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No. Sometimes pornography can be an impediment. For example I might watch a film clip. It shows a very sexy young woman in a well fitting swimsuit. She's got my attention. She's clearly desperate to pee, and looking for a private place where she can wee. She steps behind a rock and squats down to pee. If she just pissed through her bikini, and the camera got a good angle, I'd be very happy. But, usually instead, she first shows her tits, pulls some funny faces, throws some random poses. And then, she spreads her legs, adopts an obviously uncomfortable pose. As she pulls her bikini as

Perhaps the director will cast your favourite Polish actress instead of her.

I was walking round the edge of the camping ground, late afternoon on the first day of a music festival. Many people were arriving and pitching their tents. There was a group of girls, late teens or early 20's who were together and just finishing putting up their tents. One of them stood up and loudly told them she needed a piss but couldn't be bothered to walk to the toilets. Another asked her where she was going to go. She pointed to the fence, only a few feet away, on the other side of the path. There was lots of excited clucking; her friends couldn't believe she had the nerve to pee

And another, from longer ago. I was in the city centre, late at night, after the pubs had shut. It was a warm spring night, and the streets were busy with groups of people on their way to a club, or just a bus or taxi home. A mixed group came past, on their way somewhere. Two girls hung back as the others passed the entrance to an alley that ran between two shops to a park behind. They ducked into the alley and waited just inside the entrance. One – she was blonde – peered round the corner quickly. She could see her friends still walking away further down the street. She worked

It was after dark at a music festival. The main stage had closed, and a band were shortly to come on at the second stage. The younger audience were gathering there; mostly late teens and 20s. As the crowd thickened, the queues for the portaloos became ridiculously long. The grass in front of the chain fence at the side of the stage became an open-air, public, unisex urinal. Men stood at the fence, at one end, and pissed through it. At the other end, where it was darker, women, usually in small groups of two or three, undressed enough to squat low and pee in the grass. A couple walke

It's difficult to think of a single best experience. One time I was in the city late at night. I noticed a couple of girls walking home together. I guessed they had been dancing. The taller one, in a yellow dress was supporting the shorter (and prettier), in a blue knee-length dress. The curly-haired blonde in the blue dress had a lop-sided hem, so it was shorter on one side than the other, but it was very sexy; lacy, flimsy and short. The blonde was hobbling. She must have bought the dress and shoes new that day, and the shoes were painful. She kicked them off, picked them up,

There are temporary ones at music festivals. Some are moulded plastic - they are usually behind semi-transparent fences. I've also used straw bales (behind an opaque fence), but I've also seen them used at the edge of a field used for parking. And some are just flat fences, with a gutter at the bottom, but completely open. I've seen women use the plastic ones, with a pee funnel. I've also seen women squat to pee on the grass inside the urinal enclosure. I've also seen women squat to pee on the grass in front of the flat fence urinals (and one who hovered to pee backwards into the gut

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I wasn't sure how much I was going to like the headline band at the festival I went to. So I got a place at the side of the crowd, quite close to the front, so I had a good view, but could also get out easily enough if I decided it wasn't for me. It was a young, energetic audience and a loud, fast band who put on a powerful performance. (As it turned out, I did like them!). There was a girl dancing near me, with a girl friend, and I enjoyed watching her too. She was just gorgeous, with a slim, fit body, cute, fresh face, blue eyes, and long, blonde, naturally curly hair. She was pro

Bring on part 2!

It was a confident assertion of feminine equality. And hot as f***. The men already there were ungracious, I thought.

A couple of years ago I was at a music festival. It was summer, the sun was low in the sky. There was a side path from another part of the festival site to the side of the main arena, very near the stage. It had become an unofficial unisex urinal. Men against the fence, women usually only further along the path (until later in the evening, when the women became bolder and more desperate, encouraged by darkness and booze). There were several men peeing against the fence - at that moment - but no women. One arrived on her own, mid-thirties, with a trim figure, in tight, well-fitting je

Could you describe some of the swimsuit-wetting per sightings, please? I remember one. It was the summer holidays; a local private school allowed people who lived near to use its swimming pool. I was in the changing room - just a large shed, in truth - preparing to go home. There was a small window through which I could see the entrance of the pool, about 20 metres away. The pool building was like a large greenhouse, but with translucent plastic walls. The pool door slid open and a young woman stepped out, dressed in a one piece swimsuit. She closed the door and walked down the

There was a very cute girl I knew as a student. Soon after I met her, she told me and a group of friends about going to a music festival that summer. She said there had been long queues for the toilets, and they were disgusting. 'So I would just pull my jeans down and squat in the grass and hope that too many people wouldn't watch me pee.' She had slim legs and a lovely, trim bum. She looked good in jeans, and I've often thought about her wriggling them and her knickers down to crouch and pee.

