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Florida most of the year. Midwest the rest. I'm on the road a lot as well.

I spend a lot of time on small boats. Many times I've been out there with women for most of a day. It can certainly make for interesting times when nature pays a call. On several occasions, they had to pee in a bucket. While I never got to see anything, I couldn't help but hear the noise, which never failed to make my shorts tighter. When they were finished, I'm pretty sure they noticed my condition, especially the ones who asked me to dump the bucket over the side.

Sure hope the puddle behind the couch was cleaned up before the teacher visited the following week. I not, I don't think either you or Jack would be receiving any stickers.

When I first saw this post, I thought you were posing the question to women. Since you apparently are not... well, never mind! 🙄 Still I can't shake the image out of my head. 😝 In fact, I recall a few break times when one of my hiking partners would venture no more than ten feet off the trail, bend over and drop trou. Butt cheeks were pointed towards the sky and a stream of golden rain was making a puddle in the ground far behind her, much as I tried to not look. 😉 When she was finished, more than once I commented. "that may have been Uranus but I think you were aiming for the star

I love when desperate times call for desperate measures! 😝

Let me know your festival schedule. 😁

Guess I really hadn't thought that much about what one must do in space when nature comes calling. It's not quite as easy as on a road trip, when you can just pull over to the side. I saw the Space Station fly overhead a few evenings. After reading this story, I'm sure I'll never think about it the same way again.

Can't wait to hear how you're going to solve this problem. Or, rather, both problems. Please. 😁

Nice to know yours at least wasn't wasted in a toilet. Sinks are hot!

The question I have is, how can anyone who's been on here a while ever forget? 😁

It's been said "revenge is sweet." In this case, it's more like bitter lemon. 🤣

While your story may be a work of fiction, it doesn't stray far from a few of my true experiences. I've led several dozen mixed-gender dayhikes. My charges were all adults, post-college age to active seniors, and usually there were more women than men. Now, I considered a very good leader. Before we set off, I gave them a description of the trail ahead, along with basic safety instruction. I also stressed to them the importance of good hydration, but also told them we'd be taking rest stops at least every couple hours. Usually, that was frequent enough for most hikers. And, the

I think if women don't want to be heard in the bathroom, they should pee somewhere else! 🤣

Excellent for a first attempt! Or, a second, third... well, you get the idea. I'll admit to having a strong attraction to females of the athletic kind, so I guess my tastes are much like yours. But, any chance can I break up you and Genevieve from time to time unless you think three makes better company?

Isn't it amazing how you feel you only have to pee a little yet still manage to overflow the cup?

I'll bet someone feels a lot better.

I'm one who seldom uses the toilet myself, so I always like have a few "go to" options. I tend to be outdoors a lot, so that's typically my most frequent place. I know, maybe not one of the "rare" choices, but I sometime can be adventurous, peeing off a bridge, a cliff or along a traveled road. Indoors I have a few cups and containers, usually conveniently placed just out of sight. Since I'm at the desk in my home office for many hours at a time, I keep a good-sized bucket underneath. Sometimes it's at least half full at the end of a long day. Not sure I'd recommend the cardboar

Loved those Bond references, Pissy Galore, licensed to thrill.... That brought to my mind another absolute classic story I read on here. Something about hanging out with certain 60's British rock group and watering stones. @Eliminature You may not be here, but you're definitely not forgotten. Now, you've certainly, er, wet my interest to hear more about the adventures of Lisa and Mike.

I'll sometimes see this when I lead hiking groups., where often there are at least as many women as there are men. Out on the trail for much of a day, most all of us will need to pee at least once. I try to plan stops about every two hours. I suppose more often if I'm the one feeling the need. On these breaks, I'll notice the behaviour of the women, though I try not to obvious. Most walk at least several steps into the woods, some even venturing out of sight of the trail. Then, there's always a few who never take advantage of relief when it's offered. I'm sure some possess a bladder

Joan seems to be my kind of girl. I'm sure any time spent with her will bring the Tom out in me.

In my case, the question is more have I ever got up to use the bathroom while online. Most days, I'm on the computer several hours at a time. Usually I'm distracted enough to not notice my bladder filling, that is until I suddenly find myself desperate. By the time I'd stand up to do something about it, I'd probably pee myself before I left the room. For that reason, I keep under my desk a big blue bucket. Sometimes it's half full by the end of the day.

I wish I knew more Swedish than just a few words, like skol and kiss. 😁 My far mor and far far came from there when they were young, but were taught to speak only English once they came to America. If only I'd had the sense to ask them to teach me what they remembered. 🙁

I'm fluent in at least six languages, American English, UK English, Australian English, New Zealand English, Canadian English and, what I probably speak best, Southern. 😝

I'm hoping it won't take you another 28 years before you're on camera.

I certainly did! Despite frequenting the hiking trails, it's not every day I get to cross streams. 😁