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Hope you're not too careful @puddyls 😉
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Contains voyeurism, male and female public peeing
Maybe deep down it was a need to break free from constraints during this strange lockdown year, but I’d bought myself a drone – an airborne camera platform really – at the end of the summer. While I’d got to grips with the basics of flying the thing, I waited until the first really nice day for trying it out properly: sunny, warm and with little wind. I drove up into the hills where I would have the chance to experiment without fear of annoying anyone or breaking any rules.
I had been hugely impressed with how straightforward it was to fly, and the quality of the still and video images it produced. The controller display is good enough, but the video is captured in 4k resolution – more than enough for anything I would want to do with it. I was looking forward to some sweeping panorama shots, then flying closer to the ground and zooming in on details. I had in mind a couple of deserted farm buildings where I could pretend I was Hitchcock, with long shots setting a mood and telling a story through the visuals alone.
I got out of my 4x4 at the lay-by I’d decided to fly from, wishing I hadn’t been so keen to leave the house to play with my new toy as I was pretty desperate for a pee. It was quiet enough, so I set the drone on the ground, stepped to the passenger side of the car, lowered my jeans and boxers and took a leak against a dry-stone wall – it felt really good just to let go in the middle of the countryside. I played a bit – trying to splash as much as possible on the wall, spraying left and right – that sort of thing. I’ve always had a thing about pee.
Of course, it was at that moment a red Toyota RAV4 came up the hill, horn blaring, driver and passenger laughing and waving. I nodded back – what else could I do? I didn’t take in what the driver looked like to be honest because I only noticed the blonde in the passenger seat: stunning. She blew me a kiss as they drove past – that was nice.
Suitably relieved, I checked the battery on the drone and up into the clear sky she went. Ten minutes later and I knew I had some half decent sequences in the can, but I still needed to try a close approach to the abandoned buildings. As the drone flew in close, just within line-of-sight from my position in the lay-by, I could see on the monitor a red car close to the building I’d wanted to use for my ‘abandoned building’ flypast. No matter – I could still use this as a trial run. I navigated the drone closer to the building and carefully up and over a wall where the roof had fallen in.
Even from where I was, perhaps 400m away, I could hear the shout. I won’t repeat what I heard – I’m a very polite guy – but I can tell you that whoever I’d startled with the sudden appearance of my aerial camera wasn’t very pleased. I glanced at the monitor and decided I’d better be making a move. I lifted the drone vertically and pressed the ‘return to start’ button on the controller.
I’d suspected that the red car was probably the one that had passed me earlier, but what I had seen on the small screen left no room for doubt. It was the blonde. She was sitting on what had been the sill of a window – now just a low, crumbling platform. She had a pair of long, black boots on, a black miniskirt pulled up high round her waist, and that was all. At the moment my drone had appeared to them over the wall, pee was arcing gracefully from between her thighs and splashing on to the ground in front of her. Her shoulders and head were thrown back, her sizeable breasts jutting forward. I could just see her male companion, camera in hand, photographing the scene, and the last thing I’d viewed on my controller’s little screen was the camera falling from his hands, and his face turned upward, staring straight at me, shouting obscenities.
The drone landed next to me at about the time I heard the RAV4’s engine and the sound of tyres spinning on gravel. And before I could pack my kit away, they were there – blocking my exit from the lay-by. I’d been caught.
The guy got out of the car. “Hey! What do you think you were doing?” he demanded, though it was clear he wasn’t as angry as he had been a couple of minutes ago.
I explained, as carefully and apologetically as I could. “So you see I really didn’t expect you, or anyone, to be there – it’s a remote building. I am so sorry. I’ll delete the file – now if you like.”
“No. Don’t do that,” he said. “You can keep it – in fact, would you mind if I took a look? You probably guessed we were creating some, err, erotic art, and I’d be interested to see what you managed to capture. Professional interest.”
This put a new perspective on things. I really hadn’t had time to think things through. All I’d seen was a gorgeous, stacked woman in an insanely provocative outfit, peeing like a racehorse while a guy photographed her. It was only the unexpectedness of it that had stopped me getting instantly aroused, but now things had calmed down …
“It’s OK!” said the blonde from inside the RAV4. She’d wound down the window and was beckoning me over. “Come and sit here and let’s all look at your … footage. Mike’ll show you what he’s got too if you like.” It was all so corny I couldn’t help but laugh out loud – and that seemed to break the ice.
