History of public urination

[sd91 886]

So when we were hiking there was a lack of toilets as we were in the woods and the hills for the most part. Me and Emilia (who i talked about before) are very outdoorsy, so when we had to go, we just said to the others and went off by ourselves. Same with the camp too as we were a literal 5 minute walk away so its a lot of hassle just for a wee, and with everyone on the wine there was plenty of weeing.

Now the other two girls seemed to wait until there was a bathroom available. This was every few hours as we would end up in a village or just at a shop. However, there was one point during the hike where we decided to sit down and take a break as we were going at it for a while. We were sat down having a drink of water inside the edge of a forest sat on a fallen tree, then Lucy said "I'm going to go and take some photos while I can!" and got her phone out walking back into the woods, which followed down a slope.

After about 15 seconds, I was thinking that there may be more to this, as we hadn't been around a proper bathroom in almost a few hours. "I'm gonna go for a wee" I announced and went down into the forest.

I wouldn't have gone as deep if Lucy hadn't gone this way, as I've been just pissing behind the nearest tree most of the day as long as I wasn't on the path, as families were going past on the paths.

She may have took some pictures but when i got out of site of where we were sat, about 40 metres away, there was Lucy, looking a bit shocked to see me as I walked through the woods. She was squatted over a steep slope, facing into the slope and holding on to the top of the verge, leggings around her knees and mid-wee.

"Oh hey!" She said to me, her stream dying off a little bit. I couldn't see her pussy as her leggings covered it.

"Sorry don't mind me I've come to do the same hun."

With that I walked over to the slope but a few metres from her and faced away from it instead, pulling my yoga pants and panties down in one move and squatting 

"Do you want a tissue?" I fiddle with my pocket as I look down at my vagina and I begin weeing.

"Ah great thanks!" I hear her stream had stopped but once mine started I heard her splashing for a few seconds and as I went to give her one, caught a glimpse of her pussy. She's a curvy blonde but not big, and her pussy was trimmed short. She must have been holding as her piss was quite yellow as it flowed out of her vagina and onto the dirt and fallen leaves. 

Once she was finished she leaned over and grabbed a tissue from my hand and wiped thighs and pussy.

"I always try and wee away from something like this slope, it's cleaner that way." I say as my own stream sprays away, going quite far forward for me and watching it flow downhill rather than form a puddle.

"It's classic me to not need the toilet when it's there, haven't done this since my D of E." Lucy says as she drops the tissue and pulls up her leggings and purple knickers, at least looking more comfortable than she did when I first caught her, in more ways than one! With that she left me to it.

[F.W 5,734]

This is a tale of slight embarrassment.

I have a female friend who is as good a "mate" as any bloke you could meet,ive known her years,but "its not like that",ok.We are "just good friends".Ive known her when we all been out and i know she got off with a guy now and then,and i was happy with that,even had a laugh about it.

Anyway,this was a few years ago,we had been on a works xmas do,plenty of drinking etc.As we live near each other we decided to do the short 15 minute walk home.I was fine,but as we got near her house,she said give me a xmas kiss,which i was happy to do,we were both drunk etc,and it was fine.I did get a little "sprung" of course,but it never crossed my mind to want to shag my friend...but anyway,after that she said,"if i go behind this skip will you keep look out for me?"

I knew what she meant,and of course i said i would.So just at the rear of some shops,were some recycling bins.She went behind and i tried to keep a little distance.However,she couldnt hide her hissy splashing,then with a final squirt,she calls out"you got any tissue?".....I did as it happened,but i said "no".I didnt want to see my friend with no knickers on.So i guess she just made do without a wipe,and finished.We were going home in 5 minutes anyway..

"Ok" she said,"Im done now"...BUT i did have a pretty hard boner,guys will know,when you start seeping fluid a little,really hard,my trousers must have looked like i had a rowing boat in there or something because when she rejoined me,she said "whats up with you here?""You not got stiffy with me having a wee?"Then we just started to laugh,"OMG you pervert" she laughed..So anyway,we soon got her to hers,and she said "id ask you in but i dont think im safe!"...at that i said "yeah,yeah,if you were a man,youd be the same"...

So i left my saucy pal,but i DID walk home,with a slight detour to where she had been,and just had a little peek at her puddle she left not 10 mins ago.

To have good female pals can be very interesting...

[sd91 886]

A Parkrun piss...

This is a story I mentioned before. Back before the virus I used to go to Parkrun quite often, so these can have quite a lot of people at them sometimes. There are marshals at them and usually signs to a nearby public toilet, but they don't put any on special usually. I've been to a few different ones and once the one set of public toilets were out of use, so before the race had even started I had decided I will find a place to wee but there were marshals at the start so I'd have to search. I remember there was a storage building in the park surrounded by some trees and bushes, whereas the trees dotted around the rest of the park didn't provide much cover. I decided that's where I'm going to go and head around the corner to go to it before the race starts. As I'm jogging up to it theres already a guy pissing up a tree and two women heading around the other side so I start to follow them and feel a bit excited!

