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With another weekend of scorching weather, many people took to local parks for an afternoon of drinking. 1. A couple of girls in their mid/late teens entered some sparse bushes. One kept lookout whilst the other went further in. She had brown shoulder length hair, tanned, and slim. She pulled her jeans down to her knees and squatted down against a tree with her backside pushed out far behind her. After she'd had a wee she wiped herself with a leaf and left. 2. I saw a woman in her twenties, wearing a long flowing green and white dress, squat down in a bush, at a distance, but nothing more

I suppose that certain occupations can't always stop off work to visit the toilet. Policemen, doctors, teachers, bus drivers, postmen, milkmen etc. I believe that some employers of e.g. plumbers, BT linesmen etc prohibit their staff from using customers toilets!

I'd been out drinking with a friend of mine, who I've referred to in a previosu post "Night out". She's early 20s, skinny, slim figure, curly long brown hair and freckles. Very pretty and sweet. Also, she admits that her bladder "turns into a pea" when she drinks. Today she was wearing tight jeans and a tight pink t shirt. We were at a house party somewhere in the suburbs for a friends birthday. She'd been drinking and with her slim figure she becomes quite tipsy soon. As with most house parties there was only one toilet, for which there was a queue. At about 2230 we were talking and I sai

I don't know in which country this club was, but I know that in the UK local licensing regulations stipulate a specific minimum number of toilets depending on capacity. All licensed premises must have facilities for customers, just as they must have e.g. free water. I knew of one pub which was shut down for breaching these, which would previously often have queues.

I'm quite lucky to know her as a girl who A) needs to wee a lot with alcohol, B) is open about it and C) lovely and pretty! I often wonder if she ever has to stop on the way home for a wee after a night out drinking? She is very reserved in general and doesn't like to be rude. I've seen her break off from a conversation and walk towards the toilets but stopped her for a chat. She will then talk for a while, crossing her legs and moving her hips, before excusing herself in an apologetic hurry midway through a sentance and running to the toilet. I saw her once as I was leaving the gents, runni

About 5 years ago I went to visit a friend of mine in her new flat. We went out to the pub which was just along the road from her, about 3 minutes away. We'd been drinking for a while and she'd only been to the loo once, when we arrived. We subsequently entered a pub quiz which lasted an hour. At the penultimate round she said she was going to nip to the loo but when she got there it was occupied (there was only one ladies toilet!) and soon after the final round started. The final round came and went, she announced she was going to go to the loo as the results had just been announced. Howeve

Do other members have any interest in wetting? I find the only interest in wetting is a small leak or dribble prior to an emergency squat or running to the toilet.

I think you're right - it will be interesting to see what happens when the license fee comes up in a couple of years time? Remember once upon a time you needed a license to own a radio! However it is good that we still have the BBC as an unbiased and non-commercially-run organisation. TBH like other posters I use the catch up online services, the chances of me catching something I want to watch live anyway are slim.

Hi Steve25805, yes I realise it's the sort of story that appeals to a certain audience, into desperation. Perhaps I should have made that clearer! Thanks.

Matt finally relieved her at 10.10pm, to the dot. "Selfish arse" she thought to herself. She realised that she had to dash to catch her bus, otherwise she'd be waiting in the cold for half an hour for the next one. She dashed downstairs, hoping she might have tie for a quick wee, but Sue stopped her on the stairs to thank her profusely for doing a double. By this time Leah couldn't have cared for thanks, she'd much rather have the chance to wee. But time was against her and she only had enough time to grab her coat and bag and run out the door to the bus stop. And lucky she was prompt, because

This is a story - the first fictional account I've written. I've tried to be descriptive (because that's what I like) but I don't know if it is too long for people. Let me know, feedback helps! The basis of the story is from something a friend told me happened to them a while ago, with some embellishments and alterations, so it counts as sufficiently fictional. Because I'm British, I've used British slang and colloquialisms - I hope they're all obvious to those of you from "across the pond"! Leah was a multi-talented 18-year old. She lived in the suburbs of London and was an only child t

Unfortunately/fortunately (depending on one's view of the matter) the portaloos were right up against a perimeter fence wall, so there was no sheilding to be had!

