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Sarah was thrilled she’d been invited to come speak at the career day panel. She was going to get to share her thoughts and experiences with fresh faced university grads, meet the other powerful people on the panel, and hopefully get noticed by the executives who would be giving keynote speeches. She wanted to give off her best impression, so she wore a modest knee length grey pencil skirt, black pantyhose, high heels, and a white blouse with a blazer. She also wore a white thong to avoid having any panty lines.

The day of the event, Sarah had her usual large coffee on the drive to work, and then met with the other speakers at the pre event breakfast mingle. She had another cup of coffee while chatting with people, and was handed a complimentary bottle of water that she drank to avoid getting a dry throat before she had to speak. When it was 5 minutes to the start time, she excused herself to the ladies room. She had to pee pretty badly, and after getting in the stall she quickly hitched up her skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees. She let out a long sigh as pee hissed out of her for almost 45 seconds. Feeling relieved, she washed her hands and headed out to the stage, where she found another bottle of water sitting at her chair. The stage lights were actually quite hot, so she opened it and drank half immediately just as the MC came out to introduce the panel. Putting the bottle down, she frowned as she felt a small twinge in her bladder. The coffee had run right through her, and her earlier pee had only broken the seal. But she figured no big deal, she’d just go at the intermission.

First, there would be a 30 minute keynote address from one of the speakers. Acutely aware that she was highly visible on stage with the other 5 panel members, Sarah kept her legs appropriately crossed and her hands in her lap throughout the speech, smiling in the right spots. Internally, however, she was starting to get a bit worried. Her need to pee had increased throughout the talk to the point that she would now normally get up to go to the bathroom. She hoped that there would be a short break after the keynote, but the MC came up and immediately said they’d transition into the first panel discussion of the day. Sarah didn’t want to delay everything just for her to pee, especially when everyone knew it had only been 30 minutes since it started, so she decided she’d just hold it until after the panel.

The panel discussion started well, but after only 15 minutes Sarah was bouncing her leg up and down. She didn’t want to, but she had to distract her body from the now pressing urge to pee. “C’mon Sarah, you’re an adult, just put it out of your mind,” she thought to herself. It was then her turn to give her spiel, and she managed to do that quite successfully, talking for almost 10 minutes and forgetting her urge to pee. But when she finished and the next panel member started talking, it all came flooding back to her in a rush. She tried to keep her face calm as she clenched her muscles as tight as possible, holding back a rush of pee. She uncrossed her legs and pushed them together tightly, wishing there was some way she could hold herself with her hand. She was now having a hard time following the conversation, but did her best to keep smiling even as her mind was racing how to get out of this situation.

Things were now becoming quite dire. Her need to pee was fully occupying her thoughts. She thought she should just get up, it had been over an hour of panel discussion, it would be perfectly understandable to discreetly take a restroom break. She started planning her exit, hoping to make it as unobtrusive as possible, waiting for a natural pause in the conversation. But while sitting there, she felt a wave of desperation wash over her and she froze completely. She prayed her face stayed calm on the outside as she clenched every muscle in her body, going completely still, and still she felt a leak trickle out into her panties. She had to unclench, and she did she involuntarily sprayed a jet of pee into her panties. She couldn’t believe it, she could feel her face go beet red. She had no idea how much she’d peed, but she could feel the inside of her thighs and her bum were damp. It would almost surely have left a mark on her light grey skirt. There’s no way she could get up now, all eyes would be on her and everyone would see. She’d have to wait until a real intermission and then hope to escape unnoticed. Now she just had to manage not to completely piss herself before that could happen.