As I get over behind the building the peeing guy is a few metres away and I can see his stream between his legs splashing the tree and flowing down and the two women look around to me and make eye contact so a little nervous I said something similar to...

"Sorry I really need a wee is it okay if I just go here, the toilet is closed!"

"Oh, yeah, we came to find a place as well!" one of them says with quite a posh accent. She was a middle aged woman, lightened hair, green eyes in a bright running jacket, and trousers, similarly dressed to the younger woman next to her. This woman was very babyfaced and had long black hair tied back and blue eyes. The guy starts to finish up and begins adjust his shorts as this middle aged woman starts to look at the sides of the building and then backs up against one of the trees. I said thank you to her and she starts to get into a squat she says something about it being stupid to put a run on without the proper facilities, and gets into a 90 angle which is covering her pussy. The guy pretty much leaves at this time without making eye contact.

I start to get ready and squat against the wall from the building, sliding down my black jeggings and underwear in one, I was wearing a boxer type panty this time. At this point the younger woman backs away a bit but then starts to slide down her black jeggings and squat down. I remember that I looked over at the older woman as I heard the telltale sound and she had begun weeing over the dry dirt and her puddle was flowing over the tree roots . Myself and the younger woman were squatted down over some paving slabs behind the wall. I was next as I looked down at my vagina and after a second release a watery yellow stream of urine which jets forward past my sneakers and splatters over the slab, the puddle eventually starts dribbling off and into the dirt.

I keep looking around and the older woman's stream starts to die down just as mine starts to slightly, but I notice I cant see or hear anything from the younger woman go my left. Eventually I start to finish and I remember I heard a squirt of high pressure pissing for a second and look to the younger woman, nothing. But the older one was just resuming again briefly, seemingly just making sure she is properly empty! She then starts to fiddle around to get a little pack of tissues out of her jacket pocket and I start to do the same.

Just as I'm wiping my pussy it happens, I hear a quick squirt from the younger woman and then quickly after a full flow of piss emanating from her legs. She was in a deep squat like me and it starts splashing out close to her. Just as myself and the older woman are pulling back up, wet tissues dropped into our puddles of wee, the younger woman says something that surprised me.

"Mum do you have a tissue?"

The older woman fiddles again and gets one out just as I think about giving one out myself. Instead I stand up accidentally stepping in my puddle and looking over I don't see her pussy but catch a glimpse of the forced stream splashing all over the slab. Maybe she was pee shy compared to her mother but she had to go! I mutter good luck and leave on the right, rather than going past the daughter and go to rejoin the race, relieved but getting wet again so soon as I often do after weeing in public and seeing 3 other runners weeing up close.

At the next weeks race I saw the daughter again getting out of her car but her mother wasn't with her this time. I say hi and how is she - and we have a conversation for a few minutes. Herself and her mum are very keen runners, I explained I do triathlon and she explained her mum was just visiting and the daughter was a student nurse at a nearby university.

My bladder VERY full as and also feeling a bit naughty I mention that the toilet is still out. She laughs a little and says "yeah, about that, do you have a tissue on you I can use?" "Yeah course!" and I gladly get one out of the pack and give it to her. "Aw thanks! Look, before it gets busier can you stand over there and keep watch while I have a quick piss?" She points to the corner of the car park where her car is, and the bushes behind it. I said "Sure, as long as you can do the same for me."

With that I follow her over to her car, and she points to the side of the car closest to the corner and sides. The area is an open car park surrounded by a layer of bushes and some trees apart from the entrance.She then pushes through between two bushes and mostly disappears, so I can barely see an outline move downwards side on. I keep looking around as I promised - no marshal in sight and nobody very close who would be able to even see anything. After a few seconds I hear the sound of splattering and faintly a whistling as she begins urinating. Nobody would've known at all apart from me who could see parts of a squatting female and hear the sound of her pissing. She finishes after about a 10 second piss. Then she wipes stands up and comes out, says thanks to me and I go through the same way after giving a quick look around.The bushes aren't too deep and going through leads downhill. Already excited I just look over at the discarded tissue and damp dirt beneath it my new friend used as her toilet. I want the same spot! I faced the car park and slide everything down at once and almost instantly begin weeing before I even lay my hand over my ginger landing strip. After the week before and the broken toilets I decided to take my morning pee at the run, which involved holding for over an hour from the moment I woke up... My yellow stream sprayed forward and I took aim, pressing my fingers downwards on my landing strip so I was pissing over her tissue. I let out a small sigh and continue my morning relief. Feeling so relaxed and probably not concentrating the nurse said something like "you might want to hurry up as the parking is filling up." I think I squirted a bit harder and after a pretty long piss my stream dwindles. I looked down the whole time, watching my piss soak the nurses tissue and break it apart, and the dirt struggle to absorb my strong smelling urine. I quickly wipe and drop in the same spot, taking a last look at the expanded puddle we shared and emerge from the bushes. A man was looking over at the time but he was a good distance and a car parked up a few spaces near the nurses car. 

