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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 there were two crew members in a cage travelling along the outside of the ship cleaning the windows of the upper deck. They were looking intently at us and I just knew that they had seen everything. I smiled and Jenny called out "Good morning", which they acknowledged with "It is now!" and we burst into fits of laughter again.

After breakfast we decided to try some of the activities on the ship. We hadn't taken advantage of the rock climbing wall yet, so we went and watched that for a while, then decided we'd have a go. The conditions said that socks were a requirement but thankfully they didn't mention anything about knickers as we hadn't come prepared for that. We signed the requisite waver form and put on the climbing shoes and helmets, then fitted the harness over our (probably a bit to short) skirts. After about 10 minutes of standing in the queue and watching others climb, we each took our position at the bottom of the wall. There were ship’s crew anchoring the ropes and giving instruction on how to climb. As I set off up the wall, it started fairly easy and the instructor called out which holds to reach. Once I got to about 10 feet in the air, the instructor told me to reach out to the left with my left hand and then lift my left foot high and to the side for a distant support. I thought this seemed a bit strange and I looked down questioningly, and saw that his eyes were a bit wide, then I realised that he could probably see more than he bargained for up my skirt. Thanks to the harness he couldn't see everything, but he would still be having a pretty good view of my delicious bottom. As I realised his game, I decided to oblige and go with it. I suspect the people in the queue had a pretty good view as well as all the men were certainly looking upwards and soon I could hear encouraging calls of "you can do it - stretch!" At one point I slipped and fell from the wall, instantly being held by the rope, but it was a bit of shock and in that split second I leaked a bit and I felt spurts of pee warm around the harness, then drops of pee started falling about 20 feet to the deck. I managed to clamp the flow, but it was still noticeable. I managed to regain my grip on the wall and completed the climb to the top, where I rang the bell. Then I pushed back off the wall as instructed and the instructor lowered me on the rope - I think he lowered me faster than normal, because the sides of my skirt blew right up and exposed me to the people below. It was only the harness that stopped it blowing right up all round. Back on the ground I said "Thank you" to the instructor to which he responded "No, thank you!" I think I had made his day. I looked across to find that Denise was just reaching the top and from where I was standing I realised just how good a view they must have had up my skirt as I could now see Denise's cheeks clearly around the side of the harness. I took off the safety kit and returned the harness to the desk. I apologised to the crew member "I'm sorry, it is a bit wet". He laughed and said, "Don't worry, it isn't the first time" then proceeded to turn around and put it on the rack. He wiped it down with a tissue and I'm saw I saw him put it in his pocket rather than the bin. Then he wiped it again with a cleansing wipe.

We grabbed a coffee from the nearest bar, then we decided to go for a round of miniature golf. Whilst Denise was teeing off, I sat on a little mound that bounded the side of the course and was covered in a green outdoor carpet - the same surface as the golfing area. I really needed to pee properly now and although there were people around, I decided that I would get away with peeing directly onto the carpet as long as I didn't draw attention. I slowly and gently allowed my pee to trickle out onto the mound. The feeling was exquisite as it pulsed into the carpet directly next to my clitoris. The golden liquid was partially absorbed by the carpet as it ran down the front. Denise had played her shot and invited me to take my go. "Just a minute, I'm busy" I said. "What?" then she looked between my legs and realised what I was doing. "ahh, I see. OK, mind if I join you?" She sat next to me and as I was finishing up, I heard a gentle hiss as Denise watered that grassy carpet next to me. The two puddles formed at the base of the mound, but they soon soaked in leaving not a lot of trace apart from the fact that the area was a bit squelchy.

After golf, we went to lunch and enjoyed the succulent food on offer along with a selection of beverages - we decided to have water and wine with our lunch and then finished off with tea.

