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How long will this pee puddle take to dry, it's been here like six months now.

Yeah, it MIGHT have a chance to go away if one of us was not refreshing the supply every four hours.

I teach a rather interesting class on learning to manage distractions and maintain focus. As a result, I have been given certain accommodations while administering tests during the semester. During the first test of the class, two weeks after the start of sessions, I take roll call, pass out the exam, and get them started. The paper has nearly 100 individual questions in a variety of formats. They have until the end of class to complete as many problems as possible and are graded both on the correct answers as well as the number attempted. Once 15 minutes have elapsed, I start taking off my clothes. I remove my suit coat and blouse, then my skirt and pantyhose. This leaves me in a bra, panties, and garter-belt. After 5 more minutes pass, I removed the garter-belt and then my bra. Once 5 more have elapsed I remove my panties leaving myself naked with only 10 minutes remaining to complete everything.

However that is just for the 1st test. During the midterms, I will strip completely naked within a few minutes of starting. I then sit down in the front of the room and begin pleasuring myself. This continues until I am moaning and using a vibrator... LOUDLY. By the final exam most students are aware of what to anticipate, so I have to throw 1 remaining curve ball. They expect that I will end up naked, however instead, I wait a random amount of time and then pace the aisle, leaning over them very closely and provocatively. Now, for the last part timing is paramount, I need to make sure no one has finished yet. My remaining distraction is to walk to the middle of the room, drop my panties, lift my skirt, and while remaining standing, take a long distance noisy, splashing piss on the floor. I always make sure to build up an extreme capacity so I can pee for over a 1 1/2 minutes. If the previous sex appeal did not sway their attention, you better believe someone urinating surely shocks them into a state of awe. Add in the range, volume, and impact to make sure everyone is bewildered and loosing concentration. Now if you were concerned that 1 "quick" 1 1/2 minute display could be ignored, I am able to do this at least 1 and more often 2 times before the class limit runs out. Even if the act does not do the trick, the effluence on the floor and the scent wafting through the air are still present. Needless to say, I usually have people take my class twice... and not just because they failed to achieve a passing grade.

I was caught short the other day. While teaching my English as a Second Language Class, I literally couldn't hold it. I am not averse to peeing in the classroom, as I have done it before, but that wasn't when students were present. Thankfully I was able to position myself behind the podium and from there I intentionally knocked my papers on the floor. I used this as a cover to bend down and pull up my knee-length skirt up my thighs as I stood. I sat the papers down and rearranged them, which gave me just enough time to covertly move my panties to the side. I composed myself, raised my voice a bit to mask the sound, and pissed hard into the wooden podium base. Unfortunately I didn't account for the cable hole at the back and as my stream flooded and pooled, it eventually escaped and spread across the floor. One of my students in the front row raised their hand and inquired about it. I confessed my actions, revealing that I was relieving myself actively as we spoke. The class started to chatter and then a conversation began on if this was an accepted custom and whether or not the others in the class could do the same. I explained this was not the case, however it was not uncommon to see people urinate at a secluded location in "public." We spoke of obscenity laws, exhibitionism, and other issues of decorum that might lead to legal problems if not observed. It all turned out very well in the end and was such a good learning experience for the students I'm thinking about making a part of my regular curriculum.

I was so disappointed the other day. Walking past an alley something unusual caught my eye. Upon back-tracking I realized it was a young lady trying to relieve herself. I jokingly asked "How's it going?" but I startled her. She thought I was creeper until I handed her a pack of tissues from my purse.

Once the initial shock wore off, she began going at a rapid pace. Now that she was feeling better she jokingly replied, "Looks like you scared the piss out of me, literally!"

Her jet was so thick and fast I found myself leaning to get a better look. "You, uh, really needed that didn't you?"

"Quite, I can't use a toilet when I get like this. The force is so strong it just soaks my thighs with splash-back. Out here, I can get the distance to stay out of the blast radius!" By this time I had made it around enough to see everything, she was hairless, but the more interesting sight was the stream about the size of my pinkie moving so smoothly it had a laminar flow effect for a good twenty centimeters. I was surprised she made no effort to hide herself from the predatory gaze. She visibly concentrated and the angle rose while the distance increased significant;y, almost three times further. "Impressed?"