"Much better" I said to her.

We have a bit more of a chat about other trails to run and other Parkruns but she brought up the topic of toilets again for a short while. She said she prefers not to do it but as long as its private she would prefer to 'cop a squat' than feel desperate all the time with her 'small bladder' or worse. I mention that I prefer it sometimes as public toilets are a mess and if men are pissing on everything, why can't a woman. She mentioned her classmates are divided on the issue after a few drinks in the town but that she couldn't do it on a street. I giggle and say I've been known to be caught short after a few drinks.

We exchanged social media details but we never really met up after that and they ended up fixing the toilets. I saw her at that local race from time to time though but nothing for this website...

 

[Ms. Tito 2,396]

On 8/28/2019 at 12:54 PM, glad1 said:

@sd91 Aren't hiking and camping trips the best? When you're in the middle of nowhere without facilities, peeing outdoors becomes perfectly acceptable. Even women with the highest standards of propriety have to go sometimes and it makes little sense to strike off somewhere for several minutes just so no one sees you when relief is but seconds away. 

I'll be interested to hear whether that shy girl gets over awkwardness. I usually found that the more time I spent on the trail with someone, the less inhibited they got. After two or three hikes, she'd often not bother taking more than a couple steps away, if that.

I literally fill my bladder and intentionally try to make it so I have to pee outside on hikes.

[Ms. Tito 2,396]

On 8/28/2019 at 11:00 AM, sd91 said:

Over the weekend I was doing a hiking trip with some friends and we were put in the middle if nowhere all day and over one night too. This means one thing... women weeing in bushes and watering the wilderness. There were 4 of us in total, and all girls.

This is a photo of me during the afternoon weeing into the stream. It's a bit shaky because I didn't want my friends looking over and realising I was photographing myself pissing. This way it just looked like I was scrolling through Facebook while relieving myself...

I was wearing a loose short summer dress as we were just relaxing by the tents. There were toilets at a camping site about 5 minutes walk away but me and one of the other girls just squatted nearby each time.

I'll tell you the story in a couple of days of how one of the two shy girls got caught pissing by me. She said she wanted to go and take photos whilst we took a short break from hiking but I suspected otherwise. She was about 50 metres away and I found her, leggings around her knees, weeing over the forest floor.

Yes I was going commando 😉 but only when we weren't hiking, then I changed into my yoga pants and put knickers on!

I wish I could have joined you and been as one of the girls, but alas, I have a penis.

[speedy3471 10,655]

On 11/4/2020 at 10:42 PM, Ms. Tito said:

I wish I could have joined you and been as one of the girls, but alas, I have a penis.

Well iam hoping that's not a deal breaker for them. If I was in their shoes it wouldn't be a deal breaker for me

[oliver2 4,418]

15 minutes ago, speedy3471 said:

Well iam hoping that's not a deal breaker for them. If I was in their shoes it wouldn't be a deal breaker for me

@Ms. Tito isn’t going to piss into your shoes unless you ask nicely

[speedy3471 10,655]

8 minutes ago, oliver2 said:

@Ms. Tito isn’t going to piss into your shoes unless you ask nicely

Well I will be sure to ask very nicely lol

[JesseP 1,277]

@sd91 Great stories, somehow I managed to miss the early ones so had some nice reading.

I went to a half marathon a couple of years ago to support a friend. There were loads of guys peeing into the grass but sadly I didn't manage to spot any women.

[sd91 886]

https://voca.ro/1o6yBbVkUl41 - Audio only for this site but hope you enjoy!

Late on a night out last week I was bursting for a wee, so I wanted to find a place to go before getting on the bus. In my drunk and naughty mood, I decided to have another garden wee. Walking through a neighbourhood I noticed a brick wall with no gate next to a small block of flats and came to a stop, having a quick look inside and around the outside, I walked in. There was nobody on the streets, only a few cars going past, and the lights were off in all the rooms in the flats. It was like a big set of houses that had been converted, and I could see there were lights on in other rooms but none facing the garden.

