My History of Sightings and Experiences

[TheAMan 247]

Hey everyone, 

I've been lurking this and other forums you're all familiar with going on 10 years or so now. I'm a mid 20s man from Upstate NY and I felt it was high time to delve into my memories and share some stories. I have almost 15 years of detailed sightings so I'll happily add more if you folks are interested. I've been interested in watching girls pee in public for as long as I can recall. I love when desperation transforms into girls reluctantly or willingly lowering their pants or lifting their skirts and lowering to relive themselves behind whatever cover a few trees, a back alley, behind bushes or between parked cars can provide. 

I'll start with a few earlier stories:

My high school girlfriend was a redhead, slim thick on the thicker side, with a bright smile and the slightest of chubby cheeks. We'll call her Emily. She was oddly into furry play and enjoyed wearing a furry north face vest with ears and a tail when we started sucking and fucking each other as teenagers are wont to do. The first time we had a conversation about how I was interested in girls peeing was when she related an anecdote while we were driving around town of a time when she and he best friend (of the same name) were once locked out of her friends house. Needing to pee, they retreated to the back yard and pulled down their pants leaning against the house by the hose. She told me she ended up peeing all over her legs and they laughed about it together for an hour before hosing it down. I told her I really liked the thought of that and she told me she would pee outside for me sometime. I dropped her off and raced home to enjoy that memory. 

 

I only ever actually got to see her pee outside once before the end of the relationship. We were driving around in my SUV, she was pretending to be a fox and running around my trunk. She told me she had to pee, I told her I didn't want to go home yet on such a beautiful summer day and she told me she would pee outside, just as long as I drive to some woods. I promptly raced out of town to a small park behind a cemetery with a beautiful mountain view. I parked just off the dirt road and we hopped out, walking through a small filed to the tree line. There was a large, wide oak and I commented on how nice it looked and she replied with "it's gonna look real nice in a second when I'm peeing on it!" Walking behind it she told me she wanted me to stay on the other side and just listen, because "I won't be able to pee if you're watching cause I'll be nervous and I REALLY need to go" I agreed and dutifully stayed out of sight. I heard her unbutton her tight jeans, and lower them with her panties as she propped her ass against the tree, rubbing the bark but not uncomfortably so. She breathed and a moment later I heard her stream hissing out of her and into the underbrush beneath her. My heart was racing, and 15 seconds later I was overcome with curiosity and hormones and walked round the tree to catch a glimpse. I saw her there, propped against the tree, her clear stream jetting out of her red hair tufted pussy. She yelled "Hey!" with a smile but didn't stop peeing.  She looked down as her stream trickled and began to slow into a steady few drops and finally pitter pattered to a stop out of her, onto the sticks and leaves below. I handed her a leaf to wipe with and she did, pulling her panties and jeans up together. She smiled again and asked if I liked what I saw, and I breathlessly replied that I did as I walked up to the tree, unzipping my pants. I came almost instantly upon touching my dick and rested with my hand leaning against the tree until I relaxed enough and began peeing as well, my piss dribbling down the tree and joining her damp patch in the dirt. I put myself back together and rejoined her as she went to explore the area around us, and we proceeded to walk back to my car holding hands. 

[TheAMan 247]

My first girlfriend in college was a 5', petite girl with long, very curly brown hair and an exceptionally large bosom. We'll call her Rose. We were introduced by a mutual friend and quickly fell for each other; I had recently began losing a lot of weight due to diet and exercise and had been dressing sharper. We made a very handsome couple, I have fond memories of her pulling the neck of her shirt down to reveal her stunning cleavage whenever she wanted to make love. We experimented in every way possible, facilitated greatly by her small size and wonderfully nubile body. I eventually confessed to her, completely embarrassed, that I've known since childhood that I had a fondness for witnessing girls pee, especially in places fairly public where they might be witnessed and their desperation is high. She told me that while she doesn't share the same fondness for it, she didn't mind it and would happily oblige under the right circumstances. From then on until the end of the relationship, she would Snapchat me videos and pictures whenever she used the restroom, always smiling and blowing me a kiss when her pee finished streaming into the toilet. This was excellent entertainment for almost two years and I wish I had saved some evidence of it to recall now. 