"That's some latent skill you need to nurture, for sure." We both laughed causing her muscles to spasm wildly and her pee to spray in abnormal ways. It went out and back while left and right, forming a loose möbius shape. When I pointed it out, she tried to follow it intentionally without success as it seems she was finally empty.

"Well, I know what I'm working on for a while. Time to master, 'INFINITE PISSING!!'" This set us laughing even harder than before as she wiped herself dry, it did not even take a single tissue. I told her I would be interested in seeing her progress and she willingly suggested we exchange cell numbers.

So, now that I've described a beautiful scenario for you... how was it that I ended up disappointed? The truth is I had to go too. I could have joined her, but watching got me distracted and I completely forgot until I was a block away. I ducked into an abandoned stairway to squat down. I only managed to shoot up six steps from the bottom, before it started cascading back down. It may not have been as good as her display, but I hope she'll watch me next time we meet.

Sorry for not responding sooner, I had a mini freak-out realizing what I was doing. I mean technically I just admitted to things that'd get me in trouble. However, after a day or 2 it registered, no one knows who, where, or if you want to get existential, even when I am. So, I'll share the story of the slumber party, not sure how long it'll be though. The whole thing is so simple in my mind.

Many years ago, a bunch of us were invited to a birthday party for my friend at the time. We had the event at an arcade restaurant and rented the place until after closing since they allowed for that. Most of the other children had left but we still had the facility for another hour, so we were taking advantage of the place being empty and running all over. Most of the employee areas were locked except the hallway to the technician's room. They were there in case 1 of the machines had an issue. This was also the way to the bathrooms. There were 4 girls, 3 others beside me. Of course, we were being cheeky and dared each other into the Men's room. We laughed and played with the urinals, but that was all. Going back out and we started 1 last play-through, since it was free until the party ended. We decided on some pirate themed shooter that had seats and a huge screen. Every time 1 of us would die we'd swap, which happened often. After hours of downing soda, we were all getting backed up with the excitement of the game. None of us wanted to go far since we'd miss our turn if we did. The birthday girl was dancing around quite desperate, exclaiming she'd wet herself if she didn't do something soon. Another of the girls suggested she just do it behind the machine. This was actually pretty easy to accomplish, the cabinet was in a back corner and had just enough space on either side to get into the seat, since it was multiplayer. The back was open so people could watch the play through the glass and the front was almost against the wall. She ducked into the dead space there and with another of the girls in front of her basically disappeared. That other girl happened to be me. I watched as she dropped her pants, squatted down and squirted all over the side of the machine itself. The sight and sound of it set the rest of us off too. So before long we each took a turn spraying the artwork with a shower of pee and drenching the carpet as it ran off. I was last to get my chance and pretty desperate after observing all the action. Once I got my belt undone, the pants I was wearing were so baggy they fell to the floor while shuffling out of my underwear, but I didn't get a chance to squat. Instead, I found out I could go standing. My stream went forward hard and fast enough to close the distance without issue. I watched as I shot the bad guy right in the face with force that had drops splashing back on my legs. We beat the game a couple minutes later and started to pack up with only 15 minutes left. I told everybody I needed to pee again before leaving and headed down the hall to the restrooms. I noticed the door to the tech room open and I had to look inside; I realized they were up front waiting to close shop once we all filed out the door, so it was empty. It was a pretty basic office, there were a couple extra chairs though, 1 of which was a recliner. I am guessing they might have napped there a few times. I still wanted to look around, but if I took too long someone would come after me. Then it struck me to pee there, like right there, in the chair. I could relieve myself and still glance at my surroundings as I went. After going on the arcade floor, my eyes suddenly saw new "toilets" to use. I dropped my pants and undies again and plopped my tiny naked parts on the chair. As I waited to start, I surveyed the space as I desired. Instead of just seeing what was in the room, I was cataloging where to expose myself and let it flow. There was the chair, a garbage can, a space beside the desk that I could have squeezed into, a bucket near a floor drain; which was 2 more. I think I had about 13, but again it was ages ago. I had no trouble getting started either. I let go just the same as on a regular stool, it was honestly easier than the times I squatted outdoors. The material was coated against spills, so it pooled between my thighs until I leaned forward and gave it an exit past my butt cheeks. It gushed to 1 side until it found the junction of seat / back / arm and then sloshed down the hole there leading inside the chair. I finished with a hard, late squirt and hopped up. My whole underside was wet. It was clear I wasn't getting dry on this seat, so I waddled over and sat at the desk. This did the job as a wiggled back and forth. I got up 1 last time, reset my clothes and rushed to meet the others so we could leave.