Fifteen minutes later and we were best friends. Mike and Amy (who had put a thin, white strappy top on but was otherwise dressed as she had been up at the old farm building) were a couple who often drove out into the countryside or to urbex locations for erotic photoshoots. She wasn’t a professional model, and he wasn’t a professional photographer; they were enthusiastic amateurs and by the look of the few images they’d had time to capture, they were pretty good. She was a natural; she could look coy or confident, vulnerable or in command, and she clearly loved the camera.
I’d admitted pretty quickly how much I got turned on by seeing a woman peeing – especially a sexy woman dressed to kill. I didn’t think they’d mind. Once that sort of secret is shared, it opens the door to uninhibited conversation of all kinds, and Mike and Amy had already promised to send me a link to their portfolio, if I’d help them out with some drone images. It was a no-brainer, and we’d set a date for the following weekend in the same location.
“Mike, I need to go now,” said Amy suddenly. “Not home, but, you know. That coffee I had when we left home is wanting to come out.”
“I should be getting back,” I started, but Mike interrupted.
“If you want to stay, Amy loves an audience. It’s why we do this stuff,” he said. I nodded my agreement – be honest, you would have done too. “Babe, do you want to try the other outfit?” Mike said, then, with a smile on his face, “I’m sure our new friend would like to see it,” and he reached into a bag and pulled out what appeared to be a white one-piece swimsuit made out of a three postage stamps and some string, and a pair of scarlet stripper heels. If I’d thought of leaving them to it, that was enough to change my mind.
Amy was completely uninhibited. She got out of the car and gripped the hem of her top, raising it slowly up and over her breasts. She paused slightly to maximise the visual impact as her boobs fell after being lifted with the top. She looked straight at me and giggled. She just could help performing. Mike was fixing a lens to his Nikon as Amy turned her back to me, wiggled her hips, unzipped her skirt, leant forward a little, pushed the skirt down and let it fall to the ground. Off with the boots, on with the swimsuit and heels and she was ready – and looking unbelievable.
“How about you sprawl over our new friend’s car. If we’re quick, I reckon no-one will come past. You don’t mind, do you?” suggested Mike. I did not. Amy obliged, climbing on to the bonnet of my Freelander, face down, one long leg drawn up underneath her, her other leg stretched out behind her, and her arse lifted a little, giving me a wonderful view of the tiny scrap of white fabric between her thighs. Mike positioned himself behind her: “When you’re ready babe,” he said. Amy reached her hand under her belly, and with her middle finger, caressed her lips.
“Here it comes,” she called, and I watched her pee flood the fabric, rendering it completely transparent, as Mike’s camera shutter clicked incessantly. Her clear piss stream flowed through and round the swimsuit, puddling on to the paintwork of my car and running across the bonnet, dripping on to the ground.
Amy somehow stemmed the flow, rolled over on to her back, drew both knees up to her chest, knees wide apart, head bowed slightly, looking up with big puppy eyes. She opened her mouth a little, and put a finger to her lower lip – if there was any way to look more provocative, I hadn’t seen it in a long while. It was all I could do to stop myself getting my cock out and stroking it. Mike’s camera clicked away as Amy released another 20 seconds of pee, forcing it through the swimsuit fabric. Finally the stream became a trickle, she called “I’m all done, hun,” and I knew the show was over…
Mike and Amy made a swift exit, leaving me with a raging hard-on and a feeling of unbelief: had that really happened? But the liquid on my car bonnet left no room for doubt. I was looking forward to next weekend already.
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7 minutes ago, Silv said:
Thank you for the link, I will read it as soon as possible. Regarding your question, let's say it is better. I was able to have some new experience. I will talk about them in the future. 🙂
Great! Looking forward to reading about them 🙂
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I totally understand @Silv and thank you for writing about your experiences. I would be interested to know how your relationship has changed since you first spoke about your kink to your wife. And what you now do differently. You may have seen this thread but if not you may find it interesting.
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Honestly described, and with permission
Regular followers may remember that K and I have been trying to expand our pee play in the last few months. It’s developed within the broader concept of scheduling time for intimacy of various kinds – usually but not always with sex at the heart of them. (After 30 years of marriage, with all the ups and downs that come with it, this system has worked well for us: we take it in turns to ‘set up’ the sessions – at least two a week without fail.)
