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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.

A little while later the guard came on the tannoy to say that we would be moving shortly, and attendants started shutting the doors along the length of the train. Looking into the carriage to see if there were any seats (there weren't) I caught a glimpse of the girl, who was sitting on a seat with her legs fidgeting and crossed tightly.

As soon as we pulled out of the station at a slow pace she marched up the aisle, into the toilet. I could hear her hissing stream over the sound of the train moving which was quite an achievement!

(American readers should know that railway travel in the UK is subject to regular disruption, with the British Rail excuses ranging from the mundane to the inconceivable. Also, trains manufactured prior to the 1970s discharged the contents of the toilet straight onto the track, and doing so at the station would be rather unpleasant for anybody on the platform, thus the warning sign. There is no reason why one shouldn't use the toilet, so long as they do not flush it until the train has left, but luckily this girl didn't know this.)

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 said I was going to head off soon, back to the station. She said she'd join me, as she didn't know the way, but she needed to have a wee first. She joined the queue for the toilet which took about 10 minutes for her to go. I saw during this time she was crossing her legs and she leant over to talk to someone else, keeping her legs crossed as she did so. Anyway she went for a wee, we spent a while talking to someone else and then we left.

We were walking back to the station, about a 20 minute walk, and she announced she needed a wee again. I sounded surprised as she'd only just been. She looked embarrassed but admitted that alcohol really makes her need to wee all the time. I asked what she wanted to do, "Well there's nowhere around and I won't be able to hold it till I get home, will you guard if I squat somewhere?". She said it in a pleading tone and had her legs crossed. We were on a quiet street so she walked along a little further and then ducked between two parked cars.

She undid her belt with some difficulty, then pulled her jeans down to her ankles, and pulled her plain pink knickers to her knees. She carefully turned with her backside to the roadway (which gave me an excellent view), and squatted down until she was practically sitting on the floor.

She let go and a stream of wee arced out of her unshaven privates. She continued to produce an impressive stream considering she'd just had a wee 15 minutes earlier. The stream died down and she sighed happily. Then she sat there and I asked if she was ok. "Yeah, just trying to get a bit more out". She dribbled a little more onto the tarmac. Then she stood up and pulled her knickers up, before pulling her jeans up and buckling the belt.

We walked back along to the station, she was very apologetic about delaying me. "I am really bad when I've had a drink, I always need a wee!". I tried to find out more without sounding too interested. "The worst is when you're on the train and there's a delay, and you're just stuck there!" She went on that she'd "almost had an accident a few times" which I said everyone had, but she explained "No, I mean, I've started to have one as I got on the toilet".

I hope I see her at other parties!

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, running towards the ladies - "Sorry, can't stop, toilet!". She's probably had hundreds of near misses and outdoor squats!

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. However, I was sure that ours had been added up wrongly ( of course I was! ;) ) and we spent a minute going through them. By this time there was a queue of half a dozen girls who had all been waiting till the end and all had the same idea!

My friend decided it would be best to go home and go to the loo there, but as we left the pub she exclaimed "Sh*t, I need to pick up loo roll". We detoured to the corner shop and went inside to pick some up, by this point she was visibly quite desperate. I asked her if she was ok and she said "I really need a wee!" which was something she didn't usually admit to. I suggested that she run ahead to use the toilet and I'd queue for the shopping and follow on. She thought that was a good idea and left, although she didn't run.

I was lucky and another till was opened and I paid very quickly so as I left the shop I could see her just entering her block of flats. I very quickly caught up. Unlocked the door and walked into the hallway, and looked straight through the open bathroom door to see her sitting on the toilet, peeing a firehose stream! She blushed bright red and said "Well, come on, bring us a roll!". I didn't need any invitation to come in and take my time opening the packaging to extract one for her. I noticed that her knickers were slightly damp too.

I knew she usually left the bathroom door open at home but was very lucky she did on this occasion when I could accidentally see her. I was a very lucky guy!

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 the bus arrived just after she did.

