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Most recent was my wife on the toilet this morning (which I get to see most days).

Most recent other than my wife on the toilet was a little while ago now. I haven't seen any yet this year :frown: but I did see a few last year. I can't remember which of them was the most recent, so I'll just go with one that I enjoyed a lot.

I was at a parking area on the side of a dual carriageway. This place has a cafe with toilets accessed from the outside. However, when the cafe closes, they also lock the toilets. The cafe closes quite early - about 3:30pm as it is really a breakfast and lunch place. I was sat in my car from where I could see the access path to the cafe and toilets. A BMW came into the carpark and pulled up sharply. A woman in her 20's jumped out of the passenger seat and made a B-line for the path to the toilets. The driver, presumably her boyfriend/husband stayed in the car. I guessed that she was too desperate to hold on once she realised that the toilets were locked, so I thought she might head on down the hill into the woods. I walked down a parallel path which brought me out about 20m from the toilets. I kept walking parallel until I could see behind the building. There she was stood on the conrete path behind the building, facing away from the building in a high squat, smart light grey trousers round her knees and spraying a powerful pee onto the concrete behind her (towards the building). She also had on a white lacy blouse. I had a fantastic side on view and as she was mid flow and not showing any signs of stopping I walked casually along the path towards the building. When I got nearer, she was still going and she turned her head and caught sight of me. She apologised and said that she was really desperate, but probably should have found a bush. At this point her flow was dwindling to a lighter trickle. I said it didn't bother me as I was heading there for the same reason and it didn't look like her shoes were suited to finding a bush (she had high heels on). I said I assume the toilets are locked then? and she confirmed this whilst pulling up her thong and then her trousers (no wipe). I carried on walking past her and said I'd head to the other side to find the gents. She laughed and then skipped off back up the path to the waiting car. The puddle she left was huge with a masssive splatter pattern on the concrete due to the height from which she let her pee go. I'm sure the back of her trousers must have got their fair share of splashback. It was definitely one I'll remember for a long time.

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 enjoying ourselves. Then one evening we Denise and I met up for drinks and started talking about our holiday. Before long, the subject turned to our peeing exploits and how nice it had been to be able to relax and pee pretty much anywhere. Denise's favourite was the time where we both peed into the gap in the sofa cushions in the champagne bar and mine was the casual ability to pee stood looking over the balcony rail. Denise said that maybe we should do that more often and I responded to say that actually I was pretty full right now and maybe we could indulge ourselves before we left the bar. We were sat in a secluded booth in the pub and the music was quite loud, so we thought we'd get away with it. I scooted forward on my seat and released a stream onto the thirsty carpet below. A few dribbles went down the front of the seat and then the stream strengthened and pattered down to the carpet below. Meanwhile, Denise remained sitting back in her seat and I asked her whether she was going to join me. "I certainly am!" she said and without moving she started to make a hissing sound as she poured her pee into the cushion of the seat, looking highly mischievous as she did so.

We remained in the booth and as we were finishing our drinks, Denise recalled the similar location at the pub after Paulton's park and said "It is a shame James and Arthur aren't here to enjoy the show - I bet they would have loved that!". I replied that maybe we should meet up with them as I was sure I still had James' card somewhere. I ratched around in my ample handbag and there stuck at the bottom I found a piece of slightly crumpled card. I pulled it out and rang the number.

"Hello."

"James? It is Jenny - from Paulton's park - remember me?"

A couple of seconds delay then

"Jenny! Yes, of course - I didn't expect to hear from you."

"Well did you enjoy your day with us?"

"Absolutely! Never better"

"Fancy meeting up somewhere?"

The rest of the conversation included various small talk, but we agreed to meet up in Bournemouth and spend an afternoon by the sea.

On the appointed night, Denise and I caught the train to Bournemouth. We both wore short skirts and blouses - no knickers. We met James and Arthur at the station and after a brief re-union hug, in which James slipped his hand "accidently" up my skirt, establishing my lack of underwear, we headed towards the beach, chatting in a lively manner. On the way, we passed through an ornamental garden and I winked at Denise and asked "Is that a squirrel in that tree?" - We all looked up into the tree where I was pointing, but nobody could see anything. Whilst their attention was otherwise engaged, I stood with my legs apart and peed onto the grass. The patter gave me away and suddenly all eyes were on me. James and Arthur were slightly shocked, but the bulge in their trousers showed that they weren't disappointed. When I was done, Denise said we should get an ice cream and sit on a bench to eat it. We all sat down and as Denise licked seductively at her ice cream, we heard another patter and saw a stream falling through the slats in the bench from beneath her skirt. Arthur put his hand on Denise's leg and moved it up under the skirt - Denise opened her legs slightly and continued to pee as Arthur found his target and delighted in the warm wetness coating his fingers as it emanated from Denise's slit.