Before Christmas we had introduced the idea of K sitting on my lap and peeing – both of us clothed, so she wet her thong and my trousers. There’s a link to that story at the end of this post if you missed it. Yesterday was as much exhibitionist / voyeuristic as physical. I had asked K to fill up and hold during the afternoon so she was ready to go by about 5pm. She has very good control and neither of us is into extreme levels of discomfort. I was doing the same filling and holding, and by 4:30 I was starting to feel the tell-tale pressure in the bladder.
We’d told the (grown up) children who are with us at the moment that we were going to shut ourselves away for an hour or two (they are used to this now – K and I decided long ago that having them around wasn’t going to get in the way of something as important as our physical relationship).
I’d chosen an outfit for K: cut-off tight denim shorts (no underwear), white knee-high socks and a white crop top with the lining removed. K is 55 and has the body of a 20-year-old: I swear there must be a portrait of her in the loft that’s magically showing her getting older, because she never ages: I am so into her physically it’s embarrassing. I’d love her to choose her own outfits for this kind of sexy pee play – she knows what I like – but in the meantime I am more than happy to help with these decisions 😊 I think most men are visually turned on – I certainly am!
We chose the bathroom as the location. K stood on the bath mat, legs slightly apart, knees slightly bent, while I sat on the closed seat of the toilet. I had set up the phone to make a video of the whole thing (it’s just for us, and so are the photos – sorry!). We were both getting pretty keen to go, though of course a growing erection while I just looked at her wasn’t going to help me get things started. But after a few seconds her pee was coming.
I watched as the pale denim at the crotch of her shorts darkened a little and pee started flowing out of the legs of the shorts, down her thighs and on to her socks, running on to the mat and completely soaking it. K turned round to show me view from front and back and I reached out to feel the stream cascading over her skin – so warm and wet and lovely.
She peed for 50 seconds; half way through I felt the same lovely warmth and wetness spreading in my crotch and legs as I started to pee in my jeans.
When K was done, I could tell it hadn’t been a turn on for her at all, and she just wanted to get out of her damp clothes and into a warm bath, so that’s what she did. There was all sorts going on that day between us, but even so I think it’s fair to say that for her, wetting like this is unlikely to be a first choice of sexy things to do, which is a pity, but there it is. I was hugely aroused, and while she climbed into the bath, I picked up her sodden shorts and masturbated into them – it was an immensely satisfying orgasm.
I had thought that the chances of K getting off on the experience were pretty slim – she is very, very good to me, but doesn’t really ‘get’ the kink. But there’s a quid pro quo, so once we were bathed, warm, naked and calmer, we moved to the bedroom where I’d set up candles, burning incense, and our favourite acoustic Paul Weller playlist, and gave K a half hour of massage all over.
Overall it was a wonderful experience for me, and I hope the first (wetting) part wasn't too difficult for K. I do love her so very much. We both know we have to work hard at our physical relationship, and she accepts my kink, seems to enjoy some aspects of it, and is coming to terms with other aspects. That doesn’t mean that everything always works perfectly.
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I was feeling a bit naughty yesterday and there was laundry to be done, so naturally I took advantage of the pile of clothes on the floor by the washing machine. Oh – and there was an empty beer bottle, so I thought I would pee into that a little too just for fun.
You can see the results in the video here: https://www.erome.com/a/43cxRKon
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1 hour ago, gldenwetgoose said:
Why thank you sir - very kind of you. It's weird, mostly self perception I think but I always tend to 'downgrade' myself when thinking of what I see in the mirror compared to what I see in others. I'm probably doing myself a disservice.
It's been said that the angle one views one's own dick from makes the dick look smaller than it does to others looking from different angles. Not sure whether that's true, or whether it's just a way to make ourselves feel better 🙂
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Tremendous story! Thanks so much for sharing these incredibly hot experiences with us ❤️
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Those I have shared with K this year have all been memorable - more so than any of my solo peeing. So K peeing over me in the bathtub, and sitting on my lap wetting her thong and my trousers - those have been the highlights of last year. Of course, joining PF and meeting people, and discovering that I like reading and writing about peeing have been fantastic too. (And thanks @Ppgirl for your inspiration ... I feel the need to write a male-view counterpart to your latest "desperate night in the city" story 🙂
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The nonchalant / casual / free peeing scenarios are recurring in this thread, and certainly they're there in my fantasies too - either in a controlled environment like a shared / holiday house, or an entire country (like @Ms. Tito's Pisuaria).
