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I'd pulled over at a layby yesterday to join a Zoom call yesterday afternoon after driving to meet a client. After saying hello and introducing myself to the group I quickly went on mute to let the presentation begin. Nature had also called me so I took my phone off the mount and got out of the car. With the odd car driving past I walked down the short embankment very carefully in my flats (I was driving) which led to some woodlands and trees. Continuing to listen to the call I walked over to a fallen tree. It was perfect to be used as a toilet! I unzipped my navy pencil skirt and lowered my pink lacy knickers to my knees as I assumed the squat position. I shuffled my bum backwards off of the tree so my vagina was not touching it but was face to face with the log. There I begun to wee up the log, spraying directly over it, and no more than a second after I had begun my wee, I was asked a question about the product! Exercising all my pelvic strength I stopped, shuffled forward again and dropped my blouse over my vagina to spare my mdesty as a last resort! I unmuted, and answered the question... for the next couple of minutes, knickers around my knees. I had barely let anything out so I was dying to go and whilst they responded further talking about their problem I let loose from where I was sat, spraying my wee forward whilst being careful to make sure my blue blouse didn't get in the firing  urinating line. I hastily relieved myself over the ferns, with my pale yellow wee, returning several hours of coffee to nature. Watching the urine drip off them I finished up before I had to speak again. I let myself drip dry as I answered the question quickly and bounced them over to my colleague, probably slightly panting as I did it. Then muting whilst I pulled my knickers back up and zipped up my skirt, heading back to the car.

Soime time after the call, my female colleague Lucy, a lovely peer of mine who used to do the same job as me, but as she's a couple of years older, messaged me asking if I was okay as it seemed like I was distracted on the call. I said 'to be honest Lucy I really needed a wee, awkwardly I had to find a bush on the way home...' I left it open ended as if I went to pee after rather than during. She laughed. 'Ah the field, she says. Sometimes it really tests you in surprising ways. Honestly, I've had to do it too. The client seemed keen though and thats what matters.' We laughed and moved on, but I begun to transfix on the thought of fashion conscious Lucy, popping a squat by her car in an empty car park, her wonderful dark thighs on show as she relieved herself like I just did. Oh my!

I guess we have all took a pee whilst on a call, but this felt like one of the more daring ones. I've even peed outside whilst on one or two Zooms before but I was purely listening only then!

Over the years I've been to different nights, clubs and meetups that involve various kinks. I've never posted about them before but have talked about them, whilst being very, very sure to maintain my own privacy as well as the the people's who go. At a lot of them nothing really happens and it's a chance to meet likeminded people. Sometimes a few things happen. The conversations happened but of course memory affects things, especially when your head is racing, and I had to keep names out of it!

This was just a meet up at a bar but led to some things happening. Everyone was mingling and I spoke to quite a few people, had a few drinks and so on. That night I wasn't in full fetish gear, but wore a leather 'bra', and paired this with a very tight and short leather skirt and roman sandals. I ended up getting on very well with a woman there, only a few years younger than me, blonde hair, blue eyed, and from Lithuania, with a very cute accent! She was wearing a short corset style dress with fishnets and high heels, all black like mine. It's quite common to talk about preferred kinks at these things and she asked me mine...

"I love V 'n E (voyeurism and exhibitionism) pretty much, so being fucked in public spaces, a cheeky flash... but I really love weeing in public! Watching it, doing it, indoor, outdoor, all over things, and talking about it" I remember awkwardly laughing a bit. Before I could ask her interests she responded

"Well, it's cute that you call it weeing when what you do is piss in the street. You might do that but I'd have to punish you, deal?"

"Deal"

We kept talking and at this point I had already begun to need a wee, but held it. We talked about life and where we lived, shared a sexual experience or two. In these sexual experience I found out she liked being dominant (duh) and had a little thing for feet. Luckily mine were on show and well looked after I thought to myself!

After talking and drinks, the night was getting later. My bladder was reaching breaking point; and the combination of being in a safe space and my own desires, I had already decided what I was doing, and with that I told her that I needed a wee desperately.

