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In recent history, I'd love to go back to see the Beatles live.  Not so much to see the Beatles, as to see their female fans wetting their knickers at the concerts.

And there was a Fatboy Slim free concert on the beach in Brighton in 2002.  The planners had expected 40,000 to turn up.  There were about ten times that number.  The toilets became unusable.  Girls were peeing in the sea, and on the pebbly beach in broad daylight, all day.

There is something about a naked, sandy girl.

And, in the kneeling or standing posture, I wonder if any of them are about to start peeing.

I was at a summer music festival.  It was early evening; still daylight.  It had been a great day already because the organisers had badly miscalculated on the number of toilets needed.  There were huge queues - mostly young women - for every block of portaloos.  Women were going into the urinal enclosures.  Most pissed on the ground but some attempted the troughs or the urinals.  Other women were peeing in the hedges, or anywhere else they could find some cover.

I was near the toilet queue closest to the main stage.  Two women, early 20s, slender, leggy, both blonde, caught my eye.  They had both dressed in proper 'rock chick' style; crop tops, very short skirts, mirror shades, and artful hairstyling, drinks in hand.  They approached the queue, saw how long it was and turned away.  They stopped and chatted quietly.  They decided what they would do about the situation.

They moved away from the queue, stopped again, looked around, and conferred briefly.  Then both dropped down and knelt on the grass next to each other, both facing the stage.  They knelt really low, feet apart, so their bums were close to the ground.  They adjusted their skirts, pulling them down at the back, to make sure they were hanging free.

Surely, I thought, they can't be going to pee in such a public place?  But both reached under their skirts, and slid down their underwear.  Not far; they exposed nothing.  And then, kneeling in the middle of a field, crowds swirling around them, both started to piss on the grass.  They kept chatting to each other, and sipping their drinks as they relieved themselves right in front of me.

They took their time about it.  I guess they wanted to let it out slowly, so the puddle would soak into the hard ground.  When they finished, they again reached under their skirts and pulled up their knickers, wriggling slightly as they did.  They then stood up, and made some final adjustments to their panties, but keeping their hands outside their skirts as they did so.  Then they strolled away to another part of the festival site.

I couldn't quite believe it.  So I walked forwards a few paces, then sat down between where both had been kneeling.  I put my hands on the ground.  On both sides of me, it was wet.  Very wet.  I could feel the puddles of pee they had created.

Here's a couple of pictures.  One shows the sort of urinals there were in the enclosures.  (I didn't see any women using them quite like that.  But I did have an enjoyable conversation with one who was sitting on the one next to mine, while we both peed.)

The other picture shows the sort of kneeling posture the girls adopted to pee in the grass.  (They were wearing much more than the lady in this shot.)

On 12/8/2022 at 6:55 PM, Havelock said:

Ha. I wish this were true. I'm curious where this idea comes from and what dots are being connected. 

'Her name is Rio, and she tinkles on the sand ...'

My sister used to go on cross-country 'hacks' with her friends from when they were 18-19.  They would be out for hours.  From overheard conversations I know that they used to dismount to pee together in fields and woods when they were out riding.