 

She lived with her parents the next state over, and we routinely would stay their during school breaks as she lived in a quiet, wooded area with trails and small towns for two lovers to explore without end. Her parents were fairly religious and were uncomfortable with the prospect of sex, so we rarely made love in the house. We instead opted for long strolls into the woods behind her residence, which is where I witnessed her pee outside for the first time. On a bright fall day, I had heeded the call of her cleavage exposed from her light airy t-shirt and we retired to stroll into the woods, unsuspecting of her parents or younger sister. At an outcropping she told me she explored during her childhood, she removed her jeans and her panties and I quickly followed suit, and we did what only was natural when surrounded by so much nature. Both finished, we stood and held each other for a moment, until she pulled away and mentioned "You know, it is important for girls to always pee after sex.." she smiled slyly and my pulse quickened, as I knew she was teasing me but actually might do what excites me most. I don't believe I said anything at all and just stood there in shock and anticipation. She took a half step backwards and lowered herself into a very high squat, a position from that point forward I would see her pee from not infrequently. She stood facing me, her hands on her hips, her thighs dripping with my cum. She met my eye and smiled with a nervous laugh and said "Sorry, it's been a while since I've done this and I'm nervous!" She then took a breath, focused her gaze between her legs, and a few drops of pee escaped her shaven pussy, stopping and starting slowly until about 30s later, when she was comfortable with the act of releasing her piss where she stood bent over, began messily spraying pee over the forest floor. She sighed with relief as I stood there, the entirety of me at full attention, my heart racing rapidly. She looked up at me as her stream slowed and began to trail down her left thigh, still peeing and laughed at how excited I was. She finally stood up, finished, her actions made obvious by the dampness in the dirt below her, and I walked up to her and wiped drops of pee from her thighs and ass with my hand and grasped her, fully intent on making love again. Which we of course did. There are few things in life as passionate and romantic as young love. 

If you're familiar with NY you're familiar with the Taconic, a winding twisting parkway with no restrooms or full service rest stops save an exit every few miles along it for desperate travellers. Having travelled it with friends and family for many years, I knew how common it was to pull into the scenic outlooks and disappear into the woods for a moment to seek relief, men and women alike. 

One early winter's day, we were headed from her parents house to mine before returning to school after a break. We had taken the Taconic before but neither of us had ever needed to stop to pee along it before, although the thought had crossed my mind. When we left that morning, she had stopped at Dunkin and gotten herself a large iced coffee with almond milk, and about halfway along our drive I noticed her fidgeting in the driver's seat. I put my hand on her thigh and asked if she was alright, and she replied with "Yeah, I just really have to pee". Obviously, this excited me tremendously as we were over an hour away from our destination and I knew of no restrooms, save for Miles and miles of snow kissed woods along the highway. I kept my excitement fairly reserved, as I didn't want to upset her as she was clearly desperate from her movements and tone of her voice. I told her that I had commonly pulled into a scenic outlook and peed just within the limits of the woods several times before, and she told me "Let's do that" and we pulled into an overlook with a beautiful view of the mountains a few miles down the road. She hopped out of the car, with me following along, her hands already at the Hem of her yoga pants when another car pulled up just as we made it to the woods and stayed there for a moment. She noticed and gave an exasperated sigh before turning and walking back to the car, clearly spooked at the prospect of being seen in such a compromising scenario. I hope it wasn't one of you folks, clearly seeing the signs of a desperate young woman and laying low in hopes of catching my young girlfriend in the act of relieving herself! 