Finally, the 90 minute panel discussion was ending, and Sarah saw the MC come up onto the stage. She felt relief, she was going to make it to a bathroom after all. She had only leaked a little bit, she figured she could dry her skirt and nobody would ever know. But then Sarah heard the unimaginable: it was time for the question period! She nearly groaned out loud as her aching bladder pushed against her tired muscles. She watched with horror as a long line of students formed at the microphone in the audience — there was no way she could hold it. She was trying frantically to think of what to do when she realized the first student had directed their question at her. Her eyes went wide, and she raised the mic up to answer them while holding her legs together for dear life. As she stammered through her answer, she felt a small leak trickle out, soaking through the crotch of her panties and following the curve of her thigh. She literally had pee running down her leg while on stage in front of 1000 students! She hoped to God that the bright lights and her dark pantyhose would mask any sign of wetness from the audience. But she knew she had to get to a bathroom, or soon there would be an unmistakeable puddle under her chair.

Finally, the last speaker arrived at the mic. Sarah grabbed her purse in anticipation, planning to block her wet bum with it. As the MC dismissed everyone for intermission, Sarah sprang out of her chair, fighting every urge to grab herself and hold it. The woman beside her made eye contact and asked if she wanted to grab lunch together, but Sarah looked at her frantically and just stammered “sorry! I really gotta pee first!”. “Oh! Run girl”, the woman responded, seeing the desperation on her face. Unfortunately, Sarah’s heels would not allow this. She scurried off the stage as quick as she could and out into the hallway. She saw the women’s restroom sign and ran to it, not caring who saw her wet skirt as the students also started filing into the hall. She burst into the bathroom and found 3 stalls, 2 occupied and 1 blissfully open. “Ohhh come on come on” she cried, running into the stall. She locked the door and reached a hand under her skirt, finally away from the public eye. Her pantyhose were completely soaked underneath, but there was no time to think of that now. She slammed the lock on the door and turned to the toilet, feeling a jet of pee shoot out and soak her hand. Another stream started to trickle down her bum and thigh. She frantically pulled her skirt up to save it from any more damage as she started to pee herself standing in front of the toilet. Knowing there was no more time as the dam burst, she dropped her exhausted body onto the seat and relaxed as a torrent of pee shot into her panties and pantyhose. It sprayed through them into the toilet, as some streams running down her leg onto the floor, but she didn’t care. She’d made it to a toilet at least.

As the band finished playing, Megan turned to her friend Katy. “Wow that was amazing! Let’s go find the toilets though, I’ve been bursting for a pee since halfway through.”

“Good idea,” Katy replied, “I’ve gotta go pretty bad too. All those beers.” Megan was wearing very light jeans that were high waisted and so tight you could almost make out the imprint of her pussy lips through them, along with a skimp black tank top. Katy had on a light pink romper, with no bra underneath so her boobs were always at risk of being exposed. They’d been attending a local one day concert festival near their place, just held in a big empty parking lot, and now started to walk back towards the food vendors and entrance where the line of portapotties were.

As they got closer, Megan’s heart sank. There was a massive snaking line to the portapotties, and she could see multiple people shifting from foot to foot and grimacing uncomfortably as they waited. “Ooo, I’ve really gotta go, I hope this moves fast,” she whimpered. Standing in line, she saw a bunch of guys leaving in a steady stream to go pee on a fence about 15 feet from the line. It was still the middle of the day though, and in the middle of this converted parking lot there was no where to squat behind or hide — any girl having to go outside would be on full display for everyone to see. Megan couldn’t bare to have everyone see her naked and peeing, no matter how bad she had to go. Katy, on the other hand, was rapidly approaching a point where she wouldn’t care who saw her, she was gonna be peeing either way. She felt a small leak dribble into her panties under her romper, and crossed her legs tightly.

“Meg, let’s go pee over by that fence, I’ll block you and then you can block me. I don’t think I can wait for this line.” As she said that, two girls broke out of the line and ran over the short distance to the fence, one unbuckling her shorts as she ran. As soon as they got there, they both squatted down and started an explosive piss, a large puddle rapidly forming and starting to snake down the asphalt. “I don’t know, I don’t want everyone to see me like those girls,” Megan replied. “Please, I’m really desperate, I can’t hold on much longer,” Katy pleaded. She now had one hand holding herself through her romper, and she was dancing from foot to foot.

