Alfresco

9 minutes ago, Kupar said:

Fabulous @Alfresco! Thanks so much for telling us about it ... sounds like a great drive home - and I am sure Mrs A would have enjoyed the relief of going, and how considerate you were to shield her as best you could. Fingers crossed she doesn't mind doing it again in the future!

She said the relief was amazing. The look on her face confirmed it.  She absolutely knew that I stood there to enjoy the experience as much as shielding her but she did appreciate the shielding and was happy for me to enjoy the experience. 

This is going to be a bit long because I want to include the background for those who appreciate it as it helps to understand the build up to the main event.   If you don't like that, then skip down to the last three paragraphs.

Anyone who has read many of my posts will know that my wife is generally very selective over where she will pee and that generally that is very rarely outside, the exception being a few times when she does it to oblige me which has to be in a situation where she is 100% sure that nobody else will see and an incredibly small number of times where she has been so desperate that she had had no choice.   Well, one of these occurred over the weekend, completely unexpectedly.

We were at a fairly small scale visitor attraction for the day and we were there to the very end.   We finally packed up the car and were about to head out when we both decided we needed to pee before we left as it was at least an hour and a half to get home.  We had left peeing until we were ready to depart as we had recently had a couple of drinks each and we wanted to ensure that our bladders were as empty as possible before we hit the road.   However, as we headed for the toilet, one of the staff intercepted us and said that they had already locked up and were about to lock the gate.   We had no choice but to get in the car and depart with almost full bladders.

We decided that as we would be quite late home, we would stop at the McDonalds which was less than 10 minutes into the journey and could pee there.    We arrived there and went in, but found that unusually they were way behind on their cleaning.  The tables that weren't occupied were a mess, there was food and packaging on the floor, the bins were overflowing and so on.   However we found one table that wasn't too bad, moved the few bits that were on there and ordered food.   Whilst food was being prepared, I nipped into the toilet.  It was dirty in there too - of the two urinals, one had lots of pubic hair in it and the other was generally very dirty.  The cubicles were a mess also.   I needed to pee, so I just stood near the urinal and peed - at least I don't have to touch anything.  

We ate our food and drank large drinks and then Mrs A asked me if the toilets were as dirty as the restaurant.   I said that I couldn't comment on the ladies, but the gents was a mess.   She decided that if the gents were bad then the ladies would be worse and she said that she would "Cross her legs".   At this point, we were a minimum of 1 hour 20 mins from home.  However, with the decision made that she wasn't going to use the disgusting toilets, we left and hit the road.

About 20 minutes later, still an hour from home, she was starting to struggle and the following conversation ensued (or at least as close as I can remember):

Her: "Are there any services on the way home?   I'm getting desperate!"

Me: "There are some on the motorway, probably about another half an hour or so - if we don't hit any traffic."

Her: "I don't think I can make half an hour.   Isn't there anything else?"

Me: "There are a couple of small garages on these minor roads, but I don't know if they will have toilets and you would have to go inside to find out."

Her: "That would just add delay if they don't have a toilet.  But I need something.   Right now, I think I'd even consider using a bush."

Well that was music to my ears - with that already admitted, I was convinced that we were going to find a suitable outdoor pee spot.

Me: "Really?   You must be desperate.  You hate peeing outside"

Her: "Yes, I'm desperate.   I'll take anything.   I really should have gone in McDonalds but I hate dirty toilets and I thought I'd make it home.  It is dark, so I'm sure we can find somewhere."

By this time, my dick was already stirring in my trousers.

Me: "OK.  Well there is not much along this stretch as there are quite a few buildings, but we'll find something."

Her: "Please.   It is getting critical"

Me: "Well there is a cricket pavilion at the next junction, you could go behind that, but you wouldn't be hidden from the other road that joins the junction."

Her: "No, too much chance of being seen"

A bit further up, maybe a minute later, there was a row of parked cars.

Me: "I could pull in by the parked cars and you could go behind them"

Her: "No, that would be right on the pavement and anyone could come along".

Then we passed a large layby pull in.

Her: "That layby is too close to the main road"

As I'm imagining her squatting outside, my dick is now close to erect.

Me: "Right, I know of a little side road that goes to a farm.   No other traffic.   It is about as good as it gets - I know because I've used it before when I've been desperate".

Her:  "It's going to have to do.   I can't last much longer"

Me:  "OK.   About another 4 or 5 mins."

