Blob

Excellent story. You were lucky with your first sighting and sounds like the guardrobe was lots of fun. BTW, I believe the guardrobe was called as such because in most large houses, the toilet was a box that got emptied, but the smell supposedly kept moths away. Therefore the rich people used to keep thei robes in the room to avoid moth damage. Hence Guard Robe.

Yes you are correct that is were guard robe came from but the toilet box that had to be emptied was call a 'Closed Stool' Hence the name Stool is the name for Sh**. cheers Blob

I was wiring lights and power points in a garage one Saturday with my girlfriend. This garage had a big door at the front (which was closed) to the left side was a smaller door and the back wall had a big long window at about shoulder height, and backed onto a railway line.

As the day went on I had gone out the side door and around the back of the garage to a gap of about two feet wide between the garage and a wire boundary line with the railway, and peed on the wall below the window.

Later on my girlfriend also went to the same spot to pee. I could see her from her chest up as she lowered her jeans and knickers and squat down, when suddenly the first train I had see that day came past. My girlfriend jumped up and ran back in the side door holding her jeans up to cover her bum, she said she had

only just started to pee and was not going out there again.

So I found a plastic bucket under the bench at the back of the garage and placed it in the middle of the floor, she then lowered her jeans and in a high squat continued with her pee, into the bucket. The noise of her pee hitting the plastic bucket was louder then the train that had past, she peed a long and hard piss, when she was done she pulled up her knicker (which had a small damp patch on them from jumping up and running back in) and then her jeans, she then emptied the bucket out of the side door into the grass.

She did pee one more time into the bucket, but that was no more then a dribble, I then peed into the bucket which I then emptied before we left the garage.

She did not think it funny that all the people on the train could have seen her peeing or her bum as she ran back in. I did.

Sighting No3 the best till last

I was sitting in my car outside the church one Sunday afternoon waiting for the vicar for another christening, ( did not have my set of church key's with me) It was also the day of a marathon which was going past the church and there were people standing around to watch it. When 3 or 4 females went into the church gate, so I got out of my car to see if I could help them, (to tell them that the church was still locked and that the vicar would be there soon)

The females were French and were looking for toilets, I told them where the nearest ones were and pointed them down the road to them and off they went, I returned to my car.

When I looked down the road I could see one of them squatting very low behind a foot tall wall with her back to me, I thought dam I mist that but no, when she stood back up she bent over to sort out her knickers and I got a great view of her nice round bum then she pulled up her knickers and jeans, that is when I saw a man sitting on his car bonnet looking with his mouth open as he had see the peeing from start to finish and from the front, the luck so in so.

Sighting No2.

I was at another christening at the same church, when through a small lancet window that over looked the toilet door, (the toilet was in a small building across the back yard of the church) I could see a female pulling hard on the door handle so I went out to say that there was someone in there.

As I turned the corner to go to the toilet building there was another female with her skirt up and her knickers around her knees squatting with her back to the wall about to pee, when she saw me she stood up dropping her skirt into place. Just then the toilet door opened and this female pushed both the one coming out off the toilet and the one pulling on the door handle out of her way and waddled into the toilet shutting the door.

Is this an older church that does not have toilet facilities?

It is an old church but it does have a toilet, this is going to be sighting no.2

Sighting no. 1

I was at a christening and was standing with the vicar at the font, when a large female in jeans stood up and walked out of the church door. A moment later I saw her through the stain glass window to my left.

I could make out her blue jeans as she pushed them down and her big wide pale ass as she went into a squat, then saw her stand back up and pull her blue jeans back up over her ass before walking back into the church.

After the christening as I was going out of the church yard I could see a large wet patch on the ground between the war memorial and the church wall under the stain glass window.

I did get to see her pee, well the reflection of her in a dark coloured car door. We had been walking an old railway track and been drinking from our water bottles, I had peed behind a tree earlier and so when we were nearly at the car had said about driving across the moors to a pub, she said she would need a wee first.

And so after I had got into the car she went to the back of the car on the passenger side just on the corner of the car in my blind spot, but I could see her in the reflection on the dark car door next to use, in my door mirror, I saw her pull down her jeans and knickers and squat with her small pale bum to me, then stand to wipe and pull her kinckers and jeans up, (this view of her was still giving me a problem when we got to the pub) I had to walk behind her so she would not see it.

