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I was walking on a secluded urban road near to a railway, today was a warm day. After minutes, the air began to smell as fresh piss at first soft but then the smell was quite strong penetrating. I found an urinal alley. 

These puddles are from a male or a women? I think that it made by a horse because the puddles are enormous. A big bladder.

I want to pee there but I don't know how do that.... 

I was on a long journey from another city to visit her older sister, who lived in a metropolis. The journey had been smooth until I reached the city limits, and I was suddenly caught in the grip of a massive traffic jam. 

As the minutes turned into hours and the cars barely budged, my discomfortly grew unbearable. I had been holding my bladder since I left my hometown, hoping to find a restroom on the way. However, the unexpected traffic jam had dashed my hopes.

I squirmed and moaning in the seat, trying to distract myself from the growing urgency. I looked toward the dark tunnel, the another drivers was equally exasperated by the situation. "I can't hold it any longer," I said myself. "I will explode now" 

Finally I take a desicion to pee inside the tunnel, I scanned the surroundings, hoping to find a dark spot, but there was no relief in sight. "Hang in there, Pristila," I said in my mind, trying to reassure me.

But I knew that I couldn't wait any longer, it's a lost battle. I decided to act before of wet the car seat. I unfastened my seatbelt and opened the car door. "I can't more," I mumbled, before slipping out of the car.

The tunnel, illuminated by the red taillights of the cars ahead, seemed like an odd choice for a restroom, I never pissed in a tunnel. But I decided to not wet my jean shorts, felt like I had no other option. I ventured a bit further into the tunnel, away from the congested traffic, hoping to find some privacy.

With my back turned to the cars and my car like a barrier, I peed in the shoulder of the tunnel, the river first hit fiercely against the wall and then it ran down the shoulder sidewalk, wetting the pavement, and after I began to urinate on the road. I feeling a mix of embarrassment and sexual tension. The puddle was big and visible. The echoes of the tunnel amplified my actions, but I was beyond caring at that point.

As I returned to the car, I raised the windows and played music loud. I was blushing, I rolled up my sweater and I concentrated on getting out of the tunnel.

AUGUST 4

It was at night, I was in the same pool with huges wants to pee. I used a long sleeve jacket with a bikini. I was sitting in a deck chair enjoying the sensation of a full blader. I was with my cell phone and with my legs crossed, I really have to go to the bathroom but the sensation is fine.

Then at 10 pm the pool started to close and I take my bag and put my sandals for go away. When I stood up I felt a rock inside my belly. I don't held it for a long time, but it was like If I endured it for hours. I tried to walk I my legs pressed, my thighs are contained my crotch. My pussy was at it limit. 

When I reached the parking lot I could endure it more. I pulled down my bikini knickers and pee on the pavement. The shower was very irregular, is normal to me when I'm in my limit. I put my hands in my hips while I pissing, a puddle started to grow quite in the stony floor. I was nervous because I peed very noisly.

I keep a moment watching the black puddle in the pavement and I go away.  

JULY 22.

I't was in a pool. I was in a chair next to the pool wearing a bikini. The day was cloudy for that there no many people in the park. In a corner sitting on the chair I began to feel a bit of wants to pee, I decided to endure. Moments later I realized no many people is nearly to me, so I started to drink more. I continue enduring for a long time, in a moment I had to crossing the legs, I leaned back in the chair watching the fair skin of my legs and feet trying to concentrate myself to hold. In a moment I couldn't hold it more and I tried to pee. I put my buttocks in the edge of the chair, I caressed my thighs that were marked by the fabric of the chair. I covered my legs with the towel tying it up to my hips and I lean foward to press my bladder. I started to pee in my bikini quickly and louding, the bikini is not much protection so my liquids fell violently on the ceramics tiles in the floor. I rise my feet and legs a little to don't step on the puddle. The pee spreads for the tiles making a big puddle in the floor, the pool gradient caused my pee run away making a river. I over my urination with a sigh, I go away of the crime scene pretty fast. 

This story is since 7 years ago when I was camping with my classmates.

The scenario inside a large farm that was used for camping and other activities, this farm has about 4 square miles (10.36 km2) and in it there were very few buildings, almost everything was forest with small moors. The end of the hacienda was delimited by a wire fence held together with cut logs. We decided to camp among some trees near the fence. There was a little lake in the farm. 