She got on, scanned her Oyster and sat down upstairs. She was firmly crossing her legs by now, and needed to take her mind off her bladder, so she put her headphones in. The bus sped out of the town centre where her pub was situated, and gained speed as it went through the countryside towards home. It slowed into the housing estate on the edge of Leah's home area, and turned into a side road. Though it was a 20mph zone the driver was doing at least 30, and there was a >CRASH< as he went over a speed bump. This just made Leah's desperation even more intense. She hadn't had a wee since 2pm this afternoon and had been drinking all afternoon. She thought back to the last time she was this desperate, on a long-distance coach in the US - but at least she'd been drinking alcohol then rather than fruit juice, and she hadn't gone because a friend had kept her talking, rather than an ignorant colleague! Her thoughts were brought down to earth by another >CRASH< as the driver went over another bump. By this point her stomach felt full and painful, and she had to cross her legs.

The bus pulled up in a layby about a mile from her house. "This bus terminates here" said the automatic voice. "Please take all of your belongings with you!". She didn't hear this because of the headphones, but very shortly a burly driver appeared and asked her to get off. "But I thought you went to the town centre?". "Aye, normally I do luv. But aven't you 'eard about the roadworks down by the motorway? A'm running late and need ter get back t' garage to av me teabreak on time. Regulations, see". Dejected, she got off the bus and watched the driver speed away. Lucky bastard, she thought. All afternoon she could have gone for a wee, but she was dedicated and conscientious to her customers. This driver reminded her of Matt, who did everything to the book - when it was in his benefit, of course. She stood at the bus stop, alone in the dark - the only other person on the bus having given up and started walking. The next bus was now 10 minutes behind. She thought ironically to herself that she could have had time to have a wee at work before getting the bus, and she'd still be home at the same time. But this didn't help her now. She removed her belt and put it in her bag - the last thing her bladder needed was extra pressure at the moment. 5 minutes to go. She was crossing her legs and pacing up and down the shelter. She started to think pragmatically. 5 minutes to the bus, then perhaps 10 minutes to her home stop, and 5 minutes to get home. She could make it. She'd been holding it for 8 hours by now - another 20 minutes was doable, surely? 2 minutes. She was breathing deeply. 1 minute. She hoped the second driver was as speedy as the first. It felt like everything had been against her today. She started to blame herself - if only she'd been as ignorant as the others! If only that woman hadn't complained about her meal! She didn't care about anything else right now - all that she wanted was to not have to wee so badly!

The glorious words "DUE" appeared on the display and sure enough the double-decker appeared around the road. Finally, she thought, she was getting somewhere. But if she thought the first bus driver was an arse, the second one was a jobsworth. She got on and touched her card, but she had run out of credit. "You'll need to pay, madam, those are the rules". Great! She's bumped into another jobsworth who's just going to delay her. She explained that she'd been thrown off the other bus. "A likely story!" said Jobsworth "If you had been thrown off, the driver would have given you a voucher! You can't pull a fast one on me. You must pay the fare, or get off!". Leah put her bag down on the ledge and started fishing out coins for the fare. She could have argued, but she felt that Jobsworth would have none of it and, besides, she just wanted to get home. She was aware of the other passengers tutting and grumbling at her. She was angry - this wasn't her problem! She wanted to get home as quickly as they did! She was desperate!

She found the required coins from her bag (not easy whilst trembling and crossing her legs) and paid for a new ticket. This driver was the polar opposite of the first - he was slow and solemn. It was like one of those perfect drivers you read about in the Highway Code. But safety came second to Leah right now - she urgently needed to get home and empty her bladder. As they proceeded through the estate up towards her house, she thought "Well, at least there won't be any pain from the speedbumps!".

Her mother called her and asked where she was. Although her parents were away for the night, at a B&B on the coast for her father's work conference, they still kept a protective eye on their daughter. Leah explained that there had been a delay on the bus and she'd be home in about 20 minutes. As she put her phone down it slid off the seat and onto the floor. Although she was something of a feminist, she really hoped that one of the guys travelling on the bus would be a knight in shining armour and pick it up for her - bending down right now was going to be really difficult. But, no such luck. She gingerly moved into the aisle and bent down to retrieve her phone slowly, conscious that she was putting pressure on her bladder. She had a pained look on her face. To add insult to injury, her beltless trousers slipped slightly, showing the first inch or so of her lacey pink knickers. Attractive lingerie was something she prided herself on, but she preferred that it wasn't on display to the teenage boys on the back seat, who wolf-whistled. Normally her feisty self would say something to them, but she didn't care right now. As long as she could get home and pee. A middle-aged lady saw the look on her face as she stood up and leant over - "Are you alright, dear?" "Yea, I'm fine" Leah heard herself say "I'll be ok" as she held her stomach. "Oh, ladies problems. I see" said the old lady, nodding knowingly. If only she did know, thought Leah.