We carried on down to the beach. Denise and I had bikini tops on under our tops, so we removed our tops and sunbathed in just our short skirts and bikini tops. James and Arthur got some drinks for us from the beach cafe then stripped to their boxer shorts and we sat and chatted, drank beer and did a bit of fondling as we enjoyed the sun. Soon Arthur needed the toilet and made to go and get dressed to walk up to the toilets on the pier. Denise told him not to be so silly and said he should pee where he was. He argued that it was far too exposed and there were too many people around. I said that I'd show him what to do and with that, I sat up, spread my legs a little and scooped some sand with my hands to make a hole about the size of a melon in front of me. I scooted forward slightly and let go a stream into the hole whilst I turned slightly to the side and pretended to look for something in my bag. The jet hit the bottom of the depression in the sand and formed an initial damp patch followed by a growing, foaming puddle. which nearly filled the hole. As I finished, the puddle started to subside as it soaked into the sand. I spread some sand back over the top and nobody would be any the wiser.

"There you go" I said and Arthur replied "Wow! I like the technique, but I won't be able to try that for a while as my dick is pointing skyward now!" We all laughed and our attentions were turned to the tent pole in his boxer shorts. Denise said that he should still dig the hole, but lie face down over it, point his dick into the hole and just relax when ready. After about five minutes he managed to do exactly that as we listened to the splashing in the hole. Half an hour later, James also needed to go, but he was able to do so by sitting up and peeing out of the leg of his shorts. Finally Denise completed the set peeing in the same way as I did, although she raised her knees which meant her pussy was on show and, Arthur made a point of moving so he could get a great view of the urine jetting out from Denise's pussy into the foaming puddle.

Later on, we had a meal in a restaurant on the sea front, which was largely uneventful, although worth pointing out that we all had a fair bit to drink. The boys both went to the toilets whilst we were in there, but Denise and I didn't bother. After Dinner, we went for a walk along the promenade and the cooling air combined with the drink consumed made me need the loo again. I went to the public toilet, and feigned surprise when I found out that it was now locked. The sign outside said that it closed at 6pm. I said that I was going to have to find somewhere to go and Denise agreed that she wasn't far behind me, so we headed up the zig zag path that leads from the beach to the cliff top. On one of the bends, there was a bench looking out to sea, so Denise and I sat on the bench. "Watch this" Denise said. We simultaneously spread our legs apart, leant backwards and held our pussies with our hands, releasing our pee as a high pressure jet forming an arc and falling to the tarmac path about three feet in front of us, where two puddles formed and started flowing in streams down the path away from us. All the drink made us pee for ages and the streams were like rivulets all the way down the path. James and Arthur stood there mesmerised.

"OK", I said, "I think it is time that you guys both cleaned us up". They didn't need any second invitation and within an instant they were both kneeling at the bench licking the pee off our legs and our pussies. The bulges in their trousers were large again and I released James' penis from his trousers whilst Denise did the same for Arthur. Thankfully it was starting to get dark and there were very few people around. Before long, things progressed and Denise stood up, turned around, bent over and leant on the seat back. Arthur flipped Denise's skirt up and entered her from behind. I didn't want to miss out, so I lay along the bench and James climbed on top of me. Soon we were enjoying a good pounding and it wasn't long before we all reached orgasm. We sat there for 5 minutes to recover, then we adjusted our dress and headed back towards the beach and on to the station.

Just before we reached the station, Denise and I offered one last treat as we stepped into a side alley, stood side by side with legs apart and poured out our offering onto the road. We all hugged and kissed and Denise and I headed for the train.

The journey back was about two hours, so by the time we reached our home station, we both needed to pee again, but the station toilet was locked. The waiting room was open though, so we nipped in there and popped a squat, spraying two lovely puddles over the concrete floor.

Christmas is coming, so who knows what we might do for Christmas and New Years Eve.

Love

Jenny x

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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 ask “Do you not prefer to wee outside?” I responded “I’ll quite happily go outside if there isn’t a toilet, but if the toilet is there, I would normally use it”. Denise agreed – “peeing is about convenience – I’ll pee wherever is easiest and most convenient. If that happens to be a toilet then that is fine, but if there isn’t one around then I’ll find somewhere as a suitable alternative.” James countered with “That previous show was so special, could you let us see a repeat? What about if we agree to buy you dinner in the pub when we leave here?”

Denise and I were teasing all along and we continued the charade as we talked quietly in whispers pretending to debate the issue, then without saying anything we walked back to the boys and I took James by the hand whilst Denise took Arthur’s hand. We walked away from the toilet block and over to the back of the park, where there were some garden areas with walks. “Fairs fair” I said “if you want to see a repeat performance, it is certainly time we saw what performance you can give”. We entered a secluded garden area and James and Arthur lined up next to each other facing a hedge. James unzipped first and without hesitation pulled out his cock and pissed a strong stream into the hedge whilst Denise and I looked on. Arthur was a little more reluctant, but I said “OK, no deal then” Secretly, there was no way I was going to hold on much longer as those sodas were piling up in my bladder by this time. However, I wanted to see Arthur pee and unless he played the game, I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me pee in all my glory (last time they didn’t see anything other than the puddle from me). Seemingly convinced, Arthur turned to a nearby tree and unzipped. He took out his dick and started a few dribbles onto the ground, then froze up a bit. He stood there with his dick in hand, looking embarrassed and worried that someone might catch him, but then he relaxed a bit and managed to get the stream going. Soon, he was peeing in full flow and soaking the side of the tree. Denise sidled up to him and putting her arm around his waist, she took hold of his dick and started directing the flow to soak a bigger area of the tree. Arthur’s penis was starting to firm up and his pee soon dwindled and cut off. Denise gave it a few shakes and popped it back in Arthur’s trousers.