We returned to the car and I told her I knew of another place, the entrance of a state park a few miles down the road that's blocked from the road and definitely closed from the season where she could privately and comfortably go. Having split the coffee with her, I began to feel the urge myself. Frustrated and desperate, she sped down the highway until I told her where the park approach was, turning onto it and circling the road around the gatehouse to see if it was occupied. With no one manning the post and the noise of the highway distant, she parked the car and we got out, walking through the thin snow and ice down an access road. We both stopped a few hundred feet from her car, out of sight of anyone save a few deer that startled us.  She quickly lowered her yoga pants and panties and assumed her high squat position, pulling her garments forward quickly as her pee quickly began jetting out of her and into the snow below. She quietly moaned "Oh, my god" in relief as I stood adjacent to her, cock hardened in my hand, watching her stream fall from her pussy between her legs and melt the cold snow below her, steaming up in a small melted puddle. I earnestly tried peeing myself to no avail, as I was too excited, only producing a few small spurts onto the ground below. I noticed her stream slowing to a dribble after about a minute and she sighed with a final relief as the last few drops fell into the puddle of slush now below her, finishing. She pulled her panties and yoga pants up in go without wiping and turned to me and said "Wow, I really needed that" and exclaimed, "You've barely even peed! I'm too cold out here, finish up and I'll meet you in the car" she left and quickly hastened back to the car when I noticed another car had pulled behind ours. Worried it might be the park police, I put myself away until I saw it was a sedan with a husband and wife, looking around at the trees and guard house, almost certainly stopped her for the same reason Rose and I were. Considerably sobered up by the fright of being caught, I turned back from the entrance, removed my cock again and positioned myself over her puddle, admiring the steam still coming off it in the winter as I added to it, finally getting some relief myself. Rearranging myself while walking back to the car, the husband and wife got out and darted down the road we had just left our puddle in the snow on. It excited me knowing that they were doing the same thing and would clearly see where we had just peed ourselves. Considerably more comfortable, we drove the rest of the way home talking about how crazy it was that the two of us and two other people had the same idea for some private relief along the same parkway, with a hand in each other's pants exploring the entire time. 

[gldenwetgoose 21,486]

Great memories - thanks for sharing. 

[TheAMan 247]

I have a few more with Rose. The dorms we were housed in during our time together were at the far end of campus, nestled up against the woods and up into the hills that looked down upon the city. I spent my four years of college laughing, drinking, and running around with my friends through the trails and fields. 

We'd routinely have bonfire parties up in the hills, but there was only one instance where any of our female compatriots peed outdoors obviously. We were drinking the night away, and our prudish, awkward friend Sara announced to the group that she had to pee, and told us "Everybody stay where you are, I'm gonna pee behind a tree and I don't want anyone to see!" We all laughed, and I handed her some paper towel to wipe with as she passed and disappeared into the darkness to squat and piss out the beer we'd been drinking. I tried in earnest to hear her as she went, but alas she was well hidden. When she returned, it opened the floodgates, at least conversation wise. We'd announce it formally whenever someone had to piss, the men (myself included) just standing up and walking a few places out of he fires light and messily spraying the ground. Until Rose got up, announced she now had to pee, and I told her I did too so I'd come with. I didn't really have to go and was just lustful from drinking, and was determined not to leave the woods that evening without seeing her piss at least once. I had a flashlight and we retreated into the darkness until our friends voices had faded from distance. She figured I had wanted to see her pee so didn't object when I stood watching, just told me to keep any eye on the woods for anything that was out there. It was a warm late summer evening, so she was wearing a light sweatshirt and a short, mid thigh length loose black skirt. She pulled up the Hem of her skirt with one hand and tugged down her thong panties from her hip with her other, assuming her usual high squat stance. I had turned off the flashlight at this point but could still roughly see in the moonlight. She very quickly started pissing, the weight of our evenings festivities weighing on her bladder. She said " Fuck" and I realized by the sound of her hissing pee no longer splatting onto the underbrush she had been pissing down her leg accidentally. I saw her lower into a full squat, for the first and only time, and tug her skirt up a little more in the back so not to spray it with pee. She started again, pee jetting out of her with a strong hiss. It was urgent as she was done shortly after, pulling her panties back up and brushing her skirt down. I turned on the light, caught a glance of her foamy beer pee puddle on the ground, and we rejoined the group. 