The afternoon was spent round the pool and in the Jacuzzi. Both of us peed in the pool whilst we were swimming, savouring the warmth between our legs in the cool pool, but not really much else to report. We then sunned ourselves on loungers and at the end of the afternoon we got up to head back inside to prepare for dinner. I was going to wait to get back to our room to pee, but when I stood up, I felt the weight of my bladder was more than I thought and I didn't think I'd make it the length of the ship and then down 5 decks. Anyway, I thought I'd give it a go. We put our robes on over our bikinis and set off along the pool deck and into the vestibule where the stairs were located. "Just a minute" said Denise and she sat on the edge of a comfy arm chair in the central area between the port and starboard staircases. She made a show of looking at some magazines that were on the coffee table in front of her, but I knew that couldn't have been why she stopped. My suspicions were confirmed as I heard the quiet but characteristic hiss that I had become familiar with over the last few days. I said "That looks like an interesting magazine" and I squatted down next to her chair looking at the same pages. As Denise's hissing continued, I started to pee through my bikini onto the carpeted floor. The carpet was a plush very soft carpet and my stream was falling with a gentle splashing noise as it pooled before being absorbed. Soon Denise finished hissing and I finished splashing. We both stood up. The carpet was very squelchy and the chair's cushion was completely covered with a large wet stain. "Oh dear" said Denise "I forgot my bikini bottoms were wet from the pool", then laughed. She turned the base cushion of the seat over and we dragged the chair slightly to the side so that it covered my wet patch.

Then we finally headed back to our room. I will write in separately about the events from Dinner and the evening.

Jenny xx.

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 apart and that a stream was falling from under her short nightdress between her legs, glistening in the morning sunlight and splattering to the deck between her feet. Drops were bouncing from the deck and splashing over her bare feet. I smiled and joined her with my own first pee of the morning. It is a shame nobody could see from behind as the view of the two of us with short nightdresses riding up to our pert bottoms as we leaned forward on the rail would have been nice enough, but with the two streams falling to the deck, backlit by the sunlight it must have been great. It was fantastic that we could both be so relaxed and enjoy ourselves without inhibitions.

We soon went inside to get dressed. As we had been stood in our puddles, we left wet footprints on the balcony and onto the carpet of the room as crossed to the wardrobe to select clothes for the day. I pulled my nightdress over my head and flicked it to the bed as I then walked naked to the bathroom. Jenny was busy making coffee. I had a quick shower, then came out whilst still dripping a bit. The carpet was getting damp anyway, so I let a little spurt of pee out as I walked across to get my coffee. I didn't have much pee in me, but it was nice to let it go as I walked and leave a trail of drips behind me. Jenny had finished making coffee and was selecting clothes for the day. I joined her at the wardrobe to make my own selection. We were going canoeing, so we needed practical clothes rather than our usual dresses and short skirts. We both selected tight leggings a T-shirt and sweatshirt which we thought would be suitable as they would allow us the freedom of movement, would be warm enough and would be OK if they got wet whilst canoeing. Mine were grey leggings with a bright pink sweatshirt. Jenny's were black leggings with a light blue sweatshirt. The shirts were tight, so they showed off our shapely busts and we didn't worry about underwear, so the leggings showed the best of our curvaceous bottoms. Who said comfortable and practical couldn't also be sexy?

We went to get a hearty breakfast to sustain us for the day and washed it down with more coffee and orange juice before heading down to the meeting point for our trip for the day. The idea of the trip was that a coach took us to a point some miles upstream on a river and we paddled back downstream along the river and then out into the Fjord to finish very close to the ship. It was a lovely day and we were looking forward to it. Neither of us had done much canoeing before, but the trip said "No experience necessary", so we didn't worry too much. The tickets said that it was a physically demanding trip and that we should ensure we took water with us from the ship as we needed to stay hydrated and there may not be much opportunity to obtain drinking water on the trip, so we each took two, one litre bottles of water with us when we went to the meeting point. A group of 26 of us soon boarded the bus near the ship. The guide was telling us about the route. We would drive up to the start point, which was some way up one of the valleys leading to the Fjord. We would be briefed on the equipment and then paddle for a couple of hours before stopping at a quiet picnic place with a little cafe for lunch and then carry on for another couple of hours back to the ship. It sounded ideal.

