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Another I was at when there was a storm on the first day. On the next day, most of the site was closed for the clean up. Only one stage was open. Everyone piled into that one tent, and there was only one line of toilets beside it. The queues quickly grew. There was always several women squatting by the fence, openly pissing on the ground because they could not wait. I saw two who didn't even manage that, and peed into their clothes. I saw another hold a paper cup under her skirt, to wee into it.

That's exactly right. I too much prefer seeing a girl who simply has to pee, rather than one who is trying to put on a performance. Far too many commercial videos are shot from right in front of her, when she is parting her legs for the best view, and they are zoomed in too tightly. For example, I enjoy seeing a girl sit on the grass, in a skirt, then wriggle her knickers down. Although I can't see her nakedness, or the pee pouring from her into the growing puddle between her thighs, it is a huge turn on to know that I am watching her piss in public.

I have been to some music festivals where there have been so many women peeing outdoors that you sometimes see them without having to look for them. One morning I was walking into the festival site and ahead of me a girl stood on the grass next to the path and dropped her shorts to her knees. She bent forwards to point her bum in my direction, and did her morning wee, on the grass, holding that posture. She was still pissing as I walked past her.

I like to see videos that don't seem too staged. I don't much like those where the girl wriggles, squirms and feels herself where it is very obviously for the camera, particularly when the time comes for her to start peeing, and then there is a delay. I very much prefer genuine wettings - or when they look genuine - where she really does get to the point where she loses control and urinates in her clothes because she has no choice. I would also like to see wettings where she pisses through her knickers just before she gets to that stage, deciding that she would prefer to pee through her

Side on. Too many videos are frontal, and too close. I like to see the whole view.

In my fantasy I am 25 years old, and my GF is 21. She's at college, and I get asked to drive the mini bus for her hockey team. The team do well, and there is some serious drinking at the away fixture. We leave to drive home late on a summer's afternoon (it is still daylight). The journey turns into a saga. The road is closed, and we are crawling along the motorway for mile after mile. The girls are becoming desperate for me to stop and let them piss, but I cannot. When at last I can leave the motorway, I know a pub that's near and I tell them we'll go there so they can use the toilets.

I was very lucky recently. I had parked in a part of the city I don't often visit, to make a delivery. I parked across the road from a bus station. I came back to my car to put something back in it very late on a Friday night. As I unlocked the car, two girls came into the car park, about 10-20m away from me. It was immediately obvious that one was desperate, close to wetting herself, and intended to pee in the corner, against some bushes. She looked as if she was about to push down her silvery-grey shorts. They had seen me, and hoped I was about to drive away. I wasn't. I closed

I was interested in seeing girls pee from a young age. My earliest memory of watching female pee was when I was at school. We were all standing in class lines outdoors after lunch, waiting to go back inside for lessons. Something made me turn around, perhaps the unexpected sound of splashing liquid hitting the ground, and I saw, right behind me, Deborah was wetting her knickers. She must have been too timid to ask to go indoors to use the toilet and had just got to the point where she lost control and pissed on the ground where she stood. I stared at the growing puddle between her feet, t

I was in my teens that I realised that I could watch girls pee on the beach. There were two or three I used to visit that had no public toilets. I used to watch out for girls who looked desperate, as they usually did not wait long before they went, and often did not hide what they were doing. I would try to spot them when they first arrived, as many needed to pee when they got there. I remember one who took her knickers off and put on a black one-piece swimsuit, under her dress. She briefly flashed her breasts when she took off her bra and pulled up the swimsuit. She stood and chatted to

Sight, of course. But also the psychology (thank you for putting it on the list). I like to think about why she has decided to pee there, like that. I particularly like deliberate, desperate wettings and having to wonder why she decided to pee in her clothes in that place and time. For me, an important part of the sight is the posture (which links into the psychology). There are so many positions in which a woman may choose to pee when there is no toilet; standing, hovering, squatting, sitting, kneeling. I like to try to understand why she is kneeling, for example. Sound can be a good

It's a good topic. I like to see pictures and movies of women having to pee from boats. I have not often seen it myself, but I do remember one time. I was on shore, and looking out to sea with powerful binoculars. I saw a girl standing on a platform at the back of a boat moored just offshore. She was dressed in a swimsuit, but what really caught my eye was that she was clearly frantic from a desperate need to urinate. She was jiggling and pee-dancing. Clearly the boat was too small to have a toilet. I think there were only two others on it, and they were paying her no attention. I

I know I was interested, from a very early age, in how females peed. It was the first difference between girls and boys that I was aware of. I don't think my early experiences made me interested. I think it was my interest that made the early experiences so memorable. One of those was when I was at school. It was the end of our long break out of doors and we were all standing in lines, class by class, waiting to be called back to the class rooms. It was all very quiet, so the sudden sound of splashing liquid behind me made me turn around. The girl standing behind me had been desperate f