“OK”, she said, “Now it’s our turn.” Denise and I squatted down against the hedge, legs slightly apart and we lifted our skirts at the front so the boys could see our pussies with our neatly trimmed pubic hair. Denise started first with her characteristic high pressure jet accompanied by her usual hissing. The stream blasted in front of her and landed about 80cm in front, scoring a channel into the dirt of the garden bed and foaming up where it landed. My own stream started as more of a dribble as I was slightly embarrassed by the presence of the two young men. Soon I got it going and I was also sending a powerful jet in front of me. We both peed for ages as all that soda made its reappearance. The other things that made a reappearance were the bulges in the trousers of the two onlookers. “Very impressive” said James as we stood back up and allowed our skirts to fall back into place.

True to their word, the James and Arthur invited us to meet them in the pub which is located on the road from the park back to the motorway for dinner, which we duly did. We secured a booth style table with bench seats. Denise and I sat opposite each other on the inner ends of the bench. James sat next to me and Arthur next to Denise. We selected our food from the menu and Arthur went to the bar to place the order. He returned with our drinks – a pint of bitter each for the boys and a pint of cider each for Denise and I. We had a pleasant chat whilst we waited for the food and before it had arrived we were nearly through our drinks. James went to get some more so that we had something to drink with our meals. I had another cider, but Denise moved onto a lemonade as she was driving. The food arrived and I was tucking into my scampi and chips when I needed a wee again. The cider was going to my bladder and maybe a bit to my head as well. I said that I needed a wee and James got up to let me out. I said “what is the matter?” and he replied “I was moving to let you out to go to the ladies.”. “I didn’t say I was going anywhere”, I responded and he looked at me quizzically “but you said you needed a wee.....”. “I know. That is not the same thing. Sit down – your food is going cold.” James sat back down and I took an empty cider glass off the table, slipped it deftly between my legs with my right hand whilst continuing to eat my food with my fork in my left hand. Very shortly, the sound of my pee tinkling into the glass could just be heard above the general noise of the pub. My aim wasn’t great and although I got most of it in the glass, a bit ended up on the front of the bench seat and ran down onto the carpet below. I wasn’t worried as I’m sure the carpet has seen plenty of spilled drinks in its time. As the glass filled, I felt it warm in my hands and I could hear the note changing in pitch as the fluid level changed. Within about 20 seconds I was nearly spent and with a couple of spurts I was done. I brought the glass above the table and continued to sit forward so any last drops would drip to the carpet out of harms way. I cheekily placed the 80% full glass in front of James on the table. With all the liquid I’d drunk today, it looked just like a pale lager. James looked at it in disbelief and then asked what he was supposed to do with it. I told him that it was up to him – he could either pour it in the pot plant that was next to the table, or he could leave it for the waitress to collect when we had gone, or he could do what anyone would expect to do with a glass of lager and drink it.

James looked a little shocked and continued to eat, occasionally looking at the glass in front of him. Nobody else said anything on the subject and we carried on eating. Once we had finished the main course, we ordered puddings and Arthur went to place the order and get more drinks. Whilst Arthur was away, James looked across to check he wasn’t looking, then he picked up the glass of pee and took a tentative sip. “Wow”, he said, “It is really sweet. I thought it would be salty and pungent, but it isn’t”. “That is because I’ve drunk lots of soda”, I said. “I hope you like it.” “Most certainly”, came the reply and with that, he took a bigger taste and swallowed it. When Arthur came back, James told him that he should try the pee and explained how nice it was. Arthur didn’t seem convinced, but eventually was persuaded. He too looked pleasantly surprised as the warm liquid flowed over his tongue and into his throat. During desert, the two of them finished the glass completely and I couldn’t help but smile at the sight and I must admit that I was getting quite wet down below, thinking of these two young men enjoying my pee.

A waitress arrived and cleared the empties, including the now empty pee glass. Denise now needed to pee and she said as much. Arthur said that he would let her out, as he assumed she needed to go to the ladies, especially as there were no longer any empty glasses. “No, don’t worry”, said Denise, “I’m not going anywhere.” She moved forward on her seat and spread her legs slightly apart, then whilst continuing to chat away to us, we heard the tell tale hiss and splatter as she proceeded to spray her pee all over the carpet in front of her, hidden from everyone by the table and the two people sat on the outer edge. Denise never flinched and casually ate her pudding whilst soaking the carpet beneath the table.