“Ok, let’s go over there. You have to block me though!” Megan conceded. They left the line and started towards the fence. Megan felt an instant pang of regret; the line was way too long to rejoin, she was gonna be peeing over here whether she liked it or not. Getting to the fence, they stood there for a second looking for the best place to squat. As they did, a very drunk girl came running from the line, holding her short skirt up above her hips. Megan saw a large stream flowing through the girls panties and splattering on the asphalt at her feet as the girl tried to steady herself. She squatted fast, trying to control the flow and minimize the amount of pee running down her leg, but she did so too quickly, and fell backwards onto her bum with a yelp. Unfortunately, she couldn’t stop the torrent of pee gushing out of her, and it sprayed through her panties in an arc, soaking her skirt, her bum and the ground around her. She awkwardly pulled herself back up to a crouch, all the while continuing to hiss pee into the asphalt, but Megan could see pee dripping off of her legs and bum. Megan was struck with a sudden paralyzingly fear of the same thing happening to her.

Besides her, Katy could wait no longer. The leaks had turned into a steady trickle running down her leg. She squatted and grabbed the leg of her romper together with the crotch of her panties, and pulled them heavily to the side just as she started gushing a full stream of pee. Hearing Katy’s stream was too much for Megan. She felt a powerful jet of pee shoot into her panties, and she started unbuckling her jeans while twisting her legs together to hold the rest in. “Katy, you said you’d block me!” she cried. “Sorry Meg, I was having an accident. Give me a minute.”

But Megan didn’t have a minute. She started to pull down her jeans, but then remembered the girl falling and panicked while pulling them back up. Her body had already gotten the signal though, and she felt a warm wetness suddenly pool in her crotch. She had started to pee full force in her jeans. “Oh! Oh no! Katy I’m peeing, oh my god I can’t stop!” she cried. “Just squat down Meg, you’re getting it all in your pants!” But Megan was too traumatized. She looked down at the spreading dark and glistening stain on the front of her jeans and was powerless to stop it. Dark streaks were forming down her legs as the pee ran in rivers, creating a puddle at her feet. She hadn’t had to pee so bad in a long time, and her stream just kept coming. Finally, after over a minute, it slowed to a trickle. Her light blue jeans were nearly black now, completely soaked with her pee. She could see people in line sneaking glances at her, probably wishing that wouldn’t be them next. As Katy stood up, slipping her panties back into place, the two quickly walked off towards the exit. Megan knew there was no way to hide the massive accident she’d had, so she just walked as quick as she could, feeling the wet fabric already turn cold against her crotch and bum.

It was a beautiful summer Saturday afternoon, and Nat and Sami had gone out on Sami’s boyfriend Zach’s boat, along with Nat’s boyfriend Connor. They’d spent the day at a shallow sandbar way out in the lake, drinking and swimming and having a good time. Both girls had peed multiple times, just going through their bikini bottoms while acting like they were treading water.

But now they were headed back on the small motor boat, with an hour or so ride ahead of them, and Nat realized she hadn’t peed for the last couple hours before they left. But she had drank a couple more beers, and her bladder now throbbed uncomfortably. Wearing only a small, light blue bikini, she had now way to hold herself secretly, so she just crossed her legs and tried to forget about it. Sitting across from her, Sami also was focusing on holding it. She’d peed not long before they left, but drinking all day meant the urge was already coming back strong. She hoped she wouldn’t leak, her short jean shorts wouldn’t hide anything — she’d been pulling her white bikini bottoms to the side underwater to pee all day long.

After 20 more minutes, Nat shifted uncomfortably and thought about asking Zach, who was driving, to stop the boat so she could jump in the water to pee. It was embarrassing, but better than peeing all over the boat and her bikini. Unfortunately, just then he announced the waves had gotten pretty bad, and they’d have to drive quickly all the way in to avoid getting sideswiped. Nat groaned, and put her hand in her crotch, not caring now that it was probably obvious she had to pee.