Covered from the street, I looked around for where I was going to relieve myself. From the low lighting something caught my eye. There was a small wet patch in a flowerbed next to some hedges and a tissue in the middle! Immediately, I was more turned on and picked up the tissue to find it cold and wet and the distinct smell of urine. Instinctively, I put it in my black leather jacket pocket, and got my phone out to start recording. I quickly pulled down my thick black tights and pink thong whilst assuming the position, the cold winters air across my vagina. Almost immediately after getting into my deep squat, I opened up and out shot a stream right onto the dead leaves on the ground, followed by the steam rising from my wee as it splashed onto the ground. With one hand on my phone and aiming at my vagina and the ground, I then put my other hand just above my hood, and using my two fingers, I took aim and contributed to the existing 'puddle'. With a nights worth of champagne pouring out of me I took aim at some plants and sprayed them with my wee, watching it drip off the still green leaves whilst steaming up. My fun soon came to and end, possibly because of nerves and I sat there squatted down, relieved. I then pulled out a fresh tissue to wipe with and dropped it on top of the steamy puddle on the soil before pulling up and walking away at the same time. Once back on the other the wall, I did a quick readjustment to shift my tights as a car came by, and then walked off towards the bus stop.

[DoctorDoctor 1,391]

That sounded like an intense stream.

[Carb0nBased 647]

12 hours ago, sd91 said:

https://voca.ro/1o6yBbVkUl41 - Audio only for this site but hope you enjoy!

Late on a night out last week I was bursting for a wee, so I wanted to find a place to go before getting on the bus. In my drunk and naughty mood, I decided to have another garden wee. Walking through a neighbourhood I noticed a brick wall with no gate next to a small block of flats and came to a stop, having a quick look inside and around the outside, I walked in. There was nobody on the streets, only a few cars going past, and the lights were off in all the rooms in the flats. It was like a big set of houses that had been converted, and I could see there were lights on in other rooms but none facing the garden.

Covered from the street, I looked around for where I was going to relieve myself. From the low lighting something caught my eye. There was a small wet patch in a flowerbed next to some hedges and a tissue in the middle! Immediately, I was more turned on and picked up the tissue to find it cold and wet and the distinct smell of urine. Instinctively, I put it in my black leather jacket pocket, and got my phone out to start recording. I quickly pulled down my thick black tights and pink thong whilst assuming the position, the cold winters air across my vagina. Almost immediately after getting into my deep squat, I opened up and out shot a stream right onto the dead leaves on the ground, followed by the steam rising from my wee as it splashed onto the ground. With one hand on my phone and aiming at my vagina and the ground, I then put my other hand just above my hood, and using my two fingers, I took aim and contributed to the existing 'puddle'. With a nights worth of champagne pouring out of me I took aim at some plants and sprayed them with my wee, watching it drip off the still green leaves whilst steaming up. My fun soon came to and end, possibly because of nerves and I sat there squatted down, relieved. I then pulled out a fresh tissue to wipe with and dropped it on top of the steamy puddle on the soil before pulling up and walking away at the same time. Once back on the other the wall, I did a quick readjustment to shift my tights as a car came by, and then walked off towards the bus stop.

That stream sounded nice and hissy, and I also liked the little relieved sigh at 0:25. It must have been a good pee.

You seem to have lots of interesting pee experiences when going out!

[gldenwetgoose 21,487]

23 hours ago, sd91 said:

https://voca.ro/1o6yBbVkUl41 - Audio only for this site but hope you enjoy!

Late on a night out last week I was bursting for a wee, so I wanted to find a place to go before getting on the bus. In my drunk and naughty mood, I decided to have another garden wee.

I'm so glad you did and even more glad you chose to share it...   everything about it paints the perfect picture, just like we were there to share the moment with you. Maybe that's one bit of fantasy too far, but you know what I mean.

[camper1989 198]

On 8/28/2019 at 6:54 PM, glad1 said:

@sd91 Aren't hiking and camping trips the best? When you're in the middle of nowhere without facilities, peeing outdoors becomes perfectly acceptable. Even women with the highest standards of propriety have to go sometimes and it makes little sense to strike off somewhere for several minutes just so no one sees you when relief is but seconds away. 

I'll be interested to hear whether that shy girl gets over awkwardness. I usually found that the more time I spent on the trail with someone, the less inhibited they got. After two or three hikes, she'd often not bother taking more than a couple steps away, if that.

Sure, campingtrips are the best, especially unlit campsites with the toilets a bit far away....Alsmost every woman will pee in the woods then!

[sd91 886]

Here's a post I shared in chat back in summer when I went to a pretty wild street festival. There were different venues, music performers in the streets, almost like a carnival vibe.

I was at this festival, it was getting quite late but still bright and sunny and just out in the middle of the street, where everyone was listening to a DJ, and dancing etc, two women, one short and curvy white woman with shoulder length brown hair, followed by a taller, slim brown woman with long mahogany hair running down her back rushed in front of two large trash bins and just started to squat down, about two metres from me.