Today I took a quick walk through the woods. I was lucky! It was a quiet day, as it was midweek, so not as many people were out. I was walking through an area where there are shoulder-height bushes and shrubs as well as trees. I noticed to one side of me there was a guy who was pissing up against a tree. He finished and walked away from me towards the main path, where I saw a girl waiting for him. Would she....? She would. She handed him her handbag and gingerly stepped through the bushes to where the guy had been standing. She was about 6ft, with blonde shoulder length hair, curvy yet slim,

Recently I was at a large outdoor event in a field which, as such events do, means Portaloos! I was at a block which comprised six individual units laid in a row, the queue starting from one end. The end cubicle had its door ripped off and so was open to the world, so nobody was using it. I was second in the queue with one person in front of me. A girl ran towards the toilets from the other direction, looked at them and the queue and crossed her legs. She said "does anyone want to use this one?". The lady in front of me pointed out that the door had been pulled off so it was open. "I don't

I've seen her desperate quite a few times. She openly admits that alcohol goes right through her. I once was talking to her and noticed she was crossing her legs and wiggling her hips, after a while she gave me a funny look and said "Shut up! I'm trying to hold it in, cos once I've broken the seal I'll need a wee for the rest of the night". She lasted another 10 minutes or so before giving in. A few times I've kept talking to her and waited for her to break off mid-sentance to run to the loo.

Last night I met up with a friend of mine for some drinks in the pub. I joined her at about 8pm, she'd been drinking since 5pm. She's skinny, in her early twenties, with long dark brown hair and freckles. Wearing a grey dress and black tights. Very pretty! We hadn't seen each other for a while so we spent a long time catching up over many drinks, so of course we both visited the facilities. I know from past experience that she often needed a wee after she'd been drinking for a while and this was no exception. She admitted after one trip that "if I'm out drinking I always need a wee!". Anyw

Telephone boxes have always been a place used for a surreptitious wee. After all how many places afford a modicum of privacy on a street? It is noticeable that modern boxes have open bottoms. Presumably the Post Office got fed up of having to clean the insides!

Friday or Saturday night, next to a railway station/bus stop, as people come home from a night out. Any summer evening, particularly weekend/holiday time, in open grassy areas/parks etc.

It's interesting how people seem to more frequently begin to lose control as they approach the toilet (or other place of relief). Recently I saw a girl start to wee as she ran towards some bushes (she was wearing a skirt but no underwear), as well as another who wet herself whilst undoing her shorts. Is this a psychological thing, or just timing? (i.e. the person will run for somewhere to pee at a certain point not far off an accident).

As it was so warm today, I visited again. A lot of the below was a case of being in the right place at the right time! 6. Next to the edge of a lake is a clearing on which a great deal of people were sitting after enjoying a swim, some having a barbecue etc. At the edge of the clearing the woods begin again and there is a steep embankment, at the top of which is a path. Walking alone this path I noticed a couple enter the edge of the woods. The guy stood at the edge whilst the girl went further in, pulled down her shorts and bikini bottoms and had a loud wee on the path. She bounced up and d

3. Another girl then entered the bushes area, she was in her early 20s, medium height, with brown hair, relatively curvy yet slim. She wore a denim jacket and denim shorts with tights underneath. Her friend guarded the entrance to the bushes as she entered, pulled her tights, shorts and pink knickers down then squatted against another tree and had quite a short wee. She then left to take up guard at the entrance. She looked very confident peeing in the bushes. 4. Her friend then gingerly entered the bushes, tip-toeing carefully. She was in her late teens/early twenties, very slim and pretty

The UK is experiencing a heatwave at the moment - temperatures hitting 24 Centigrade in parts. Today I headed out for a walk in the park, which I referred to in a previous post. With it being a weekend and a hot one at that, many people were enjoying a day in the park drinking - and of course what do people who've been drinking need...? The following was seen in about an hour! 1. As I was walking down one of the paths, I saw a lady about 30 years old, curvy, with curly blonde hair, and a guy about the same age, in front of me. This path has large bushy areas on either side of it, but with ga

I will also write about two events when I didn't witness anything in particular, but heard a lot. 3. At work one day, I was in the staffroom with a colleague who's mid 30s, long brown hair, and quite curvy. She wore a floral dress and tights. I'd been talking to her about something and heard her say "Right, let's go and have a look at that, just going to nip to the loo first". At this point someone she'd been looking for came in, so she went over to them to discuss something in particular. I know this friend often puts off going to the loo to the last minute. She stood speaking to this colle

Another two observations: 1. Out drinking with a group of friends in a different park which had public toilets, which I used a couple of times during the afternoon/evening. At one point I needed to go again, so excused myself from the person I was talking to. She replied "Oh, I need a wee too, I'll walk with you!". We walked towards the toilet block, on arriving there found the cleaner locking them up at the end of the day. "Shit, they're closed" she said, turning around to me. She had blonde hair to her shoulders, a slim but just curvy enough figure, and wore jeans and a top. "I think the o

I think that girls tend to fall into two categories. The shy pisser is probably not used to pissing in the bushes. She's probably been out all day and put off going for a wee until she can't wait. She usually goes either alone or with a good friend, or possibly boyfriend, and tries to hide very well and double check she can't be seen, before timidly squatting down. The confident outside pisser is quite free and happy to piss outside, and doesn't wait until she's desperate, and will confidently walk into the bushes and squat, probably not being too concerned about being seen. Another time