She to later left and got married.

If it was wet or if we were working on our houses, we would not go walking but help each other. One job I helped her with was to finish relaying her floors, she had to have all her down stairs floors removed because of rot. As we worked she said that when the floors were all removed there was a drop of about three feet to the ground and to get to her bathroom and toilet you had to go through the dinning room from the hallway, then trough the kitchen and that at night for a wee she just used a saucepan up stairs in her bedroom until she bought a chamber pot with big pink roses on it.

Sometime later I was replacing my bathroom and asked her to help move the new bath up the stairs, this we did, when she saw that my toilet was all ripped out she asked if I would like to use her chamber pot, I said no thank you if I did need a we in the night I could always stick it out the bedroom window. Ha! Ha!. ( I do have another toilet three floors down from my bedroom)

About three years after my long term girlfriend had got married to a matelot, a female fitter from Chatham moved to Devonport, and after first working in the workshop had moved into the test shop were I worked. At first she was sniffed around by the young lads who also helped her to do her house up, ( but as she had told them she did not do sex before marriage, the lads dropped off) So after weekends she became teary, until about midweek, then after the next weekend st started again and so on....

I found out that she became lonely over the weekends and so I asked how about going out for walks on Sunday afternoons, and she said yes, and so we started to walk along old, lifted railway tracks.

We had walked one track until we had come to a long dark tunnel and so we went back to it on another afternoon. We parked my car near to a old station just before the tunnel and had jumped down from the platform and headed to the mouth of the tunnel but this time I had a big lamp with use.

We walked a long way into the tunnel and now we could not see any light from either end. I said to my friend that I was sorry but I needed a wee and that it she stood still I would go to the tunnel wall and turn the light out and wee, and so that is what I did peeing onto the wall, when I was done I turned the light on and rejoined her, she said that hearing me weeing, that now she needed a wee, so I gave her the light and she walked back along the tunnel and turned the light out.

I heard her undo her belt and pull her jeans down, and then from the dark heard a loud hiss as she peed, when the hissing stopped I heard the sound of cellophane and then the belt-buckle being done up, a step or two and the light came back on and we walked on our way, ( good job it was dark as I had gained a third leg)

Later as we walked back to the car through the tunnel we came to a damp patch with a white paper tissue in it ( that explained the cellophane noise, a tissue packet.)

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My girlfriend lived with her grandmother and her great grandmother in a old four story house with no inside bathroom only an outside loo, and a tin bath used in the kitchen. To get to the loo you had to go through the backroom and then the kitchen and the wash house and out into the yard.

We use to go up to the very top rooms of the house to hang out together. If I needed a pee ( I did not like to go down and out past both grandmothers and so) we would both go into the back attic room and open the window and I would pee onto the roof below it, the piss would run down the roof and into the guttering and down the pipe to the drain. But if my girlfriend needed to pee, I would say to her to sit on the window edge with her ass out of it but she was afraid she might fall and so would take the basin from under the jug on the washstand, place it on a small armchair and sit on it as if it was a toilet and have her pee then wipe herself with the corner of the window curtain before emptying it out the window and putting it back under the jug.

If it was to windy and or raining out side I would pee into the jug and some times get her to do so as I held it for her, befor pourig our combined piss out the windows.

Happy days.

When her great grandmother died my girlfriend and her grandmother moved into I new house, outside the town with an inside toilet and separate bathroom with a shower but that is another story not for this site

One hot day me and my girlfriend went for a swim in a free outdoor seawater pool by the sea. When we got there we went between the rocks to change, she cheated as she had her green with white side panels one piece swim suit on under her top and jeans and was laughing at me trying to change under my towel, we both got into the pool and swam around (well she did I cannot swim, I just walked around).

After a while she got out and so I asked why and she said she needed a pee, I said why did she not pee in the pool, I had done so, after all it was only seawater, she said how disgusting as people had to swim in that, anyway she went over between the rocks and facing me went into a very low squat pulling the crotch of her swimsuit to one side and had a long piss, this would have been a great view for me as I was still in the pool but I did not have my glasses on, just my luck. When she was finished she came back into the pool.

