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I am always a fan of peeing outside!

You are totally right! But then again hind sight is 20-20. A part of the story I didn't tell is that leaving the park I got a flat tire, and well... places in that part of the country aren't open on Sundays. So I was driving on the spare tire until I could find a place that was open. Not having an extra tire any more really had me worried.

Sadly I did not get a chance to see her pee at all on the trip. We were hiking for several days in the mountains and she made every effort to hide. Sometime hiking several hundred feet to find some cover. Not all was lost though... I kind of got the first inklings that she enjoyed peeing in public. One day we stopped for lunch on the trail. Of course no one was around. After having some water I went back a bit (being polite) and started watering a near by rock. When I was done I went back to find she had also taken a break. I saw her walking back along the cliff edge. I asked where she went, and she indicated that she went pee. She also mentioned that she enjoyed peeing with a view. Subtely indicating that she had squatted down on the edge of the cliff and peed off the edge. Wish I could have seen that.

We have taken hiking trips since then and I still have yet to see her pee, but I still think that she is slightly into peeing in public. Perhaps later I will elaborate about some of our other trips.

Some time ago, I was out with some friends playing night games in a local park. After a pretty extensive game of hide and seek, we were all hanging out on the play ground when one of my friends announced she had to pee. She was my age, tall and brunette. She meandered off towards a porta potty that was just around the back of a utility building with another one of my friends. After a few minutes the both come running back giggling. Curious, I inquired.

She told me that she went in the dark porta potty, dropped her pants and bent over. She started to pee, and said that it didn't sound quiet right. Stopping and taking a look she found out that the lid was down over the toilet and she had already peed all over it. So what did she do? She kept on peeing all over the lid and inside of the porta potty. She said she made a huge mess, and ran out of there as soon as she was done.

I wish I had been able to be there to see for myself! I bet it was naughty and quiet the sight.

This was in the spring about a decade ago. I was walking along the local nature trail where it comes close to a lake. As i was walking by i see a couple that have beached their boat on shore and are sitting down and talking. As they see me the decide it is time that they go back out into the water. I hear the man ask if the lady needs to use the facilities, she replied i need to tinkle and she wandered off down a different trail. I knew where that trail went so I took a shortcut... After a minute of walking I rounded a bend and came up about 15 feet from her. She was an attractive blonde in a red 2 piece bikini. She was squatted down and letting out a powerful stream. After about 30 seconds she pulled up her bottoms and walked off, not noticing me at all.

This was the first time I had seen a women pee outside and it was amazing event. This is what got me hooked. Sadly I have had very few sightings since.

A couple years ago a friend and I went backpacking out west. We had been friends for several years but nothing romantic. After completing our hike we decided to one-shot the drive home, which was a considerable drive. I think it was in the neighborhood of 20+ hours of straight driving.

My friend is known to have a smaller bladder. She often requests stops on other trips much to the annoyance of whom ever is driving. Catching on that this is annoying she has since stopped requesting stops and just holds it until the next stop (normally gas or food so every couple of hours). Which normally results in her rushing to the restroom whenever we stop.

on this trip I made frequent stops (every 1-2 hours) of driving to check the tires, top of on gas, and of course use the bathroom. When it started to get late, probably close to midnight or so we stopped in what would be the last decent sized town for a great while (we didnt know this at the time). Both of us loaded up on beverages (w/ caffine) and some snacks.

After leaving this town each subsiquent town got smaller and smaller and after about 100 miles or so the towns did not have gas stations that were open. The road we were on was just a county road so there were no rest areas, it was just two lanes as far as the eye could see. My friend was making the most of the night driving and was asleep for most of it. After about 2 hours of driving I had finished my 32oz beverage and had started in on the next one. I could feel that I needed to pee soon, but I kept thinking that there would be an open gas station in the next town.

After another half hour or so I was getting desperate. By this time my friend had started to wake up and was concerned with the number of deer on the side of the road (they were everywhere which was rather scary). I noticed that she had her legs crossed and figured that she must be more desperate than I was, but I didnt mention it. after another 15 minutes or so she inquired as to how far until the next town. I told her it would be about another 10 minutes. Well the next town wasnt more than a road sign and an old shed, so I didnt stop. The road sign said it would be another 20 miles or so until the next big town. I think my friend missed the sign. After a minute or two she told me that if there wasnt a town coming up soon she would need to stop and pee. This got me thinking that it sure would be great to see her going on the side of the road. However I was also concerned about how much gas we had and if we would make it until the next station, since it would be horrible to be stuck in the middle of nowhere with out gas.

So we pressed on. I was really desperate at this point. To the point where I couldnt sit still and that almost never happens. My friends hands had slowly made their way down to her crotch where she was now holding her self. just as I was going to start pulling off the road for a break when we could see city lights ahead. After another 10 minutes of painful driving we reached a gas station on the outskirts of town and both ran inside to use the restrooms. I felt so good letting go into that urinal it was unbelievable. I must have peed for a minute and a half.

after gassing up and hitting the road again, my friend confessed to me. She said that she was bursting and would have just peed in the middle of the road. She then said that she was actually kind of hoping I would stop so she could go in the middle of the road (I wonder if she is kind of into public peeing). Now I was bumbed out. I wish I had stopped so that I could have seen her go pee in the middle of the road and make a huge puddle. Well I guess I have a plan for the next road trip we take ;-)