About an hour later we got off the coach and found two vans parked with canoe trailers. There were two river guides getting the kit set up for us. It was now about two hours since we'd had breakfast and the coffee was going through me. It was obviously the same for a few others as one young lady asked the river guide where the toilets were. The guide, a fit looking bloke, typical outdoor sort, explained that there were no toilets at that point, because we were out in the wilds, but that there would be a toilet at the lunch stop. With that, several of the men in the group headed for a nearby field and lined up behind the hedge to water the ground. We couldn't see anything, but it was fun to see the line of heads and shoulders above the hedge, knowing full well what they were doing. Some girls were somewhat more reluctant and despite chattering amongst themselves, it appeared that they decided to hold it. Jenny and I have never been ones to suffer discomfort for the sake of finding a place to pee, so we headed down to the riverside where we found some large rocks. We slipped behind them and slid down our leggings, squatted down and allowed our pee to give the stones on the river bank a good wash. As our pee hissed, splashed and splattered onto the rocks, two other girls rounded the rocks and one of them said "Can we join you? We drank far too much at breakfast and there's no way we are holding for another two hours. We saw you heading hear and guessed we were of like mind". "Carry on", I said and gestured to the beach in front of us. It was totally open to the river, but completely hidden from the group getting ready. We had seen the two newcomers about the ship and they introduced themselves as Connie and Ronnie. Connie had long blond hair, was quite short but very shapely. Ronnie was taller with dark hair. They both quickly pulled down their trousers and squatted low to the ground so that they reduced splatter. I could see right between their legs and as my pee dwindled to a few drips, Connie started blasting the stones. Her peed blasted forward in a strong stream and must have cleared a good 18 inches in front of her clean shaven pussy. Ronnie was a bit slower starting, and her stream was thick and more vertical. Her neatly trimmed hair glistened with moisture drops around the main stream. By now, Jenny and I had finished, so we did a little shake and stood up, replacing our leggings. Connie and Ronnie soon finished as well and we headed back to the group. There was a brief safety briefing, issue of buoyancy aids and instruction on the use of the kit. I had done kayaking before with a double bladed paddle, but this was Canoeing with a single blade paddle. We were told that the canoes were for two people and those who hadn't paddled before were best in the front of a canoe with better paddlers preferred for the rear seat, as this was the person that did most of the steering.

We were paired with some young lads who were regular canoeists; Jim and Tim. Soon we were underway and chatting to the lads and heading downstream. It was a lovely trip and fairly uneventful for the first hour and a half. We paddled in a leisurely manner, taking in the scenery, enjoying the sun and sipping on our water as we went. Then we came to some rapids which made it a bit more interesting. They were obviously not serious rapids as we were novices, but it was enough that it made water splash over the front of the canoe and it soaked my light grey leggings, turning them instantly dark. Jim, sitting behind me laughed and said it looked like I had wet myself. I laughed as well and then said, "Well actually, I could do with another pee after all this water - Do you mind?" Jim, said "We will be stopping in about half an hour, but if you really need to go now, we could let the guide know and then pull in so you can find a bush". Now it was my turn to laugh "No need for that I said and I slid my bottom slightly backwards so that it overhung the back of the little bench seat (apparently it is called a thwart, but it didn't thwart me!). I relaxed my sphincter and in seconds a stream of pee was pouring through my leggings and splashing into the small amount of water that was sloshing around in the bottom of the boat. Jim was silent and I looked over my shoulder to see his jaw had dropped and he was staring intently at the flow emanating from within my leggings. I also noticed a light movement in the front of his shorts and they seemed to be a bit fuller than they had been previously. I said "Well you said it looked like I had wet myself, so I might as well make it justified and anyway it saves wasting time pulling over and baring my backside for all to see. Looks like you didn't really have any objection...." as I gestured to the bulge in his shorts. When Jim came to his senses he admitted that he had been a little shocked that I'd peed so openly without being embarrassed and that it did indeed have a bit of an effect on him. He also admitted that he needed to go, so I encouraged him to just let it go. His shorts were not wet, so he pointed his penis out of the leg of his shorts and peed a stream into the bottom of the boat. We chatted on for the next half an hour until we got to the rest stop. It turned out that there were only two toilets there, so with the 26 of us and 2 river guides, that made quite a queue for the loo. It was only the river guides, Jim and I that didn't join the queue. Jenny asked how I could possibly not need the loo and I just said that I'd already dealt with it. "You didn't! Not in the boat! With Jim there?!" I just smiled and went to get something for lunch (and another drink).