Shortly later we decide to leave the party and get down to business back in my room. Halfway down the trail we both say we had to pee and decided to go outside instead of holding it for the whole walk back. The path is along a cliff side so we step off and down a short outcropping to a boulder creating a natural platform. I pull my cock out of my pants as she takes two steps to the front of me, lifts her skirt hem up exposing her tight but plump little ass, and glanced over her shoulder as she pulled her thing out of her ass and down her legs, before squatting slightly. I had started to pee but was quickly cut off as I stiffened, excited for the show I was about to get. Rose always kept a small curly tuft of her light brown pubic hair trimmed, and it along with her right pink pussy was on full display for me as a narrow beam of piss began falling between her legs, splattering the rock below. The puddle between her feet pooled and ran down the rocks towards me as her piss hissed out of her. I was overcome, and as soon as her stream slowed I had grasped her hips and thrust myself deep inside her, a few drops slipping out of her as we both began thrusting into each other with my hand rubbing her clit, wet with her messy pee. As soon as she came I pulled out and came into the warm puddle below her, desperate and drunk myself at that point, and messily forced a spray of pee onto the rock below. Rose stayed bent over, panting, until she had calmed and forced a few more squirts of pee into the mess we had created at this point below. At that point, pants around my ankles and her panties on the ground next to us we heard the voice of one of our friends on the path above. We quickly put ourselves together and waited for them to pass as we climbed back up, full of nervous energy that we were almost caught peeing and fucking in the same spot! I'm nostalgic for those college nights, and have many fond memories of them I revisit whenever I'm in the area. 

[boochoy 42]

thanks so much for sharing the stories! Seems you had a wonderful college life 😁

[Alfresco 11,629]

Great stories and thank you for the very detailed accounts @TheAMan.   Hope to hear more of your stories

[BlindListener 152]

TheAMan,
Thanks for sharing your stories with such details.
 

[TheAMan 247]

My memories with Rose are becoming hazier as time in my mind goes by, later in our relatit I took a personal decline and my habits and proclivities clearly had an affect on my recollection, as well as my relationship with her. Such is life. 

One time, again on a break, she hasn't arrived at my parents house when I expect her. I texted her wondering if she was all right and she got back to me a few minutes later and told me yes, she had stopped to pee "at the spot" and hit a bit of traffic but she'd be there in 30 minutes or so. This made me tremendously excited; second only to seeing a woman expose themselves to piss in public was my desire to hear about when they did it by themselves or at different times, so I could imagine it. When she arrived, I made her come up to my room of the house and laid her on the bed to eat her out while I stroked my cock thinking about her liter of iced coffee jetting out of where my mouth currently was and onto the frozen earth below where she chose to bend over. She quietly moaned, cumming, and I spent my load into a towel forcefully. We quickly put ourselves together and rejoined my family as it was closing in on dinnertime! 

Another time, late into our relationship and back at school, we were drinking early one weekend evening in a friend's dorm room. A few signs told me that Rose was worked up and wanted to leave to escape back to her dorm for some love-making, but I wasn't quite in the mood yet. We started walking back across campus to our dorm, nestled up against some cliffs near the path that takes us up into the wooded hills behind campus. Halfway across the parking lot she took my hand and steered me too the path, and I asked her where we were going and she said "I have to pee, and I don't think I'm gonna make it!" with a little dance of desperation, wiggling her tight little butt in her leggings. She clearly knew what would always get me ready for sex and I became much more interested as we journeyed up the path to the place where we could step down to the outcropping, where we had some fun previously. She was drunk, so I went first and helped her down so she wouldn't take a tumble. She was wearing a pink PINK sweatshirt and tight black leggings that gave her ass nice definition, although not for long as she grasped them at the waist and lowered them to her mid thigh and bent over in her signature high squat, her pussy aimed at the rock wall behind her and over a natural channel in the boulder. She teetered slightly in the evening light, looked at me and told me "I REALLY have to pee, I've been holding it since Shyannes room" and took a deep breath. Her pee jetted out of her in a tight beam, striking the rock wall behind her and splattering a two foot radius before calming into a steady flow into the channel below her. Her flushed, drunken face was clearly getting some desperate relief and she sighed, her piss flowing out of her and onto the mossy rocks below with a steady hissing. I pulled my cock out and as soon as her stream of pee had slowed to a dribble and the last few drops fell from her pussy, I pushed her over so she was on all fours and I took her from behind, standing in her splashy puddle on the rock. We stopped shortly after because she became nauseous from the alcohol rolling around in her, but I'll carry the memory of her forceful pee jetting out of her onto the rock behind her for a long time. 

[TheAMan 247]

I can remember one more distinct memory from my time with Rose, although the times I saw her pissing in the woods were my last ever with her. 