Later when we got out and went to dress I held my towel up infront of her as she stood in the corner of the rocks facing me and she told me not to look (as if I would) with that she dropped her swim suit to the ground and unrolled her towel to get herself dry, at this point she found that she had forgot to bring her under ware so she only had her top and jeans to put on.

After she was dressed she held her towel for me to change, she started to laugh as I tried to pull down my tight wet trunks which was made more difficult with me having a hard-on from watching her dress I said if you keep laughing I would pee up over the towel and get her wet, (but I would not have done it as she would have killed me). When we were both dressed we went home.

My girlfriend had been playing netball, after which I took her back to her home for tea. As soon as we got inside her house she when upstairs to shower and change. I when in and laid the table and put the tv on.

I then needed to pee so I went up stairs to the bathroom where my girlfriend was in the shower, I said I needed to pee and as a joke said how about a golden shower, she said in your dreams, I then said how about seeing who could pee the farthest, the looser cooks the tea, she said how?

So I said if I stand here at the taps end of the bathtub and pee alomg the lengh of the bath, so she stood at the far end of the bath and with me standing outside the bath at the taps I let rip, I even got her feet wet. ( I was a little bit stiff as she was standing there in the nude,) I then went and stood at the side of the bath and she stood at the tap end of the bath ( still in the bath) and started to pee, even leaning backwards she was lucky if she got farther then her own feet, so I won and so after her shower she had to cook the tea.

I did help after-all, I did cheat a little as I had hear her have a pee into the toilet just before her shower and I was busting for a pee long before we got home.

As we ate our tea she said she would practice in the shower and give me a rematch, sadly we never did it again.

About 40 years ago before I had a car of my own, my girlfriend and I would go out at weekends on a pair of bicycles, she had to use her brothers bicycle witch had about 6 gears. The country roads were empty of cars and we could go for miles without seeing anyone.

On this day we were riding along a road with a number of bends in it and tall hedges on both sides with out any breaks in them, not even farm gates. As she was faster then me she would often be ahead of me. As I came around a bend I saw her bicycle on the ground in the middle of the road, I thought she had come off it, but as I got near I saw that she was squatting with her jeans and knickers down having a pee in the middle of the road, she looked over to me and said that as she had to wait for me to catch up she had made use of that time to have a pee. I said did you know that your piss stream is running down the road and under your bicycle. When she was done and had pulled up her things she picked up her bicycle and wheeled it to the side.

I said now you have peed I with have one also so that we do not have to stop again. I peed into her puddle so that anyone coming up the road would see only one stream. So I got my thing out and knelt so as to stop any splatter and peed into the middle of her pee spot, causing the combined stream to run farther down the road. When I was done I put it away and we continued on our bicycle ride.

How I miss the long hot summers of my youth.

I was looking at some old photographs and found one of myself at Exeter Cathedral, this reminded me of this story.

Many years age I was asked with a few lads to go to the cathedral on a Friday evening for a rehearsal for a ceremony on the Saturday. To get there someone from one of the Plymouth churches was going to drive a small mini-bus.

On the Friday at about 5pm I drove to this church yard to meet someone with the bus, when I got there, there has a mother and her teenage daughter with the bus. We drove around to a number of other churches picking up the other lads, and onto the A38 to Exeter. We arrived at the cathedral around 7pm., and entered across the quadrangle to the side door of the chapter house. In side we had a cup of coffee as we were told who was to do what, our rehearsal was going to be the second of the two and so the tree of use sat to the chapter house side of the cathedral and the mother and daughter sat with a few others in the nave.

Around 8.45pm. one of the other two lads asked me if I know where the toilets were, I said yes and we all went together. We left the cathedral by the chapter house door and walked diagonally to the left across the grass in the quadrangle to the old gents, (now replaced with disabled, gents and ladys on two levels) the only light was from the moon through a foggy sky. We returned to the cathedral the same way, as I was going in the door the mother and daughter appeared behind me from my right, and with that we were called for our rehearsal. When our rehearsal was over, (around 9:30pm) only the mother was there and when we got to the bus the daughter was already in the front passenger seat, we drove home dropping the lads off on the way, dropping the daughter home before taking the mini-bus back to the church yard and to my car. As I drove the mother home she told me what had happened at the cathedral.