"Oh" she said. "What are you going to do about that? Looking at me quizzically.

"Well I think it's time I found a spot, and pissed in the street."

She laughed quite a bit and said "You animal, you know thats dirty"

"I guess so, but I really, really have to go and I'm not queueing for even a minute. But... maybe you will come with me... because you know, I'm clearly lacking discipline and someone has to give me some."

She stared at me before saying "Well come on then, you said you couldn't wait even a minute!" and gently slapped me on the bum.

With that she followed me out of the bar and I crossed the road walking down a smaller road road until I reached a narrow alleyway between a chicken shop and a closed mini supermarket, seemingly a dead end.

"This will do" I said dashing in.

"My God, look at you, you're really just pissing here"

"Shh!" I said, knowing people were still around. But I was immensely turned on that she had come with me.

I unzipped the side of my black skirt and lifted it up as necessary to get into a squat in this dark alley, and leaning against the wall of the chicken shop. My black thong now exposed in my squatting position, I pull aside the skimpy fabric entirely with my right hand with it, clearing the path.

She looked so shocked when I glanced over but even though I wasn't making any extreme effort to expose myself, doing just what's needed, she was most definitely looking at my vagina. It took a second, even with my bladder more desperate than its been in a while, but I glance back at my own vagina, and gently pressing my hand over my bladder and towards my pubic region, fingertips over my ginger landing strip, I let go.

A gushy spurt of pale yellow piss squirts out of my vagina, passing by my shoes and splashing onto the tarmac with some force.

She gasped before saying "You dirty bitch, animals piss like you do".

I giggled a little and with my left hand directed the stream a bit from my pubic region - just a little left and right movement of the lips. Within a blink of an eye, some man had walked past the chicken shop, and undeniably caught a glimpse of my thigh, my puddle, and my stream of urine before looking forward and not breaking his stride at all. In my head, what I think is that the sound of my pissing and the conversation gave the game away. If it hadn't, he may have been caught off guard and stopped to see what was going on!

"Oh my God, I can't believe how bad you are. This is really embarrassing! Control yourself!"

"I can't help it, I'm desperate!" I pleaded.

I was actually embarrassed and I'm sure I went a bit red, but I was emboldened by being with someone and so my impromptu street toilet continued. It must have been only a couple of seconds or so when I heard voices approaching from the street. A man and a woman. We both glanced at each other and my stream died down but wouldn't fully stop. A door opened and I could only imagine they went inside the chicken shop. My pelvic floor relaxed, and I sighed a literal sigh of relief and the waterworks resumed at full strength and the hiss from my stream amplifies, as does the subsequent splash over the urine soaked tarmac. Urine on urine, the tarmac unable to absorb things, some pooling takes place.

"I cant believe you. This is insane. Look I'm standing in your piss now you know!" and looking at her feet, I could see her beautiful red toenails no more than an inch away from my piss, only protected by the front of her heel. She stepped backwards and there was a definite splashy noisy as she did so.

I bit my lip "Sorry, I'm so sorry, I can't believe I'm still going! You... didn't have to stand so close to a urinating woman though."

She scowled at me. "You dare blame me for your lack of control! God, I really have to go"

"Theres room next to me" I said looking at my piss stream. "Give me a few seconds and I can keep watch."

"No! I don't do this! Besides, what if those people told the shopkeeper you're having a piss back here"

"Then I apologise and we move on." I say whilst definitely wondering when this will end now. "You know full well this happens all the time with the bars nearby." It must have been around a minute when my stream started to die off, given the conversation I was having whilst doing it.

"Hurry up! You're in trouble with me even if you aren't with anyone else!"

I run to a drip and fish out a tissue from my tiny handbag (carrying nothing more than tissues and my phone - you know why it has tissues) with my left hand and wiping down my pussy before giving a quick wipe across the bottom of my bum cheeks and the top of my inner thighs which must have at some point bore the brunt of my brazen wee. I throw it on the floor into the now significant puddle and it starts to turn yellow as it soaks up urine from the street floor.