So, about four minutes later, we reached a roundabout, turned right down a little country lane that was a no through road leading to a farm.   On the right hand side there was a little pull in by a field gate.   I pulled in to the right so the drivers door was against the gate.    She had her seatbelt off as we came to a stop and was straight out of the door and round to my side of the car.   I got out and stood at the front of the car so that if any vehicle did come up the road then I would be shielding her.   She wasted no time in pulling her leggings down and squatting in a relatively high squat.  As soon as she was in position the floodgates opened and I could hear her pee blasting onto the ground accompanied by a lovely hissing.    I couldn't see a great deal due to it being dark, but I could see her squatted there and the sound was magical.   My dick was now fully erect and straining at my trousers.  I had to adjust it so it pointed straight upwards.

After about 40 seconds, the stream trailed off and she wiped with a McDonalds tissue that she had brought from the car.   She stood up and as she did so, I patted her bare bum and said that I'd really enjoyed it, but she had given me a bit of a problem in my trousers.  She laughed at that, pulled up her leggings, walked to the front of the car and discarded the tissue into some overgrown vegetation then got back into the car.

We then spent the rest of the car journey talking about it and when we finally passed the motorway services she said that there is no way that we would have got there with a dry seat.  It also sounds like that having done this now, she may be more up for it in the future if needs must.   She even talked about possibly planning a stop at that place again, knowing that it was nice and secluded.......  I have told her that she never needs to wait for a services as far as I am concerned.

Love these - particularly the statue.   Also love that on the linked page where it shows the construction process, there are three pics of the model posing for the body cast where it shows her totally nude and in pose, which confirms that the statue is an accurate model of a real person.  Firstly she is posed ready for the cast and then it shows her covered in the moulding material and finally she poses nude again next to the finished cast. Also interesting how her bush has grown between the first and third pics.  Nice job for the guy plastering her with moulding material.  Shame she didn't demonstrate the peeing to help in establishing the accuracy of the stream direction and strength (or maybe she did but they thought that was too much for the website).  Nice detail of her vulva on the resultant statue as well.

That's certainly an interesting read.

But more importantly, how do you get a job observing women squirting and catching their liquid in a cup?   I'm applying! 

I realise that I've been slow to come back with Part 2, but here we go:

We ate lunch, which was actually an "Afternoon Tea" menu.   As a consequence, I drank two large pots of tea and Mrs A drank one large pot of tea.   That, on top of the copious water we had drunk through the morning meant that I had to use the actual toilet before leaving the restaurant area, which was a bit of a disappointment.  However, we soon returned to the spa area for the afternoon.  We went into our respective changing rooms and got back into swimwear and robes.   I sat on one of the cushioned benches in the changing room and released a small amount of pee and then put a cushion on top of it.

I met with Mrs A outside the changing room and we decided to go for a swim in the main indoor pool.   This pool had people sat on loungers around the edge.   We had put our towels on a couple of loungers near the far end of the pool and I saw two alcoves, which I checked out.  One went to the toilets and the other was a shower that was just tucked round a corner.   Between them was a water fountain.   I poured two glasses and gave one to Mrs A.  We both drank and then got in the pool to swim.   At one point, Mrs A reached the end of the pool before me and stopped.  I was swimming up the pool and a lady in her thirties got up from her chair and walked down the stairs into the pool.  She then walked along the pool to the far end corner near where my wife was stood.  She said something to my wife and at that point I arrived.  The lady said she was looking for the toilets and my wife (unfortunately) pointed out that they were just behind us on the side.   The lady thanked her and hauled herself out of the pool and went into the toilet.   I am 100% sure that the lady didn't realise that there were toilets there and she had got into the pool to pee, going up to the quiet end in the corner for that purpose.   If she was looking for the actual toilet, she wouldn't have started by getting into the pool.   If I'd been there a few seconds earlier, I would have just said "Where you are is about as good as it gets" or something like that.   I stood next to my wife, leaning on the wall and she said something like "I just told that lady where the toilets were, but I'm just going to go here".   She then proceeded to pee in the water.   I said that was definitely a better option and asked why she had pointed out the toilets to the lady.   She said that she didn't think she should advertise the fact that she peed in the water, but I said that it was pretty obvious that is what the lady was about to consider doing if the toilets hadn't been pointed out to her.   I took the opportunity and emptied my bladder as well.

A little later, we were back in the spa area and I saw a group of four people come out of one of the saunas together and the first girl went immediately into one of the sensory showers whilst the other three (two girls and a guy) queued up at the entrance to the shower.   The first girl was in there for just about 30 seconds (not long enough for the sensory experience) and then came back out.  The guy then went in.   Whilst he was in there, the second girl, who was wearing a skimpy light blue bikini, then went and stood on the shower side of the grating drain at the threshold (as described in the first post) but still completely visible from the outside and not at all in the water.   She stood still for about 40 seconds and then she reached each leg in turn out into the shower and wiped it down.   I was looking over my wife's shoulder at this and she was asking me what I was looking at.  I told her I'd tell her later.  She turned round and saw the lady in the skimpy bikini and got a bit miffed for a few minutes but was convinced I was looking at the girl because I fancied her.   I took her aside out of earshot and explained that I was actually watching her because she was peeing and she was then OK about it - although she called me a pervert!