Following consumption of our puddings, we all had coffee and enjoyed chatting for a while longer. Then we wandered out to the car park. James and Arthur called in to the gents on the way out, but Denise and I didn’t bother, although we were ready to pee again after the drinks from the pub. We waited in the car park to say goodbye to our new found acquaintances and whilst they were in the toilet, we hatched a little plot to help them remember us. We had parked on the end of a row, with the boot of our estate car facing outwards. We opened the boot and sat on the boot sill, awaiting their return. As they rounded the end of the next row of parked cars, we simultaneously leaned back, lifted our skirts, spread our legs and peed a beautiful pair of arcs out into the car park. The rains from our pussies fell in front of us by a good metre and formed too spreading puddles on the tarmac. James & Arthur stood mesmerised again as the streams glinted in the fading sunlight and the puddles spread towards them on the floor. When we were spent, we said our goodbyes, had a brief hug and James gave me a card with his number on it. We got in the car and drove off, calling back through the window “Don’t forget us!”. “We certainly won’t!” came the reply.

Love,

Jenny xx

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 gates to join the traffic on the main road out towards the M271. We decided that as it was still early, we would make the most of being in the area and go shopping in IKEA and then go up to Paulton's Park theme park. IKEA is just across the road from the port, so it seemed rude not to pay it a little visit. We pulled into their car park, grabbed a trolley and headed up the travelator to the store. I enjoyed the feeling between my legs as the cool morning air caressed my nakedness beneath my light skirt and I felt my nipples pressing against my tight white top. Denise had on similar attire and her lack of underwear was confirmed as the wind lifted the back of her skirt briefly as we stepped off the travelator. It wasn't that busy yet, but there were a few people about as we started to wander through the aisles of merchandise. We weren’t particularly planning to buy anything, but a couple of things caught our eye and before long we had a reasonable collection in our trolley.

Shortly, Denise remarked that the coffee and orange juice from breakfast was making its presence known in her bladder and I had to agree, although I wasn’t too bad yet. We looked on the nearby floor plans to see where the toilets were and we could only see them in the cafe area on the ground floor. As we were on the third floor, with a trolley, we dismissed that as being impractical and decided to continue shopping for a while before making our way down. We rounded a corner between the aisles and found ourselves in the bedding section. I was continuing through when Denise said “Hold on a minute, I just want to try out this bed.” “I didn’t know you were after a new bed”, I responded. “That’s not what I said. I just said I wanted to try it out”. Denise then went over to the display bed and folded back the duvet. She sat down on the bed and almost instantly I heard the tell tale hiss and I realised what she was doing. Denise was relieving her over full bladder into the soft sheets and the absorbent mattress. Her face was a picture of relaxation and relief for the next 30 seconds, after which she shuffled sideways to a dry spot, then stood up, revealing a very wet patch. She checked nobody was around, then quickly used the corner of the duvet to wipe the back of her legs and her pussy, before replacing the duvet neatly over the wet patch. “That’s better”, she said “and if they won’t put toilets in convenient places, what do they expect!”

We quickly moved along and continued to browse the home furnishings. Having witnessed Denise obtaining relief, my own need was now increasing exponentially and I was starting to find it a bit difficult to walk – a couple of times, I stopped to squeeze my knees together to hold back the pressure. Then, I spotted the solution. In a corner of home furnishings were a pile of beanbags. I pulled one down off the pile and placed it on the floor, made a little hollow in it and sat down, leaning back slightly, to all intents and purpose looking like I was trying it out. I reached behind me and lifted my skirt up slightly as it was trapped between my bottom and the beanbag behind, then I relaxed and started to release my pent up pee. The feeling was exquisite as the warm pee pooled between my legs and ran backwards under my bum. The beanbag started absorbing it at the same rate as I was supplying it and I could just feel the movement of the pee causing a tingling as it left my urethra and caressed me in its way into the beanbag. A young couple walked past whilst I was in mid flow, but they couldn’t see anything, so I carried on regardless and they simply smiled a “good morning” smile as they went past. Eventually, my pressure dwindled and with a few last spurts I was done. I remained sitting for another 30 seconds or so during which I felt the pool beneath me soak away. I pulled myself forwards, rubbing my pussy and backside dry on the beanbag as I did, then I picked up the beanbag, turned it over and put it back in the pile. I was careful to move some of the other beanbags around so that “my” beanbag was behind others and would be less likely to be discovered quickly.

We continued around the store, for another half an hour, then ended up in the cafe, where we eacj had a large pot of tea and some cookies. After being on a cruise, it is quite difficult to get out of the habit of eating and drinking almost constantly! We paid for our purchases and headed out to the car. It was by this time 11am and we drove the few miles up the road to Paulton’s Park theme park.

