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Layna

I may post more photos of her in another thread.

On 2/20/2024 at 5:33 AM, Auxillaire said:

...  she finished up way before me (seriously, how do some girls who need to go so desperately pee so quickly)...

Two thoughts.

Firstly, anatomy.  Female piping, from bladder to fresh air, is much shorter than male piping.  So, all else being equal, her flow rate will be faster.  From personal observation, some women take as little as five seconds to empty themselves.  Most take take at least two or three times as long.

Secondly.  Why not tell her you noticed that?  It would be a good start to a potentially interesting conversation.

On 2/19/2024 at 9:03 PM, james07s said:

Anyone have any stories about peeing their pants in school? I always wanted to but was never brave enough and never had any accidents in school.

I did by accident. I was probably about eight.  I wanted to pee during the class, so I put my hand up to be excused.  Teacher said yes, so I got up to go to the toilet.  As soon as I stood up, she called the end of the lesson, and said we had to go out to the playground for break.  I didn't want to miss break, so went outside with the rest of the class, instead of going to the toilet.  That was stupid.  I knew there were no toilets in the playground.

During the break, I got more and more desperate and started to wish I had gone at the start.  There was no point asking to go inside to use the toilets.  That wasn't allowed.  I thought about going behind the groundsman's shed, but I was sure that I'd be caught and punished.  That area was out of bounds.

Eventually the bell rang, and we all lined up, class by class, to go back indoors.  I was having to work so hard at holding my pee that my muscles were twitching.  The urge to let go was coming in waves.  I could hold it easily for a while, and then I would be fighting my own self-control.  We were queuing for ages.  A teacher was making some sort of announcement.  I didn't listen.  I just wanted the toilet.

At last the children at the other end of the playground were allowed to start filing in.  My class, and those near, had to keep waiting.   Another wave of pressure hit me and I thought I'd just let a little bit out.  I felt as if I really needed to do that.  So, I did a very quick dribble of wee into my underwear.  Immediately that felt better.  The pressure went away.  I don't know how much damage was done.  Probably there was a little damp, dark patch on the front of my shorts.

The relief didn't last.  The pressure came back almost immediately.  Again, I did a very little pee in my shorts.  Again, immediate relief.  I could feel my knickers were wet against my skin.  I hoped that this time there wouldn't be another wave of pressure.  But there was.  Once more, I felt a strong urge to release.  And once more, I allowed a trickle.  This time, as I was dribbling into my clothes, I felt a need to push slightly, to squirt it out a little harder.  

I pushed, and immediately felt that sort of buzzing sensation of pissing properly, not just leaking.  That was too much.  It would surely show.  I squeezed tight to stop the flow.  But, I could only slow it to a dribble.  I was still wetting my clothes.  And I couldn't squeeze much longer.  I thought I'd have to relax my hold, and then pull again, to take control again.  I relaxed my hold.  Immediately I completely lost control.  I could not help myself from pushing my piss out.  I starting pissing into my shorts.

I tried to stop, but could not.  I was standing in the school playground, going to the toilet in my clothes.  I felt trickles of warm liquid running down my legs, wetting my socks.  I heard the splattering noise as I pissed on the tarmac.  A girl in the line next to me, Sally, was staring at me, fascinated at what she saw.  There was nothing I could do, except keep pissing. 

My class were called in.  I can't remember if I was still wetting myself, or whether I was standing in my puddle.  But they all walked round me.  I just stood in my puddle.

I think this happened quite often at the school, until we were allowed to use the other playground, which did have toilets.  Not long afterwards, one of my classmates wet herself in a similar way.  That time I was standing in front of her.  I heard the noise of her pissing on the ground, so I turned to see what it was.  She was wetting her knickers uncontrollably.  Little wavy lines of pee were snaking down her legs.  Another stream was falling from under her skirt into the new, dark puddle of piss she was standing in.  I stared, and stared, even after she had finished pissing.

Everyone loves to see a slim, smiling blonde, in a short dress.

One of the things I love about this outfit is its impracticality.  Imagine yourself walking her home late at night, and she becomes too desperate.  Will she undress completely to pee?  Or will she squat and try to pull aside one of the legs?

I'm not quite sure how this dress is staying on...

Everyone loves to see a slim blonde in a short dress.  I'm sure she has a lovely smile too.

Kato

Zendaya in a Balmain wet-look dress.

Zendaya in La Robe Spirale.

Zendaya in a robot outfit.

He's a superb photographer.  He seems to have a close rapport with his models.  They are always gorgeous, and he brings out the best in them.  Do you agree?