We spent the day playing and then in the night we made a bonfire. In the farm there was bathrooms, but it was 20 minutes walking. So some guys and girls went to the forest to pee.

At 2 am I go to my tent, feeling a slight urge to pee, but I decided that I would go to the toilets when the sun came up. I made my bed and then I took off my shoes, socks and pants, the night was cool so I decided to sleep with my sweatshirt on and my panties down. I curled up and tried to sleep, due to the urge to pee I felt a small twinge under my belly button, my bladder was filling up but it was possible to hold on until the day came.

In the middle of the night I woke up very urgent to go to the bathroom, I tried to go back to sleep knowing that I was not going to contain myself. Until I reached my break knowing that I was not going to hold on and I put my shoes on, so without socks and just in panties I went out of my tent. I headed into the woods while holding my crotch desperately looking for somewhere to pee. It soon occurred to me to go to the fence and wet one of its logs. 

I approached the fence almost bursting and lowered my panties. I confess that I peed a bit. Then I hugged the trunk of the fence with my arms and legs and I was relieved. The pee immediately ran copiously through the wood of the pole, my pee also watered the plants on the neighboring land. I stayed like that for several seconds until the last drop fell to the grass.

Yesterday I tried to pee standing up in the street.

When I was desesperate I go to looking for a calmy street to piss. When I found one I stood in front of a brick wall and seeing that nobody be close I pulled down my jeans until my calfs, then I took off my panties and tried to pee in the wall. I pushed my crotch to can pee, I flexed my knee a bit and support my belly in the bricks. After some seconds doing nothing I started to evacuate, when the tap of my bladder was open, my urine first came out as a profuse drip that created a vertical river over the bricks and then as a spray. I would look down at my urine splattering noisily and the wall darkening and then the sidewalk getting stained.

When I completely emptied my belly I pulled up my jeans and noticed small splashes on the fabric.

6 JULY 2023

I'm in my native country and today I had free time. I was alone in my house, so I did something I want since months ago, pissing in the parking lot of my neighborhood. I wake up early and drank a Ceylon tea, then I decided to wear my favorite pair of jean shorts and a stylish long sleeve blouse, my jean shorts covered less than half of my thighs and it's light colored. 

I drank two glasses of water in a row without stopping, I waited for despair to come, I was sitting in order to press my belly to make myself want to urinate. 

Then seeing that the urge to pee never came, I got up and walked barefoot around the house to do the housework, the pee started hitting my pussy when I was washing the dishes, I knew that the moment was coming, I decided to have a coffee to stress my belly even more. I decided to listen waterfalls sounds in my hearing aids and kept drinking, an hour later I was holding fiercely and my sphincter was so tight that no drop was going into my jean shorts. 

I decided to hold back for another hour, in the middle of that hour I was bursting, I crossed my legs and sat on my bed. Then I had to bury my hands in my crotch because just my thighs wasn't enough to hold on. I tried to distract myself, decided to apply sunscreen, starting with my face and then my legs, the feeling of the cold cream spreading over the skin of my thighs, knees, calves, ankles and feet made me want to pee even more.

Then I knelt on the bed with my hands between my thighs I decided to hold out until 9 am, I watched something on TV to distract myself but with only 15 minutes to go I couldn't think of anything but the feel and sound of my urine spilling into the pavement and consequent relief.

When it was finally 9 am, I put on some flip-flops and left my house, it took me a long time to try to put the key in the door of the house and then in the door of the fence, I was so urgent that my hips danced alone. I went down the stairs as fast as I could, but the need was so great that I stopped several times to hug the light poles and press my crotch against them. But I was able to hold on until I reached the bottom of the stairs and made my way to the parking lot.

To my surprise there were people in the parking lots, they were chatting endlessly. I stayed behind my car with my legs in X holding on with all my might, my pussy was very tense and nerves consumed me, my heart felt it inside my head. People did not stop talking so for fear of being seen and getting wet in front of my neighbors I got into my car, I sat cross-legged, it was even hard for me to breathe and at one point I felt that my panties were getting wet.