I was incredibly excited and decided I had to act fast so I just looked at them and said 'I think you have the right idea, hope you don't mind another' and backed myself against the bin and started unfastening my white jeans. As I was getting into position the short one furthest away said in a Northern(?) Irish accent "Ah of course, you know, who cares now everyone is wasted now and the toilets (they were portaloos by the way) are a fucking mess" and she began peeing. One thing I noticed was her clear pee stream hitting the nearby curb before dying down. As I started my own stream the woman closest to me looked over and flashed me a smile which I did back and then she began peeing which I caught a nice glimpse of her brown, very small lipped pussy with a beam of yellow tinged pee flowing out of it. She then turned to face her friend, the one who had spoken to me so I look away and back down at my own very short trimmed ginger pussy gushing out a clear stream over the floor.

I don't really know what was they were talking about because the music was so loud, which also meant I couldn't hear the hissing and splashing of three women relieving themselves over the road. I open my handbag and fetch out a pack of pocket tissues and open it up. Once their conversation pauses, I say.

"Need a tissue girls?" offering them the pack.

"You legend, thank you" says the one furthest from me.

"Aww thank you" says the one closest to me in a posh English accent and pulls out two tissues, handing one to her friend.

This was such a public space, even for me, and the two girls I had actually came with today just looked at me slightly surprised but slightly not and then focussed back on the music. While we were all peeing I couldn't help but notice members of the crowd glance over and then look away, before a guy walked past and cheered with a big whoop and went past carrying on with his evening.

The one who started first furthest from me finished first and I do shortly after, leaving our friend in the middle still in full flow whilst we are wiping ourselves. Just as I finish wiping and drop my tissue into the converged and expanding puddle of three women's piss, the one still going says something to both of us.

"Honestly I've been holding this for so long after how traumatic the inside of the last portaloo was. I honestly though I'd be able to wait until we left and find a proper toilet on the way home."

"Not a chance!" I say as I lean forward and pull up my knickers and jeans together and stand up looking down at her as she still pees. By this point her friend was back up too and listening to me respond "I had been using them tonight but I've always waited until I had to use them and the queues were down. Maybe I won't bother next time..."

We all laugh and finally she had finished peeing, wipes herself, and drops the tissue before pulling her knickers up and flattening out her dress.

"Maybe see you behind the portaloos later then." Said the Northern Irish one with a smirk.

I didn't see them again in the end, and I didn't pee anywhere quite so brazenly the rest of the night, but I did avoid using the portaloos. The first time I needed to go again my friends were queuing for the toilets in one of the bars and before going to order drinks, I went to the side of the bar, past the metal fence that had been set up and already untied and moved out of the way, placed it back over and relieved myself in the alley between the two buildings. A nice private wee next to the fire exit among the existing puddles and stained walls. Of course I wiped and dropped then after I went back in and acted like I hadn't just urinated on their floor, my friends were still nowhere to be seen for another 5 minutes or so whilst I got the drinks in.

The last one was on the way home. Walking to the opposite side of town to catch the last train, and remembering the insane queues at the station before, I decided I was best off having an al fresco wee. About half way through the walk I spotted a place that would work. A poorly lit walkway to the carpark for a block of flats.

"Sorry, I need a wee, I'll catch up" I said to my friends, and I think they just responded with a chuckle as I jogged over to the driveway. The car park and the driveway was well lit so I stayed near the door where the bin was, looked up to the flats to see if I could be seen, before quickly whipping down my jeans, squatting and beginning urinating in quick succession. It was dark but public so I remember rushing to empty my bladder making quite a noisy pee as it pooled around the door to the car park. Quick wipe and drop before rushing my clothes back on and jogging to catch up with my friends. 

[pwpj 462]

Absolutely lovely story - thank you very much for posting it!

[sd91 886]

When it snowed in December, I decided I simply had to piss on it.

In the morning, I woke up and deliberately didn't go and pee. I was already pretty desperate so I got washed and dressed quickly within about 15 minutes putting on a  thick grey jumper and light blue jeans, with a light pink trainers and coat. Off I get into the car. I drove towards the office in a neighbouring town, where I had a spot in my head at a closed down DIY store. On the way in there's an area I drive through in my own town, with a bunch of apartments and a station on one side and houses and bungalows on the other. There's a spot where the railway bridge and the walI of the bungalow form an alleyway. I've always been curious about this spot because I remember seeing a guy run off into a recess in the wall of the bungalow and it seemed obvious what was going to happen but even when I walked past I couldn't really see anything. I start to think I might be able to have an even naughtier wee here! I park up at the small lot on the right and walk towards the spot. Theres a pavement for people to walk alongside the road and under the bridge but luckily it's a bit quieter this morning. So far, the snow in the alleyway has been barely touched.