One weekend late in the spring semester, some of her friends from high school came to visit and we went out to eat with them at a local cafe in main street, mostly so they could catch up. It was a warm, Sunny Sunday afternoon. We parked in the garage behind the main Street area, which has a bridge that connects to main Street through a building. The four of us were walking towards the bridge when I couldn't believe my eyes- two young women, seniors to my junior year, had just come from the bridge to their car, which was parked in the first spot off the ramp at the top of the garage. One girl, tall in casual heels, wearing a jean jacket and had dirty blond hair, had yanked down her pants, squatted down by the drivers side door and began forcefully peeing onto the cement. While we were about 20 feet away, I afforded this woman no privacy and took full stock of her actions in broad daylight- her ass, clearly well toned, was almost to the cement and she took no pause to hide her actions whatsoever. She had an unshaved but trim pussy, she was pissing hard but having trouble as her stream kept getting cut off and dripping down her ass as opposed to be sprayed directly in front of her. Her companion stood by her and did little more than laugh. Rose and her friends had seemingly NO idea what was occuring, but for me it's as if time stopped. My heart was fluttering with excitement, and I was probably walking funny with how stiff I quickly became. The icing on the cake, however, was a car coming up the ramp and upon turning onto the roof and making the right past her, catching a full on view of a young college age woman exposed to the world pissing without a care. 

By the time we made it to the bridge, probably about 40 seconds later, I had turned my head to watch her shake the pee off her butt and get in the passenger seat and the pair drive off, leaving a nice spray trimmed puddle in the spring sunlight. Someone sure had a Sunday Funday! 

 

I recall nothing of Rose or her friends after that as I spent the rest of the afternoon committing that experience to memory. 

[vpw 824]

Actually from my experience most ladies regardless of their background have a inhibition threshold when it comes to peeing outdoors. Some ladies will go a lifetime never having peed outside but for majority especially the active social outdoors type they become veterans early on to shed their inhibitions and pee in full view like the one you witnessed. I used to go boating often few years back with my friend when I owned a boat. Their wives, girlfriends, daughters would come along and after initial hesitation they all became pee veterans and would hang their butts off the side of the boat or hang their ass of the stern and pee and if there were other boats around or passing by they would think nothing of it. In fact during really rough sea it was advisable for them not to hang their butts by the side or hang off the stern in fear of going overboard, rather most of them would squat down by the rear of the boat and squat and after they were done we would wash off the floor. All this was done in full view of other males and it was all about the trust factor and interestingly the ladies lost all their inhibitions as plenty of beer and wine would be consumed to beat the heat.

[TheAMan 247]

Been experiencing quite the dry spell and have been reflecting at length, so I thought I would revive this thread and share some more experiences I've had. 

I'll start on a note of personal, emotional growth. After several years, I broke up with Rose, as my feelings for her waned and were pulled elsewhere. She was hurt, and turned vindictive, and attempted to paint nasty pictures of me. While I wasn't completely honest with her, and was cold, I was never cruel, and certainly never physically or emotionally abusive. She also went so far as to reveal my...proclivities...to our mutual group of friends. I was mortified at first, and for weeks I couldn't face them. I'm not sure what drove me, but I confronted them about it one evening as a group, owned up to it, and in the end, no one really cared! Everyone's into some weird shit at the end of the day. 

This was my senior year of college, a period where I felt as if opportunity might slip me by if I didn't seek as many new opportunities as possible. Most of my friends and acquaintances had started a fraternity; after three years I gave in and joined. This gave me social access like I couldn't believe. Many of the stories that will follow stemmed from my friends, our circles, and the shallow complexity of college life. 