"Littering too. I thought you cared about the environment. Then you piss in it and throw tissues for people to find. Don't you *in air quotes* leave no trace?!

"You're the one that said it! I'm a good girl, but that is sometimes these are my exception." I say as I'm standing up and rolling my skirt down again. "It eventually decomposes!"

"And how long before that dries up?" Pointing at my puddle with one hand and then slapping my bum gently but a bit harder than before. "Come on, I really have to go." She drags me down to the end of the street and down the road until we reach and park and we cross the road.

"Oh" I laugh. "You want to wee here? In the bushes?"

She looks at me aghast "You know that is much less worse. Besides, if it wasn't for you it would be in a toilet at the bar."

I counter "Hey, I never made you hold it, I just held mine without saying."

She counters "You're a bitch, I'm not the bad one here, don't deflect from what you've done."

We continue walking throughout this and talking. She gently tussles the ginger hair resting on my shoulder, before taking a bigger part of it and tugging.

"Ow!" I say moving close to her.

"Keep watch and stay close. Here will do!" she says as we walk through a layer of bushes which happen to be shrouding a tree that neatly shields the space from a nearby fence, which is also protected by a good layer of bushes.

"Right I need a special kind of punishment for someone like you." She says as she rolls up her short corset dress and wrestles with her black lacy knickers, one with each hand. "Stay close, and keep watch" she says as she gets herself into a deep squat like my own.

I look down at her vagina (which looks very similar to the picture), and clearly waxed. I also glance around at the deserted park, and make note that the bushes and tree are more than enough to conceal from either side, barring the light seeping through from the lamppost.

With her elbows on her knees and her hands in her hair, she begins to release the pressure on her bladder. I'm only what must be a small rulers length away from this sight. As I hear the hissing sound of female urination I can't help but look down again. A similar stream of urine flows from her beautiful Eastern European body. She looks at me and then looks down again, moving her hand. Down under her dress and I see her fingertips around her pussy as she continues to piss away.

Being a little tipsy and being distracted by how hot this display was, I wasn't ready for what happened next.

"I must say, your pedi is AMAZING." She says.

I glance down at my feet and sandals "Aw thanks!" but literally a second after she had said it, her feminine hiss amplifies, going high pitch and louder, then almost immediately, my right foot is splashed with her hot urine.

I gasp loudly, my heart begins to race, and I feel red hot, not just in my face but inevitably over my urine soaked foot. I react quickly lifting, my foot up and step back a bit, as she continues unbroken by pissing over the soil.

"No!" She exclaims. No, you come back here right now, leaning forward to grab my leg.

I do as I'm told. I move closer, and she keeps tugging for the next second or two until I'm right up close, looking directly down on her vagina, and she has taken aim over my right foot. I'm overwhelmed with excitement but also shock and a bit of fear. A woman is pissing on my foot. Her flow splashes over my toenails and the top of my foot, and I can see and feel the leather of my roman sandals beginning to soak up what little they can.

She giggles a little "A very special punishment." she says, smiling at me. "Women who don't piss outside properly end up with wet feet, no?" and shrugs a little before ceasing to urinate.

"I have to go home like this! And I have to get my jacket back from the bar!"

"It isn't my fault you needed to be punished, only yours." As she begins to stand slightly. However she then begins to straddle my left leg with her hands, before raising up to my bum in a sitting/standing straddle. Of course, she begins pissing again and the top of my leg gets soaked by her warm urine and it runs down into my shoes. She returns to her squat holding on to my leg again and shifting her hips left and right, clearly admiring and pissing on my feet at the exact same time.

I gently lay my left hand over my black thong, and ride my fingers gently up and down over my pussy whilst she finishes urinating. Eventually her gushy flow comes to an end, she looks down, shakes her bum a little whilst squeezing the folds of her vulva to squeeze out the last bit of urine over the park. She then gets her knickers right back up and drops her dress down,  then kissing me on the lips. Gently, before I kiss her with more intensity. This is shortlived as how wild this situation is had gotten the better of me. She then speaks.