I won't bore you with details of the rest of the trip, but about two hours after the lunch stop, we arrived at our destination, It was a little boat store on the shore of the Fjord, about 15mins walk from the ship. The guides told us to empty the boats of any water that may have got in on the trip and to put them upside down on the rack. Jim and I turned our boat upside down and the water plus our pee poured out onto the beach. We returned it to the rack. Again, one of the girls asked about a toilet and was told that the shed was just a store and had no running water or toilets, but that we'd be back to the ship in about 20 minutes. Jenny and I went into the shed to hang up our buoyancy aids in the drying room. I thought about having a pee on the floor there, but there were too many people around. Just then, I felt a tug on my shoulder and Jenny said, "I'm sorry, but I really need a wee and I'm not going to make it back to the ship. Can you cover me for a minute?" She didn't wait for an answer, but disappeared behind a row of bins in which paddles were stored. I followed her and we found ourselves in a storage area at the back of the shed with racks of shelving housing all manner of ropes, buoyancy aids and abseiling equipment. This was obviously the dry storage area as the floor was carpet tiles rather than the concrete of the wet area. The area between two racks was well hidden and I guessed at Jenny's plan. Within moments she had backed up into a corner behind the rack and had pulled down her leggings, she sat on a pile of buoyancy aids with her pussy hanging over the front. with one last nervous look round, she let loose and sprayed a fan of pee from her urethra. It rained down onto the old and already stained floor tiles. The pile of the carpet was quite thin, so it didn't absorb very quickly and the puddle spread out across the floor. She peed for a good 30 seconds and as the stream faded to a sequence of drips, she looked much relieved. She quickly pulled up her leggings and smiled at me. "All done! lets get out of here". "Not so fast", I replied, "I'm not walking back to the ship with a full bladder either". My leggings were still very wet, so I simply knelt on the floor with my feet slightly apart behind me and lowered my bum so I was sat on my heals. I pretended to be looking in my bag in case anyone came, but I released my bladder and for the second time that day my pee was cascading out of the back of my leggings. This time it was pooling on the carpet tiles and spreading out. I soon felt it reaching my feet, but I didn't stop until I was well and truly done. The feeling of warmth around my crotch was delightful and I felt like I was being caressed by my own pee.

As soon as I was done, I stood up and we made our way back through the shed - still busy with people putting kit away - and outside. We headed back to the ship with the group and I noticed the girl who had asked about the toilets was walking a little oddly, taking small steps and pressing her legs together. She occasionally stopped and held herself between the legs. Jenny and I looked at each other and shared a knowing smile. Once again, we were much better off for our relaxed approach to relieving ourselves.

Sorry it was a bit long, but I hope you have enjoyed it.

Love Denise.

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 getting up early due to partying the night before. We didn't really bother with breakfast, but just had coffee in our room and then grabbed some fruit juice from the cafe on our way down to the meeting point. We went ashore with our group and walked to the train. As we boarded I said to Jenny that I really should have had a pee, but there was bound to be a toilet on the train. We got on the train and found a seat and I looked for the toilet in the carriage, but couldn't see one. The train pulled out of the station and I asked the guide about the toilet, but she said that there was none on the train, but I could go in the hotel where we were having waffles and coffee at the end of the line in about an hour. An hour! I wasn't sure that I could wait 10 minutes. Well I thought I'd give it a try - after all, the train was pretty busy, the seats where vinyl covered and the floor of the train was a hard surface - even though I'm not averse to peeing just about anywhere, I do like to be discrete about it, oh for a carpeted floor, at least then I could have stood with my legs together and let the pee out gently down my legs and allow it to soak into the carpet unnoticed.

The views from the train were spectacular and I was slightly distracted for a while, but then we stopped at a view point to see a waterfall!! Well, I ask you, is there anything worse when you are crippled by a need to pee than to be stopped right next to a waterfall???!!! We had five minutes to get off and admire the waterfall. I was going to stay put, but then I had an idea. The viewing platform was crowded, so I got down from the train and merged in between the people. It was shoulder to shoulder with people craning to see the waterfall. The noise from the water thundering over the falls was enough to drown out more minor noises, so I stood there, right in the middle of the people and just let it go. The pee jetted into my knickers and ran down my legs under cover of my knee length skirt, over my sandals and onto the floor. Nobody saw a thing - they were all too busy with the waterfall.