The walk from various houses to the bars on Main Street and around downtown we're always fruitful. On an early fall evening, we were walking to the bars from a party at the women's soccer team's house. I had been talking to a beautiful, petite redheaded woman named Mary-- she's pale skinned, as most redheads are, about 5'2", wonderfully round breasts, with a deliciously curvy tight rear. I didn't expect to get anywhere with her as I could tell she was teasing me, however, I didn't mind just being flirtatious, so I enjoyed the company and the chit chat. She had an absolute potato sack of a friend in tow, however, who was not interested in third wheeling our conversation and kept trying to pull her away. She has a square, featureless body on stilts for legs, and a face that would make you shrug. What a blessing social media is, they took a photo that evening so I do not need to plumb the depths of my memory for their outfits! Mary wore a short-legged, long-sleeved romper with a deep neck, revealing ample cleavage. Her friend wore a glittery romper of simar style. Ironically, the friend is presently engaged to one of my more handsome fraternity brothers. Our respective groups separated, and the pair left with a guy a few moments ahead of us. We crossed the street, walked about a half a mile and rounding the bend before we walk onto Main St, I look across to a small, two-car parking space and see Mary and her friend stopped, the guy they were with a step in front of them. My heart quickened and I slowed my pace, for I could tell what was about to happen. Mary rolled her romper off her shoulders, baring breasts spilling out of a lacy white bra, and pulled it down with the tight shorts she had underneath and squatted, heels planted on the ground. Her friend was clearly more intoxicated, performing the same motions awkwardly, revealing a lacy thong she pulled down to her knees before assuming the same, full squatted position as Mary. Oh, if only I had been that guy! They were clearly desperate to relieve themselves and confident with pissing so publicly because they both began to piss simultaneously. Mary's stream was strong,  the ground beneath her quickly saturating and running down the gentle grade to the sidewalk. I had to imagine it was splattering her calves and strappy black heels. Her friend peed almost straight down, a puddle quickly growing beneath her feet she accommodated by leaning backward, projecting her piss farther away from her and running around the guys foot. Someone ahead of me noticed these young ladies pissing as well and made a comment in their direction, to which the guy standing in front of them told them that they were "just pissing". Just pissing indeed! They came to a finish probably 40 seconds later, remaining squatted down and seemingly taking turns finishing up by squirting what was left in their bladders into the trailing puddles. They stood up, covering themselves again and helped each other zip back into their rompers before continuing on their way. I wish I had ran into them later, I'm confident I could have turned it into something! Fortunately, I will always have the memory. 

 

 

[Alfresco 11,629]

Very lucky timing on your part - if you had been closer and they recognised you then they may well have waited until you had gone.  As it was, you got to see all the show, even if it was from a bit further away than you would have liked.  

[TheAMan 247]

I've been trying to remember the specific details of sightings towards the end of my college career, but so many of them are fuzzy as a result of my choices. One evening on the town I walked past almost a dozen girls from the neighboring school squatted against a stone wall bordering the property of the local YMCA, with more waiting to take their place as soon as they finished flooding the grass.  I've never seen so much pee at once, I have to imagine it's what those European festivals must be like! 

I feel that it is time to finally recount stories from my most current, and hopefully if all goes well this year, my life partner. For the sake of her privacy, I'll call her D. We met in college; she was an art student, and I liked to hang around the arts building. The students who frequented those halls were significantly less boring than my colleagues and professors in the science building. 

I recall exactly when I confessed my proclivity to arousal watching women urinate, preferably in locations other than the toilet. It was very early on, we were still getting to know each other and decided to take a walk at the nature preserve at the environmental education center of our campus. I'm always quick to suggest outdoor activities with female friends and acquaintances and especially future romantic prospects-- it's cheap, it's almost always delightful, and it's perfectly natural to suggest peeing somewhere other than the facilities. 

We had been exploring the trails and skipping stones in the nearby river when I announced I had to pee, and that instead of trekking a mile back to the car and the bathrooms I was just going to duck into the woods for a moment. To my delight, D told me she had to pee too! I asked her if she would prefer to walk back, and she told me she probably wouldn't make it and it would just be easier. We walked up a small incline off the trail for a bit of cover; I went a few paces ahead and pulled my cock out. As I started peeing, I glanced behind me to see her undo the buttons of her faded mom jeans, pull her panties down with her jeans, and prop herself against the thin trunk of a tree in an almost-sitting position. I couldn't quite see her pussy due to the angle at which she had propped herself. She was focused between her legs for a few moments as I tried to push the few last spurts of my pee out of my erect self when she released a splash onto the leaves and detritus of the forest below, and began peeing in earnest, a thin clear stream falling between her legs. Still pissing, she looked up to catch me watching her and chided me for peeking, which is when I confessed that watching her was an enormous turn-on for me and I couldn't help myself. To my surprise she was neither repulsed or embarrassed, but she would prefer if I kept a watch out for other people coming. She noticed my erection, and, still peeing, she lowered herself from her propped position into a squat and finished draining her bladder in a few messy spurts, before telling me "We need to take care of that" before leaving for the afternoon. D is six feet tall, with a narrow waist and a generous butt, which she shook to get the pee off before standing, taking her panties and jeans up with her. I walked up to her as she was buttoning them and slid my hand down the front, which she responded to by grasping my cock and tugging. We were halfway through pulling our pants back down when we heard voices approaching. We quickly put ourselves together and hid as a couple of freshmen walked past, and decided to continue what we had started back in my room before it was time to get dinner. 