"That will have to be it for now. We could go for a drink some time but that's it for now. Just a normal drink too as I don't know you."

A bit confused, nervous, but also understanding that not everyone just wants to fuck, and that dating isn't really based on kinks. "Okay" I say, reaching for my phone and I give it to her to get her number. She steps out of her puddle and whilst writing her number begins to make her way through the bushes and she gives me my phone back as we walk through the park. I stop us and sit on a bench, getting out a tissue to wipe her piss off my feet and legs.

"You best go to the bar for your coat, no? I'm going home." Holding my hand she seems to squeeze it tightly, to the point that it hurts a bit, and then kisses me once more. "See you soon." and I said the same, breaking off and heading towards the exit at the park. It takes two tissues to clean myself up, but luckily it's not on my clothes. I look back and see faint wet footprints on the path.

I'm all over the place and still processing everything. But I make my way back to the bar, quickly head up the steps and grab my coat, say goodbye quite abruptly and leave.

We will be meeting again but I think that's all I'm going to say.

Oh yeah. The vast majority of the time I could make it to the toilet. Sometimes I even leave the apartment without peeing just so I can urinate in public...but:

Why should I make myself uncomfortable?

Men don't always seem to wait, so why should I?

I like it.

I don't, but I do like what I call 'The Pee V'...

If I'm not using the toilet, I will place my hand around the pubic area, not on the vagina, and pull backwards. I often do this using an upside down V shape like the picture (which also shows the right place, but maybe a bit close). Combined with being a 'forward pee'er', it just means that the pee clears me and I rarely have splashback. Sometimes I just do it with my whole hand.

On the toilet there's no reason to do any of this. At least for me as I don't have big lips.

As someone who's about Naughty Peeing (watching or doing), my overall favourite is the sound. I love hearing the pee hiss out of my vagina and splash over my chosen surface.

https://voca.ro/1o6yBbVkUl41 - Audio only for this site but hope you enjoy!

Late on a night out last week I was bursting for a wee, so I wanted to find a place to go before getting on the bus. In my drunk and naughty mood, I decided to have another garden wee. Walking through a neighbourhood I noticed a brick wall with no gate next to a small block of flats and came to a stop, having a quick look inside and around the outside, I walked in. There was nobody on the streets, only a few cars going past, and the lights were off in all the rooms in the flats. It was like a big set of houses that had been converted, and I could see there were lights on in other rooms but none facing the garden.

Covered from the street, I looked around for where I was going to relieve myself. From the low lighting something caught my eye. There was a small wet patch in a flowerbed next to some hedges and a tissue in the middle! Immediately, I was more turned on and picked up the tissue to find it cold and wet and the distinct smell of urine. Instinctively, I put it in my black leather jacket pocket, and got my phone out to start recording. I quickly pulled down my thick black tights and pink thong whilst assuming the position, the cold winters air across my vagina. Almost immediately after getting into my deep squat, I opened up and out shot a stream right onto the dead leaves on the ground, followed by the steam rising from my wee as it splashed onto the ground. With one hand on my phone and aiming at my vagina and the ground, I then put my other hand just above my hood, and using my two fingers, I took aim and contributed to the existing 'puddle'. With a nights worth of champagne pouring out of me I took aim at some plants and sprayed them with my wee, watching it drip off the still green leaves whilst steaming up. My fun soon came to and end, possibly because of nerves and I sat there squatted down, relieved. I then pulled out a fresh tissue to wipe with and dropped it on top of the steamy puddle on the soil before pulling up and walking away at the same time. Once back on the other the wall, I did a quick readjustment to shift my tights as a car came by, and then walked off towards the bus stop.

1 hour ago, DoctorDoctor said:

Wow, I didn't know that was even possible by accident.  That is really "forward".  I always assumed the women in porn peeing over the seat are "lifting" and leaning back a little to get the stream to do that.  Have you used a squat toilet, either flat or Asian style?   I bet you would put that hood on the Asian style to good use and could just let it flow.