Nat moaned and clenched her pussy, trying desperately to stop from leaking. She was frantically rubbing her legs together, trying anything to hold back the flood. Zach tried to reassure her, but she knew she would never make it to the bathrooms on the dock. As the boat hit a particularly big wave, Nat felt the first leak jet out, leaving a wet circle on the front of her blue bikini bottom. The material turned slightly translucent from the wetness, and you could just make out her pussy lips pressed against the fabric.

As the shore came into view in the distance, Nat felt the first leak dribble out into her bikini. She looked down and saw her jean shorts were still dry, but didn’t think they would be for long. “Come on guys, hurry up and get us to shore. I’m absolutely bursting!” she cried. As Zach pulled the boat into the dock, both girls hopped out before it had even come to a complete stop. Sami was bent over with both hands tightly pressed into her crotch, feeling moments away from total disaster. There was a single portapotty on the other side of the parking lot from the dock, and she started walking as quickly as she dared. Nat watched her walk with envy, but had to wait to help the boys tie up the boat. Halfway there, Sami felt another intense wave of desperation, and a short burst of pee shot out between her legs. She gasped and paused to hold herself again, and then resumed her speedwalk to the toilet.

Sami reached the door just as Nat finished tying up the boat. “Oh god, I’ve gotta run, I hope I make it,” Nat yelled to Connor as she turned to cross the parking lot. Sami tried the door, and found it locked. Not caring how it looked, she banged on the door “Please, I’m having an accident!”. The woman inside replied “Oh dear, I’ll be just a second, hold on!”, but Sami was out of time. She felt the floodgates give way as her pee trickle turned into a gusher shooting into her bikini. With a yelp, she tore her bikini bottom down and squatted in the dirt beside the portapotty, a massive puddle quickly forming. A middle aged woman came out and saw Sami pissing up a storm. “Oh honey, I’m sorry. Don’t worry about it at all.”

Nat saw all this from across the parking lot. The sight of Sami’s pee stream just about made her lose it in her shorts, and she felt another leak dampen her bikini further underneath. She started to run, feeling a hot spurt shoot out with every few strides. She didn’t care, she had no choice at this point. She reached the now unoccupied portapotty, dashing past Sami still peeing and slamming the door closed behind her. She didn’t even bother with the lock, just turned to position her bum in a hover over the toilet and pull down her shorts in one motion. But she forgot how tight these shorts were, and gasped as she realized they were stuck on her hips. Her pee stream started flowing uncontrollably, and she felt a warm wetness pool in her crotch before multiple streams split to run down her slightly bent legs. Her fingers clumsily pulled at her shorts button as she tried desperately to stop the torrent of pee, but her bladder muscles had given up. She finally got the button undone and ripped her shorts down, still peeing full force. Her pee splattered loudly on the floor and then the toilet seat as she got into position, and then finally into the toilet itself. By this point, she only had a bit more pee to push out — most of it had come out in her shorts and onto the floor. She looked at her shorts now around her knees and saw they were completely soaked in the crotch and bum, turning a dark blue colour. She gingerly peeled them off and pulled up her soaking bikini bottoms, and then went out to see Sami. Oh well, she thought, time to go rinse these off back in the water.

**Two girls make a mess trying to desperately pee in a cup**
 

”Ohhh we haven’t moved in 10 minutes and I’ve really gotta pee!” Nat complained. “I know!”, agreed Sami, “I’m pretty desperate too.” Sami was downplaying the situation in fact — she already had spurted in her green panties and black leggings twice. Her crotch felt warm and very damp, and she didn’t know how much longer she could last. 

