DannyRomand

A few years ago I hooked up with a girl I met out in a bar in London. I liked her a lot, genuinely nice, no pretence or messing around. Pretty, glasses, cute body (exceptionally pointy nipples!), red/brown hair and looked after herself. She was witty and super smart. Generally great fun to talk to and be around.

We'd been seeing eachother for a little while when she invited me to her new place. It was a house share with two other girls. They had their boyfriends over for some drinking as a low-key house-warming. We had a few drinks and I stayed the night.

In the morning I turned over and spooned her. We were both naked and I was hoping that my semi against her bum might work as a not so subtle invitation. I also put my arm across her, which she quickly moved up to her chest "not on my tummy" she groaned "I really need a wee but don't want to get out of bed". 

We lay there for a little while longer until we heard the bathroom become free. She jumped out of bed and grabbed her pj bottoms, only to hear her housemate talk to her other housemate and her boyfriend who had apparently been waiting to go in. The bathroom door shut and locked again.

"Shit!" she said, now slowly slipping on a top and grabbing her washbag, only.to slump back onto the bed. "I'm literally going to burst", she said "I think they're both in there. They better not start shagging in there or I'm going to wet myself for sure"

After some time she stood up and started to walk around the room, genuinely getting agitated. Throwing her hands in there air, though in truth they really hadn't been so long. 

Intermittently she would sit back down on the bed and cross her legs, fake sobbing and squirming..Or wedge her hand between her legs and cross them around her hand. 

"Does that help?" I asked, unhelpfully "seems like it would be a bit like squeezing the end of my dick. Too late once it's got to that point". 

"It helps me clench my muscles" she said "it's easier when you have something to push against. But anyway, stop talking about it".

"Why don't you just go and knock on the door?" I said. She didn't reply but also didn't move.

"I don't even know if I can move now" she said as she slammed her fists against the bed. 

She leaned forward, crunching up tight and groaning, her legs practically plaited together by this point. 

"Shit! I just leaked a bit" she said looking horrified. 

I started laughing "let me check!". 

She scowled at me "No! You don't need to, I just felt it touch my hand through my PJs!"

She leaned over to one side. I could see her fingers clamped between her legs over her pussy, and a slightly darker damp patch of fabric over her arse around them.

"You need to help me, I'm going to have to go in something. Please, go and find me something".

I quickly got dressed and headed downstairs into to kitchen and then the living room, before finally finding an plastic ice cream tub in the utility room.

"Don't watch" she said as I handed it to her. She quickly put a knee either side of the tub and let go. I heard a powerful hiss and the tub being quickly filled with her pee. As she emptied her bladder she slumped over, deflating like a doll with a puncture. 

"Oh my god"she said " Well that's embarrassing! I expect you're going to wait until I'm in the bathroom and then creep out and never come back. And just to say, I totally understand that!" She joked.

I could see she was genuinely quite embarrassed so I decided not to tease her more. She stood up and pulled her pj bottoms from her legs. She'd clearly leaked some more while I was downstairs. They were damp and she squirmed and winced as the cold wetness touched her skin. She took another pair of PJ's from her drawer and put them on. I gave her a hug, looking at the brimming tub of straw coloured morning pee over her shoulder.

She put her wet PJ's over the tub and we slipped back into bed to wait for the bathroom to become free.

I was about an hour into a three hour journey when I stopped by the side of the road to fix the hands free kit in my car 

This was on a busy A Road in the UK, but I'd managed to find one of the larger lay-bys which was slightly further off to the side behind a small row of trees. No facilities, but the kind of place a lorry driver might stop in for an couple of hours rest if there was nowhere else.

I parked at the back of the verge. Then i set about trying to fix my CarPlay system that had been playing up since I set off.

I was just fiddling with it when a small Mazda pulled in. It was a few years old, dusty silver and had seen better days. It stopped up ahead just behind the lorry.

When the driver's door opened an auburn haired girl stepped out. She looked mid to late 20's, and whilst her features were angular and attractive, overall she had a tomboy kind of look.

Her short hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, and she was wearing what I'd describe as a safari outfit. 
Short sleeved sandy coloured shirt, tight across her chest, then shorts and work boots.

My best guess is that she worked at a wildlife park, but may also have been for an animal rescue centre or similar. Certainly she worked outdoors because she I could see she was freckled and tanned, and her limbs were toned rather than skinny.

She looked in my direction, seeing me as she went around the back of the car. Not wanting to interrupt anything she might do, I looked down to appear disinterested in her.

I saw her scan the hedgerow, apparently looking for gaps, but upon seeing no better options she decided to go by the passenger side of her car.