I have seen many girls pee at music festivals. Normal rules just don't apply. Some will undress and pee in very public places, although they will usually try not to draw attention to themselves, and they don't want strangers looking up their chuff, so they will often squat low, or find some minimal cover. If you're interested, I could tell you about the girl in the blue shorts. She had everything on show, at the edge of the camping area, in broad daylight. Or I could tell you about the exhibitionist blonde I saw in almost the same place. Perhaps the row of four girls squatting downhill

I had just started college. In my class was a very pretty, petite blonde girl. She told us about the music festival she had been to in the summer. As part of the story, she remarked that the toilets were 'gross'. She said that she wouldn't use them after the first day. Another girl asked her what she did instead. She said she would just pull down her jeans and squat on the grass when she needed to pee. She said she would just hope that too many people wouldn't watch her.

Start with a pretty girl. Add something that shows me that she needs to pee. Perhaps I overhear her say that. Or her body language might give her away. It could be as simple as her queuing for the toilet. Then she pees in a public place so I can see her. She might be trying to hide, or she may be a bit of a hippy who does not care if people see her body. For me the ideal would be if she's at a beach, and she decides to pee on the sand, through her dry swimsuit.

A good friend of mine was at a busy party. He was in the kitchen, just chatting. A girl walked in - he didn't recognise her - and muttered some sort of an apology saying she didn't know what else to do. He was standing right next to the sink. She hopped up to sit on the lip of it, flipped up the back of her skirt and wriggled her knickers down her thighs. She put her hand on his shoulder for balance and he says he clearly heard the sound of her piss hammering the metal sink. She apologised again for being so gross. He said he understood and told her she had a sweet bum. That gave him

Interesting how we're all different, but not really surprising. I do enjoy watching a woman who badly needs to pee, particularly if I think she may not be able to get to the privacy of a toilet in time. Sometimes the signs are very subtle, and I am not sure I have read her body language correctly, until I see her run into the bushes, unfastening her jeans as she looks for a place to hide. Other times they can be very obvious, such as if she is doing a 'pee dance' or holding herself.

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I was not sure if I should post this here, or in the 'real pee sightings' thread, as it is very closely based on my memory of something I saw many years ago. It was a summer's evening in the city, warm and still light. I don't remember exactly why I was there and it is not important now. I was in the car, waiting for someone. It was going to be a long wait but I was in no hurry and that did not matter. I was in a relaxed mood, listening to the radio. I noticed there were two girls across the road, standing on the street corner. They looked like students, casually dressed and probably

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In Cornwall, England. It was a small quiet beach with few visitors. It opened onto a very large natural harbour, rather than the open sea. As a result, the water was always very calm, with ripples, not waves on it. It faced north. That was a good thing as I had the sunlight behind me as I sat watching girls paddle into the sea to pee. When they turned around to see if anyone was watching, the glare in their eyes deceived them into thinking they were less visible than they really were. It had no public toilets so I knew, if I saw a girl wriggling and squeezing herself in discomfort, tha

Another early memory comes from a time I was playing outside with a girl I knew well. She was a bit younger than me. I was then in my early teens. I think I realised that she wanted to wee, and I kept encouraging her to stay outside. I think I was quite enjoying watching her squirm, wriggle and occasionally touch herself. After some time she eventually said something like 'I've got to go and spend a penny'. I think I realised that I'd kept her from relief long enough, and I replied casually, 'well go on then!' She stood still in front of me, frozen to the spot, as she wet her knickers

Another early memory comes from my teen years. I was on holiday, on a beach. I had got bored, and went for a walk down the beach on my own. I saw a girl about my own age, perhaps a little younger. I still remember a lot of the details about her. She had short dark hair, cut in a bob. She was not in a bikini or swimsuit. Instead she wore shorts (dark red) and a cheesecloth blouse. not buttoned, but loosely tied in front. She was paddling in the shallow water at the edge of the sea and must have been there for some time as her clothes were wet through. When I first saw her she was with

Many early memories. One of the first was when I was at school. It was the end of the break time and the whole school were lined up ready to go back inside, class by class. It often used to take a little while to get everyone organised, and we all had to wait patiently in line until it was the turn of our class to walk back indoors. I was standing, waiting, and something made me turn around. The girl behind me - let's call her Dawn - must have been desperate to go back indoors to use the toilet. She had got to the point where she could hold it no longer. Right in front of my eyes, she l

Luke and I decided to visit the market. There was an auction scheduled for that morning, and that was always good entertainment. The goods for sale were slaves. We got there early. The first sales were women with children, and the men would be sold in the afternoon. The trick was to get there in time to see the young women on display, before they went under the hammer, in the last lots before the men. We timed it well, and arrived as the first sales were underway. The young women had been delivered to the market, and were unloaded from their carts and marched into the holding pens, und