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It got even better than that. She thought it was funny, and started giggling. She lifted her skirt to show me her wet knickers once she had finished peeing. Then I said 'go on then', and she deliberately pissed a stream again for a few more seconds, standing right in front of me. It became a running joke for the rest of the way home. I kept saying it, and each time she would stop and have another quick standing pee. After four or five, she was completely empty and could no longer wet herself on my command.

Walking a friend home late one night. It was a long journey and she'd been drinking pints of cider. After only a few minutes she was telling me how badly she needed to pee. I kept encouraging her to hold on. About half way home she suddenly stopped and said 'I've really got to piss right now.' I cheerfully said 'well, go on then', wondering if I might get to sneak a look at her squatting behind a hedge. It was even better than that. She immediately lost control and just wet herself, pissing through her knickers where she stood.

St Patrick's Day seems to be the start of the annual sighting season. It's the first big excuse for a drink party when the weather has started to improve. It was the day I got one of my best views a few years ago. Two young women stopped at the entrance of the park. The shorter (wearing a dress) was carrying her shoes. They both sat on a bench and talked for a bit. After a while they headed off into the park. I saw them turn off the path and cut between the bushes. I took a route that took me close to them. I judged it right, and was able to stand at a gap between the bushes and w

For some reason, I remembered this the other day, from years ago. I was walking home late one night by myself. I was approaching a fork in the road. I was going to take the right fork, and I saw three people coming towards me, from the left fork. They were a similar age to me, a chap and two women. They too must have been coming back from a night out. Between the roads, at the point where they split, there was a small wooded area. They didn't notice me as I went past. It was dark, and they were chatting. The three of them stopped at the fork. One of the women, the one wearing

This was a music festival one summer. There were a line of port-a-loos near the front of the main stage. There was a gap between them and the chain link fence behind them. On the other side of the fence was woodland. I went for a walk in the woods and found my way behind the loos. There was a constant stream of people - in broad daylight - going behind the loos to pee. Both men and women. The women peeing there were too desperate to be able to wait in the queue for the toilets, and I saw many bare themselves to squat and pee on the ground. With me in the woods was a small group; tw

I would so much like to see a fairy pee!

A bit like this. But she was blonde, had a skirt bunched up around her waist, and she was emptying her pee through her knickers and tights.

I heard a story from a girl I was at college with. She was coming home from shopping, and got really desperate to pee. She had to walk slowly because it got to the point where she felt she might flood her knickers with piss if she didn't keep her legs together. So she sent her friend on ahead to unlock the front door for her. She said that she just knew she would pee in her knickers if she stopped walking. She got home, and then found, to her horror, that one of the men in the shared house was having a bath. She told me that she'd got beyond the point of having any dignity left. She

The third one was on her own. She walked past the stand of toilets towards the fence. I thought that she was going to pee in the grass there but she must have decided it was too public. She turned round and came back. She then sat down on the ground at the side of the beer tent, legs straight in front of her, and pissed. There were some signs that showed that she was wetting herself. The expression on her face was a bit of a give away. She kept very still, as if she dared not move her legs. I'm sure she was hoping her skirt would hide what she was doing. She moved her handbag to put i

The second girl to wet herself was with her boyfriend. She must have told him that she was too desperate to be able to wait in the queue so he took her to a bin by the fence. She looked unhappy to have to pee in such a public place, but he persuaded her to squat down and she got as low as she could. She kept looking around, and it seemed that she felt as if everyone was staring at her. She put her hands under her skirt, as if to pull her knickers down, but she just could not bare herself in public. Then her eyes widened, and her face looked shocked as she just lost control and flooded her

I went to a music festival last summer where I saw three women pee in their knickers in the space of an hour. The queues for the port-a-loos were lengthy and getting longer. I actually timed them at fifteen minutes at one point. When women had been leaving it until they were almost bursting before they even joined the queues, it's not surprising some just could not wait. Near the queues there was a couple of trees near a fence that gave a little cover. As it got dark, women would just squat by the fence and hope that they weren't being watched by too many. Earlier in the evening, a f

Once, ages ago, I was giving a female friend a lift and we got stuck in traffic on a main road. After half an hour or so, I was bursting, so I jumped out of the car and down the embankment at the side of the road. I had nearly finished spraying the grass, when Helen appeared. She ran down the embankment too, unzipping her jeans. Right in front of me she pulled them down, with her knickers, squatted and pissed right in front of me.