She opened the door, stood in the space created, unbuttoned her shorts and in a single motion hooked her thumbs into her waistband and pulled them to her knees while dropping into a crouch.

She grabbed the crotch of her stringy black knickers which had only made it half way, and pushed it down also.

I don't think for a minute this was a performance, but evidently she was pretty indifferent to having an audience. Either because she was a game outdoorsy type, used to popping a squat, or just because she was desperate.

Aside from a quick initial glimpse of her pale white bum cheek, my view was squarely side on. 
With one hand steadying herself on the edge of the car door rim, she had settled into what looked like quite an awkward squat. 

Legs stretching her shorts at her knees, then one foot significantly further forward than the other. More like half a lunge than a squat, presumably because of the sloped ground.

Her bum was a fair distance from the ground, which allowed me to see the torrent of sun kissed sparkling pee, as it showered from beneath her ass and spattered onto the concrete to create a creeping puddle.

She must have had a painfully full bladder because she stayed in position, peeing a constant stream.
I was transfixed and drank in the sight, this beauty, so natural as she met her body's needs out in the open air. 
Separated from hundreds of speeding cars by some thin bushes, pussy and ass exposed to the air and relieving herself onto the ground.

All the more exhilarating because I got to share the intimate feminine moment, I only wished I could have been closer and more obvious to fill my senses.

Finally as the last drips subsided, she reached forward into the car and her hand returned clutching a large tissue.

She crumpled then wiped between her legs from the front, and then dried splashes from the inside of her right thigh, up to her ass.

Still clutching the tissue and remaining low she put first her black thong into position, then stood as she pulled her shorts up, wriggling her hips and ass back into them. 

Avoiding the puddle she had created, she made her way to an overfilled bin while buttoning her shorts, and disposed of her pissy tissue. 

I'm not proud of my cowardliness but I looked down, rather than meet her gaze again. I looked up just to see her as she got back into the car and drove away. 

The magical moment was over and she left just her puddle, and me with mental image I would never forget.
 

Hi.

I read that pee is a fetish that is most often triggered by something specific, even if it's not until years later that you realise where it came from.

Interested to know whether you can pinpoint a moment that set you off on this path. 

Here is my story which I'm sure (alongside another which I have written about previously) led to my fascination.

As I said, love to hear your thoughts and your experience - 

My parents used to have some friends who had kids the same ages as myself and my older sister. Every few months we'd go over to their house. Our parents would go out for dinner, and us teenagers would stop in to watch videos, eat sweets etc.

Later on, the older siblings went off to university, leaving just me and their daughter of the same age.

At the time, as teenagers we were into playing video games, so we spent hours doing that. Their daughter used to love them and really couldn't stop giggling as we were playing. 

She'd complain every now and again that her giggling got so bad that she would wet herself a little, and occasionally she'd have to go off and change her pants where she had leaked.

I remember one time her asking me to look to see if she had wet herself, and bending over in front of me in her jeans so that I could tell her if she had.

Looking back, I think she was coming on to me (I think she was probably a bit more mature than me) but at the time I didn't really realise so took the request to look at face value. Nevertheless it was quite amazing to have a girl of my age stand in front of my and ask me to look at her bum.

I said that it was impossible to see through the thick material, so with a little daring she pulled the top of her jeans down over her ass.

I can still vividly remember that sight, first time, her pink comfortable cotton knickers, her legs pressed together so the bulge of her panty covered pussy poked out from under her ass. She had leaked pee slightly so that area was darker and moist, and a damp patch was making it's way along the groove, then slightly off to one side.

It was an amazing sight for a young lad, and both perfectly innocent that there was such a fetish.

Thinking about the missed opportunity still hurts me. Especially since that was one of the last time I saw her. Our parents were less friendly for whatever reason, and we at the ages where we stopped coming along anyway.

This is probably going back about 10 years now. In the good old days before I had so many responsibilities I was a bit of an activist and I attended some anti- austerity protests in London.

I went with a group of friends that I'd met at university. For a number of reasons the protest got a bit confrontational and the police started kettling the protestors. Kettling is where they confine protestors into groups by surrounding them and not letting them move so that they can be processed easier.

I got separated from our group alongside one of the girls who's name I can't actually remember, but we'll call her Trudi because it was something like that.

Trudi didn't do much to dispell the stereotype of an activist with her dreadlocks. She was quite attractive, and had a decent body, but I think it's fair to say she spent a little too much time smoking weed and not quite enough in the bath.
We got on well though, and at the time I would have said she was a good friend.

It was rough in that situation. A lot of other protesters were much more hardcore than us. It was scary and fighting was breaking out with police at the edges of the group. We found ourselves closer to the middle but it was a crush and you were buffeted like in a mosh pit.