The bus passed the local shops and the next stop was hers. Leah had never been quite so happy in all her life. In 10 minute's time, she'd be sitting at home with an empty bladder. She sat on the edge of the plastic seat and rang the bell. She opened her legs slightly and pushed her body down against the plastic, using it to discretely apply pressure to her privates. She didn't want anybody to see her holding herself - it wasn't ladylike!

Then, it happened. The bus turned the corner just as a car approached the other way and the driver swerved, briefly mounting the pavement, resulting in a heavy crash as the wheels dropped back to the roadway. The pressure on Leah's crotch disappeared and the shock of the near-crash caused her sphincter to leak a squirt of pee into her knickers. She regained control and somehow shuffled towards the exit door. She got off without a word of thanks to the driver , ignorant bastard. She thought that Matt, her selfish colleague, should apply for a job with them.

Leah still had five minutes walk to her house, and she was beyond desperate. She hadn't been to the toilet in over 8 hours and was absolutely bursting for a wee. Her bladder was screaming at her for relief. She started to walk as quickly as she could, whilst maintaining pressure on her crotch. An old couple on the other side of the road looked at her disapprovingly - she must have looked drunk, although all she'd had was three coffees, two fruit juices and a few pints of water. "All" she'd had.

She walked down the side street and got to the cross-roads, when she felt an involuntary contraction and another squirt of wee escaped into her knickers. She realised that her bladder must have reached its absolute physical capacity and was slowly leaking as more was added. She slipped her right hand down her trousers and jammed it on her crotch, her knickers already wet to touch. She walked across the road and onto the path which lead to her road. She took a step onto the path and felt another spasm. She realised that she had no other option, she had to relieve herself now, before her tortured overfull bladder emptied itself. She shuffled over the five meters to the tennis courts, which were surrounded by bushes and afforded a modicum of privacy. She would have looked an absolute sight - walking in a totally cross-legged way, with a hand down her trousers.

Leah considered herself ladylike and the idea of weeing outside was almost alien to her. In fact, the first and last time she'd done it was a year or so previously, at a party in some fields. She'd realised there were absolutely no toilets nearby and her friend Emily had kindly shown her how to squat in a bush. She wasn't the sort of girl to pop a squat in an alleyway anywhere. Sure, she had been desperate a few times on the way home from a night out, but never this bad.

She dropped her handbag and coat on the tarmac, then shuffled over a few feet. She unbuckled the fastening of her trousers - sod the bloody zip being awkward at the worst time! - and then lowered her knickers to her knees. She noticed a large patch of wetness where she had involuntarily let loose.

As she squatted she tried to move away from where she left her bag, to avoid it getting wet. She was holding in with all her might by this point. She looked down, holding as hard as she could, and noticed that a slow trickle was leaking out of her pained sphincter, dribbling down onto the tarmac. She stayed there, being amazed at how it was still leaking despite her holding quite so hard. She shuffled away another step, leaving a trail behind her. She decided this was it - time to relieve herself. She relaxed, but nothing happened. Her body, having been saying "hold it, hold it, hold it" for the last 6 hours had almost forgotten there was any other state!