So many posed shots are, well posed, where the girl is trying to give the photographer the best possible view. They end up looking rather similar; full frontal, legs spread, uncomfortable and unnatural posture. I actually prefer to see other angles. From the side, or behind, for example. And I like to see the whole figure, not just an anatomical close-up. Some of the 'real life' pee sightings have been for me where I've not seen anything much, but I have watched a girl peeing in a very public place. For example: - a girl in a short skirt who sat on a grassy bank. She made

You did well to remember all those! It's surprisingly difficult to keep track of them at a busy festival when suddenly there are peeing women everywhere.

Were you able to see girls peeing in the water at that party?

There could be separate competitions for height - how high up the wall can she pee? for distance - how far? for duration - how long can she keep going? and capacity - how much liquid can she release?

I like to hear stories like this. I don't remember ever seeing anything quite like it myself (although I have seen girls in skirts wet themselves standing, by accident). Many years ago I read about a sighting at a London street carnival. A blonde girl, in her early 20s, had got so desperate in a crowded street that she had gone to stand between two parked cars in the road and used her knickers as her toilet. She had just stood still and let the piss run down her legs. She wore a skirt that went almost to her knees, and open shoes, so her warm pee just flowed over her toes and then str

In the school playground we were queuing to go back indoors. I heard a noise behind me and turned around. I saw Marion, a girl in my class standing in a dark puddle. A stream was pouring from under her dress and splashing between her feet, splattering the dry tarmac outside the puddle. More streams were snaking down her legs and soaking her white socks. It took me a moment but then I realised she had been so desperate to go to the toilet that she had lost control and I was watching her wetting her knickers. I just stared and stared, fascinated by the sight of a girl pissing. My cl

This brings back memories. As a teen I used to watch girls my own age peeing at the beach. I still remember the shock of excitement on the first occasion I saw a girl squatting in shallow water and suddenly realised, without a shadow of a doubt, that she was peeing in her costume right in front of me. I got quite good at guessing when they needed to go and watching them empty themselves in public. Most would make sure their crotch was underwater while they pissed, so it was only their posture that told me they were having a wee. A few were quite happy to let go with a bit of a visibl

I'm not sure if it counts as 'porn', but I wore out the video tape re-watching the scene from 'The Man Who Fell To Earth'. The alien - Bowie, of course - goes into the bathroom alone. He removes his contact lenses and fake hair to reveal his true appearance. He opens the door, His girlfriend sees him, as he is, for the first time. Terrified, she screams and drops her drink. The camera pans down to her pink knickers to show her losing control of her bladder and pissing through her knickers.

When I was younger I had been fascinated by how different girls were when peeing. I'd seen a few going to the toilet and I'd seen a few wetting themselves. On one very memorable occasion a girl I knew well was standing next to me when she lost control and pissed through her knickers. The turning point for me was in my teens when I first saw a girl squat to wee in the sea at a beach. The next day I started looking, hoping I might see another. I did and I quickly discovered that I could spot girls who were getting desperate and if I kept watching them, I could often tell when they were peei

This was something I saw in my late teens. It was one of the first times I got a good look at a woman peeing. It was an important memory for me for many years, but then I forgot about it. It resurfaced only very recently. I was a passenger on a long car journey, sitting on the other side from the driver (so staring out of the window, bored, at the pavement and beyond). It was summer, dusk, so late evening, but still light. It was a slow journey. We had to drive through the centre of many towns and cities. We stopped at traffic lights in one. I was not paying much attention to

Years ago I was able to use a school swimming pool in the summer holidays. The pool was in its own building, and the changing rooms were separate sheds outside. The toilets were in the main school building, a little way away. They didn't get much use. I remember one occasion when I'd got out and was changing. There was a window in the shed, so I could see out, but if I stood back from the window, it was too dark for anyone to see in. I looked out and saw the door to the pool open. A young woman in a one-piece swimsuit came out. She walked down the steps, then turned right, a few pa