After about an hour she pulls my arm and says she's desperate for a wee. She'd been holding on for add long as she could but couldn't manage it longer and needed my help to stop her getting knocked over and crushed.

I'm a fairly big guy so I kind of stooped with a wide stance, like a goalkeeper, and held my arms out in a circle to create an area for her to go.

She waited for a quieter moment and then facing me she pulled her tan cargo pants and knickers down and squatted, one knee slightly higher than the other. One hand holding the back of her pants up at her knees so they didn't get wet, and the other holding on to my arm for support.

She pissed hard, obviously forcing it out to do it quickly and it hit the concrete spraying yellow and foaming. She had a beautiful black bush and her position meant I just saw her lips which were quite long underneath. After only a couple of moments her piss puddle surrounded my trainer and she was finished but for a couple of drips.

In her hand she's grasping a tampon and in a swift motion she tugged the string between her legs and inserted the other. Then quickly she put the dangling used tampon in one of those little plastic packets of tissues wrapped in toilet roll and in the front pocket of her nap sack

She used my arms to pull herself up and then pulled her knickers and trousers back into place, reaching in to adjust herself before buttoning them.

She thanked me, but looking back I feel like I should have been thanking her.
We all got in huge trouble with some of the group getting arrested and some cautioned so we didn't really see much of eachother after that. Fine memory though

In the early 2000s I moved to London with my first real job and was living with friends. It was a great time, we did loads of partying, and in particular we made an effort to attend concerts and festivals whenever we could. I have a few stories from that time which I wanted to share here. This is probably the best.

We went to a festival down in the South West of England. It had been organised by a friend of a friend so it was really tiny.  No recognised bands or sophisticated set up, but it was charming, they'd put the effort in and there was loads of cheap west country cider to drink. I was with a mixed group of friends.

We'd spent the day drinking and checking the place out. Around dusk we were heading between the field with the hot tubs, bean bags and cocktail shack and back towards the main tent for the dancing to start.

My friend Emily and I needed to pee so we peeled off from the group. I've known her for years and she was grateful not to have to go alone. It was starting to get darker, and since most people had abandoned the toilets, we needed to pick our way across some muddy tractor tracks surrounding the field and into some trees. Not an easy job after all we had drank.

Emily, like me, was in her early 20's at the time. She had a great sense of humour and we always really made fun of each other. She had dark hair cut in a bob and an 'indie chick' look, like Louise Wener from her 'Sleeper' days. She looked good in jeans and tight long sleeved top.

We found a small area between trees, I went to the one side and her the other. Desperate by this time, I immediately unzipped and let it go. She was skulking around behind me, trying to figure out which spot to go in. 

I looked up to see her watching me and shaking her head. "Bastard, you guys have it so fucking easy, where am I supposed to go?" She said.

The whole area was on a bit of a slope, and the ground was slippy with mud. Also there wasn't a great deal of tree cover, but she eventually selected a spot to pee and I turned my back.

Apparently the small branch that she was using to help balance had snapped. All I heard at the time was a yelp and a snort of laughter.

I turned round to see her sat with her bare arse in the mud, her unbuttoned jeans and knickers down to just above her knees. She had her face in her hands and was laughing uncontrollably.

I stood there not really knowing what to do. "Don't just stand there" she said "help me out, and then never tell another soul for as long as you live"

I offered her my hand and helped her off the ground. Half looking, half looking away I couldn't help but see her neatly shaved line if pubic hair heading down between her thighs and had a momentarily glimpse of some generous lips beneath.

"I hadn't finsihed" she said. I turned my head away but held on to her hand to support her as she crouched.

She paused, waiting for it to come. I heard an initial trickle and splatter as she started to pee, then the hiss of a strong jet hitting the ground as she let it flow for a few seconds.

"I'm so sorry" she said, as I saw a shallow foaming puddle of pee creep across the ground and around my left trainer. I shifted it and picked her small bag up off the ground before that got a soaking as well.

"Would you mind having a look in there for some tissues?" she said. I managed to pick out a few and handed them over. She took one, wiped quickly between her legs and cast it to the side. Then she grabbed the rest and attempted to wipe the mud from the side of her arse.

Now stood up, she pulled her thong back into place. She pulled her face "eww" she said squirming as though felt wet when it met her body. I think she must have sprayed her pants when she fell.

"This is hopeless" she said, twisting to show me her ass cheek which was caked in mud. I pulled the sleeve of my shirt over my hand and brused her arse to try and clear some more. Smirking about cleaning her arse.

We did our best, then gave up. She just pulled her jeans up over her bum and fastened them. 

"What a nightmare" she said, "thanks! now I need a drink". We headed back to the camp.