When us tree had come out of the chapter house to go to the gents she and her daughter had been in the corner of the quadrangle both having a wee wee, her daughter panicked and tried to stop peeing and pull up her knickers and jeans but could not stop and wet herself, the mother was ok and had just dropped her skirt back into place, when they saw we were walking diagonally on the grass they continued with there pees. when we returned to the door they also had finished and returned with use, but in the light from the door way the daughter was embarrassed with her very wet jeans and so they both went back to the bus. At the bus the daughter took off her jeans and the mother tried to blot them dry with a news paper, then the daughter had removed her knickers and thrown them under the bus before putting her damp jeans back on and sat on a glossy magazine all the way home.

Why if only I had done as the sign said, 'Keep off the grass@ and so walked around the quadrangle I would have caught both females with there knickers down.

In the early 70's my girlfriend and I there on a day trip to London from the South West of England. (About 6hrs on the train up to London). We had to catch the last train of the day around 11:45pm. In those days the carriages were still split into 8 seat compartments, so we got one by ourselves and settled down for our longs journey and once we pasted through Reading tried to get some shuteye.

Around 2am in the morning my girlfriend woke me to said that she needed a pee, I said you are a big girl you can go on your own now. She said she did not want to walk along the train to the loo on her own in the dim light, and could I go with her, we walked to the first loo, opened the door and were hit by the stink, so we went to the next and then the next, but they were all dirty or blocked. So we started back to our compartment, and went into the cleanest, the floor was covered in paper and the pan was nearly full to the top.

I said if you do not want to us the pan you could pee on the floor or into the hand basin, she said if she peed on the floor it would run out into the passage way, so she would us the basin, with that she dropped her jeans and knickers and backed up onto the edge of the basin, I was standing in front of her almost touching her in this very small space. She got into a position so that her pee went into the basin and started a strong pee jet, dark in colour as we had not been for a pee in over ten hours, suddenly the train jerked and she slipped of the basin sending her pee jet across the toilet space and up the door, I laughed and said well your pee on the floor now so she just finished pissing on the floor, when she was done she had to use my hanky to wipe with, (which I put back, damp into my pocket).

It was now my turn to pee so with her still in front of the basin I turned a little so that I was facing the toilet but still with my back to the wall, I got my now very hard thing out of my zipper and sent a jet arcing up over the toilet onto the wall behind it, She laughed and grabbed it and waved it sideways across the wall. She let go as the pressure dropped and when I was done pushed it away.

When we left the toilet compartment we both left wet foot marks on the floor of the passageway. When we got back to our compartment we got under our coats but did not get back to sleep until later and had to us my damp hanky again.

I was talking to the churchwarden at the church that I now play at about the sh** that was left at the back door to the hall, I know that men peed at the dust bins by the gate and that females peed in this door way). I was saying about why not extend the cctv to cover that door, he said it had not worked for over 15 years, (I thought that I could get to see females pee there if there was a camera put there but no). He then went on to tell me a anecdote from his past.

As a young policemen, he was assisting an older officer in keep an overnight watch in a town center shop to combat recent burglaries. They were secreted on the premises, the shop had a recessed doorway with a glass door and letter box at the bottom, with blinds pulled down.

There was no sign of any action for hours, but as the pubs closed they hear voices, he laid on the floor peering out under the blinds. To his alarm a huge man stopped outside the shop, furtively looking up and down the street, he beckoned to his accomplice to enter the doorway, he remained as lookout. He thought this is it!

When his young female partner in crime entered the doorway, turned around, pulled up her skirt, lowered her knickers, knelt down and started to pee in front of his very eyes!. He was staggered by her, being in almost total darkness felt helpless.

However his colleague, got his long truncheon, lifted the letter box and pushed it through until it touched her bum. She leaped up still in midstream and ran out of the doorway and up the street screaming her head off. Expected the male to return and check out her allegation but he believed she had imagined it.

The two police encountered no burglars that night!

I have just arrived back from a working trip away with a colleague. On our day off we went to a 'Heritage Railway' to have a steam train ride.

I was sitting facing the engine at a window watching the countryside going by when I saw a man in black motorbike leathers standing pissing through the fence towards the train track, I could see his piss stream as the train got closer. Then to his right I was a big black motorbike.

That is when I got a quick flash of a female also in black leathers squatting between the bike and the fence, her pale white bum looking big against the black of her leathers, but we passed so quickly to get a good look.