Nat cursed that she had worn a cute romper today, it meant she had to get totally naked to pee and so going outside the car was not gonna happen. Sami though had reached a breaking point. As she felt another leak coming on, she blurted “I’m going outside the car”. “Wait Sami, we’re moving again! I’ll stop at the first gas station,” Nat replied. Sami groaned. She couldn’t wait until they reached a gas station. 

“Nat, I’m gonna pee myself”. In her head, Nat thought “Yeah, me too”. But out loud, she just said “Come on, just hold it a little longer”. Sami couldn’t. But then, she noticed a small coffee cup. “I’ll use this!” Nat looked at it. “Is it big enough?” Sami said she would just stop peeing and dump it out the window when it filled up. Nat, distracted by her own full bladder and driving, agreed. 

In one motion, Sami pulled her panties and leggings down and positioned the cup under her vagina, hovering over the seat. With a sigh of relief, she relaxed and felt her bladder release. But her stream split, half running down her bum and dripping onto the seat and half shooting out forward onto the floor. With a yelp, she repositioned, and pressed the cup right to her pee hole. The sound of stream thundered in the car, and after a few short seconds indicated the cup was almost full. 

“Sami, stop peeing!” Nat cried. “I can’t, I only just started.” Sami felt the pee in the cup press against her pussy, and then start overflowing down her hands and bum. She quickly dumped the cup out the window and brought it back, but by then a puddle had formed on the seat. After two more cups worth, Sami’s stream finally slowed, and she was able to finish up. But her legs and bum were covered in pee along with the seat. She pulled her pants up and sat down, feeling it soak into the fabric. “Sorry Nat”. 

Nat had other problems on her mind. The sound of Sami’s stream had sent her over the edge, and she was steadily leaking into her pink panties. She finally managed to pull into a parking lot. “Sami, I’m gonna pee any second. I can’t make it to a bathroom, and I’m not getting naked outside the car. Help me!” Sami told Nat to squat over the seat, and then held the cup under her. “Okay, take your romper off, it’s just me here anyways.” But it was too late. Nat’s fingers fumbled with the string holding up her romper as a jet of pee shot out through her panties, the drenched fabric not stopping any of it. Her stream flowed into her romper’s legs and down her thighs, dribbling onto the floor and missing the cup entirely. She started crying as she lost all control, and her hard stream blasted right through the crotch of her romper and onto the floor at her feet. Sami looked sheepishly at the very wet but mostly empty cup. “It’s okay Nat, I won’t tell anyone.”

**Two girls pee themselves in desperation.**

Sami grabbed Nat by the arm as the concert crowd started filing out. “Come on, I’ve really gotta pee!” she said to her friend. Nat agreed, she had 3 tallboys on her bladder pressing uncomfortably on her jeans waistband. The girls hurried to the bathrooms, but found a long line already formed. Sami moaned, she had a grey bodysuit on with a miniskirt overtop, and her small bladder was full to the brim. 

After 10 minutes of waiting they had almost reached the front, and Nat was dancing on the spot with one hand jammed in her crotch. Her black thong was tight against her pee hole and suddenly she felt a quick leak jet out, soaking it. Beside her, Sami was doing worse. Her grey bodysuit had a 1 inch dark wet spot under her skirt, and a line of pee trickled down her thigh. She farted then, and felt another spurt of pee splash against her thigh. She knew she had only minutes to spare. 

The bathroom had 3 stalls, but one was out of order and the other had a girl puking who seemed like she was in it for the long haul. As they stood there waiting, a girl in dark jeans came bursting through door. “Please let me go first, I can’t hold it!” she cried. But the girls couldn’t allow it, “Yeah, we’re all about to piss ourselves!”. Realizing she would have to wait for the whole line, the girl pulled down her pants and immediately started spraying pee onto the bathroom floor. “Sorry ladies, it was this or in my pants.” The sight of her stream made Sami grab herself harder, as another stream of pee trickled under her bum.