I go over to the recessed area, and the snow is untouched! This recess is essentially a diagonal line where the bungalow narrows. On the other end of the alley is the front of another bungalow, and the blinds seem to be drawn. I'm desperate for a wee, especially now I'm in the cold, so I'm just going to do it. I back against the wall and I can't see the walkway or the main road. Perfect! I unbutton my jeans and slide them down along with my black knickers and drop into a squat. I feel the cold air over my pussy, the very short ginger hairs around it, not doing much to keep it warm. There squatted over the street pavement I try to wee. Despite being desperate I feel like I might have chosen quite an open place and can't start. I look left to right over at the other bungalow and the walkway. I look at that the window I've chosen to squat a metre from. It's now or never and I force out a yellow morning pee with a strong hiss as the urine leaves my labia and splashes down onto the snow in front of me. Steam firstly comes off the snow before I notice my stream also has steam coming off it in mid air due to the difference in temperature! Although the snow must have been nearly 6 inches thick, I piss my way through it with a small hole after a few seconds with an unusually high pressure stream. I have a quick look around before then playing with my stream by making a 'pee V' with my fingers. Basically an upside down v shape with two fingers, and placing them each side of your vagina. I pull back and forth for a couple of seconds before going left or right. I might have mistimed this as my stream started to die down, or it might have just been a mistake as I ended up weeing on my fingers spraying my stream left and right. I lift up my hand and shake it a little whilst I let my stream dwindle. I let out one final squirt which sprays an inch or so further than where my stream originally was going. The result of this was that there was a small but slightly expanding hole all the way through to the pavement with a yellow rim, with yellow droplets spattered all around it. You could also see a build up of my piss permeating through from the bottom of the hole and to the rest of the area, making the whole area a lighter yellow. Given what had happened to my fingers already, and having had a very naughty pee, I wipe my pussy with my hand quickly sliding it upwards, shaking it off again and pulling up my jeans and knickers. I walk off quickly, not having had a chance to record myself or take any pictures because I was in quite a public area. I get back into my car, sanitise my hands, and drive to work.

When I go to an actual toilet later on, I can't help but play with myself over the thought of making that yellow snow, and pissing publicly next to that bungalow.

[DoctorDoctor 1,391]

2 hours ago, sd91 said:

When it snowed in December, I decided I simply had to piss on it.

I go over to the recessed area, and the snow is untouched! This recess is essentially a diagonal line where the bungalow narrows. On the other end of the alley is the front of another bungalow, and the blinds seem to be drawn. I'm desperate for a wee, especially now I'm in the cold, so I'm just going to do it. I back against the wall and I can't see the walkway or the main road. Perfect! I unbutton my jeans and slide them down along with my black knickers and drop into a squat. I feel the cold air over my pussy, the very short ginger hairs around it, not doing much to keep it warm. There squatted over the street pavement I try to wee. Despite being desperate I feel like I might have chosen quite an open place and can't start. I look left to right over at the other bungalow and the walkway. I look at that the window I've chosen to squat a metre from. It's now or never and I force out a yellow morning pee with a strong hiss as the urine leaves my labia and splashes down onto the snow in front of me. Steam firstly comes off the snow before I notice my stream also has steam coming off it in mid air due to the difference in temperature! Although the snow must have been nearly 6 inches thick, I piss my way through it with a small hole after a few seconds with an unusually high pressure stream. I have a quick look around before then playing with my stream by making a 'pee V' with my fingers. Basically an upside down v shape with two fingers, and placing them each side of your vagina. I pull back and forth for a couple of seconds before going left or right. I might have mistimed this as my stream started to die down, or it might have just been a mistake as I ended up weeing on my fingers spraying my stream left and right. I lift up my hand and shake it a little whilst I let my stream dwindle. I let out one final squirt which sprays an inch or so further than where my stream originally was going. The result of this was that there was a small but slightly expanding hole all the way through to the pavement with a yellow rim, with yellow droplets spattered all around it. You could also see a build up of my piss permeating through from the bottom of the hole and to the rest of the area, making the whole area a lighter yellow. 

Thanks for posting such an erotic and descriptive experience!  Now, if you would excuse me for a moment, something came up that I need to take care of.

[sd91 886]

Just this morning on the drive to work for a meeting I drove past a nearby retail park with lots of different stores whilst I was pretty desperate for a wee having done a morning workout after just waking up. I was wearing a navy blue blazer and skirt combination  with a white blouse and black tights and black flat shoes. I was now looking for somewhere I could have my second wee of the day. My first being my morning one which was boringly in the toilet.