 

This was the first experience of many, which I hope to recount for your interest and enjoyment! Thank you for reading! 

[TheAMan 247]

D, like many others, has lower inhibitions towards public peeing when she's been drinking, and the party-like environment of our college town made public peeing a very routine occurrence. She had gone out one night to a party with her friends Kristen an Amber. Kristen was a very short, curvy Latina woman with shoulder-length wavy black hair and glasses. Amber was her ratchet friend, about 5'6", coke-skinny, very pale with dyed orange-red hair. Apparently, while walking from the first party of the night to one of the fraternity houses, they needed to pee, and decided they couldn't wait until they got to their destination before relieving their bladders. 

Now unfortunately, I was not with them this evening. But as my luck would have it, D decided to Snapchat her friends and save it to her memories! Kristen pulled down her black leggings and propped herself against a car, facing the sidewalk, and began peeing. Her stream fell primarily into the gutter beneath her until she started laughing and yelling at D for filming her, and it began splashing onto her heeled boots on the sidewalk. Amber was the most intoxicated of the threesome, and opted to pull her yoga pants down and sit directly on the curb of the sidewalk. When she began peeing, it jetted out from her horizontally and quickly pooled on the pavement. Amber pissed quickly and was done before the Snapchat was over, the last of her pee spurting into the gutter and wetting the curb she sat on. Kristen finished squatted, a few last sprays of pee splattering against the car her ass was propped against, and twerked her small but plump booty for the camera, shaking herself dry. 

I'll revisit this video, now deeply buried by time, whenever I have the opportunity to sneak onto D's phone. What I've never asked is if D too peed with her friends, perhaps finishing before the two of them to jokingly film them or perhaps after, waiting for the cover her two tiny friends would provide to her tall, curvy figure as she squatted to pee on the sidewalk. Fortunately, I did not have to wait long to see her in such a pose soon after! I will write that up soon. Thanks for reading. 

[TheAMan 247]

One early spring weekend evening D and I walked down to a local watering hole for a night out. We met some friends, danced, drank, and tried in vain to talk to each other over the loud music and packed room. We downed a few gin and tonics at last call and then we're turned out with the remainder of the crowd as the 2am closing bell rang. D had been waiting in line for the bathroom up until we left but did not have the opportunity to pee before we were kicked out. 

Outside, we were dismayed to have missed the last bus that would take us back to campus, but the air was still warm and we were flushed and energetic, so we decided to walk through town and back up the hill to my apartment. 

We made it not a quarter of a mile before D grabbed her crotch and bent over, moaning in pain at how bad she needed to pee. I asked her if she could make it back and she told me there was no way, and grabbed my hand and continued walking, now with added urgency. We were just walking past a church when she darted right down a slate walkway to a courtyard in front of the rectory. I asked, "Are you really going to pee on a church?" I looked around, and there were people walking through the park we were across from, and the dumpsters behind the library next door were fairly well lit. D responded "Yup I have to piss SO bad, can you keep a lookout?" 