I got back on the train, much more relaxed and we carried on to the coffee and waffles at the hotel.

We had an hour there before the return train and by the end of that time, Jenny needed to pee and I needed to pee again. There were only two toilets in the reception area of the hotel - one for men and one for ladies, but the hotel had opened two bedrooms with ensuite toilets and designated them ladies and gents as well. There was still a bit of a queue when we went and time was running out for getting the return train, so we both went into the bathroom at the same time. Whilst Jenny proceeded to use the toilet, I decided that the bath was good enough for me. She slipped down her jeans and knickers in one move, hovered over the toilet and let out a gentle stream. I lifted the back of my skirt, slipped down my (still damp) knickers and sat on the edge of the bath. As Jenny was tinkling into the water of the toilet, I jet washed the side of the bath. Soon we were both finished Jenny wiped and flushed, pulled her jeans back into place and was ready to go. I didn't bother to flush the bath and there wasn't much point in wiping as my knickers were damp anyway. I stood, replaced my knickers and dropped my skirt before we both left and walked past the queue ready to return to the station platform and await the train.

Love,

Denise.

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 Norwegian Fjords at about 11am this morning. The port was a long way in land and I expected that we would be well within the Fjord now.

I got out of bed, naked, and grabbed the bath robe provided by the cruise company. I opened the curtains and stepped out onto the balcony to find Denise was leaning on the balcony rail in the same attire. The mountains were close to the ship as we were sailing up the Fjord and the scenary was quite spectacular. Denise said "Good morning. I'm glad you are up, I wanted to make some coffee, but didn't want to disturb you" I replied "You shouldn't have worried, but thanks - I'll put the kettle on". Whilst I was inside, I heard a splattering sound outside and thought to myself that the crew must be washing the balconies above. However, I looked out of the door and saw Denise standing with her legs apart, still bent forward leaning on the rail and a strong stream falling from under her robe, directly between her legs. The stream continued as I watched the pee hitting the balcony floor and bouncing up to splash over the bottoms of her legs and her feet. Denise made no move to avoid the splash and just stayed there fully relaxed. I appeared in the doorway with the coffee, just as her stream dwindled to a few last drips. "Sorry", she said, "I just needed to make room for the coffee" and then laughed. I realised that I hadn't done my morning pee yet and had a bit of a nagging in my bladder. "Don't worry", I replied, "It just runs away down the drain - I might join you - after all, the bathroom in the room is far too small and the view out here is much better." With that, I sat on the chair, which had a plastic slatted seat, lifted my robe up from underneath me and relaxed back to look at the view whilst drinking my coffee and releasing my bladder. A warm jet surged forth and blasted between the slats onto the balcony floor, with a bit catching the slats and spreading to the sides onto my legs. The sound of the splattering onto the hard floor was accompanied by a lovely hiss and the feeling of relief whilst being relaxed on the chair was exquisite. Soon I was empty and all that remained was a veritable puddle which was slowly trickling over the slightly sloped balcony floor towards the gutter at the outer edge.