Paulton’s Park is mainly a park for kids, but there are some decent rides for adults and we’d never been, so we thought we would try it whilst we were in the area. Of course, immediately inside the entrance is a cafe, so we had to have another drink! I grabbed a bottle of juice and Denise had a diet soda, then we headed to the far corner of the park where we joined the queue for their biggest rollercoaster – the Cobra. This was a great ride, but the queue was nearly 30 minutes and by the time we got off, we both needed the loo again. “Don’t worry”, I said “We can go on the log flume next and that will avoid the need to find the toilets”. “Good idea” replied Denise and off we headed to the log flume. The queue here was much shorter and within a few minutes we boarded our “log” and started on the upward journey to the top of the ride. The log had a raised seat running the length of the log and we sat astride it with our legs down to the side. There was already water slopping around in the bottom of the log and we were obviously going to get wet, so as the log climbed the conveyor, I released my bladder and peed all over the seat. The pee poured off the seat and ran splashing into the water in the bottom of the log. Denise, always one to try and go one better, sat back with her legs apart and slipped her hands under her skirt. She pulled her labia apart and released her pee as a jet, which went flying forwards all over the bench seat in front of her. Before she had finished, we reached the top of the conveyor and started on the descent. She let go of her labia and returned her hands to the side to hold on – the rest of her pee still pouring out of her onto the seat and flowing into the bottom of the log. In seconds, we reached the bottom of the drop and were drenched as the bow wave rose ahead of us and crashed down on top of us. I suddenly realised that maybe our choice of tops might not have been the best as without bras underneath, our tight white tops now clung to every contour of our shapely breasts and we looked for all the world like we were entering a wet T-shirt competition. Ah well, there wasn’t much we could do about it now, so we completed the ride and then got off and walked away confidently with our breasts perfectly defined for anyone who wanted to see. And it seemed that there were plenty who did want to see. As we walked to our next ride (The Edge), many male heads turned in our direction and I noted a few of these being chastised by their wives or girlfriends! Denise and I both quite enjoyed the attention, and it was a lovely warm summer day, so we didn’t worry too much and enjoyed our trip on the edge, with the cool breeze from the movement of the ride heightening the feeling of the soaking fabric against our breasts.

Soon it was lunch time and we returned to the cafe where we enjoyed a hot lunch, but the air conditioning made a chill run through us as we were still wet. My nipples were somewhat erect as a result and within a few minutes of sitting down, two young men spotted us and asked if they could join us. Denise acknowledged the request and we started chatting to James and Arthur. They were very polite and didn’t mention our very obvious clothing malfunction, but their eyes told the story as they couldn’t take them away from our tops. Arthur went to the counter and bought us more drinks. This time I had hot chocolate to warm me up and Denise had a latte.

After lunch, we went on the astroglide – a slide where six people can race down on mats. Arthur and James declined to join us on the ride, but stood at the bottom to watch us coming down. It was only as we went over the bumps in the slide and my skirt rode up that I realised why they had decided to wait at the bottom! I saw James’ eyes widen as he must have got an eyeful of my pussy on open display to the world. Arthur was looking in Denise’s direction and I think he must have had a similar view because he bent down to pick up the mat for Denise as she got off and stood up in a not very ladylike manner.

By now, we needed the loo again, but the toilets were not nearby. I made some excuse about needing to sit down for a minute and headed for a nearby grassy bank. Denise sat down next to me and I was expecting James and Arthur to also sit down, which would mean that we could discretely pee into the grass without them noticing. However, I think they had other ideas that they might get a good view up our skirts again if they stayed standing, as they remained on the tarmac path in front of us. I wasn’t too worried, as I kept my legs together and stretched out in front of me, then started peeing into the grass. Happily, I don’t make too much of a hissing noise (unlike Denise), so I could pee away undetected. Denise was obviously aware of this because she hadn’t started peeing. However, I hadn’t reckoned on how hard and dry the ground was and before I knew what had happened, James remarked “Um, this might sound odd, but are you peeing?!”. I flushed bright red as I realised I’d been rumbled although still confused as to how he had realised, then I saw that the stream of my pee had run down the dry ground of the grassy bank and was pooling onto the tarmac of the path in front of me. I had to concede that he had rumbled me and made some mumbled excuse about being caught out and it was too far to the toilets. Denise saved me by diverting some of the embarrassment. She said “it is only natural, I was about to do it too!” Then she lifted her knees, spread her legs and peed with full force, making a glorious hissing noise as a stream poured out from her pussy and streamed down the bank to make another puddle next to mine. Both James and Arthur stood there with their mouths open and their eyes transfixed on the action under Denise’s skirt. I also perceived a growing swelling in their trousers, which showed that they weren’t exactly disappointed to find out that we peed in public. When Denise had finished and James and Arthur had managed to close their mouths, Arthur simply said “Wow!” but James was a bit more cunning in his response “That was quite something - Can I buy you girls another drink?”. We laughed and allowed them to buy us large sodas at the nearby stand.