Suddenly the people left and went to a pizzeria in front of my neighborhood. Last effort Pristila, I told myself. I already felt humid heat spreading through my panties and shorts. As they disappeared from sight I got out of my car, pulled down my shorts and panties and lost control before squatting down, a spurt squirted out of my vagina staining the pavement in front of me, several spurts squirted as I tried to hold on while holding onto my clothes that were on my knees, my belly and vaginas was naked in the middle of that parking, the sun was hitting me all over my behind. I finally held back and squatted down and a thick stream of what was left of my pee inside my belly exploded noisily onto the parking lot floor.

I made a huge puddle the length of my car in the parking lot, when I was still peeing I felt someone stop behind me. I saw a silhouette among the urine pools on the floor and noticed that a teenager was looking at me.

The teenager, she was around 15 said me, , "Well, someone was in quite a hurry to find a restroom!"

Startled, I turned around to find a friendly, and she smiling at her. "Don't worry, dear," the girl said. "When you gotta go, you gotta go!"

I was exploding sorry I couldn't take it anymore I don't have keys to my house so I had to pee here. I might have to break down the door" I said ashamed. 

The teenager answered me "When I'm really needy I do the same, I don't blame you" 

As we stumbled out of the restaurant, giggling and feeling a little tipsy, I glanced over at my older sister, Ilsa. Her mischievous smile matched mine as we made our way to the car. It had been a fun evening so far, catching up and enjoying some drinks together.

However, as we merged into the evening traffic, a familiar urge began to gnaw at both of us. We exchanged nervous glances, silently acknowledging the growing urgency in our bladders. We desperately needed a restroom, but the endless stretch of cars and concrete offered no respite.

The minutes ticked by agonizingly slow as we clung to every ounce of self-control we possessed. Ilsa gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white, while I crossed and uncrossed my legs repeatedly, attempting to distract myself from the mounting pressure.

We tried everything we could think of to hold it in. We squeezed our thighs together, hoping the added pressure would somehow alleviate the urgent need. We fidgeted in our seats, shifting our weight from side to side, attempting to find a position that offered some relief. But the relentless traffic showed no mercy, mocking our desperate plight.

Finally, a glimmer of hope emerged on the horizon—a gas station loomed in the distance. It couldn't have come sooner. Ilsa accelerated with newfound determination, weaving skillfully through the congested lanes, her focus unwavering. We were going to make it.

But as we pulled into the gas station, our excitement deflated like a punctured balloon. A sign on the restroom door revealed that it was being cleaned and temporarily out of order. Desperation set in once again, threatening to unleash the dam we had fought so valiantly to hold back.

We glanced at each other, panic etched on our faces. Time was running out. Ilsa muttered, her voice strained, "Pris, I can't hold it anymore." Her words echoed my own thoughts. The urgency was becoming unbearable, and relief seemed unattainable.

Driven by a desperate need to find a solution, Ilsa made a split-second decision. She accelerated once again, scanning our surroundings for any hidden nook or secluded spot that could offer us respite. As the minutes passed, our hope dwindled, until finally, a small gap between two walls caught our attention.

We quickly maneuvered the car into the narrow space, our hearts pounding with a mix of relief and anxiety. The makeshift restroom was far from ideal—an alley sandwiched between the cold, unforgiving walls, with a pavement floor as our only sanctuary. But at that moment, it felt like the answer to our prayers.

With shaky legs, we stumbled out of the car, clumsily arranging ourselves against the walls. Our laughter mixed with nervous anticipation as we tried to find a modicum of privacy in this unconventional space. I let Ilsa to pee first, she was bursting. We did what we had to do, each of us taking turns while the other kept watch, ready to warn of any approaching strangers. Ilsa pulled up her skirt and squatting. The relief was incredible, a a waterfall tinkled on the pavement while my sister pissing. After her it was my turn. I pulled down my jeans and lets flow a powerful current in a part where the ground was dry, I peed for several seconds with all my might, my sandals and jeans got a bit wet.  

This bizarre adventure would forever be etched in our memories as the day we endured the traffic, fought against nature, and found solace between two walls.

My mother tells me to pee anywhere they can't see me, it can be a parking lot, on the side of the road, behind a tree.

Several times with my older sister we urinated together hidden in the street after parties, pubs or concerts or any event where we had to put up with each other