It's not something that is likely to happen, but I worry about it happening because it has once or twice in my life. I have used a squat toilet at least, they accommodate my enjoyment of squatting nice and deep, but it's still just a toilet.

Let me repost something 

Forward pee'er here. If using a toilet I don't usually have to worry about it. If I'm desperate I would probably lean forward a bit more though to just be sure that it doesn't go between the seat and the bowl. I'm always a forward pee'er but most of the time there isn't enough pressure to give it much distance.

Anywhere that isn't the toilet, my feet and legs usually stay nice and dry. Usually.

This is a true story told in this style based upon a situation my friend was in and told me about in quite a lot of detail. Not in a weird way, but we have shared toilet cubicles before, weed outside together and if we share a room for a trip or something we will change in front of one another, talk in detail about sexual experiences, without thinking anything of it as we've known each other for years. I've filled in some gaps but not many!

 

Dear Wet Carpet,

I'm Jo, a tall, blonde haired, blue eyed woman in my mid to late 20's. I have a couple of female friends who quite openly wee wherever and whenever they want to. I've only done this a couple of times, after realising that if you're desperate and there isn't anybody around, there isn't any harm in an outdoor wee, and I'm not the only woman to do it. Recently though, I was caught weeing on a bush by a guy and I was completely shocked at the fact I was caught! My friend Sammy reassured me that she has been caught a few times in worse places, and most people think nothing of it. I'm not as uninhibited as she is, but here's my story...

I was going for a walk by myself as all the shops are closed right now, but had been for a cup of tea with Sammy beforehand. I had planned this walk through quite a big outdoor space and then could stop for another tea at a little shop that was open still. Having got to the tea place I had already filled my bladder with the tea from earlier and a little bottle of water for my walk, which was over an hour long. Google maps had been wrong though! This place was closed even though it was allowed to open as it sold. Annoying but not the end of the world I'll just pop to the public toilets nearby and head back to the car. Those were shut too! I was getting a little worried as I really needed a wee. I looked on my phone for nearby shops and toilets and there was nothing. Taking the quickest route back to my car now would be 20 minutes and then I would still have to find somewhere. I was texting a group chat with Sammy and a couple of other female friends throughout the walk and after expressing my need for a wee and the toilets being closed, and of course Sammy found this funny and all she said was 'when you gotta go, you gotta go'.

It's fine, I thought to myself, I'm in a big park, I'll just nip off the track for a wee. As I head back to my car I keep an eye out for possible spots. The track has quite a few people passing by. I started to realise that in summer this would be easier as theres's less foliage to cover me now! I joked back to the group chat 'Looks like I'm taking my second covid wee'. Honestly, this is one of the more tame things that gets discussed in the group.

Eventually I found a spot. Off the footpath there was a hill of trees with some bushes covering the front. I march up the mini hill in a walk/jog up an informal footpath and find a passage into the bushes. There's nobody here, perfect! Everyone seemed to be sticking to the track, and there was another footpath on the other side, but it was pretty quiet. I look around for the best spot and choose a tree, surrounded by bushes on the one side. Facing the tree, I ride up my blue coat jacket, and slide down my black Lululemons. I try to get into position facing the tree, as that's where I'm exposed, but that would make me wee uphill, so I raise my squat a little bit, open my legs slightly, leaning forward, with my bum basically pointing at the bushes. I wanted to be quick so high squat wee it is. I begin, with my very much bushless vagina spraying my wee over the luckily still thick leaves of the bush. I thought to myself, that there are ways to keep my feet dry when having an al fresco wee. This was a problem I had the other two times, maybe its because my stream seems to point downwards. This position was stopping any splashback.

I was quite enjoying relieving myself and would have been half way through until I heard a rustling over the sound of my weeing. Everything else was like in slow motion but really can't have been more than a second. I was begging myself in my head to stop weeing, and my stream was trailing off, but it was too late.