I would take personal control of the recruitment and uniform policy at the presidential palace. The waiting girls in my personal quarters would be expected to keep themselves hydrated, but they would not be allowed to be excused from my presence without my express permission. I would spend my evenings watching them becoming increasingly desperate, enjoying watching them wriggling and holding themselves. Those who wet themselves without my permission would have to remain in their wet clothes for the rest of the evening. I might indulge one or two by giving them permission to squat and

Yes - I was standing outside a crowded tent, and girls kept coming out to pee. They didn't want to miss the band, so just pulled down their jeans and squatted in the grass by the entrance. I was a little way down the hill, and so my eye-level was just below their bums. For me the highlight was when I was looking directly at four in a row, and each of them was pissing in my direction. Their flows were just coming to an end as another four girls squatted next to them, dropped their knickers, and pissed too.

You sometimes find a double puddle on the ground where a girl has squatted to pee. One puddle directly below her, from when she starts to piss. As she gets going, the stream suddenly strengthens, and makes a wet line forward to the front puddle. Meanwhile, she dribbles down into the first puddle also, sometimes with additional trickles falling from the cheek of each buttock. As she becomes empty, the pressure drops away rapidly again, and the main stream drops back along the wet line. She finishes off draining the last streams and dribbles into the puddle below her. On a hard surface, th

How about Taylor Swift? She could lift the hem of that dress, squat down and pee through that black bikini. Or in this costume, I could imagine catching her from behind, bum exposed, as she squats to squirt on the ground behind a bush. But not easy to pee in this outfit. She would have to step out of it completely. Unless she could spread her legs, pull it and her knickers aside, and pee standing.

There was a big student pub crawl in a city near me. They all pre-loaded on cheap booze from the supermarket before getting on the bus into town. I was near one of the bus stops in the town centre. Six girls ran down a dark alley, loosening their jeans as they went, as soon as they got off the bus. I waited a moment, then walked up the alley, as I had parked my car at the end of it. All six were squatting by the wall, both sides of the alley, naked from waist to knee, spraying the ground in front of them. 'Sorry!', they called out, as I walked past 'I was nearly wetting myself'. I told

The model Talia Cherry is my Eve. There are plenty of photos of her wearing less. I'd love to watch her wetting a bikini.

When I was in my teens, I used to watch girls pee in public at the beach. Occasionally they would be very blatant, and I would see the stream flowing, but more often they would manage to hide it. Typically, they would stand or squat and just dip their bottoms into the water while they piddled. Sometimes they might kneel or sit on the sand. I would have to guess that I was watching them relieve themselves, from their posture and perhaps the expression on their face. I started to count the seconds while they were still (and while I could see the pee flowing, on those occasions when I could

In my experience, there are quite a few gaps in the construction of the composting toilet cubicle blocks, and so sometimes there may be a glimpse of a shapely bum hovering to pee. At festivals, many are not particularly bothered. I was once walking down the path at the edge of the camp site, at dusk on the first day. A group of women had just put up their tents. One loudly announced that now she could go for a piss. She skipped across the path, turned, unzipped her jeans, and pushed them down as she squatted in front of the hedge. There was lots of loud banter as she started to spray

Perhaps we should experiment? At least you have someone to hold for support. Back on topic - sort of - yes, tied at the ankles. So walking you have to march together, like, 'loose', 'bound', 'loose', 'bound' ... And, yeah, the girls who managed to pee standing perhaps found it easier, and won respect for their skill.

Thank you - please do post more. I particularly like seeing women pee through their beach clothing. I think I like it because it is a completely deliberate wetting. Although they may have got quite desperate, they choose where, when and how to wet their bikini, rather than losing control. I once was walking among the rocks at the base of the cliffs. It was almost a two-layer labyrinth, and you could walk between the boulders, on the sand, or you could walk over them, stepping from block to block. I was on the sand level, aiming to get around the headland, and I came across a youn

There were few rules. If you stopped at a pub, both of you had to drink. Men had to drink a pint but the ladies could drink just a half. So generally it started in the gents, and just the men pissing, with the girls tied to them for company. They would normally be at the urinals, and, at first, the girls wouldn't know where to look or how to behave. By the time the girls too were having to pee it would get very messy. She might try to take him into the ladies, only to find that the queue looks longer than she can wait. Not much privacy there anyway, as the cubicle door won't close.

One of my lasting regrets is that I never took part in the three-legged pub crawl when I was a student. Once you and the girl were tied together, you had to stay together all night. And you both had to drink at each pub you visited. Most girls had to use the toilet at the fourth pub, if not before. And then almost every pub after that. They soon stopped being shy about it, particularly if they had to stop for a piss between pub visits.

Too many beaches now have toilet blocks. They used not to. I was at the beach one morning, quite early, and saw a group of people arrive. One of them was a young woman, with long blonde hair. She undressed completely, then ran down the beach, towards the sea, one hand pressed between her legs, clutching herself. Reaching the wet sand, she sat down, legs parted and knees up. I was watching from the side - unfortunately from a slight distance - and I saw a sparkling arc of pee squirt from her to splash into the sand between her feet. She stared at her own groin the whole time she