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Dear Friends, Life has been busy recently and I'm afraid I haven't read your columns as often as I normally like to do, but boy when I picked up the latest issue I was gobsmacked by the some of the recent stories - so many daring girls out there and excellent narratives. Thanks so much for sharing them. It made me realise just how long it is since I've written in so I thought I'd let you know how Denise and I followed up our previous meeting with James and Arthur. Well, a couple of weeks had passed by since our cruise and we had gone back to work, not really having time to think much about

-----RESUMED FROM ABOVE------ We spent the rest of the afternoon together going around various rides and being plied with drinks from the boys. They didn’t say anything directly, but I think they were disappointed that we hadn’t needed to pee again, so they had kept the soda coming and we must have drunk way too much. By late afternoon, it was certainly ready to come out and at that point we were near the central part of the park and I said to Denise that I was off to the ladies. She agreed and said she would come with me. Both James and Arthur looked crestfallen and James had the guts to as

Dear Friends, It has been a while now since we have been back on dry land, but our fun didn't finish when we left the ship, so I thought you might like to hear about our last day together when we concluded the holiday. It is quite a long one, but then again, a lot happened. I hope you enjoy it. We left the ship about 9:00am in Southampton. Disembarking was a breeze - it is so organised. We walked down the gangway and out through a warehouse where we picked up our cases, followed through customs and then across to the car park. We loaded our cases and proceeded to drive out through the dock

-------RESUMED FROM PREVIOUS------- When the party was over, we moved up to the Champagne Bar, where we took a seat on a sofa and ordered champagne cocktails. About an hour or so and three cocktails later, we were now getting a bit worse for wear, but were enjoying our last night when that familiar urge hit again. I whispered in Denise’s ear that I desperately needed to pee, but that I wasn’t planning on moving anywhere far. She confirmed that she was in a similar state and asked what I was planning to do, as the cushions on the sofa were light in colour and it would be totally obvious if we

Dear Friends, I promised to write about the last night which Denise and I spent on board our cruise. Sorry it has taken me a while, but you know, busy lives and all that. Anyway, I hope you’ll enjoy the somewhat delayed account of our evening. The last night on the cruise was not a formal night, but people still like to get dressed up a bit for the evening. We were no exception and we spent a little while getting ready. As soon as we had returned from the pool (see earlier letter), Denise threw off her robe and she peeled off her wet bikini and jumped in the shower. I wanted to have a show

Dear Friends, On our last sea day before we returned to Southampton, we decided to enjoy some of the sports and activities on the ship. There is not much to say about the early part of the day except that we repeated our regular morning pee on the balcony - this time all we could see when we awoke was sea for miles around, broken only by the occasional oil rig. We stood at the rail in our nighties, looked at each other and simultaneous released our bladders onto the deck, bursting into laughter as we did. It was only then that we heard a bit of noise above us and we looked up to see that t

Dear Friends, There seems to be a bit of interest in the happenings of our cruise holiday, so I thought I'd write in with another eventful day. It started much the same as any of the other days in that we awoke and headed straight out onto the balcony to see where we were. We were not due to dock until 10am, so we could still see the high sides of the Fjord sliding majestically past the ship as we progressed towards the town where we were due to dock. Both Jennyand I were leaning on the rail when I heard a gentle splashing. I looked to my left and saw that Jenny's feet were about a foot apar

Dear Friends, I see that my friend Jenny has written in to you about some of our exploits on our recent cruise trip. When I read them, it brought back many happy memories of that trip and I thought you might like to hear about a couple of them from my point of view. One day we visited Flåm, where there is a railway up into the mountains. We had tickets which we had purchased on board (yes I know it is more expensive that way, but it guaranteed us a seat). Anyway, we had to be off the ship by 8:30 and on a train that departed at 8:45. It was a holiday and as usual we weren't overly keen on

I went in the ladies toilets today. I stopped at a car park and noted that the gents toilet was locked and the ladies was open. I don't know why - possibly maintenance issues, but there were no signs up. Whilst it might not be a strictly legitimate excuse to use the ladies, I considered that it would help to explain away the use of the ladies. It was also early in the day and nobody was really around although there was traffic passing on the road from which the toilets were in full view. I walked up to the gents, looked at the closed railing gate and padlock with discust and then walked

Nice one Egwalrus. You obviously had your Pee Radar engaged that day. Lucky it turned out for you.