And then the floodgates opened. There was a hissing sound as a fine stream started, followed by a heavy torrent which looked like a small firehose. Finally, after all these hours, her pained bladder was releasing. Leah looked down at the stream emerging from her and was amazed that she could hold so much. She sighed deeply from the relief. She was quite used to holding for a long time, but this really took the biscuit. Her petite form was squatting over a vastly-forming puddle. Her curly brown hair, which had many guys hooked from first setting eyes on her, rested over her arched back, just stopping above her bare bottom. Her deep blue eyes were wide with relief. And she continued to urinate profusely. The gushing stream, complete with hiss, continued. She was worried the hissing from the escaping pee would be audible to anybody who might be passing at this time of night. The gushing stream died down and a steady flow replaced it. Her poor bladder, which had held on for 8 hours, was still very full and emptying slowly. She was astounded at the amount of time she'd been weeing for; her knees were getting stiff from squatting for so long! At the same time she was glad she'd made the decision to give up and squat when she did. If she'd have tried to stay the course and get home, she'd probably have ended up having an embarrassing accident - and a major one at that.

After a very long time the steady flow gave way to a series of ongoing squirts as her bladder finally emptied itself. It still ached intensely, from the extreme pressure which it had been under. Squirt after squirt continued as her bladder emptied the final remaining contents onto the floor, to add to the considerable puddle.

After a couple of minutes, Leah was sure she'd finished. She took a deep breath and took in the feeling of an empty bladder. She had been on the verge of a massive accident - in fact she'd started having one. She didn't have any tissues to wipe with, but when she inspected her knickers she realised there wasn't much of a problem. She gingerly pulled her knickers up, feeling an unpleasant coldness where the wet patch touched her privates. She pulled up her trousers - but didn't bother with the belt. She stepped carefully away from the puddle on the ground and looked in astonishment at how much she'd been holding in. She didn't believe she could keep so much in.

As Leah left the tennis courts she rejoined the main path, walking towards her home. She noticed how it was much easier to walk now her bladder was empty! She reached home, unlocked and went up to her room, removing her trousers and shirt. She stood in her bra and knickers assessing the damage - luckily her knickers had soaked up the leakage, her trousers weren't affected at all. Her knickers were wet underneath, with a wet patch rising up both front and back sides, the material clinging to her privates.

Although her bladder had been emptied she soon had a desperate urge to wee again. Being home alone there was no problem - but she felt herself leaking as she ran to the bathroom, and plonked hersef on the toilet to let another long stream loose. She figured her poor bladder had been holding on for so long, it was weak and in need of rest!

Leah stood in the bathroom in her bra and knickers, removing them and putting them in the wash before running a relaxing hot bath. As she did her mum rang again and Leah had to assure her that she was fine, she'd just been delayed. "Oh good" said her mother "I was worried there might have been some accident! You know how I worry". Leah smiled - her mum didn't know the accident that so nearly happened!

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 to two decidedly middle-class parents. She did well at her studies, having obtained three A grades at 'A' level the previous summer. However, rather than heading straight off to uni, she decided to spend some time travelling, and would start her studies this September. She'd returned from her travels just before Christmas and in the New Year got a job as a waitress in a pub/cafe in the neighbouring area. Although her parents were sufficiently well off that money wasn't an issue, she was determined to be independent and earn her own money to save for uni.

Brains weren't all she had - with curly dark brown hair down to the small of her back, freckles, a size 8/32B figure standing 5"2' high, she had always been popular with the guys. She was a sensible girl though, and had only had one serious relationship, although he had since moved away. She spoke with a relatively well spoken accent and was regarded by all - from boys her age to the old ladies she served sometimes at work - as absolutely lovely.

She left her house early in the morning to work her 8am-6pm shift. She yawned as she got in, as she'd been working an awful lot lately, picking up extra hours. Her parents were keen to stress the importance of her studies when she went away, so she wanted to save up money now.

Her morning was reasonably quiet, and she served breakfast and mid-morning teas to the few customers there were. She was still quite tired, but a couple of coffees helped with that. Although some of the waitresses liked to lounge about in the back room on quiet shifts, Leah was a very conscientious employee - she would always find something to do, replenishing condiments, polishing tables or re-stocking drinks cupboards.

Lunchtime was reasonably busy and she had to be on the ball - there being only one waitress at quiet times - to keep things running smoothly. By this point all the coffee she had drunk had started to get to her, but there wasn't time to take a toilet break. Being an old building which had been converted, the toilets were down in the basement, and the staff toilets further along the basement still.