Later on, we went into an area that had something I'd never seen before.  They were laid back seating with tiled surface and they were heated.   The room had a dry heat to it.   Mrs A and I selected a seat each which were next to each other at one end of the room.   There were about 5 more that went down one side of the room. and two more opposite.   Whilst we were there, a group of six girls came in and took up their seats.   I noticed some liquid running down the side of the seat of the girl that was in the first seat on the side of the room.   That was to my right and about 5m away.   It could have been water from her swimsuit, but she wasn't dripping great puddles on her way in to the room, so I strongly suspect that she had peed herself whilst sitting there and just allowed her pee to run down to the floor on the tiles.   We left that room, but later on I went back there on my own when there was nobody else in the room.  I dipped my fingers in the puddle that was at the side of the chair and smelled it.  Yes, it was definitely pee although very dilute.    I also found that one bench had a puddle at the foot of the bench without any footprints leading up to it.  I didn't see who made that one and it could have been male or female, so I didn't test it, but again, it looked very much like it must have been pee.

After the above seating area, Mrs A and I went into other parts of the spa.   I went into a steam room, but she didn't want to do that.   The steam room was ideal with the steamy atmosphere making the bench wet and visibility low.   I sat on the bench and whilst I relaxed in the mist, I also relaxed my sphincter and released my bladder onto the bench.

Mrs A didn't tell me about any other peeing and after not much longer, she went to go and get showered and changed, but left me alone again because I wouldn't take as long as her to get ready.   I went and sat in a temperate room where there was a bench that went around the outside of the circular room and had a large round raised flat surface in the middle.  The seats were shaped to encourage you to put your feet on the central platform as a footstool, my bum sat into the lowest point of the seat and my back was reclined slightly.   Around the continuous seating bench, there were occasional small drainage holes - presumably so that they could be hosed down and water would drain away rather than collecting.   Of course they would also potentially get wet from people's swim suits.   I thought they were also perfectly designed for another purpose and again released my bladder whilst relaxing there.  I felt the pee pool between my legs and around my bottom before slowly draining away down the hole which I'd deliberately sat so that it was directly under me.

After that, I went and got showered and changed and unfortunately that was the end of the day.   I'd love to go back there some time and I know my wife would too.  When we've saved up a few more pennies, we might well give it a try again.

I've posted several times in different parts of the forums about how men can pee discretely if they don't stand and face a wall or a tree where it is blindingly obvious what they are doing.   Today I was out on my bike running an errand and I decided to take a few pics to show what I mean.   I wasn't really ready for a pee, so the volume in the puddle at the end is pretty dismal, but that isn't the point of the post.  

I went for the "Sit on a bench and don't look suspicious" option.   Along an open pathway, there was a bench just off to the side.  I sat on it, sitting slightly forward and arranged my dick so that it was only just peeking out of the leg of my shorts.   I reckon people could walk right past and not even notice.   This particular bench was out in the open so people would be able to see me from about 100m away in one direction and 50m away in the other, at which point they would certainly have no clue and if I saw someone coming then I could cut the flow and when they walked past they would not notice anything untoward.   Even if there was a puddle at my feet they would probably assume it was rain water especially as there were other puddles around.   Even if there wasn't a clear view for 100m, I would be happy peeing in this position as long as I had a chance to cut the flow before anyone got right next to me.  Position of the bench as below:

So, here is what it looks like from just above seat height - probably the most anyone would see and they would have to get close to even see that.  Would you suspect anything?

This one is taken from lower down so that you can see how I positioned myself.   Only the very tip of my dick is visible.   Yes you could hang your dick out fully, but that is hardly discrete.   Obviously nobody would see this close up or from this level simply by walking past.

And then, Start to pee.   Just allowing it to fall, no hands between my legs.   From the side, people would still have no idea unless up close because most of the flow would be hidden by my legs.

The resulting puddle - as I said, I didn't really need to pee, so it is only a small one this time, but very often it is significantly larger and would run onto the path or into the grass.   The puddle is the only real possibility of being caught, so it is better if you can choose a bench/log/wall/other suitable seating point where you have grass to hide your puddle, but as I said, even on concrete most people would not make the connection of the puddle being pee.

And just to prove that this is not some place miles from anywhere that nobody goes, just after I had finished a lady appeared on the path walking towards me.   I got up, got on my bike and cycled past her, then I stopped and turned to watch her walk past the bench.  She didn't take any notice at all of the puddle and just walked past.