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Well that run was a bit rubbish. You know those times when you set out feeling fine and with good intentions and motivation and it just doesn't work out like that? I wanted to run 10k at close to PB time, and failed. So 4 miles at 7:22/mile, then a walk for a quarter of a mile, and another mile run at about the same pace will have to do. Breathing all over the place, I never settled into a rhythm, legs felt heavy. All wrong. But hey, I got out and about - that's the main thing!
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This is very disappointing. It seems our kink maybe under attack from people who should understand us 😞
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Great stuff! Love that gif ❤️
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40 minutes ago, gldenwetgoose said:
Might be an obvious choice - but takes me back to the better moments of my youth
And when U2 were a great band and we didn't realise what a cock Bono was 🙂
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Wow - you are really spoiling us with your stories, pics and videos! Terrifically hot stuff. Keep it up ❤️
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Of course
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Wow. Terrific account if your pee soaked sexy night! Thanks. I think you've found the right online community 🙂
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Quite possibly. And I love the photos - they demonstrate the wonderful, grown-up, tolerant, mature and relaxed German attitude to nudity that I love (and fervently wish we had in the UK).
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Lovely! Hot and believable. We feel for the two of them, and share in Ally's desperation and relief. Nice pampers touch too! Award-winning fiction, I'd say 🙂
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Thank you to everyone who nominated and voted for me in the Newcomer award. I don't know what else to say (which isn't like me at all).
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Thank you so much for putting in the time and effort to set up, administer and write up the awards Sophie. And you are fully deserving of the awards for which you were voted as winner / joint winner.
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1 hour ago, gldenwetgoose said:
Hopefully a quick bump up the page will gain a few more responses - as a guy I'm hoping for a certain unanimous response. Not that it really makes a difference to me.
I'm pretty sure my wife would agree with the preference for 'normal', she accepted me so that gives me a clue (or she's even easier pleased than that. Bless her lol).
I do wonder whether, without getting to know the guy first, there's a stereotype assumption that anyone who places a high priority on their physical appearance is going to be very self-focussed, maybe shallow. On the opposite hand maybe a guy who works hard to keep in shape would be perceived as healthy, strong and a protector in a sort of alpha male, survival of the fittest way. In the movies there does seem to be that image of big muscly guys as being all brawn and no brain.
So widening the question beyond just the ladies: For all those attracted to men - is first glance physical appearance enough to put you off, and what are your preferences?
What's quite interesting here is the fact that not every male on this site reveals much visually about themselves (though some do) but that doesn't stop people (women and other men developing relationships of various kinds - genuine friendships, fantasies) with them. I would like to think that many on this site aren't typical of the world at large, and perhaps look for different things. I might be wrong!
For what it's worth, my wife has expressed a preference for the 'average guy' over the gym rat, which is just as well. For myself, there's no doubt that I find a fit man attractive, but I don't put much emphasis on that aspect to be honest.
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Attributes of the modern world amplify, accelerate and polarise many aspects of life. It's harder to keep a long view in mind; harder to remain dispassionate and rational. And yet connectedness across distance and time provides some measure of comfort.
Think of it in these terms: we might feel desperate. We are holding on for something good that's coming. There are people online who are sharing our desperation with us, and encouraging us. We know that time is coming when there will be sweet relief. We can experience that relief in many ways - in old familiar places or new. Alone or with others. We can share the results with others who will appreciate what we have done.
When you think of 2020, and 2021, think of pee. You may find it all seems better.
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11 minutes ago, gldenwetgoose said:
The last part of this year has almost killed off any dreams I have to be honest - at every glance of social media, news and opinion I just seem to be reminded of the predicament the world faces itself in. The hypocrisy, the I-know-best attitudes at every turn.
Honestly - I just want to get on with normal life. To be able to get back on aeroplanes, to travel, to have a drink with friends.
Sorry, depressing post to end the year on - but at least I have all you guys.
Hang on in there Goose. You know where I am.
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The most remarkable 2020 pees
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That is such a short description ... and so incredibly hot!