..... and that's it. I was kinda hooked as you might guess. I can share some of my other stories about how I got better at going too, if anybody wants to hear those. Other than that, I'll share my next success when I have it.

Hi, so me again.... from just above. I had another good day. I didn't really intend to try anything after such a success yesterday, but the twinge happened again. I don't want to suppress it yet; if I try to block it now, I may lose my progress. Anyway, that's not as important, this time I was at a sporting goods store. Just looking around at stuff again when I happened into camping.

I was glancing at sleeping bags and remembering slumber parties years ago, it was sorta how I got into this peeing thing. I'll save that for another time, just let me know if you want to hear more. So, I wandered into cooking gear and at the end of the aisle was thermoses. The twinge was very subtle, a little *flip* like my bladder did a loop. I stopped and waited, wondering if it was really the right sensation. I got no confirmation, until I picked up 1 off the shelf. The *flip* happened again, I started to unscrew the lid; this time it was a full-on URGE to go. It felt so strong I thought I could wet myself if I chose. My body very much wanted to pee in this thing I was holding and I was EXCEPTIONALLY willing to assist. I looked around, the aisle was empty, so were the next to either side, I had a cart with me because I didn't want to carry my purse the whole time. I parked it at an angle and poised myself. As I said, I wasn't anticipating anything, so I was in jean shorts. Far too tight to allow any covert going through the leg, which meant I had to strip down to be exposed. I un-buttoned and zipped, dropped the shorts and panties to my ankles, but remained standing. I took a kind of diamond squat, feet together, knees apart, stance. Placing the opening directly over my lips, it was instantaneous. I could hear the gush and splash, feel the vibration of the receptacle, the joy and pride returned as well. I lowered the bottle, allowing my stream to come into view; the aim was still perfect and needed no adjustments. I moved it further and further away, letting my gush fly a longer distance before entering the aperture. The sound increased, like a hose filling a bucket, it was then I realized the noise indicated I hadn't chosen the right size. I could see the softly tinted fluid edging closer to the top. When it ultimately got to the point of overflowing... I just moved it out of the way! My spray shot forward unimpeded, straight to the low shelf of other similar products. The 1st strike was enough to knock over some plastic versions, but fearing that would be too noticeable, I adjusted my direction and hit some of the other metal-sided offerings. This had an unexpectedly pleasant and surprisingly fun result; it toned like hitting a bell. I began darted between targets, *ting*, *tong*, *clink* (this 1 was glass), *bloop*, *clang*, not long after my stream gave out strength and ended. I became aware that the thermos in my hand was quite warm now, despite being insulated. I quickly seated the lid and placed it still full, on the shelf. I then reapplied my clothes and did a fast check of my surroundings; this turned out well, because there was now an employee 2 aisles down. I left my cart by the door and exited back into the mall area. Heady with excitement, I moved away from the store to the other end of the floor swiftly, but not to look hurried or unusual. I found a bench and sat to compose myself, however after, I determined it best to leave and not tempt fate.

I was peeing on the floor in my office the other day, when my boss came into the room.