By 2pm, her lunch hour, she was quite desperate and as soon as her cover arrived she went down to the staff room in the basement and had a long wee. She wore a black shirt, black tight trousers as her uniform. Underneath was a white and black polka-dot bra and a pair of pretty pink lacey knickers. She sighed happily as she relieved herself, having been waiting for quite some time.

She sat eating her lunch and had some fruit juice whilst she read her magazine and caught up on her phone. As her break was almost over she thought it'd be sensible to go for another wee, although when she sat down there wasn't much to come out, so she pulled her trousers and knickers up and went back to work.

She got back to the bar and collected her keys and pager ready for the last three hours of her shift. It should be quite easy, she thought, since the late shift waitress started at 4pm ready for the evening rush, and she would finish at 6pm before it got too busy.

The afternoon proved busy and very warm, and Leah was kept on her feet all the time, stopping only for a brief drink of cool juice behind the bar. There was a promotion on at the moment, and it seemed that lots of people had come to take advantage of it. Finally a quiet moment arrived and she decided she had enough time to run downstairs and have a quick wee. As she entered the staff area she heard a shout "Leah!". It was Sue, the manageress. She explained that Steph, the late shift waitress, had called in sick "as per usual". Would she be able to work a double shift until 10pm? She was already quiet tired and looking forward to going home - but she could do with the overtime and Sue looked fed up enough as it was. "Yeah, alright, I'll stay until 10.". "That's amazing, you're a lifesaver as usual Leah! I'll come and help you when we start to get busy.". Leah made her excuses to leave but her pager buzzed, signalling the kitchen calling her, so she put the trip to the loo out of her mind and went back serving.

From 6pm it started to get busier as people left work. By this time people had finished work and were coming out for dinner and drinks. Leah was being run ragged forwards and backwards serving meals, and any quiet moments were taken up clearing plates and replenishing condiments. Sue came out to help at 6pm, but things were still extremely busy. Leah could hold her bladder for a long time, but it was irritating her. However, every time she thought she could nip off to the toilets, something else came up. There was a quiet moment and Sue suggested she go downstairs and put her feet up for 5 minutes. Leah was more interested in the prospect of a wee!

Just as she was walking to the stairs a customer called her over - there had been a mistake with her order. It was disgraceful! She couldn't eat this, there must have been a mix-up in the kitchens! It must be put right, right away! Sue was nowhere to be seen and, kind as she was, Leah went and sorted the problem out. Once this was all over, Sue appeared and reailsed that Leah hadn't taken her break yet. "I'm so sorry, maybe you could go now?". But just at this moment a large number of steaks was plated up and Leah didn't want to disappoint Sue, so she carried on.

It got to 9pm and food service stopped. Leah was thankful because this meant her workload going down. However, she remembered that for the last hour of this shift she had to work behind the bar whilst one of the barmen took his break. She remembered only at 9.10pm and asked if she could nip downstairs quickly first? The barman, Matt, was a grumpy sort - she didn't understand why he'd got the job. "My break starts at 9, so I'm off now. It's all yours.". Ignorant sod, she thought. By now she needed a wee quite badly, but could still hold it without any obvious sign of distress. She was kept busy up and down the bar for the duration, as many of the diners wanted after-dinner drinks. As she was at the bar, with the till, she couldn't leave even in a quiet moment. 9.45pm. She only had 15 minutes to go! Surruptitiously, she checked the bus timetable on her phone. Her bus, the 42, was due at 10.15, and it was a 20 minute journey home, so she'd be in bed by 11. She'd even have enough time for a quick wee beforehand. It had started to quieten down, but she noticed that she couldn't really stand still for too long, as she had an increasingly-full bladder.