After breakfast (including more coffee, juice and water), we went out onto the top deck and watched as the ship manoeuvred alongside the tiny port of Skjolden. To call it a port was somewhat of an overstatement; it was just a pier that was about a third of the length of the ship and a small building through which people had to pass to reach land. The ship dwarfed the port, but in turn, the ship was dwarfed by the adjacent mountains. Once docked and the gangways put in place, we disembarked and walked into the nearby town, which consisted of just a few souvenir shops, a pub, tourist information and some houses. We noted that the only public toilet was in the tourist information centre and already had a large queue. We decided to skip that experience and go for a walk up to a viewpoint which was signed from the road. We carried water bottles, which we drank readily on the way up the steep climb. Once we got to the view point, we looked out and took in the vista of mountains and the Fjord snaking up between them. The cruise ship was there in the distance and looked a lot smaller from up here. There were about 20 people at the viewpoint and there were constant arrivals and departures as more people came up from the ship and then turned to head back down after looking at the view. By now, I needed a wee again and from the walk up, I could tell that most places on the route were not particularly easy to find a secluded place due to the steep mountain with the path cut into it. So I decided that as most people were coming up to the viewpoint and then going back, I would go further on, where nobody seemed to be going. I told Denise and she said she would join me. We walked on a bit further. The path was rocky and narrow, but within about 100 metres we were round an outcrop and out of site of the view point. I was pretty desperate by now, so we agreed that this would do. We stepped up onto a flat rock that was just above the path and we both lowered our jeans and knickers, squatted down and let forth our respective pees. Mine was jetting forward and then streaming down and off the front of the rock towards the path. Denise’s was a little more controlled and was falling more vertically and pooling underneath her before starting to run off the front of the rock. We had been going about 10 seconds when we heard a male voice, then before we had chance to cut our intense streams, two young men appeared around the outcrop. They saw the pee pouring off the front of the rock and looked up to see us fully exposed with our pussies on display between our legs and glistening flows emerging onto the rock. I went bright red but Denise burst out laughing. I apologised to the men and one of them, a handsome young lad wearing shorts and a polo shirt said “Hey, don’t worry, nothing to apologise about – we were looking for the toilets ourselves! I guess the gents must be just a little further along – great view though, isn’t it?”. I wasn’t sure whether he was talking about the view of the Fjord or the view between our legs although I suspect, possibly the latter. With that, they walked about another 10 metres, then turned to face the Fjord before lowering their zips and peeing their own streams over the edge. Denise and I enjoyed watching as we pulled up our jeans and jumped down from the rock. We headed back to the view point and then followed others down the hill towards the ship.

On the way, we were behind two ladies in their early twenties, who were obviously not outdoor types at all. They were wearing insubstantial shoes and smart blouses and trousers. One of them was stopping every now and again and grasping at her crotch. We overheard as she said “Damn, I wish I’d braved that queue at the tourist information, but who’d have thought they wouldn’t have toilets at the viewpoint!” The second girl said “I know, what kind of place is this! I’m pretty desperate myself, but I’m not going to bare my bits out here.” The first girl responded with “ I would never want to do that and it is far too busy anyway, but I really am losing it.” The banter continued and they disappeared from view briefly as the path turned a corner. As we rounded the corner, we found the first girl doubled over and pee was rushing through the back of her trousers and splashing messily to the floor. She looked highly embarrassed and she was getting some very strange looks from some people who were coming up the path. Her friend was managing to hang on, but looked like she was getting worse, then suddenly she said “Oh sod it, I can’t wait any more and she dived behind a tree, ripped down her trousers and let out a waterfall from a high squat, an embarrassed redness spreading over her face. As we continued to walk by, I commented to Denise “I think we took the best choice there girl”, She laughed agreement.

Back in the village, we called into the pub for a drink sitting at a table which looked out over the Fjord. Soon we realised that the time was getting close to 4pm and we needed to be back on board by 4:30 for sailing. We headed back along the waterfront road towards the ship, along with hundreds of other people. “I should have gone for a pee before we left the pub” said Denise “I thought I’d wait until we got back to the ship, but looking at that queue of people waiting to get back aboard, I think it might take a while”. I agreed as the beer from the pub was now well on its way through my body and my bladder was becoming distended again. I spotted some holiday homes on the waterfront. They were two storey apartment type buildings of wooden construction. The upper apartments accessed by steps and a partially enclosed walkway along the back. I said to Denise “I don’t think we will make it, but I’ve got an idea – come with me....” I led Denise up the stairs onto the secluded walkway on the first floor of the holiday homes. Once crouched down below the enclosed edge, we would be out of view of passers by. We made it look like we had gone up there to get a better view for photos of the ship, then we quickly moved towards the end of the walkway where the door of the apartment was situated. There was a doormat outside the door. Perfect. Nice and absorbent and would dampen any noise. For the second time since leaving the ship, I slipped down my jeans and knickers and adopted a low squat over the mat. I relaxed and closed my eyes as my pee started to dribble out, then fortified to a constant stream with associated hiss. About thirty seconds and I was done, a few last spurts and that was total relief. I shook the drips off and eased my knickers back into place before standing up and pulling up my jeans. I swapped places with Denise and she repeated the process although she adopted a high squat, leaning back against the door of the house for support. Her pee initially dribbled down over the doorstep, but then as it strengthened, the stream targeted the mat in front of her. Once finished, she stood straight up and pulled her jeans up. I hope nobody was looking as her pussy would have been visible above the walkway side.