Finally, the last stall opened, and both Nat and Sami scrambled in together, figuring it would be faster. “Please, I’ve gotta go first, I’m already having an accident” Sami pleaded. Nat, squirmed and felt her wet thong, but agreed since she thought she could hold it for another minute. Sami pulled up her skirt and slammed her bum down on the toilet, pee spurting onto the floor and she turned. She grabbed her bodysuit and pulled it to the side, her stream hissing into the bowl. 

Nat was unbuttoning her jeans and had a hand down her thong, desperately massaging her pee hole. “Come on, it’s my turn, I’m already starting to pee”. As she said that, her bladder spasmed and a stream soaked her hand. “Get off the toilet Sami!”. But Sami was unable to stop her stream if she tried, her bladder was releasing full force. 

Nat pulled her pants down to her knees and held herself with both hands, pee leaking around her fingers and down her thighs. She bent over as a wave of desperation hit her, and a hot jet of pee shot out and hit the stall door behind her. The surprise of the loud splash on the door broke her concentration, and she started peeing full force downwards into her pants around her knees. “Sami! I’m peeing!!” Sami was now able to stop her stream as her bladder was nearly empty, so she snapped her body suit back into place and stood up to let Nat go. But it was too late. A massive puddle covered the stall floor, and Nat was soaked in her own pee. Her face burned as she had to come out of the stall with her soaked pants, her drenched panties left in the garbage can, and face the long line of girls who now had to use a stall with a massive puddle in it. 

“Sorry Nat, don’t feel bad, it could happen to anyone.” Sami tried to console her friend. “It’s okay, I know you had to go too. Let’s just go home.”

I commented about some sightings I've had at a large park downtown Toronto this summer and it was well-received, so I thought I'd share a couple more experiences I've had in Toronto over the last few years.

For the first, you should know that Toronto sits on the shore of Lake Ontario, and a popular summer destination is to the Toronto islands, which are about a 15 minute Ferry ride from the downtown pier. (there are beaches and an amusement park for younger children). One day, my friend and I were coming back on the ferry after sunset, so probably its last or second last run of the night. As the ferry was docking and we were all lining up to disembark, I noticed the girl beside me was DESPERATE for a pee. Like, full on, both hands jammed in her crotch (she was wearing short jean shorts), hopping from one leg to the other, I'm-about-to-pee-myself desperation. Her friends were kind of joking around, teasing her about it, but she was clearly past the point of seeing the humour in the situation. We were on the upper deck, so it took at least 5 minutes for the rest of the ferry to clear before we could disembark, which meant I got quite a show being right beside her that whole time. When we got off, there are washrooms almost immediately after you exit the disembarking area (which is basically into a small park), and she made a beeline towards them. I thought this would be the end of the sighting, but amazingly, the bathrooms were locked -- they must close around sunset. She pulled on the door a few times, seemingly in disbelief, and then jammed her hands back into her crotch and spun around to her friends, clearly in panic mode. They were being pretty nonchalant, like "oh let's just keep walking then", but she was not having it. Still holding herself, she speedwalked around the bathroom building towards the rest of the park, which at this time of night was pretty dark (no lights in the interior) and deserted. Quite unfortunately, as I said I was with my friend, and so I couldn't very well be like "hey let's go follow that girl into the dark park", and so that was where the sighting ended for me. But I have spent a lot of time thinking about how that situation ended for her, likely with a big stream into the grass with only a small building separating her from the large ferry crowd, and whether she managed to make it without any leaks.