She hadn't reckoned on Matt being an awkward git, though. 10pm came, the end of her shift, and he appeared at the bar, but headed out the door. "Wait, hang on!" she said. "Oh no" he replied "You relieved me 10 minutes late - I'm relieving you 10 minutes late. I'm off out for a fag". "Ignorant bastard" she muttered to herself, reminding herself never to do him a favour ever again. Another customer came and wanted a J20 from the fridge. As she bent down to reach it, she felt her belt press into her bladder, which was extremely painful. "Aaaah!" she thought to herself. She was quite desperate by this point, but had no way of leaving. Whilst she served the next customer she managed to cross her legs without appearing too obvious. She needed to reach a bottle from high above the bar, and stood on tiptoes. She was well aware that her pert arse would give a fine display to the waiting customer. With her trousers and underwear today he'd probably get to see a perfect outline of lacey knickers. As she reached she almost lost control, but quickly regained it before disaster happened. She found the bottle she was looking for and moved her hips into a more comfortable position. She couldn't tip-toe, she'd lose control, she just had to reach with her hands - the material of her shirt running tight over her bra. She remembered she'd have to devote all of her thoughts and energy to holding her bladder. She apologised for the wait when she served the customer, who seemed not at all bothered - the view having made up for the wait. He gave her a tip to "buy yerself a drink at the end of yer shift!". She accepted it gratefully, not saying that she' d be far happier with a wee.

CONTINUED...

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!

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 care" she replied.

She was about 20 with long straight mousy brown hair and wore a tight figure-hugging grey patterned dress. She went into the doorless portaloo, pulled her knickers (turquoise lace with pink edging) down to her knees and hovered over the toilet, having a long and obviously well-needed pee. She wiped with a hand towel and left, blasee about having openly urinated in front of a queue of people.

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.

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 down to dry herself, then got dressed and left.

7. I entered another bushed area and walked down to the end as I needed a wee myself. At this point the bushes fork into two areas, I took one. In the other, I saw a girl who was in her early twenties, blonde hair in a ponytail, squatting with her arse visible. She had her jean shorts at her ankles and was dribbling on the floor. She stood up and pulled her shorts up (I didn't see if she had knickers on inside) and left.

8. A short petite girl, in her late teens, wearing a black floral dress and tights, with brown hair to her shoulder, timidly entered the bushes. She looked around her and altered her position a few times. I could see she was fidgeting and was obviously in need of relief. She pulled her tights and underwear down, then squatted and started to wee. At this time another guy entered the bushes area and this girl responded by trying to pull up her g-string and tights, although she wasn't finished yet! She quickly stopped herself and continued to empty her bladder, before tidying up and leaving.

9. A little while later I was leaving the area, I saw a girl approach and look around for a place to squat. She was in her 20s, with long dark brown hair, curvy, wearing a long flowing skirt almost down to her ankles. She pulled her skirt up and squatted in the middle of the path, letting loose a very strong stream into the mud. At this point I came around the corner to leave the area and bumped into her. She was very apologetic - "Oh my god I'm so sorry! I'm blocking the path with my huge arse!" I said it wasn't a problem at all. "See, it's difficult for us girls, you guys have it so easy!". I turned away so as not to embarrass her further, but was very surprised at what she said next. "This is so rude but can you pass me some leaves from that tree?" I was shocked at her openness but passed her a few leaves. She wiped herself, pulled up a pair of white french knickers and let her skirt down, then left!

10. I walked around the fields and through the hedgerows for a while. I noticed a girl running towards the hedgerow. She was about 25, wearing a blue and white striped dress, with long dark brown hair, and quite well endowed. As she approached I noticed she was lifting up her skirt already. She ran into the hedgerow, lifted her skirt fully, bent backwards and then fiercely urinated into the ground, standing up. She didn't appear to be wearing any underwear at all! She obviously had a very full bladder and took a very long time to empty herself. When she was finished she let her skirt drop and walked back. I noticed afterwards a very large puddle where she had emptied her bladder, but also a trail heading towards it. This girl was obviously not able to hold it any longer and started to leak as she ran towards the hedge!

11. Back in the bushy area, another girl approached, in her late teens, redhead with curly hair and freckles, quite slim but tall, wearing a white dress. She looked around and went to a number of different spots, eventually choosing one on the other side of a bush to where I was. She tossed a packet of tissues to one side, lifted up her skirt and then took off her pink lace knickers and put them to one side too. She squatted, with her legs wide open (as she had no knickers on) and had a short, dribbling wee. She finished up, then waited for about a minute. She then farted loudly and bent forward, then groaned as a long runny poo fell onto the leaves. She continued to poo for a short while in fits and bursts. I thought it was very odd for her to do so but perhaps nature called at a particularly inconvenient time? She wiped herself a few times with the tissues, then put her knickers back on and left.