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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 peed on them. I didn’t answer, but I moved up closer to her, which put me right over the joint between the two seat cushions of the sofa. I put one hand under my legs each side and pulled the cushions apart, then I released my pent up desperation and sprayed a torrent into the gap between the cushions. I felt the jet blasting out giving rise to ecstatic relief, then when I was done, I simply moved back over to the centre of my cushion. There was a very small amount of wetness visible on the top of the cushions either side of the gap, but it wasn’t anything like as noticeable as it would have been if I’d peed directly onto the cushion. Denise liked this idea and she moved over the gap and repeated the process. She took a lot longer than me, as I think she was regulating her flow to reduce the risk of adding to the visible wetness. We stayed at that bar for another hour and some more cocktails, and repeated the use of that same toilet, so I’m sure the base part of the sofa must have been pretty well saturated by the time we left.

Having been sat down for the entire time, we hadn’t realised quite how much the champagne had gone to our heads, so when we were ready to move on at around 1am, we were more than a little tipsy and as we headed down the stairs to the casino, Denise stumbled on the bottom step of the first half flight of steps, she ended up slumped in a corner of the landing, leant up against the corner of the two walls. She had her knees up in the air and her head leaning on them. Her skirt had fallen back around her waist and her feet were splayed out at a bit of an angle so that anyone passing had a fantastic view of her pussy and bum cheeks. I don’t think she realised and she just sat there holding her knees. I was trying to get her back up, but I wasn’t in a much better state myself, so I fell backwards and ended up sitting on the bottom step of the stairs, facing her. I gave up and let her rest for a bit. All was quiet, and then I heard a pattering sound. I looked between Denise’s legs and saw that a little fountain was emerging from between her legs and being sent upwards in a small arc and then back to the carpeted landing about a foot in front of her. I could see the pencil thin stream flitting around in the bright lights and raining down in front of her. I burst out laughing as it was quite a sight. It was then that I realised that I also needed to go. My bottom was sat on the lower step of the carpeted staircase and my skirt was still around me. I just relaxed and let it go. A gentle hiss heralded the arrival of my relief and I very quickly felt the warmth of my pee pooling around my bum on the bottom stair, then it started to trickle off the bottom step onto the landing where it again pooled before soaking into the carpet. I looked across at Denise and saw that her fountain was dwindling, the arc dropping and the target drawing nearer to her and soon she just had a few drops falling from her pussy directly to the carpet and then she was done. My own pee carried on for about another 10 seconds and then I remained sat there as I felt the puddle soaking away from me and cooling around me.

We stayed there like that for about 10 minutes. Several people passing by had a very good look at Denise’s nether regions and it was funny to watch, particularly the married couples where the women would look with disgust and the mend would try to get a sneaky look and be instantly chastised by their wives. A group of young lads were coming down the stairs boisterously and they stopped dead half way down the flight and stared in amazement before snapping out of it and carrying on down with suitably encouraging comments and appreciative remarks. I don’t think anyone realised that we had also peed there.

When we summoned up the strength to move, I suggested that we probably weren’t in any fit state to head to the casino, but that we should have a coffee and a walk round the deck to sober up first. We headed or rather stumbled to the little coffee bar and each had a large black coffee and several glasses of water to try to neutralise the alcohol. We then wondered out onto the promenade deck and walked a very slow lap of the ship. By the time we got to the back of the ship, both our bladders were full again, we were past caring and there was no way we were going to wait until we got back round the other side and into the doors to the inner part of the ship and the toilets. Denise and I squatted in a corner next to each other, hitched up our skirts and let fly. I loosed a razor sharp high pressure jet that blasted the deck in front of me and Denise released a more leisurely pee that streamed into a puddle directly below her. When we were finished we stood up and allowed our skirts to fall back in place, just as two young men rounded the corner. They looked at the still spreading puddles and looked back at us questioningly – we just shrugged and walked on the way we were going, which meant that they were walking behind us. As we rounded the back of the ship and headed up the port (left) side, the wind hit us square in the face and took the breath out of us for a second. It also took our skirts up in the air, a fact which I’m sure was not lost on the two gents following us as I heard a distinctive whistle form one of them and a “wahey” from the other. We weren’t too worried so I made a bit of a show of pulling my skirt back down, but I took a bit longer than might have been considered normal. Denise didn’t worry at all and her skirt continued to bounce for the length of our walk up the side of the ship. Funnily enough the gents stayed not far behind us, even though I’m sure they could easily have overtaken us as we were walking very slowly.

Having completed the lap of the ship, the effects of the coffee and fresh air made us feel much better and we decided to head to the casino. When we got there, we saw Connie and Ronnie (the girls we met on the canoe trip) sat at the bar. Armed with drinks, we decided to all try our luck at roulette and took up our places at the table along one side. I had Denise on my left, Connie on my right and Ronnie was to the right of her. About half an hour in, Connie was on a winning streak and doing incredibly well, but she was squirming in her seat. The rest of us had won the odd little bit, but were generally losing more than we were making. Connie said “I really don’t want to leave in the middle of this winning streak, but I’m simply dying for the loo – I should have gone before we started”. Being still quite a bit tipsy and therefore a little less reserved than normal, I replied “Well, you don’t have to go”.

“Yes, I do!, I’m bursting”

“No, I mean you don’t have to leave......”

“Well what else do you suggest?”

