Jar351 397 Posted November 26, 2020 Share Posted November 26, 2020 To both Genders: what is your most kinky experiance of peeing standing. Can be of watching someone or your personal wee Quote Link to post
Popular Post ppppppp 1,442 Posted November 27, 2020 Popular Post Share Posted November 27, 2020 It was after dark at a music festival. The main stage had closed, and a band were shortly to come on at the second stage. The younger audience were gathering there; mostly late teens and 20s. As the crowd thickened, the queues for the portaloos became ridiculously long. The grass in front of the chain fence at the side of the stage became an open-air, public, unisex urinal. Men stood at the fence, at one end, and pissed through it. At the other end, where it was darker, women, usually in small groups of two or three, undressed enough to squat low and pee in the grass. A couple walked to the fence, hand in hand. She stood next to him, at one side, watching closely as he peed. He let her hold his cock and swing his spray. They kissed when he’d finished, she still holding his cock now, no doubt, swelling in her grasp. Then it was her turn. She stood with her back to the fence, feet apart. She hitched her flimsy summer dress up to her waist, above the top of her knickers. They were white, edged with black, lacy trims. Her legs were bare; it was too warm for tights or stockings. I expected to see her quickly push down her knickers and drop down to pee, squatting in the long grass between him and the fence. Instead, still standing, she just wet herself. It was her turn to piss for his entertainment. She knew he would enjoy watching her pee through her underwear. She just relaxed her hold to let it all flood into her lacy underwear. With her legs parted, the stream poured into the grass between her feet, tracing a glistening line in the darkness. She stood still as she tinkled, holding up her dress the whole time it took her to empty herself through her bikini briefs. The couple kept chatting and laughing while she went to the toilet in her clothes. After a while she looked down as she finished off and the stream faded to a series of dribbles and drips. She shook the splashes off her feet, then let her dress fall back below her knees. Once again holding hands, they walked away from the fence to find their place in the crowd. 1 7 Quote Link to post
Popular Post ppppppp 1,442 Posted November 27, 2020 Popular Post Share Posted November 27, 2020 And another, from longer ago. I was in the city centre, late at night, after the pubs had shut. It was a warm spring night, and the streets were busy with groups of people on their way to a club, or just a bus or taxi home. A mixed group came past, on their way somewhere. Two girls hung back as the others passed the entrance to an alley that ran between two shops to a park behind. They ducked into the alley and waited just inside the entrance. One – she was blonde – peered round the corner quickly. She could see her friends still walking away further down the street. She worked out that none of them had yet realised that the two of them had gone missing. I watched with interest. I had seen girls squatting in that place before, peeing on the ground. It seemed pretty clear to me that both of these two urgently needed the toilet. I walked past the alley, paused, then turned and walked back. I didn’t want to be too quick. I hoped to see them pissing. Too soon, and they would cover up and wait for me to pass. Too late, and they would have finished, with nothing for me to see but their puddles. The ideal would be for them to see me only after they had already started weeing, when it would be too difficult for them to stop the flow. They were nowhere in sight as I entered the alley. They could have gone left, or right, behind the shops, or ahead into the park. I thought they probably would not have gone far. They only wanted to piss out of sight of their friends, and then they wanted to find them again quickly. As I got close to the end of the alley the sound of splashing liquid started. I stopped at the end and cautiously peered out. The blonde girl was standing to my left, jeans and knickers pushed down to her knees, resting her bum on the back wall of the shop. The splashing noise was from her stream of pee splattering onto the pavement between her feet. Even if she had noticed me I’m sure she would have been unable to stop pissing, she was in full flow. She was a pretty girl, with long, slender legs, a nicely rounded bum and long, straight blonde hair. I’d have enjoyed looking at her at any time, so it was wonderful to watch her going to the toilet standing in the street. All too soon she finished and quickly wriggled up her jeans, snuggly over her cute bum. I turned my attention to her brunette friend, squatting behind a bin in a flower bed just inside the park entrance. She was harder to see as it was darker there but I could see the pale smooth curves of her thigh and bum, and the occasional sparkle below her as her stream reflected a streetlight. I didn’t want them to catch me spying on them, so strolled out of the alley and down the path into the park. I came back a few minutes later to see the damp patch in the flower bed and the puddle on the pavement. The blonde girl’s puddle was impressively large. There were splash-shadows, dry patches that showed where her feet had been, and a little river running into the gutter to a drain. 3 6 Quote Link to post
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