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So, as I mentioned in my previous post, these experiences are from a time when I was living in Paris.

So, I was dating this amazing and very beautiful woman named Michelle (not her real name) during the late 80s. We had wonderful chemistry together. The sex mind bowing. I was on third date with her. She was wearing a beautiful navy blue thigh length pencil skirt along with a navy blue blouse. we were out from our shared apartment at about 3 o'clock. The sunset was beautiful. We went to the cinema at around 4:30. I noticed that she had drunk a bottle of mineral water by the time we had reached the cinema. I thought interesting. Michelle was never shy to use public restrooms. So, I thought she might use them before going to the cinema. Surprisingly, she didn't. During the cinema we consumed another litre of sodas each. I had started to feel my bladder. I excused myself to use the restroom. Again, she didn't. During the evening we went to a restaurant. Before seating ourselves she used the restroom. I thought nothing of it. Again, during the course of our meal she used the ladies. This time I asked her if everything was alright. She said yes. during one fateful moment she sneezed and almost ran to the restroom. As soon as she returned we had to go home. On the way she kept very quite. After reaching the apartment she again went to the restroom. We did not make love that night but as iI went to the WC before getting to bed I was pleasantly surprised. Her brown panties were lying in the hamper and a thick wad of toilet paper stuck out of the gusset. Her panties were damp and th einner lining of her skirt had pee stain. Obviously, her sneeze had made her pee her pants.

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Couple of experiences when I used to clean the toilets.

1. This was during the late 90s. I was cleaning a WC in Paris that night when suddenly a really voluptuous and buxom woman came in rushing, almost running. She wore a knee length black cocktail dress along with what I suspect a pair of black tights. She rushed straight into a stall and hurriedly undressed (I could hear rustling) and let out a huge gusher that lasted almost a minute and a half. Even after relieving herself she spent almost another couple of minutes in the WC, which alerted my pee-radar. She left after another half a minute without her tights. When I got to the stall for the cleaning purposes, half of the toilet paper was gone. There was a pair of soaked black panties in the bin along with a pair black tights. Obviously, she was not successful in getting to the toilet completely dry. I suspect she had leaked much before she had to use the restroom. Her panties almost stinked of stale pee. Even today, I find it one of the most arousing events in my life!

 2. This was also during this time at Paris. I did not notice the desperation firsthand but witnessed the result of it. As I was cleaning the bins of the stalls in the WC I noticed a pair of damp blue knickers in the bin of a stall. It reeked of pee. The panties were still warm. Along with the panties there was also a pantyliner (also wet) . Huge wads of toilet papers were in the bin. I assume that whoever had an accident, might have leaked pee in her outer clothing. Hence, had used toilet papers to dry and clean herself up.

I have some more incidents which I will post later.

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