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I had a lucky sighting last night. I was returning from a night out and walking back from the nightbus stop, this requires a walk up a hill past some shops. In front of me I could see a girl walking funnily in a blue dress. She seemed to be struggling, I wondered if she had heels on or what? As you get past the shops there is a phone box and I noticed she hobbled over and went behind it. Curious, I went up and saw she was squatted behind the phone box, so seeing a good excuse I entered the box as if to use it, whilst looking to my right. The girl had pulled her grey leggings and pink knickers

Last week I was driving for work which these days I only do occasionally. I was returning from a clients site on one side of the country to our office on the other. In doing so I had to use a lot of A roads, for readers from outside the UK these are secondary routes which do not have the status, speed, layout etc of motorways... or indeed the service stops. I had been driving for about two hours and felt the need to stretch my legs and use the facilities, so I pulled in to a layby. This is one of the larger ones which is actually separate from the roadway, with a large wooded strip between t

It was a very sunny this afternoon in the south of the UK so I decided to go out for a walk. I passed by a busy park which was jam packed full of people having an afternoon drinking! 1. When I got near the top of the hill I saw a blonde girl in a tight dress heading for some bushes. I could see she had squatted down with her white thong pulled to one side, and was peeing quite a puddle underneath her. She finished and without wiping, snapped her thong back into position, adjusted her skirt and left. There were a few more people peeing but sadly all guys. After about 15 minutes I decided to

Most portable toilets can be locked from the outside with a square end key or a screwdriver

Or "wee" which I believe is a chiefly british term.

This is a story which is 90% based on events I witnessed one night, but with a few alterations as to names, places etc. However, the storyline is true. Sorry about the length! --- It was late one night on a tube train disappearing into the suburbs. Thursday night wasn't as wild as Friday, so the tube was quiet. There had been some delays on the way, and I was going to be tight to catch the last bus home. We pulled into the station where I changed for the bus. This was a small outdoors station which was quite sleepy really, especially at that time of night. Most of the houses around were

The key is to pay in dollars, checking with your bank that they support foreign transactions, which most do. I have an account with the National Westminster and they charged me fine, levying a small fee (25p I think) for the fact it was a transaction in a foreign currency - better than paying an inflated price from the start.

A few years ago in my student days I would supplement my income by doing part time work at events as a steward. This meant I would often work weekends at major events and festivals as a member of events staff. After a season I was promoted to a senior steward. This meant I was on a higher grade and I also would get more variety of work as the management trusted me. One weekend I was working at a fairly large outdoor event on a hot summers day in a big park. Very many people had come for a day out to enjoy the attractions. As the weather was better than expected the site was overwhelmed and t

I went for a walk in the park today. It was quite busy what with the bank holiday and the sunny weather this weekend. At the edge of a grassy area is an area with trees and low lying shrubs. The grassy area had several groups of young students picnicing and drinking. Walking along a path in the shrubs I could see two girls in their twenties enter and hide behind a holly bush. The first to go was a blonde who I didn't see. Second was a curvy brunette, about 25 years of age, who pulled down her black tights and pulled her skirt up, squatted on the floor and then made a large stream on the p

I can confirm that this sort of thing still happens on a regular basis when it's sunny in a park. Keeping an eye open for such girls can yield happy sightings. Usually, somebody getting up and walking purposefully towards some bushes, usually without bags/coats etc which are left with the rest of the party. It's almost always alone but occasionally with one other. In one particular park is a bushy area which can be entered from two sides, both at the top and bottom of the hill (which it runs along the edge of). The top is frequented by sunbathers and evening picnic-drinkers, especially stud

(This is a lucky sighting which I'm quite sure could be bulked out into a story). A few weeks ago I was out on a Saturday night in a busy bar populated by many students. There was a pretty girl who looked quite drunk chatting to a good-looking guy. She was about 5ft 2, mousy brown hair and very good figure wearing, crucially, grey leggings amongst other things which showed her arse off perfectly. She was also showing some signs of needing a wee - crossed legs, fidgeting etc. I kept her in the corner of my eye for a good half an hour and her desperation became more frantic. Eventually this gu

That's very odd, culturally, because our own licensing laws dictate that toilets must be provided free for patrons of the establishment!