At that point we were standing in the church recovery courtyard, shielded by the church on one side and the rectory on the other, a walkway connecting the two. The space was open to the road save for a tree in the center of a raised stone planter, which D moved towards. D was wearing a form-fitting, ribbed white body suit that snapped at the crotch, accentuating her narrow waist and small but perky breasts, faded denim mom jeans that hugged her ample ass oh so perfectly in the moonlight, and strappy low heels. She bent over and moaned about how badly she needed to go while unbuttoning her jeans, lowering them to mid-thigh, and crouching slightly against the stone wall surrounding the tree. Supporting herself with one arm on the stones she maneuvered her other hand to her crotch, unsnapping her body suit and pulling it out of the way, before grasping her thin cotton thong and pulling it down to her jeans, exposing her fuzzy neat pussy, before lowering herself further until her crotch was just a few inches away from the slate. I was standing watching her the whole time, and to my surprise, she didn't start peeing immediately, but was spooked by the voices of people passing on the street. From her crouched position she looked up at me and asked "Could you please keep an eye out for people, I'm nervous but I really have to go" dutifully, I turned around to watch the street, keeping her in the corner of my eye. 

She remained crouched for probably 30 seconds, quietly moaning and trying to relax enough to relieve the pressure on her bladder, before she groaned with pleasure and I turned my head to see she had begun dripping pee out of her in small spurts onto the stone wall, wetting the mulch that she had displaced onto the patio below. Her nervous peeing wasn't forceful enough to clear her pussy and was dripping off her ass with a slow trickle at first, as is wont to happen with women while peeing squatted. It was at that moment that I looked to my left and realized I could see into an office of the rectory and to my surprise, the computer facing the window was opened and displaying the church security camera feeds! In the top right corner I clearly saw D crouched against the wall, and heard her pee begin to hiss behind me and splash into a puddle that was quickly growing between her feet. I turned to peek and saw her peeing forcefully into a growing puddle, which she responded to by slowing her stream down and spreading her feet as much as her jeans would allow, before settling down into a full squat and jetting the contents of her bladder into the puddle. I also noticed the security camera, just barely visible above a side door into the church, directed downwards for a total view of the courtyard. 

D peed hard for over a minute, her stream slowing as she moaned with relief and sighed. She pulled herself up onto the stone wall, bareassed, and sat for a moment before spreading her legs and letting two little spurts out onto the wall before standing, pants around her thighs still, and shaking the drops of pee from her ass. I turned to face her as she had pulled her panties back into place and wavered with drink as she attempted to snap her bodysuit back into place one-handed, which I was more than happy to help with. She told me to watch out for her puddle, and asked jokingly "Do you think I'm going to hell for this?" To which I replied that I would happily meet her there. She pulled her jeans up, buttoned them, and we were exited the courtyard to continue our journey home, totally flush and ready to wake up my roommates with our activities when we made it back. 

I've long wondered if the security footage was recorded or simply passive, because I would love to revisit that moment from that perspective. If a security guard or, God forbid (literally) someone working at the church reviewed the cameras the next morning, they were in for a treat at the picture of my beautiful partner, exposed for all to see bent over in the courtyard! 

[Alfresco 11,629]

Love this!   Did you ever tell D that she was on camera?

I absolutely would have loved to review that footage the next day.   If I ever had a job that had a camera that overlooked an alley, that might possible be used as an impromptu toilet I would definitely be reviewing the footage after every Friday and Saturday night.  

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1 hour ago, Alfresco said:

Love this!   Did you ever tell D that she was on camera?

I absolutely would have loved to review that footage the next day.   If I ever had a job that had a camera that overlooked an alley, that might possible be used as an impromptu toilet I would definitely be reviewing the footage after every Friday and Saturday night.  

After she had put herself back together she looked up and saw the camera and I mentioned that I'm pretty sure it was recording. She responded "Well it's too late now!" but was a little flushed with embarrassment (or gin). I appreciated her flippant attitude towards peeing in front of strangers, even if there was a camera separating them physically and temporally! 

 

And I agree, with our proclivities it's essentially a perk of the workplace. My college town, like everywhere in the world these days, had surveillance cameras everywhere, and everywhere except the park and random streets were regularly surveilled places men and women would pee. In the parking garage, behind the dumpsters at the liquor store, in the alleys behind the buildings of main street, the drive through at the bank, the previously mentioned church, the parking lot of the clinic. This is the only part of college I really miss!

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Thanks @TheAMan for sharing these wonderful stories with us. Sounds like you had a lot of fun during college days !😁