The door swung open and I jolted my neck to look up at her, she stared down to my muff and the amber jet impacting the carpet, "Is this an approved break?" Nervously and with great trepidation, I extended one of my arms to point at my screen where the calendar notification was still on screen. "Are you almost done?" I shook my head to indicate I was not. "This is a common occurrence?" This time I nodded. "Hurry up and finish, I need to go and there's not enough room for both of us."

Once I was done, I returned to my seat. She stepped over, lifted her skirt to expose her garter-belt, and lowered her black lace thong. Sitting down with enough force to shake the desk and knock over my pencil cup, she placed her high heel across my wrist pinning it to the arm rest. Now she proceeded to, with great amplitude, splatter my office door. The stream had more intensity than my own, and because of the way I was confined; could not work and only watch. The scent was very heavy and musky, the color was at least light and not like my own. The flow lasted MINUTES, my hand went numb from the shoe digging into it with the weight of her leg. She finally abated and corrected herself, freeing my appendage. "You'll be docked~" Looking at her watch, "Sorry, you'll be provided fifteen minutes extra pay this week. Return to your duties and stop by my office before leaving tonight. I will have your time voucher prepared for you to collect."

Following her orders, I arrived directly after my shift completed. I knocked at her door and was greeted with an, "Enter NOW." I hurried inside. "The paperwork is there, but you cannot collect it until you relieve yourself on my floor in a standing position, exceeding my height in distance. I will lie on the floor next to your feet, so you can gauge the requirement." She did that and I made my best attempt, but even with multiple adjustments I could only align with her knees and short burst to her waist. Once I was spent, she reached a hand out and I assisted her to standing by me. "Return tomorrow, the voucher will still be here waiting. You will do this every day before leaving, UNTIL YOU GET IT RIGHT. Now remove yourself, a one-minute deduction has been submitted along with a two-minute extension." I apologized for my actions and left until morning to start my day again.

Three months have passed, I am only parallel to her chest at this point, I need that voucher, you have no idea how life would improve with just fifteen extra minutes of pay.....

Hello all, I had to share a break-through but it's kinda short. Please enjoy:

I'm final confident enough to pee when only partially secluded! I'd been practicing, but with very little success. It was always the same, I'd find a place, squat down, and then get scared. Nothing would come out. The result was me dashing off to a more secure location. For example, I was in the hardware store a month ago. Wandering through the aisles I stumbled upon the patio furniture. I sat down in the gazebo with a thick bug netting all around. I stripped off my panties and just rested naturally on the chair waiting to go. After 15 minutes, there was still nothing happening *down there* but butterflies. So, I got up feeling dejected and thought I was not going to have any fun. That was until I walked past the sheds in garden, I hopped inside, and was pissing all over. LITERALLY, I left a huge spot on the floor, streaks up 2 of the walls, almost filled a bucket in the back corner, and still had enough to wash the window. Of course, I left after that and hadn't tried again until earlier today. This time I was at the department store and it was after lunch, I was full up and ready to flow. There was a display of clearance outdoor grills, 4 or 5 of them in various sizes, and 1 MASSIVE unit. I was looking at them with barely idle interest, but when I stepped behind the *big* 1, I got the twinge. It was the first time I had, it meant I felt safe enough to let loose. I didn't ignore it, I immediately dropped into position and without hesitation, released. I watched as my stream hit the white tile floor, splashing and pooling. The sensation was amazing, I was so proud of myself, the feeling of going inappropriately, the relief of my discharge, the joy of letting loose, the sense of liberation, the fun of seeing it all happen, especially after so many attempts. I finished, not even being quick about it either, I was all in on this. I did a dribble shake and stood up, then I noticed where I was, 3 of the grills were just barely obscuring me, and the whole display was just outside the housewares section. If anybody walked by the right way, I would've been in full view, EVERYTHING VISIBLE. I blushed hard and made a beeline for the exit. I hope this means I can finally have more fun moving forward!!

Ladies, this is the last time I am going to warn you, next time there will be consequences. Despite the fact they are called "gutters" DOES NOT mean you can pee in them... this is a BOWLING ALLEY!