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I've recently remembered one from very long ago.  I was the passenger in a long car journey.  I was just staring mindlessly out of the window, almost in a trance.  We were coming home, and it was a summer evening, quite late, but still daylight.  The journey took us through a town centre.  We stopped in the traffic; probably a crossroads in the high street.

Some movement caught my eye right in front of me.  It was a thin stream of clear liquid arcing through the air, pouring into a slat in a cast-iron drain in the gutter in the street.  Suddenly I was alert again.  I was staring at the source of the stream, dark hair, lips, thighs.  It was a young woman, underwear down, naked below the waist.  She was peeing into the drain, squatting on the edge of the pavement immediately above it.  Her legs were parted, and she was bent forward, carefully aiming her piss into the gap in the drain.

I'd barely registered what I was looking at, and the traffic lights changed.  The car was back in gear, and we drove off.  I didn't mention it to the driver.  I'm sure they didn't notice it.

I was on a beach, abroad, building a sand castle.  A young girl came over to see what I was doing.  We didn't speak the same language.  She was completely naked, but too young to be shy about it.  She needed the toilet, and just went, standing in front of me, spraying my sand castle.  At that age I was used to seeing girls undressed at school, and they used to leave the cubicle door open when they used the toilet.  I was intrigued for two reasons.  Firstly, I thought that girls had to sit down to wee.  I hadn't known they could do it standing up.  Secondly, it was the best view I'd ever had how piss came out of a girl's body.  It left a clear memory.

My second clear memory was when a girl standing next to me in the school playground became so desperate that she started to wet her knickers.  Having started, she was unable to stop, and kept going in her clothes until she was empty.  I watched her, from start to finish.  I had seen girls wet themselves at school before, but they had mostly been sitting, so all I'd seen was the puddle and damp clothes after they had finished.

My third clear memory was a girl I knew well who needed to pee when we were on a walk.  There were no toilets.  I watched her pull her jeans and knickers down, squat next to a bush, and squirt a stream into the grass.

Fourth one was on a beach again.  A girl paddled out into the still waters of the sea.  It was barely ankle depth.  She crouched down, so her bum was just under the surface of the water.  She parted her legs, and gazed at her own crotch.  I suddenly realised I was watching her going to the toilet in her shorts, intentionally wetting herself.  That made me think I might see other girls peeing at the beach, if I kept my eyes open.  I was right.

I was listening to a podcast about dating.  One of the guests on it was a young woman.  She talked about how easy she found it to get dates, as a redhead.  She said she was often told, by her dates, that she would be the first redhead they had slept with.  She said they were the ones who came very quickly.

I like to imagine that she's wetting her knickers as she's sitting on the sand.

And the expression on her face, it's as if you've just asked her if she's peing.

Murina Fae