That sounds fantastic.  I love seeing both wettings and also pull-aside peeings.  Good luck tomorrow.  Please tell all, in full detail!  

(I reckon it's pretty hot seeing a girl squat to piss in the sea.  Even though she's exposing nothing, and the pee is invisible, just knowing that she's going in her clothes, in public, is a real turn on.)

This is quite a recent one.  I went to three music festivals last summer.  I didn't see a single girl peeing outdoors.  Sometimes it just doesn't happen.

But, at the last one I went to, I was in front of the main stage early in the evening.  There was a band I wanted to see.  So, I got there in good time, to get a good spot.  I was there for the two previous acts.

As always, a lot of people leave and arrive in the 30 minutes or so between acts.  Two girls came in and stood next to me at the start of the changeover.  Both were in their very late teens or early 20s.  The shorter brunette left almost immediately.  She wanted to visit a portaloo.  Her blonde friend waited for her.

It took about 20 minutes or so, and her friend came back.  She managed to squeeze and push through the thickening crowd.  She did well to find her friend again.  They talked, with each other, and those around them, about how difficult it was to get to the toilets.  The blonde girl spoke about the previous day.  Another girl, a stranger, didn't want to leave her place in the crowd.  She had simply pissed where she was.  She had made no attempt to hide what she was doing.  She had just slipped her shorts down, squatted and used the grass as her toilet.

I got the impression that the blonde girl was sort of asking for permission from the rest of us.  She was quite fidgety.  

The next act took the stage.  They finished, and we had another half hour to wait for the one I wanted to see.  It was now later in the evening, and the crowd even thicker.  There was no chance of getting back to that spot if anyone left.  We started talking again.  The blonde girl was now even more fidgety.  She spoke again about yesterday.  She told the same story, about the redhead peeing in front of her.  

I was convinced that she was trying to build up courage herself.  She had been drinking.  She hadn't been for a pee for at least two hours by then.  She had another four hours before the end of the headline show.  It looked like she had decided that she would rather perform her own bodily functions in public, rather that miss the headliner.  Perhaps she was still deciding whether she would squat in front of us, or just hold it until she couldn't stop herself wetting down her legs.

The act I was waiting for now took the stage.  When they finished, I wanted to see another band on a different stage.  So, I pushed my way out of the crowd.  I wonder how much longer that girl waited before she emptied herself.  And I wonder what her final choice was.  Did she piss through her shorts?  Did she drop them to spray her puddle on the ground?  Or did she miss the band she so wanted to see?  I bet she saw the band.

I was on a beach once.  It was about five minutes walk back up the cliffs to the nearest toilets.  So I saw quite a few women peeing in the sea.  

There was a really gorgeous girl I noticed.  Tall, slim, blonde curly hair, in her very late teens or early 20s.  She wore a pale blue bikini.  I kept an eye on her, hoping I might see her pee.

I got distracted, then went back to look for her.  She was gone.  I spotted her a minute or two later, walking back up the beach from the sea.  As she got close, I could see that her hair and her bikini were completely dry.  Apart from the material between her legs, which now looked damp, spreading up in a thin line marking her slit.

She must have got up when I wasn't looking, strolled to the water's edge.  And squatted to wet her bikini on the damp sand.  I would have loved to watch her pissing like that.

She found out after I had been careless using a shared computer.  

At first she was worried about exactly what I was into.  I told her.  She asked lots of questions.  Then she wet her knickers.

She was curious about how turned on I might be.

I have a suggestion.  Spread an old towel over the floor of the shower.  She can squat and pee on that.  Much less splatter.  (And a nice wet patch on it too.)

In the morning, just keep the towel on the floor to rinse it as you shower.

On 12/6/2023 at 9:47 AM, TrashyToni said:

I think that’s kinda hot to be honest. I’ve only seen and done this myself at foam parties. There you can relieve yourself literally anywhere. I even whipped out my dick and pissed against the bar a couple of times while ordering or waiting for a drink. 

Did the girls peeing in the foam squat down, or pee standing?

On 12/6/2023 at 9:19 AM, Hightower said:

Some places just end up with people pissing everywhere for some reason. Ocean's the big student club in Nottingham where I'm from and people used to piss under the tables, in the corners and even on the dancefloor, usually girls just because it's easier to get away with I guess (and the toilets in there were fucking grim)

Could you say a bit more about seeing girls peeing in the club?   Was it obvious?  Could you see a stream or a puddle?  Did they wet themselves?

That is so hot; I love the times when I see a girl peeing in public.  And nobody else notices what she's doing!