Moments before relief

[TheAMan 247]

With COVID ravaging the states and opportunities for catching anyone peeing outside reduced by said pandemic and this wet winter we're experiencing, I've been reflecting on my past sightings and experiences. Beyond the immediately inadvertantly sexual act of peeing naughtily or publicly (women being forced under most circumstances to remove their lower garments and lower themselves close to the ground, men revealing and holding their penis, either brazenly or covertly), what has always sent my heart aflutter has been the moments before someone commits to relieving themselves. While I'm primarily interested in women, I've always been bi-curious and sexually open-minded so I don't mind catching a glimpse of the men. 

What I'm talking about are the actions someone takes when they've decided their need to pee is too great to alleviate in a toilet or other, less risky accomodations. Women, alone or with the safety of others, retreating down an alleyway, the dark corner of a back yard, a quiet moment in-between cars, a desperate hustle to the far end of a subway platform or behind a bus shelter. The glances of the immediate surroundings, seeing who's present, judging whether it's safe to pee, usually nervous hands hooked around the top of a pair of jeans or at the hem of a skirt, waiting for the exact moment where the need to pee becomes greater than the risk if exposure. Finally, if deemed safe, the clothes are moved-- jeans, unbuttoned, the zipper pulled down, thumbs hooked at the hem and, either with undergarments or with two steps, lowered to mid thigh in a motion that also lowers their vagina closer to the earth. All the more exciting in a skirt, hands on the hem, pulled and bunched up to the waist, lowering themselves down to the ground, a thin piece of fabric stretched between their knees. 

And when they're finally squatted down, ready to pee, the pressure on their bladder almost ready to be relieved into a puddle on the ground! I've seen very few instances of someone preparing to pee outside and beginning immediately once in position. Usually, they'll be there a few moments, squatted down, oriented so someone stumbling onto the scene won't see their bum or there pussy, waiting to overcome the nerves in the way of relief. With multiple women, usually waiting until someone else begins, their piss spilling out between their legs in a hurry, splattering onto the ground in a signal that it's currently safe to relieve oneself until multiple puddles begin forming on the ground and trailing away. I love it!

I've been blessed to witness a number of women, whom I've known or simply have caught short publicly, peeing. 

At a large venue in Upstate NY, during one of the most popular yearly concerts, glancing into the woods along the path through the park though the venue yields dozens of women of all ages and types lowering themselves amongst the trees and behind rocks to relieve their bladders. 

One Sunday afternoon in college, returning from a coffee shop with friends, I saw two upperclassmen women from the neighboring college returning to their car in the garage after visiting the bar on the street below. Parked right near the entrance, thr slender brunette of the pair (the other being a slender blonde) sets her bag down near the driver's side and without really looking around, unbuttoned her jeans and lowered her pussy to the cement and, with a few moments hesitation where I, passing by, was afforded a full view of her shaved vagina, began messily peeing, a puddle pooling under her shoes as three cars entered the garage. She covered her face with embarrassment, and right before I got in my car to leave I turned to see her pop up, embarrassed beyond belief, and quickly pull up her panties and button her jeans before taking off quickly with her friend. 

 

While in fraternity at school, I usually sat at the door, preferring the quiet conversation to the dark and sweaty cramping of the party in the apartment upstairs. A group of women from a nearby sorority, leaving, said the line for the bathroom upstairs was too long and asked me if they could pee behind the garbage cans in the alley. I told them of course and offered to keep a look out for them, which they surprisingly accepted! It turned out only two of them had to pee, two women I knew named Emma and Maddy. Emma is a slender women, with nice breasts, a tight yet sizable ass, and a square jaw, while Maddy is short and extremely curvy, with large breasts and a huge ass. The two of them went up against the wall of the house, their lower halves out of sight behind the garbage bins. Emma was wearing a form-fitting body suit and after unbuttoning her jeans standing up, she reached through her crotch to unsnap it and lowered herself to the ground, Maddy, who was only wearing jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down with her panties as she squatted low to the ground. I was at the top of the alley, about 10 ft away, and their three friends stood in front of them, busy on their phones. They were crouched for about 10 seconds together before Emma started peeing onto the slate tiles with a hiss, and Maddy followed a few seconds after, with a slower but steady stream. It was difficult to contain my excitement! They both peed onto the ground for about 30 seconds, the punch upstairs weighing heavily on their bladders, to the point where their friends backed up to allow their puddles to expand without treading on them. They finally dripped to a stop and, neither of them wiping and instead resorting to shaking their asses against the house to knock off the drops of pee that had stuck to their thighs and ass, pulled up their pants, rearranged their underwear, Emma resnapping her body suit as the 5 of them thanked me and greeted me goodnight before leaving down the street. I saw them out and rushed back into the alley to glimpse their fresh puddles and, hearing one of my friends come out looking for me, told him I was peeing and I'll be back in a moment. I took out my firm cock and added what I could to the puddle before returning to the porch, none the wiser. 

The ritual of beginning to pee in public is just as enticing to me as the act itself! I'll have to add some more stories of seeing these rare moments in the near future. 

 

[PeeGurl74 570]

I don't like to squat too piss. I prefer to stand and spread my legs to prevent dribbles. When you squeeze your bladder together, the piss comes out faster so less time to enjoy the flow.