"Oh! Sorry!" Said a man to my right, looking right at me as he passed by the bushes I was rather gracelessly weeing over. I noticed he was a bit older than me but not old, and had dark hair wearing a running shorts and a coat. He was jogging on the informal path across this hill and quickly carried on with this past me. My bladder emptying ground to a halt and feeling like I was red and flush, I quickly drop into a full squat and reach for my clothes, which was lucky as a woman was hot on his tail, and I was embarassed all over again, but I don't think she saw me.  I ended up thinking afterwards that the woman  probably hadn't seen me because she had been listening to music as I definitely saw she had one of those arm straps for your phone, and much to my nightmare, the man turned around and spotted me because he heard a noise as I didn't notice him with earphones or anything. Its mortifying! If I'm in the ladies room I don't think too much of the fact that noise is made when you go the toilet, but this was different! It was a man, hearing me publicly urinate over a bush. I have no idea of knowing what he saw but I hope that the fact I was bent forward meant he didn't see my vagina.

With all of this I pull my Lululemons and knickers back up and brush my coat down over them. I stand up and leave my spot, walking up to where the man spotted me, where I turned around and looked back at the tree and bushes. I needed to know what he saw. I could only guess but it looks like the best show he got was a bent over blonde woman and maybe a bit of thigh! Oh that and the trickles of my wee flowing around the base of the bush, and dripping off some of the leaves in the middle section of the bush. I quickly moved down the hill and again was greeted by more wee trickling downhill out of the bush. I'm sure I was red with embarassment, but girl power I guess! Nobody would see any of this from the main footpath and I briskly walked back onto the main path. My knickers felt slightly cold from the abrupt stopping and no wiping, but ho hum.

As I told my friends of this experience, they found it completely hilarious, and Sammy mentioned that she had been caught weeing in the same park once, so she knew my pain. Has this put me off? Who knows.

A Parkrun piss...

This is a story I mentioned before. Back before the virus I used to go to Parkrun quite often, so these can have quite a lot of people at them sometimes. There are marshals at them and usually signs to a nearby public toilet, but they don't put any on special usually. I've been to a few different ones and once the one set of public toilets were out of use, so before the race had even started I had decided I will find a place to wee but there were marshals at the start so I'd have to search. I remember there was a storage building in the park surrounded by some trees and bushes, whereas the trees dotted around the rest of the park didn't provide much cover. I decided that's where I'm going to go and head around the corner to go to it before the race starts. As I'm jogging up to it theres already a guy pissing up a tree and two women heading around the other side so I start to follow them and feel a bit excited!

As I get over behind the building the peeing guy is a few metres away and I can see his stream between his legs splashing the tree and flowing down and the two women look around to me and make eye contact so a little nervous I said something similar to...

"Sorry I really need a wee is it okay if I just go here, the toilet is closed!"

"Oh, yeah, we came to find a place as well!" one of them says with quite a posh accent. She was a middle aged woman, lightened hair, green eyes in a bright running jacket, and trousers, similarly dressed to the younger woman next to her. This woman was very babyfaced and had long black hair tied back and blue eyes. The guy starts to finish up and begins adjust his shorts as this middle aged woman starts to look at the sides of the building and then backs up against one of the trees. I said thank you to her and she starts to get into a squat she says something about it being stupid to put a run on without the proper facilities, and gets into a 90 angle which is covering her pussy. The guy pretty much leaves at this time without making eye contact.

I start to get ready and squat against the wall from the building, sliding down my black jeggings and underwear in one, I was wearing a boxer type panty this time. At this point the younger woman backs away a bit but then starts to slide down her black jeggings and squat down. I remember that I looked over at the older woman as I heard the telltale sound and she had begun weeing over the dry dirt and her puddle was flowing over the tree roots . Myself and the younger woman were squatted down over some paving slabs behind the wall. I was next as I looked down at my vagina and after a second release a watery yellow stream of urine which jets forward past my sneakers and splatters over the slab, the puddle eventually starts dribbling off and into the dirt.

I keep looking around and the older woman's stream starts to die down just as mine starts to slightly, but I notice I cant see or hear anything from the younger woman go my left. Eventually I start to finish and I remember I heard a squirt of high pressure pissing for a second and look to the younger woman, nothing. But the older one was just resuming again briefly, seemingly just making sure she is properly empty! She then starts to fiddle around to get a little pack of tissues out of her jacket pocket and I start to do the same.