One of the larger stores was an old DIY store that had been closed permanently for a few months now and was an isolated building by itself. I pulled in and parked in the area. Because nobody is going to go to a closed store, I simply walked behind it, ignoring everyone else going about their business in the other stores. Nobody needs to know why a professional looking woman is going behind the closed store!  When I got behind the store I found an alcove with a door in it. The whole area is surrounded by trees and fence covering it from the main road. The door had a short  2 or 3 metres of ramp going upwards toward the door. I went into the doorway, back against the door, put my hand beneath my navy blue skirt and pulled my tights and black knickers down together as I get into a squatting position at the same time. Looking down at my ginger landing strip and otherwise shaved vagina, I let loose a pretty forceful mildly yellow stream of wee over the ground as it fires past my shoes and onto the concrete. Unleashing the pent up water and coffee from my morning workout. I watch my puddle flow down the ramp and start to build up on the concrete slab outside of the doorway. I can hear in the background the birds chirping in the bushes, and part of a muffled conversation as someone walks past the front of the store, meanwhile I'm letting out a hissing stream of pee splashing over the concrete. After about 15 seconds, I slow to a dribble and pick a tissue out of my blazer pocket. I finish weeing shortly after and wipe my vagina, dropping my tissue into the top of my puddle, admiring my work flowing down the alcove as I pull my tights and knickers back up. The catch to my chosen pee spot is it was unavoidable stepping in my flowing puddle to get out. I fix up my skirt at the entrance before walking back towards the front of the shop and avoiding eye contact with any passers by. Thinking about it, I imagine if someone was paying attention to me entering and leaving, they would guess I had gone for a piss.

[Alfresco 11,630]

Sounds like you found a perfect spot!  Loved the details and also great to hear of a smartly dressed professional being willing to use the outdoor facilities.

[Havelock 1,526]

@sd91 thanks for the detailed account including situation, outfit, stream, puddle and tissue.  I love that you found an interesting place for your pee and dropped the tissue at your convenience. 

[sd91 886]

As I've said before I wee outside quite often, normally 2-3 times a week. Recently, I have been caught twice though! Here's the first of those experiences...

The charm of the stalls, the bustling crowd, and my sun-kissed auburn hair dancing in the soft summer breeze made me feel alive. Wearing my favourite navy-blue sundress, cinched at the waist, sipping my chai latte, a creeping urgency began to make itself known. The glass of wine with brunch earlier and what I was now following it up with was putting quite a bit of strain on my bladder. 20 minutes after that chai, I needed to relieve myself.

Feeling mischievous, the idea of using the facilities of a nearby café seemed too dull and the market itself had no public toilets. The thrilling thought of weeing outside around a busy market piqued my interest. walked down a quieter side street I'm familiar with and I spotted an alleyway leading to the rear door of a Tesco Express nearby. This could be my secret spot, I thought.

I ventured into the alley, ensuring no one was around. Placing my tote bag down, I hitched up my dress with one hand, and pulled down my white lace knickers with the other. Hidden from the main street's prying eyes, I positioned myself near the back entrance of the store. As I squatted, I took a moment to appreciate the sensation of the cool air breeze over my labia. I took a deep breath, ready to release. The pressure was so intense that there was barely a moment between hiking up my dress and the sound of my urine forcefully gushing out.

My wee began, hissing audibly as it left my vagina, before splattering against the concrete below and flecks landing on my feet exposed by my sandals. The sunlight revealed its mild amber hue. I could smell an acidy, slightly sweet urine scent, perhaps the unusual combination of chardonnay and chai that was now being sprayed over the pavement.

Lost in the experience, I was jolted back to reality when I heard the sudden opening of the rear door. A young female employee, who can't have been more than like 20 with a black pixie cut and wearing the Tesco uniform, appeared, her eyes widening in surprise at seeing me weeing outside her work, in broad daylight. Before I could react, I found myself locking eyes with a woman, her gaze as wide as mine. The loud hissing of my urine seemed to intensify, filling the silence between us.

"Oh! I'm so sorry," I stammered, trying to halt my stream, but it took a second or two to stop, all the while this woman was clearly able to see my vagina and the urine spraying out of it over her place of work. The young woman blinked, then gave a reassuring smile and looking down, away from me. "It's okay, really. It happens to all of us." She chuckled while pulling out a lighter for her cigarette.

 "So normally we do let some customers use our staff toilets if they really need to. Failing that maybe find somewhere that isn't right by our work door."

Feeling very flushed in the face, I apologise again "I'm really sorry again I don't normally do this! However, also feeling emboldened I ask "It hurts from stopping mid way...do you mind if I finish weeing?"

She raised an eyebrow but then chuckled. "Go on then. Damage is done really!"

"Oh no, don't say that!" I responded.

Still squatting, I tried to relax but found it challenging with an audience. Squeezing hard to hasten the process, I jetted out a forceful urine stream, sighing as the relief came and the pain I felt had melted away. It wasn't very dignified, the loud, gushing, splashing sound echoed in the confined space as I emptied myself as quickly as possible, leading to splashes on my feet and sandals, as well as a drip down my inner thigh. The woman leaned against the wall, puffing away on her cigarette, seemingly lost in her own world. Eventually my wee came to a stop, the last couple of drops dripping from my labia and into the puddle.