12. I walked around a little more and headed towards the exit. On my way I was walking along a fairly busy pathway, which had very many people walking both ways, as well as cyclists and skateboarders. In the opposite direction was a blonde girl in a blue dress, walking with her friend. She was carrying a bottle of beer and very openly stood at the side of the path, pulled her knickers down and stuck her backside out, then urinated all over the tarmac! This surprised me as being particularly open - there were easily plenty of bushes to hide in! I suppose she may have been subject to lower than usual inhibitions from drink.

As I left the park I walked past one of the few public toilets. Readers from the UK will know that many such facilities have been closed over the years. This was proof that the one block of toilets was wholly inappropriate for the number of people using it. About two dozen ladies were in the queue for the toilets (5 of), many of whom had crossed legs.

On a sunny day like this many people will put off going for a wee until they are desperate so by the time they have found somewhere they are likely to be very desperate indeed!

I was quite shocked that over the weekend I saw two girls who had had accidents (although one not wearing underwear), losing control just as they got into cover. And two girls who had a poo, which I have never seen a girl doing in a bush before.

As I said in a previous post, it is often obvious when a girl is going for a pee. They leave their picnicing/drinking group, usually alone, but perhaps with a girl-friend or partner, and walk in a determined manner towards bushes. Some are confident and open about it, others very embarrased and will triple-check they are hidden.

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 with short dark brown hair. She wore a very thin white dress with leggings underneath. She called her friend and said "I've never done this before... how do you manage it?". Her friend told her to pull her leggings down to her knees and squat. She lifted up her dress and pulled down her black leggings, then pulled down her lacey red knickers. She tried to squat but ended up falling into the ground! She finally positioned herself up against a tree and stood there for about a minute with a look of deep concentration. Finally, the floodgates came loose, and a very loud waterfall ran to the ground. Once this was finished she gingerly pulled up her knickers and leggings, then decided she needed more and pulled them back down again, letting loose a shorter stream. She pulled her knickers and leggings up and then left. She looked very scared and probably embarrassed!

5. Some time later I saw a girl who was in her early 20s, wearing black polka dot shorts and a black top, with brushed-up mousy brown hair, running towards the bushes. She ran very quickly inside, then was jogging on the spot as she undid her belt and buttons. "Oh shit.... shit..." I heard her groan, she pulled her shorts and knickers down as one and had a very desperate, loud pee onto the ground. She continued for over a minute, and when finished, she was panting and getting her breath back from an obviously desperate run. She stood up and examined her turquoise knickers, which had a very noticable wet patch. Not a spot - the whole bottom was soaked, she had obviously lost it just as she got into the bushes. She tidied herself up and left, walking uncomfortably away.

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 gaps every so often, which have benches for people to sit on. The lady walked into one of the gaps, saw a couple sitting on the bench, then returned to the main path. She did the same at the next gap. At the third, there was no couple, and she walked in whilst the guy stood by the entrance. Knowing (as I do) the layout of this area I walked a little further and into the next gap, then around the back of the bushy area.

In front of me was the lady, looking around the way she had approached, holding onto a large branch, with her jeans down and backside out in the air - not squatting. She was weeing a slow but steady stream. Her stream died off. She then farted loudly and a small poo erupted from her arse. This done, she pulled up her knickers and jeans without wiping at all, and returned to the path! As her knickers were white it's anyone's guess what they were like when she got home.

2. Further along I walked into some sparse bushes for a wee myself. I stood behind a tree and urinated up against it. Whilst I was doing so a girl who was probably about 25, with short blonde hair and blue eyes, quite slim, wearing a green polka-dot dress. She walked into the sparse bushes, looked around nervously (not seeing me), then pulled her knickers down to her mid thigh, just below her dress, but remained standing. She must have been a polka dot fan as her knickers were black polka dot with red trim, she looked around again, then very slowly went down into a squat, doing a long hissing wee, which she had obviously been holding in for some time. As she was mid flow another girl entered the area, the girl in green tried to move to one side whilst squatting and weeing, to further hide herself, but only succeeded in getting her feet wet.