“I just figured that as you were willing to pee by the river, maybe you weren’t too worried about using a toilet.....”

“Well that was a bit different – there were no toilets around and we didn’t have much option.”

“I can’t see any toilets here, and you don’t want to lose out on your winnings, do you?”

“Not a all, but I don’t see any rocks to hide behind either!”.

“Follow my lead – just put your legs together and pee down the back of your legs – it will fall below the stool and disappear into the carpet – watch.”

With that, I moved forward slightly on my stool and bent my legs so my feet were behind me and peed down my legs. Connie could see the glistening and the slight pooling before the pee soaked into the carpet. She looked slightly shocked, but then said “Well, I guess it is only a bit of pee and I’ve drunk plenty, so it will be diluted”. Then I looked down and saw a similar puddle growing around the bottom of her stool and soaking into the carpet. Everybody’s attention was on the table and nobody else suspected anything. Connie said “That’s much better, but what about your wet knickers?” I responded “Ah, sorry, I never considered that you might be wearing any – it is much easier without – you’ll just have to enjoy the dampness I’m afraid”.

Another half an hour and Connie decided to call it quits whilst she was ahead. The rest of us were fed up of losing anyway, so we went across to the bar and bought some more drinks. Ronnie said that she needed to pee and asked if anyone else was going, to which Connie gestured to me and said “We’ve already been” and burst out laughing. Ronnie asked what she meant, so we pulled her over to a nearby corner table with low sofas and Connie explained the events at the table. Ronnie looked a bit shocked, but Denise said “Well I’m not going to traipse all the way to the toilets either”. She perched on the arm of the sofa and we instantly heard a small pattering sound as the stream of pee fell to the carpet between the sofa arm and the wall. Ronnie wasn’t about to be the only one that left us to go to the toilet, so she promptly sat on the edge of a planter and surreptitiously slipped down her knickers under her dress. Within a few seconds, was busily watering the plants whilst chatting away to us. As she resumed her seat on the sofa, we could see a very damp patch soaking into the earth.

Soon after that we decided to call it a night. It was 4am and the ship was due to dock at 6am and have us ashore around 9am. We said our goodbyes and headed back to our rooms and fell asleep very quickly. We woke up in the morning around 8am still a bit groggy and needing more sleep, but we went out on the balcony to find it confirmed that we were now docked in Southampton and would be disembarking shortly. We looked at each other, smiled and let our final pee aboard fall between our legs to the deck of the balcony.

Love,

Jenny xxx

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 shower as well, but didn’t want to sit around in my wet bikini whilst I waited for her, so I also stripped and went over to put the coffee machine on. It was pleasantly warm in the room, so I didn’t worry about putting any clothes back on whilst waiting for Denise. Instead, I did the last bit of my packing for leaving the ship in the morning. I just left out a short black dress for the evening and a casual skirt and blouse for the morning. The cases get collected in the evening, so I didn’t want any heavy clothes left that would need to be put in the hand luggage.

Soon Denise was finished and she came out of the shower with droplets glistening all over her skin and a towel wrapped round her, but it was so short that I could see her pussy below the towel. As she set to towel drying, I jumped in the shower myself and enjoyed the feeling of the warmth of the water caressing my body, my hands were busy soaping all over my curves, but lingering just a little longer than necessary on my boobs and my neatly trimmed mound and my mind wandering to possibilities for the evening, thinking about how I might best enjoy the parties and most likely find places to discretely relieve myself without the need to wait for a toilet. As I finished showering and brought myself back to reality, I stepped out into the tiny bathroom and onto a soft towel. The air was cool in comparison with the hot shower and I felt my nipples harden. I couldn’t resist releasing a little pee down my legs to warm them back up and I soon felt the rivulets running down the inside of my thighs and could hear them dripping onto the towel, turning the pristine white to a pale yellow shade.

Back in the room, Denise had already dried her hair and put on her deep blue short dress. I noted that it was suitably flared at the bottom which would allow some freedom for activities later in the evening. She bent down to pick up her shoes from the bottom of the wardrobe and I clearly witnessed between her parted legs that she had elected to forget her underwear. I made a brief comment on this, to which she replied “You said we should only keep out the bare minimum so we didn’t need to carry too much in our hand luggage tomorrow. Besides - I don’t want to have any dirty knickers in my hand luggage!”

Soon we were both dressed and make up applied, we headed down for dinner in the main restaurant at about 6pm. We were on a table with a married couple who were a bit older than us; probably in their early forties. We selected some wine and also had water with our meals. We chatted away comfortably whilst we enjoyed soup for starters and followed up with the main course (I had duck in some fancy sauce and Denise had a chicken dish). By the time we got to ordering desert, the wine, water and soup were making their way through me, especially given that we’d also had the coffee in our room. I was thinking about excusing myself to go to the toilet, but felt that was a bit rude whilst in company. I was getting to the point where I thought I’d have no other option, when there was a natural lull in the conversation and I hear a very faint pssstt for just a second or two, then there it was again, psssttt, ppssssssssttt, I looked at Denise and realised that she was sitting very well forward on her chair and had the tablecloth over her knee. I guessed at the source of the noise and whilst I had heard it, I don’t think anyone else had noticed as the other couple were busily regarding their dessert menus. I looked at Denise questioningly and she shrugged and smiled. Another couple of pssstts, but this time a bit longer before two short ones and then Denise sat back in her chair again. I realised that she had got away with peeing gently in small spurts under the table and then I knew I had my answer as to what I should do myself in order to relieve my aching bladder but avoid being rude to our companions.