Another sighting I had was while walking along the river that cuts from the lake up north through the city, and has a walking/biking trail running alongside it. I was out walking one day, purely for exercise with no thoughts of an encounter at all, when I saw ahead of me two girls, probably about 20, standing just off the trail kind of looking into the bushes. That was when I noticed the one of them had unbuttoned her shorts and was holding herself with one hand, looking around. They saw me (obviously) so I just kept walking down the trail past them. However, at this point the trail runs parallel to a little stream that branches off from the river, and there is trail on either side of the stream connected regularly by small foot bridges (the stream is like 10ft wide). So at the next one, I quickly crossed over the stream and doubled back the way I had came, but on the opposite trail now. As I passed the spot where the girls were, I couldn't believe my eyes, but I saw the girl who'd been holding herself standing on the bank of the stream with her shorts around her ankles, her back slightly arched, forcefully peeing while standing. They were hidden from the trail on their side of the stream by some bushes, but on my side of the stream I had a crystal clear view of the whole show. The girl's friend saw me and shouted to let her know that she was now fully on display, but there was nothing she could do to stop her pee at this point. I didn't want to be an ass and stand there staring, so I just kept walking (although as slowly as possible) while grabbing as many glances as I could. She must have been pretty desperate to be able to pee so forcefully standing up, and I wonder if also a little bit exhibitionist since she chose not to squat down like most girls would in that situation. 

The last sighting I'll share again came down by the lake, this time on a park that forms kind of a semicircle into the water with a bike path running along the perimeter. Between the path and the lake is a hill (not that tall or steep, the lake is pretty calm here) that has large, flat bounders on it to protect from erosion. It's common for people to sit on these boulders, since it's a beautiful view into the lake on the southeast with the fully city skyline just to the northeast. One day I was walking along the path at a spot where it kind of cuts in, so you can see farther up the path where it comes to a corner before turning back around to the rest of the semi-circle. There was a woman, probably 40, sitting on one of those rocks facing more towards the city (and hence me on the path) than out into the lake. As I was walking, I suddenly realized she had stopped reading her book, and was kind of inching forward in a strange way. My interest piqued, I looked more closely, and saw her slide her running shorts down and then slide her bum off the rock so she was squatting on the one below it, with her back against the rock she'd just been sitting on. Not having superhuman vision, I couldn't make out her stream, but it was quite clear what was going on. After about a minute, she got back up and pulled her shorts up (no wipe) and then gathered her things and continued down the path. When I got to that spot of the path a couple minutes later, I headed over to the rock where she'd been sitting, and sure enough below it was a huge puddle just sitting on the rocks (which were bone dry otherwise). Another slightly exhibitionist scene since she really made no effort to hide herself from anyone walking up the path, and also there are bathrooms like a 5 minute walk from where she was. 

I live a short walk from this park, and have been walking through on Friday and Saturday nights the last few weekends. The best time is just before sunset; girls have been drinking all day and are much less careful about hiding, but it's still bright enough to see clearly. I see probably 5-10 girls a night and many more that are either about to pee or just finished coming out of the trees. 

Last night I had a great sighting -- as I was in a stand of trees peeing myself, a girl came and squatted almost directly behind me and immediately started peeing like a racehorse. Her stream (really, a river) nearly ran right over my feet. I finished up and turned around to get a great view of her (she was probably 25) about 5 feet above me on the hill with her skirt hiked up and legs spread; she didn't seem concerned about being seen at all. As I walked past I also got a great view of her bum, overall one of the best sightings I've seen.

Another memorable sighting was near the same spot, which is actually a pretty steep tree-covered hill separating the upper area of the park from the lower area. A girl had just started to pee about 10 feet to the right of me and was holding onto her friend for support when she lost her footing and slid down a few feet on her bum. She yelped and cried out "I'm still peeing!", half laughing and half upset. I felt a bit bad for her because that hill is pretty gross to actually fall on (literally muddy with pee), but it was definitely a nice sight to see her trying to get back into a crouch without peeing all over herself.

A third story I'll share, I was sitting on the opposite side of the park having a smoke watching the city skyline from a hill just above a washroom building that's locked for Covid. Sure enough, I saw two girls come walking towards it only to find the door locked, which seemed quite troublesome to them. The one of them must have been pretty desperate, since she immediately ran around the to other side of the building (which I still had full view of being on the hill above), hiked up her white sundress, and peed for about 45 seconds from a high squat.