I wiped my labia dry, the tissue soaking up the remnants. A large puddle of wee lay there, shimmering as it rolled down the slight incline of the alleyway toward the street. I didn't want to admit I got wee on myself too, so instead of wiping that down I drop the tissue back into my tote, avoiding the woman's gaze.

The woman gave a smirk still looking away mostly. "All done?" She asked, presumably having heard the sound of me weeing stop.

"Yes, thank you," I replied, still flushed. I started pulling my knickers up whilst still squatted before standing up and  my dress falling back down over the top of my legs. "Thank you for being understanding" I said as I begun to walk away.

"You're welcome" she smirked.

 

 

 

[gldenwetgoose 21,487]

Thanks @sd91 - absolutely every single word of that was amazing and perfect.

And the nine best words...  "It's okay, really. It happens to all of us."   So much meaning hidden, so many experiences in there she didn't choose to share, but no doubt memories, events and who knows, maybe even secret fantasies stirred up.

Love it - and here's to many more shopping trips.

[Alfresco 11,630]

This is simply perfect! A fantastic situation, an understanding person catching you out and a beautifully written account with plenty of details.  I am sure you were hoping for a quiet wee without being discovered, but being caught and the interaction makes it so much hotter as an experience.

I wonder if the employee secretly enjoyed what she saw?

[sd91 886]

On 1/5/2023 at 9:17 AM, sd91 said:

When it snowed in December, I decided I simply had to piss on it.

In the morning, I woke up and deliberately didn't go and pee. I was already pretty desperate so I got washed and dressed quickly within about 15 minutes putting on a  thick grey jumper and light blue jeans, with a light pink trainers and coat. Off I get into the car. I drove towards the office in a neighbouring town, where I had a spot in my head at a closed down DIY store. On the way in there's an area I drive through in my own town, with a bunch of apartments and a station on one side and houses and bungalows on the other. There's a spot where the railway bridge and the walI of the bungalow form an alleyway. I've always been curious about this spot because I remember seeing a guy run off into a recess in the wall of the bungalow and it seemed obvious what was going to happen but even when I walked past I couldn't really see anything. I start to think I might be able to have an even naughtier wee here! I park up at the small lot on the right and walk towards the spot. Theres a pavement for people to walk alongside the road and under the bridge but luckily it's a bit quieter this morning. So far, the snow in the alleyway has been barely touched.

I go over to the recessed area, and the snow is untouched! This recess is essentially a diagonal line where the bungalow narrows. On the other end of the alley is the front of another bungalow, and the blinds seem to be drawn. I'm desperate for a wee, especially now I'm in the cold, so I'm just going to do it. I back against the wall and I can't see the walkway or the main road. Perfect! I unbutton my jeans and slide them down along with my black knickers and drop into a squat. I feel the cold air over my pussy, the very short ginger hairs around it, not doing much to keep it warm. There squatted over the street pavement I try to wee. Despite being desperate I feel like I might have chosen quite an open place and can't start. I look left to right over at the other bungalow and the walkway. I look at that the window I've chosen to squat a metre from. It's now or never and I force out a yellow morning pee with a strong hiss as the urine leaves my labia and splashes down onto the snow in front of me. Steam firstly comes off the snow before I notice my stream also has steam coming off it in mid air due to the difference in temperature! Although the snow must have been nearly 6 inches thick, I piss my way through it with a small hole after a few seconds with an unusually high pressure stream. I have a quick look around before then playing with my stream by making a 'pee V' with my fingers. Basically an upside down v shape with two fingers, and placing them each side of your vagina. I pull back and forth for a couple of seconds before going left or right. I might have mistimed this as my stream started to die down, or it might have just been a mistake as I ended up weeing on my fingers spraying my stream left and right. I lift up my hand and shake it a little whilst I let my stream dwindle. I let out one final squirt which sprays an inch or so further than where my stream originally was going. The result of this was that there was a small but slightly expanding hole all the way through to the pavement with a yellow rim, with yellow droplets spattered all around it. You could also see a build up of my piss permeating through from the bottom of the hole and to the rest of the area, making the whole area a lighter yellow. Given what had happened to my fingers already, and having had a very naughty pee, I wipe my pussy with my hand quickly sliding it upwards, shaking it off again and pulling up my jeans and knickers. I walk off quickly, not having had a chance to record myself or take any pictures because I was in quite a public area. I get back into my car, sanitise my hands, and drive to work.

When I go to an actual toilet later on, I can't help but play with myself over the thought of making that yellow snow, and pissing publicly next to that bungalow.

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...