I remembered reading about a discrete pee method which PaulyPeeps reported on the internet and I thought I’d give it a try. Under the table, I kicked off my shoes and put my feet back behind me under my chair. I kept my legs close together and moved forward in the seat, then I slowly relaxed and allowed me pee to trickle out onto the backs of my legs and run along them to the carpet at my feet. I kept the flow as slow as I could to avoid making an instant puddle and allowed time for the pee to soak into the carpet below me. All the time I carried on conversation with the others at the table in order to keep the noise level sufficient to hide my misdemeanour and to avoid looking unnatural. I was just getting into my flow when the waiter arrived to take the dessert order. Thankfully he stood at the opposite side of the table and I hope I didn’t look flushed or anything, but I was too far into my release to even consider stopping, so I continued peeing slowly as I placed my order.

At the end of dinner, I slipped my feet back into my shoes and stood to leave. As I pushed my chair back under the table, I noticed that the front was ever so slightly damp and the carpet, whilst doing a good job of hiding the pee, was also very squelchy. Thankfully we were seated against a wall, so there was probably little chance of anyone else walking on that bit for a while. I noticed that Denise’s chair had a similar mark to mine, although it was about twice the size and I could just make out a slightly darker patch on the carpet under the table in front of her chair.

Next stop after Dinner was the theatre for the farewell evening show at 8pm. We got another drink from the bar – this time we both had long cocktails. We took our seats in the middle of a row on the balcony, which had the advantage of a great view, but the disadvantage of being a bit hemmed in. Well, I’m sure you can imagine that the continuous supply of drink continued to make its presence known and about half way through the show, I was squirming in my seat with desperation. I’d finished my cocktail and a brainwave hit me. The show was full of noise from the band and the singers, so I leant forward and discretely put the glass under my skirt. Very quickly, I filled the glass, but I’d underestimated my capacity and overflowed the top of the glass. I couldn’t stop and just kept holding it there, feeling warm and slippery wee running over the side of the glass and over my fingers before running down and falling to the carpet below. Having already made a bit of a mess, I carried on until I was empty, at which point I reckon I had about 330ml in the glass and probably another 200ml on the carpet. I put the glass down on the floor in front of my seat and shuffled back on the seat to enjoy the rest of the show. As I did so, I felt another couple of spurts erupt from my urethra and pool between my legs before slowly soaking gently into the seat.

At the end of the show, I picked up my very full glass as we left and I put it down on the bar at the back as we departed the theatre. Denise said to me “I’m dying for a wee, must get to the toilet”, so we went straight to the toilets outside the theatre, but with hundreds of other passengers having the same idea, we realised that it would be a long wait. “Don’t worry” she said “I’ll find somewhere else – I can’t wait that long”. We nipped out onto the promenade deck, which was pretty well empty due to everyone being inside enjoying the entertainment. Denise sat on one of the many deck chairs and as soon as she sat, I saw the look of relief on her face and saw a waterfall between the slats of the chair falling to the deck. Within about 30 seconds, she was done and the pool under her chair was spreading as the pee ran downhill towards the side of the ship. Within a few more seconds it had reached the gulley at the edge of the deck and was flowing along it towards the nearest drain and heading on its journey overboard. As it was dark and there weren’t many people about, Denise had been undetected and we headed back inside to find our next entertainment.

We went to the photographic sales area, where we looked at the various photos that the ships photographers had taken of us over the week. Some were pretty good, but we decided that they were too expensive and we didn’t buy any. I’m sure they would make more money if they sold them at half the price, because they would sell more. But I digress, sorry!

Next on the agenda at 9:30pm was a “Street Party” on the main central area of the ship. Various Ship’s entertainers where dressed up and encouraging the guests to join in with sing-alongs and dancing. It was packed and there was very little room to move. We were stood in the frontage of the “pub” bar, looking out onto the proceedings and joining in a bit sometimes. We both got pints of lager from the pub and very quickly put them away. Needless to say, we soon needed to pee again, but there was no way we were going to get through the crowds to a toilet. We discussed the options and agreed that we would both pee standing where we were and let the pee run down our legs. The pub had a carpet up the front door and therefore we shouldn’t make too much of an obvious mess. We kicked our shoes up and picked them up as if we had sore feet. Then, whilst singing away, I released my bladder and soon the pee was caressing the insides of my legs as it headed for the floor. I couldn’t hear anything, but I glanced down at Denise’s legs and saw the tell tale glistening on the inside of her legs which showed that she had joined me in a communal release.

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