Just as I'm wiping my pussy it happens, I hear a quick squirt from the younger woman and then quickly after a full flow of piss emanating from her legs. She was in a deep squat like me and it starts splashing out close to her. Just as myself and the older woman are pulling back up, wet tissues dropped into our puddles of wee, the younger woman says something that surprised me.

"Mum do you have a tissue?"

The older woman fiddles again and gets one out just as I think about giving one out myself. Instead I stand up accidentally stepping in my puddle and looking over I don't see her pussy but catch a glimpse of the forced stream splashing all over the slab. Maybe she was pee shy compared to her mother but she had to go! I mutter good luck and leave on the right, rather than going past the daughter and go to rejoin the race, relieved but getting wet again so soon as I often do after weeing in public and seeing 3 other runners weeing up close.

At the next weeks race I saw the daughter again getting out of her car but her mother wasn't with her this time. I say hi and how is she - and we have a conversation for a few minutes. Herself and her mum are very keen runners, I explained I do triathlon and she explained her mum was just visiting and the daughter was a student nurse at a nearby university.

My bladder VERY full as and also feeling a bit naughty I mention that the toilet is still out. She laughs a little and says "yeah, about that, do you have a tissue on you I can use?" "Yeah course!" and I gladly get one out of the pack and give it to her. "Aw thanks! Look, before it gets busier can you stand over there and keep watch while I have a quick piss?" She points to the corner of the car park where her car is, and the bushes behind it. I said "Sure, as long as you can do the same for me."

With that I follow her over to her car, and she points to the side of the car closest to the corner and sides. The area is an open car park surrounded by a layer of bushes and some trees apart from the entrance.She then pushes through between two bushes and mostly disappears, so I can barely see an outline move downwards side on. I keep looking around as I promised - no marshal in sight and nobody very close who would be able to even see anything. After a few seconds I hear the sound of splattering and faintly a whistling as she begins urinating. Nobody would've known at all apart from me who could see parts of a squatting female and hear the sound of her pissing. She finishes after about a 10 second piss. Then she wipes stands up and comes out, says thanks to me and I go through the same way after giving a quick look around.The bushes aren't too deep and going through leads downhill. Already excited I just look over at the discarded tissue and damp dirt beneath it my new friend used as her toilet. I want the same spot! I faced the car park and slide everything down at once and almost instantly begin weeing before I even lay my hand over my ginger landing strip. After the week before and the broken toilets I decided to take my morning pee at the run, which involved holding for over an hour from the moment I woke up... My yellow stream sprayed forward and I took aim, pressing my fingers downwards on my landing strip so I was pissing over her tissue. I let out a small sigh and continue my morning relief. Feeling so relaxed and probably not concentrating the nurse said something like "you might want to hurry up as the parking is filling up." I think I squirted a bit harder and after a pretty long piss my stream dwindles. I looked down the whole time, watching my piss soak the nurses tissue and break it apart, and the dirt struggle to absorb my strong smelling urine. I quickly wipe and drop in the same spot, taking a last look at the expanded puddle we shared and emerge from the bushes. A man was looking over at the time but he was a good distance and a car parked up a few spaces near the nurses car. 

"Much better" I said to her.

We have a bit more of a chat about other trails to run and other Parkruns but she brought up the topic of toilets again for a short while. She said she prefers not to do it but as long as its private she would prefer to 'cop a squat' than feel desperate all the time with her 'small bladder' or worse. I mention that I prefer it sometimes as public toilets are a mess and if men are pissing on everything, why can't a woman. She mentioned her classmates are divided on the issue after a few drinks in the town but that she couldn't do it on a street. I giggle and say I've been known to be caught short after a few drinks.

We exchanged social media details but we never really met up after that and they ended up fixing the toilets. I saw her at that local race from time to time though but nothing for this website...

 

you said picture of my pee in a cup or glass, but