With that, we left the scene and headed back to the ship, ready to enjoy dinner and the evening entertainment.

Jenny. XX

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 lunch where we had consumed several drinks of water and juice in the buffet and then brought coffees out onto the pool deck with us. We were sunning ourselves in our bikinis and reading our books. About an hour had passed when Denise said to me that she needed to pee. I said that she had better put her skirt and shirt on then as the ship had a policy of no swimsuits in the indoor area. She said, "Oh don't worry about that, I wasn't thinking of going indoors". With that, she stood up and wandered over to the hot tub, climbed the stairs and descended into the water, with several men following her curves with their eyes. She sank into the water and sat on the underwater seat which ran around the edge of the tub. There were 6 other people in the tub, a mix of ladies and men. She chatted to the lady next to her and stayed in the tub for just a few minutes and then she was back. As she laid back on the lounger, she said "That is much better". She told me how she had sunk into the tub and then almost immediately released her bladder to form a jet through her bikini into the warm and bubbly water whilst chatting to her neighbour. The relief was exquisite and nobody noticed a thing.

A little later, I was also bursting to go, but I really couldn't be bothered to get up. The attendents had just brought more drinks round and I was quite happy where I was. Denise said not to worry and that I should just go where I was. I commented that I'd seen a woman on YouTube that had peed on her lounge chair on a cruise ship, but everyone looked at her and security escorted her away. "You don't want to be that obvious" Denise replied. "Look, you have two of the pool towels with you. You are laid out on one and if you fold the other and place it under you, you can pee slowly into it and nobody will even notice.

I considered the options and was still somewhat dubious, but eventually I decided to go for it. I placed the folded towel under my bottom with a good chunk of it also in front of my crotch. Whilst still reading my book, I relaxed and allowed the pee to come. First a little jet wet the bikini, then a steady trickle flowed out, pooling around my bum and soaking gradually into the towel. I carried on letting small streams out over the next couple of minutes, allowing the towel to catch up on absorbency duties. Eventually I was empty and I slipped the sopping towel out and placed it on the floor under the lounger. When we were finally ready to move on, I simply put both my towels in the towel return baskets and collected two fresh ones for next time. So convenient!

In the evening, we had formal night, where everyone dresses up really smart. The gents were in tuxedos or suits and the ladies in a variety of evening gowns and cocktail dresses. I had a long flowing navy dress which went all the way to the floor. Denise's dress was shorter but flared. After dinner, Denise and I went to the theatre show. We both had wine with dinner and had cocktails and also and iced soda to drink in the show. The show was very entertaining, but Denise found the liquid was running through her. Part way through, she whispered in my ear, "Sorry, I can't wait any longer..." then she moved slightly forward on her seat and whilst everyone was attentively watching the pretty amazing acrobatics on stage I heard a fait hiss and a spattering sound as she peed out her drinks onto the carpet. She took the empty glass from her soda and laid it on its side on the floor under her seat - then as we left the theatre at the end, she pointed out the row of seats to a nearby attendant and said she was sorry but she had kicked her drink over on the carpet. The attendant replied "Don't worry about it, it happens all the time". With that, we moved out of the theatre and into the nearest bar.

As predicted, it was busy with all the people pouring out of the theatre. So, we stood at the bar and had another drink. By this time, I was also desperate for a pee, but I had taken sensible precautions and not put on any underwear under my long dress. I kicked off my shoes and stepped slightly to the side, then as I stood with my legs together, I chatted to Denise and the barman whilst I released my bladder gently and allowed the warmth to caress the insides of my legs and flow gently down past my knees and over my bare feet, where it soaked slowly into the carpet. My dress was full enough that nobody could see a thing and when I was done, I just stayed in the same place, but moved my legs to a more natural stance. When we were ready to leave, I slipped my feet back into my shoes and we headed off. The dark carpet and low lighting meant there was nothing obvious, although it was slightly squelchy!

That was on the second day of our 1 week cruise. Needless to say, these ideas and a few others were repeated over the course of the week. We also had some trips ashore, where there weren't too many obvious toilets, but I am sure you will understand that this didn't cause us too much inconvenience. I'll write in about that separately

Jenny. XX