History of public urination

[Takashi96 847]

On 8/20/2023 at 10:23 AM, sd91 said:

This afternoon I revisited this spot...

It's been a lovely sunny Sunday, wearing my flirty floral sundress and my roman sandals, with the plan of another brunch with friends. However, this time I'd gone commando, anticipating the opportunity for a public wee. I had a glass of berocca before I left as well to add to the fun.

Three mimosas deep and zero wee breaks, I say goodbye to my friends. The familiar alleyway from that winter day was close by. A smirk played on my lips as I remembered that frosty morning. I already felt the desperate need to relieve myself, the pressure building rapidly. My bare pussy, concealed only by the light fabric of the dress, felt a tingling mix of excitement and urgency.

Getting into the alleyway and into the alcove, I hastily lifted my sundress, revealing my ginger-fringed snatch to the world. Squatting was as easy as lifting up my relatively short dress and assuming the position taking a moment to glance at my exposed vagina, my labia slightly parted. Before I knew it, a mighty torrent erupted from my pee hole, shot out with such force that it hissed audibly as it left my body, spraying the dry paving slabs beneath. I let out a rather large sigh of relief.

Thanks to the Berocca, the stream was a vivid and fluorescent, a bold yellow bordering on orange. The pavement beneath got painted with an electric hue, creating a stark contrast to its bland grey. The aroma emerged, a hint of sweet and citrus along with the typical damp and pungent smell. God I love the smell of my piss, and its all the sweeter when I'm pissing outside someones home, my bum pressed against their wall.

The once silent alley echoed with the audacious sound of my urine forcefully striking the now wettened slabs. I forgot to check whether their windows were open before I started!  I glanced over and saw the window was open on the latch but the curtain were drawn. Slightly nervous I squeeze a bit harder and my stream jets a little further forward.

Reveling in the naughty thrill, I played around just like before. Spreading my labia apart with an upside down v shape, I was amused to see how my stream divided, shooting off in multiple directions. I watched with delight as my urine puddled, the light catching the bright yellowness and formed rivulets across the alleyway.

It felt like an eternity but was only around 20 seconds before I began to taper off. A few forceful spurts, a dribble, and then the final drops marking the end of my bold exhibition.

I was sodden down there, with wee dripping off my labia and the bottom of my thighs, I realised I hadn't got a tissue out because I was too busy playing with my stream. Not wanting to stick around while I did, I had to improvise. Giving a small shake with my hand around my pubic area, I tried to get as much off as I could, but the wetness lingered. With a sigh, I decided to let the summer air do the job of drying my pussy and stood right back up as my dress falls into place.

As I stood and looked at the aftermath of my little escapade, I couldn’t help but marvel at the scene. The once dry alley was now adorned with a shimmering puddle, the bright yellow of my urine contrasting starkly with the darkened wet patches that radiated outward. The strong scent of my piss lingered in the air, a potent reminder of the act I'd just committed. As I walked away I noticed what seemed to me to be a dry urine stain on the wall of the bungalow. They must get this a lot, I thought...

Your ability to paint pictures with words is a real gift. 

[Remi 946]

Awesome story!

On 8/20/2023 at 4:23 PM, sd91 said:

As I stood and looked at the aftermath of my little escapade, I couldn’t help but marvel at the scene. The once dry alley was now adorned with a shimmering puddle, the bright yellow of my urine contrasting starkly with the darkened wet patches that radiated outward. The strong scent of my piss lingered in the air, a potent reminder of the act I'd just committed. As I walked away I noticed what seemed to me to be a dry urine stain on the wall of the bungalow. They must get this a lot, I thought...

Especially this part could be from a book or a novel. Describing the aftermath of a public pee in such a strong colorful way. I don't know if writing is your profession already but it surely is a huge talent of yours!

[pwpj 457]

sd91, just stopping by to say thanks again for such a well worded and vivid picture you've painted!

[SJ166 19]

Amazing stories, I can only dream of catching you in the act one day

[sd91 869]

Not long before Christmas I had a quite naughty wee that almost got me caught! I shared this one with someone on this forum and now share it with you all!

Fresh from the gym, I was heading back to work. Endorphins coursing through my veins, I was suddenly hit with an overwhelming need to pee. Dressed in my gym gear – tight, stretchy leggings and a lightweight tank top with a track jacket to keep me warm – I was acutely aware of every step I took towards the office, each one intensifying the pressure in my bladder.

I had went to a gym class and felt a slight need to wee pretty much before the class started, but focusing on the workout and the adrenaline just meant it left my mind. I then left without going by accident because I genuinely forgot to! I could've waited until I got to the office but where's the fun in that? Also why wait in discomfort?

Desperation and the thrill led me to an alleyway just off a side street, a very narrow one large enough for one person. Knowing relief was close I barely had time to find a somewhat hidden spot before I knew I had to squat. I hurriedly pulled down my leggings and underwear, squatting against the cold wall. The urgency was so great that the moment I started to squat, a torrent of urine burst forth. It gushed out powerfully, a bright, clear yet yellow tinged stream that cascaded onto the concrete below with a loud splashing noise.

Looking down, the sight was raw and unfiltered – my exposed vagina, with my labia slightly parted as they allow out. torrent of wee with a whistle-like hiss. The relief was immediate, a heavy sigh escaping the lips of my mouth as the pressure began to decrease.

The urine splashed onto the ground, creating a growing puddle that reflected the dim light of the alley. I could feel some splash-back, droplets of my own urine lightly misting my bare thighs and the fabric around my calves began to feel ever so slightly damp. The smell was strong, that unmistakable scent of fresh urine, marking this secluded spot as my territory, my urban toilet.

The urine pooled at my feet, a steaming puddle forming on the cold concrete. The heat from the puddle rose in steam, which felt as if it was rising up to my vulva as if a brief respite from the cold.

Midway through, I heard footsteps approaching. My heart raced – the thrill of possibly being caught always heightens the experience. A woman walked past the entrance of the alley, but thankfully, she didn’t glance inside. I think she had AirPods in too, which avoided her hearing the loud sound of me pissing. Even so, the near miss made me anxious. I tried to hurry, squeezing to expel the urine faster. The stream became more forceful, spraying out with less control. It splattered wider, some droplets even reaching the wall I was facing.

In a final push, my bladder released a few strong, gushing squirts, emptying out what was left. I could feel each squirt as a separate release, a more intense sensation each time. Finally, the last of my urine was dripping from my soaked labia, the relief complete and my heart still racing from the near discovery.

Without having my tissues ready in my hand and not wanting to get caught, I opted to shake off the remaining droplets and let the air dry me as much as it could. Pulling up my leggings and adjusting my top, I glanced back at the aftermath. The puddle was substantial, a testament to my desperation, with small rivulets branching out and touching both walls, carrying the scent of my urine through the alley.

I stepped out of the alley, back onto the sidewalk, feeling a mix of exhilaration and relief. The sense of urgency that had dominated my thoughts just minutes before was now replaced by a quiet satisfaction and the thrill of what I had just done.

[Remi 946]

On 1/15/2024 at 1:29 PM, sd91 said:

The smell was strong, that unmistakable scent of fresh urine, marking this secluded spot as my territory, my urban toilet.

The puddle was substantial, a testament to my desperation, with small rivulets branching out and touching both walls, carrying the scent of my urine through the alley.

I just have to say, the way you describe it in such a manner and detail makes this quite an exhilarating read. All senses covered, see, hear, smell, feel. Fantastic way to enhance an already hot experience. If i could write like this.

Thank you for this piece of literary excitement!