There are some more I saw which I will add to the thread later.

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 colleague for probably 10-15 minutes, and I could see her crossing and uncrossing her legs. Once the other person departed she said "OK, I need to drop this off at Personell first, then we can head off". We headed off to their offices and dropped the envelope off, then walked towards our destination when she said "I'm really sorry about holding you up, only I'd been trying to catch Amy all day and she's on holiday, so I couldn't get out of it" - I said this was fine - she continued "But I really need the loo now, I've been saying that for the last half hour, but I really desperately do need it now!". I pointed out that there was a toilet just around the corner - you had to go up some stairs and there was a single toilet off the landing at the top. We walked up the stairs and she asked if I could hold her papers whilst she went in - she went in but couldn't get the lock to work. She re-opened the door, crossing her legs, and asked if I could guard the door because the lock wasn't working. I agreed and, whilst covering the door, heard a very loud hissing stream. When she came out she elaborated "Sorry, I always keep putting off going to the loo, but it's all those coffees from earlier...".

4. At a works christmas party held in the main canteen, about two hours after the start. I saw a friend I hadn't seen in a while. She's early 20s, slim figure with brown hair, and was wearing a red dress and tights. She said she was going to head outside for a cigarette, so I said I'd join her. We went down a back staircase and out a fire escape and stood out there. She mentioned that she "really needed a wee" and I remembered how she always goes regularly when she's drinking. She finished the cigarette and we continued to talk about all sorts for another ten minutes or so. Then she said "I'm really sorry but I REALLY need the toilet so we need to get back!". We went back inside the fire escape and she said "Where are the nearest toilets? I don't know this part of the building!". Our office block is a very weird building - built many years ago and converted several times. I told her that in this area they were on the fourth floor, to which she whimpered, but said there were some gents just downstairs in the basement. "Do you think anyone would mind if I went in there, I'll be really quick!". We walked down the staircase to the basement, she was shuffling and crossing her legs by this point. We reached the toilets and I checked there were no men inside, she ran in and slammed a cubicle door then a very loud stream erupted. On the way back upstairs I could see she had white plain knickers underneath. She was most grateful for being able to use the gents!

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 other ones are still open" I replied "There are some down by the lake or at the other end?". She replied "Stuff that choice, my choice is which set of bushes *she pointed at two opposite her* are best to piss in?". We walked between them into a bushy area but all the bushes were prickly or stinging, so she said "Stuff it!" and pulled her jeans and pink boyshorts down and had a long, hissing pee onto the soil, while I went up against a tree. She finished and said "It's ok, I've finished!" so I turned around to find her pulling her underwear up and buttoning up her jeans. She was extremely open about the whole thing - for somebody who I only knew as a random friend!

2. New Year's Day and there were fireworks on the Thames. These finish at perhaps 00:15. I watched from a friend's house high on a hill, and then headed down to catch a bus back to my home. Due to the celebrations the Tube was running all night, and when I went to catch the bus the first tubes carrying people heading home had arrived, so there were lots of tipsy people coming out, having been drinking and then stuck underground for half an hour or so. I watched whilst waiting for the bus, but though several guys went up against phoneboxes or corners I didn't see any girls.

Then I saw a mixed-race girl, in her early 20s, come out with her boyfriend. They stopped right next to me and she said "I really can't, I know it's 5 minutes but I won't make it!". He said "It's only a wee, just hide behind a bin or something!". At this point I saw my bus pull around the corner and faced a moral decision - wait or go? - but as it approached I saw it was stopping short of my home (for once, a good thing). I turned around and saw the girl head down some steps to a lower-level area where the exit from the tube was, then hide behind a building pillar so she wouldn't be visible from the exit - but luckily was still visible from the street! She pulled her jeans and underwear down, then seemed to slump against the pillar, sitting on the floor with her legs high and open. She made a particularly unimpressive puddle given the scene she was making, then left.

I did think, though, on an event like New Year's Day... thousands upon thousands of people at the official event - many more on hilltops or parks where there was a view - all drinking copiously - possibly for a long time - there must have been many more people travelling home with crossed legs and probably many squats!