you pour it out, Sir?,” I asked. “That is not required, I want to serve myself,” he answered with a subtle smile. “Very well, Sir,” I replied. I stood facing him and gracefully lifted my left foot. I placed my heel on the sofa next to his right thigh, grazing his thigh softly in the process. I pulled up the front part of my short skirt and effectively displayed my red cotton thongs to him. My thongs are the same color as my outfit and it is adorned with a small gold bow on its top seam. 

     

    His hands went to the knots tied on the side of my hips. He untied both of them and grabbed the garment. He brought it to his nose and savored the aroma whilst admiring the view. My puffy lady lips were fully bare in front of his face. They only separated slightly showing hints of the dark pinkish folds inside. He picked up his empty tankard with his left hand and lifted it close to my private area. His right index and middle fingers softly glided on my smooth, hairless opening. They gingerly caressed and gradually parted my labia. “He’s hoping for a thin stream,” I thought to myself. “Please proceed, Miss,” he gently ordered. I urged my bladder to release its golden nectar. Slowly but surely, golden droplets started to fill the tankard. Before long, they gained some power and turned into a pencil-sized stream. The loud hissing sound was partially covered by the hustle and bustle of the bar. 

     

    After filling up about three quarters of the tankard, I was spent. My stream slowly subsided and it finally ended as infrequent droplets. The gentleman placed the tankard on the table. I was about to move my foot back down from the sofa as my service was done but he stopped me. “Allow me, Miss,” he said as he fished into his jacket pocket. He produced a white, cotton handkerchief and dabbed it on my intimate lips. My yellowish liquid lightly stained his handkerchief but he did not seem to care at the slightest. He pushed it slightly in between my folds and dragged it from front to back. He then slid his index finger on my nether region to ensure its dryness. Satisfied with his work, he refolded his handkerchief to cover the damp part.  He slipped his handkerchief, along with my slightly damp panties into his breast pocket. 

     

    “Thank you, Miss,” he said as I finally put down my left foot from the sofa. “You are most welcome, Sir. Please enjoy your Lady’s Lager,” I smiled as I lightly smooth the front of my mini skirt. I went back behind the bar to attend to other customers’ orders. From the corner of my eyes, I saw that the gentleman slowly sipped on his beverage, enjoying every drop. 

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    If you are straight, do you have interest in watching same-sex peeing?

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    Posted · Edited by miniskirtpisser

    I’m a bi-curious woman but very straight presenting in my personal life. I love looking at woman peeing but somehow man peeing doesn’t do anything for me or eve irks me a little bit. Men peeing just feel a bit too orthodox and convenient. Maybe it’s because I feel that the type of peeing that I enjoy (outdoor peeing & peeing into containers) is more difficult and challenging for women instead of men because women need to expose themselves more and take more risk. 

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    Smartly dressed buisness woman

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    On 6/10/2023 at 4:06 PM, sd91 said:

    Wow, when I first saw this I thought I had been seen for a moment there by someone on this forum!

    I then double checked and realised the days don't match up and I wasn't wearing a full suit, and finally I went back into my car rather than going in. Here is my story though! One I wasn't going to write up but since wanted to share.

    Tuesday started off with the usual frenetic pace of a day with a client, with me driving out of town early in the morning to meet a client further afield. As it was quite a distance, I had to leave ahead of what my satnav suggested to account for any potential hiccups along the way.

    As I pulled into the car park adjacent to the client's site, I had arrived 30 minutes early! I felt the familiar twinge in my bladder - an unavoidable aftermath of my hasty morning coffee and trying to stay hydrated in the warmth with little sips from my water bottle.

    I sat for a while, contemplating my options. I decided to carry on as normal for now and checked my phone. An email from another client was needed and I spent a few minutes typing out a reply. I was soon reminded of a need to urinate. I looked out my car window and I had my options. I could wait until it made sense to enter and just quickly use the loo. I could drive over to the nearby coffee shop and use theirs whilst grabbing some refreshments. Alternatively there were some tall bushes bordering the car park. They didn't face the client's site, providing a semblance of privacy. I decided that I felt no reason to wait in discomfort.

    Making my decision, I got out of the car, wearing my powder blue blouse, and navy skirt, complete with some black roman sandals I was comfortable both driving in and meeting the client in. Trying to be as discreet as possible, I darted into the bushes. 

    Finding myself inside the safe barrier of the bushes, I carefully hitched my skirt upwards and squatting down. The cool morning air brushed against my neatly groomed area, a sea of trimmed red hair that sat just above my vagina. Exposing my vagina next to the client's office felt rather liberating. I'm very used to an al-fresco wee before a client meeting but not usually quite so close by.

    The coolness of the morning air grazed my exposed skin, the contrast between the warm sunlight and the morning breeze lending a certain excitement to the moment. Then came the release, a rush of warmth as I sprayed out my urine confidently. The sound of it hitting the dry leaves and soil was almost musical, a soft rustling interspersed with the sharper tinkling of liquid on foliage.

    The force of my urine, vibrant and tinged with yellow, created a small puddle below, the liquid pooling onto the parched soil. I tilted my head back muttering 'God' as I continued to piss with gusto, realising that i possibly needed this more than I thought.

    The stream eventually tapered, slowing to a trickle before stopping altogether. A few stubborn droplets remained, glinting in the morning light on my labia before shook them off. Pulling out a tissue from my bag, I dabbed my vagina and the inside of my thight ensuring that I was dry and clean before discarding the tissue into my puddle of urine.

    Straightening myself and lowering my skirt back into place, I emerged from the bushes. The earlier bladder twinge was completely gone, replaced by a profound sense of relief and enjoyment.

    I walked back to my car, the bushes concealing their use as a female urinal. It was more than just alleviating a physical need; it was an act of taking control, of prioritising my comfort and convenience, as well as simply a fun experience. Settled back in the driver's seat, the upcoming client meeting was no longer shadowed by discomfort. There was a certain power in taking care of oneself, even in the simplest of ways, and that morning, in a car park with my client's site within view, I had done just that, with something as simple as pissing in a bush.

    Squat and spray. That's what I say!

    I love how detailed your descriptions are. It felt very immersive and I had a clear picture of your action, which is very very hot. Thanks for sharing! 

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    A naughty revenge pee...

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    5 hours ago, Malika said:

    I totally support your idea. If you will buy a plant to make tests it will be very interesting. I am looking forward to reading your post and I thank you in advance if you will tag me. According to the kind of plant it will be interesting to evaluate how it will be able to stand your pee.   😉

    Thank you for the support. I am definitely so motivated now. Having said that, the “experiment” won’t start until sometimes though as I’m currently staying with my parents for several months ☹️

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    A naughty revenge pee...

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    On 2/11/2023 at 4:46 PM, Malika said:

    Thank you, I am very proud of the "power" of my pee  😉

    I find nice that you have the intention to make some tests. If you don't mind, update me about the results please, it would be interesting for me.   🙂

    I will definitely make a post about it in this forum & tag you. I’m so tempted to buy a potted plant just for this purpose. 

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