I'll pee pretty much anywhere outside and I've tried peeing whilst riding my bike, but I find it very difficult to get started. I have managed it a few times. The first was when it was lashing down with rain and I was already soaked. Whilst coasting on a downhill section I managed to release my bladder and further soak my black trousers. The second time it was dry and I was wearing shorts. I pulled the leg to the side and poked my penis out, then lifted up slightly so there was no pressure from the seat. I managed to pee a stream along the track through the woods, but I could only do it

Thamks Somedood. The office story was great.

I once peed in one of my company's offices. I was visiting a different office to my usual one and went to find somewhere quiet to do a conference call. I took a large tea with me and sat in an area that was temporarily mostly unoccupied. After half an hour on the call I really needed to pee. There were people coming and going but nobody very close to me. I got more desperate and I couldn't leave the call. I pushed the pedestal drawer unit that was under the desk to one side, slipped my penis out of my trousers and peed onto the carpet. When I was done, there was a large wet patch, but I

That is really annoying. I remember once walking to a toilet block that was closed. As I got there a woman came out from behind the block, doing up her jeans. She passed me and I carried on round the corner to find a lovely puddle and a tissue. Timing at its worst!

Very nice. Thanks Adrian.

Dear Friends, Further to my last letter about cruise antics, I thought I'd write and tell you about one of our days in port. One of the great things about a cruise holiday is waking up and finding the scenary outside the window to be different to what was there when going to bed. Denise and I were sharing a twin room on the ship and we had a balcony. I woke up about 7:30 and noted that Denise wasn't in her bed. I guessed she had gone out onto the balcony to see where we were and take in the views. We had been out at sea the night before and were due to call at the port of Skjolden in the N

I wrote a series about Jenny and Denise, which took the form of letters to Wet Carpet Magazine on the PeeSearch Forum. I think most people here would like them, so I will repost them here. Here are the first two for starters. If you like them then I'll add more - maybe a couple each week or something. I'll leave them as letters, but remove the Wet Carpet Magazine references: Dear Friends, I have just come back from a cruise holiday with my friend Denise and thought I would share a few of experiences with you. Denise and I were sunbathing on the pool deck of the ship. We had been to

That was a great story and I can't see how anyone would be critical of it. I presume the "mess" refers to the glorious mess made by the pee!

Has anyone ever set up a makeshift facility to use as a toilet - either on a short term or long term basis? I work as a volunteer at an open air museum. One of the attractions that I regularly drive is a miniature steam railway and the station is quite remote from the main museum building. This poses a difficulty when a driver needs to pee because usually during the operating period, which is 5 hours long, there is always a queue of people and it is not possible to leave the train for 15 minutes to head up to the main building. Firstly the public would be dissapointed and secondly the min

Steve, Excellent story as ever. I hope it comes true for you one day. That phrase "use the facilities" is one that I sometimes use when I need to pee somewhere without a toilet. I sometimes do some voluntary work at an outdoor museum and when I'm doing work away from the main building, if I need to pee I just say "Hold on a minute, I need to use the facilities" and head for the nearest tree or go round the side of a building for example. I'm usually only with male colleagues, or sometimes my wife. Unfortunately, if my wife needs to use the facilities she actually returns to the main bui

Hi Sinna, That is incredibly sexy and very well written. I look forward to hearing more from you.

Nice one Daemoniak. I have been trying to remember whether I had any sightings in that age band of secondary school where there is certainly more interest in girls. However I can't remember any actual sightings. I do remember that there were several times when I knew girls were going for a pee, but by that age they were more careful about protecting their privacy. We had activities week at school where we did different things each day at the end of the summer term. One day we went fell walking in the lake district (walking up the lower mountains). A bus dropped us off at the start and

I love the idea of a lady peeing a full bladder into the carpet from a squatting position. Unfortunately I've never witnessed it in person, so I appreciate hearing stories about it.

I've found that if I catch a woman peeing, then her reaction will depend on a variety of factors including; her state of drunkenness, the location, my behaviour. I have found generally that women fall into three camps; embarrassed (in which case they try to hide and are apologetic), drunk (in which case they don't much care but can be a bit loud mouthed in reaction to my presence), or carefree (in which case they don't make much effort to hide and they treat it as normal behaviour). Generally a casual look as I go past is quite acceptable and rarely raises any response from the peeing girl.

That would be a great thing to witness. I'm sure it happens quite commonly, but unless you are in the habit of spending hours watching a layby or truck stop the chance of catching a female peeing by the truck is probably quite small. Whilst I'm sure most lady truckers are used to roughing it where necessary I would also imagine that most of them are fairly well prepared and use toilets where possible and probably have either a suitable bottle/bucket in the cab or even maybe a portaloo camping toilet. There are plenty of portable facilities available these days and when they spend a lot of t