We arrived back at the station and were walking out off the platform, I saw a mother strip her small daughter from the waste down and hold her up to pee on the platform floor. Why must people do that when there were toilets about 30 feet from her. Now some volunteer working on the railway have to clean it up.

On our way back we stopped for some food and my colleague a drink (I was driving the lorry) after we eat we walked to a pub he went in and I saw a ice-cream kiosk and went over to get one, there was a female talking to the female in the kiosk, I got my ice-cream and was now standing back near the pub wall eating it when I noticed the female outside the kiosk was holding her crotch and moving from foot to foot, she then walked away and into a shop but returned shaking her head and said to the kiosk female 'NO'.

I short time later she was dancing foot to foot again and walked off down the street, then my colleague came out of the pub and I lead him down the street back to our lorry in a car park, but also watching the female to see were she was going, hoping to see if she would pee in a side street or lane. but after a long'ish walk we were near the car park and yes she made it to the public toilets. Drat!

Another time some weeks later we were walking back home the same way, when it started to rain, I said lets see if the changing room urinal was open to get in out of the rain but the iron gate was locked, I said I have an idea we can shelter in the children's play park just past the last football pitch. In the park were some large concrete pipes they were laid on the ground in the shape of a 'H' and two more on top as a 'T' with holes between them to climb through, when we got there we both climbed into ether end of the top of the 'T', ( the pipes seemed smaller then I remembered from my early teen, when a group of use used to sit in them for hours just chilling out.)

So there we are sort of squatting on our backs, the rain got harder and the sky darkened, we just sat and talked, after a hour or so my pint of lager wanted out so I got my feet down one of the holes to the lower 'H' and peed out of my end of the pipe into the rain, then got back onto my back to wait for the rain to stop.

When my girlfriend said now she needed to pee, I said why not pee down the hole at your end of the pipe, (the lower pipes always stunk of piss and more anyway).

So she pulled her jeans and knickers up to her knees (she was on her back) and sat over the hole or more into the hole and complained that the concrete was cold and started to pee, I could hear her pee hitting the bottom of the lower pipe, but she said that most of her pee was running up her but crack and that she would need something to wipe with, so when she was finished peeing I pasted her my handkerchief to wipe with but as she did it came out of her hand falling into the pipe below and her piss puddle and all the other dirt down there, she said sorry but her bum cheeks were still wet, I lean over and swiped my shirt sleeve across them, she said thank you, and pulled her knickers and jeans back into place.

I saw that there were a few wet marks on my sleeve which I sniffed at. We both stayed there until the rain stopped and stiffly we both climbed out of the pipes and walked home, me more stiffly then her.

I too have visited Bournemouth and know the sort of huts you mean. Unfortunately I haven't managed to get the opportunity of seeing anyone peeing behind them - I am usually there with my wife and not usually far enough away from the toilets for people to go behind the huts. I presume you were a bit further along to the West of the Pier where the toilets are less common.

Wherever it was, you were very lucky to witness the sightings.

East Bourne or Christ Church or something that, to the left end if you are facing the sea

The town in which I lived was made up of a large number of villages which over the years had grown and joined together, one summers evening me and my girlfriend went for a walk. We walked along the main road to the next village, and we paid a visit to the pub there for a pint or two of lager before returning on a circular route. To do this we walked past the railway maintenance yards and into an area we called 'The Vale', this was a recreational area used by the local school consisting of a rugby pitch, a cricket pitch and three football pitches all in a line.

As we walked along I started the need for a pee, so as we past the old changing rooms I said to my girlfriend that it the toilets were open ( they had a big iron gate on them ) that I would pop in them, the gate was open so in I went, My girlfriend followed me, she was surprised to find that all that was in there was, was on the right-hand side a wall with a gully along the bottom running to a drain at the far end and no toilet, I went to the wall and started to piss on to it, she said that she too needed a pee so when I was done asked me to stand in the gateway so no-one could come in.

My girlfriend went to the wall and with her back to it dropped her pink trousers and knickers, then bent forwards with he bum pointing at the wall started to pee, her stream stated to go towards the wall but fell short so she waddled forwards and squatted down and peed a long strong river that came towards me at the gate, ( why it did not go to the drain I do not know).

When she was done she pulled up her cloths and we left to continue our walk home.