Does it happen just when you get to the bathroom? Is it just a dribble or lots?

It was a knee-length skirt which she initially pulled up and pulled her knickers/tights down to her knees, crouched slightly and let the first squirt splatter on the pavement, before pulling it up more and squatting properly to finish.

I was lucky enough to witness the following just before Christmas. I was at a party in the suburbs with a friend of mine. She's in her early 20s, brown hair cut in a fringe and brown eyes, skinny and slim build. It was about 1am and as we live on the same road we said we'd travel back together. Before leaving the party she went to the loo, we walked to the main road and caught the nightbus. We'd catch one to a particular road, then change for another one back to where we needed to be. We were about 10 minutes into the journey (about half an hour after leaving the party) when she mentioned

Sometimes I've heard of girls leaking/dribbling as they get to the toilet. I don't mean full on wetting, but letting go of a few dribbles in their knickers, usually as they approach the toilet. Is this a common thing?

Modern ones are particularly as they are more effective and powerful! I would just like to point out that in many public facilities, a mains switch is situated above most driers!

The pub on Euston Station has toilets which can be used - I suppose they rely on it being out of the way and not sign posted to avoid lots of people using it.

I have a very good friend whos bladder reacts to alcohol - if we're out drinking she will need a wee regularly. Usually we meet up in city centre bars etc, so it isn't a problem. I thought about engineering a situation in which she'd be desperate. Not far away from us there's a village with a little pub I'd quite like to go to. We could spend a few hours there, then walk back to the town, which takes you along a pathway along the route of a long-closed railway line. It takes about an hour to get back to the main road. Now, if I engineered this situation she would surely be desperate at some

I'm on the tube going home late at night - about 11pm. As we approach my station I notice a girl gets up in front of me, the first thing I notice (to be honest!) is her tight dress which shows a clear VPL of some frilly-edged knickers. Then I notice that she's bobbing up and down slightly at the knees with her legs pressed together. I wondered if she might need a wee... the train pulls into a station and the doors open, she shoots off and quickly trots towards the exit. She's slim with a pert backside, with brown hair held up in a bun, wearing a tight black dress and black tights which as I sa

This weekend - surely plenty of girls peeing wherever they can find?

A locomotive driver could conceivably be some way away from facilities on some of the more remote parts of the network. I seem to remember reading that B.R. fitted some diesel locomotives with urinals for this reason, although they just discharged onto the permanent way.

Out walking in the park today, it was quite busy; the promised heavy storms having not materialised. As I walked along a field I saw a girl in a white dress emerge from some bushes, smoothing her skirt as she did; it was obvious what she'd just done, shame I wasn't there a minute eariler! 1. A little later a girl, probably about 25, brown hair and quite curvy, in an olive dress, walked in with a guy. She looked around for a suitible spot, selected one, then said to the guy "Don't watch me! Turn around! Don't look!". She proceeded to pull down some lacey black knickers, and squat, releasing

Out walking today I noticed a girl wearing a blue bikini turn off a path into some bushes. She hid behind a tree, then as she was about to pull the bikini down she had second thoughts and moved further in. However, she was still visible as she pulled her bikini bottoms down, squatted and let loose a strong stream. She wiped with a packet of baby wpipes and returned to the path.

Not a sighting but an overhearing. I caught the train yesterday and as it was a Saturday afternoon it was extremely busy. There were also delays to the trains due to some excuse or other. We were therefore sitting at a particular station for some time, and I was standing at the end of the carriage, next to the toilet. A young lady, who was about 20 with blonde hair and a summery dress, walked up to the toilet and went inside. At this point a user is faced with a large notice stating "DO NOT USE THIS TOILET WHILST THE TRAIN IS IN A STATION", which she saw and turned around back to her seat.