PeeWatcher’s Sightings

[Kupar 13,341]

Tremendous account of a very lovely 'sighting'! Thanks for taking the trouble to write it down so carefully for us 🙂 

[Alfresco 11,639]

Absolutely brilliant @PeeWatcher1!  As you say, you wouldn't expect in in the middle of a Sunday afternoon in the cinema, but I guess when multiple screens empty out after watching a film for a couple of hours and drinking large sodas, there are going to be quite a few people with full bladders and some people are going to have problems waiting for a toilet.   That girl had a good improvised solution, although I'm a bit surprised that she dumped the full cup in the bin as it would definitely spill it's content either when it hit the bottom of the bin or when the bin was emptied.  I'm a little surprised that she didn't either just stand the cup somewhere or take it outside to empty.  I guess she just thought that once deposited in the bin, it was no longer her problem.      I assume she wouldn't take it to the toilets as there would still be a huge queue.

[PeeWatcher1 278]

Thanks @gldenwetgoose & @Kupar. Definitely one to remember! 

New experience incoming in minutes…

On 12/13/2021 at 10:01 PM, Alfresco said:

I'm a little surprised that she didn't either just stand the cup somewhere or take it outside to empty.

That’s true, @Alfresco, although as someone who used to work at a cinema, I do respect her for taking and discarding it instead of leaving it for some poor kid or usher to find and probably knock over. She must’ve felt a bit guilty already about what she’d done. 
 

On 12/13/2021 at 10:01 PM, Alfresco said:

I'm a bit surprised that she dumped the full cup in the bin as it would definitely spill it's content either when it hit the bottom of the bin or when the bin was emptied.

I’m 95 percent sure it spilt judging by the angle she threw it in at and the loud thud I heard as it fell in. The good thing about garbage bags at cinemas though - they’re usually always waterproof. 
 

 

[PeeWatcher1 278]

The time she peed herself accidentally 

A funny story for today. It’s Friday night, I forget the time but it would’ve been before midnight. I’m at my usual location. 

I observe a tall, blonde lady in dark blue denim jeans, a grey crop top and a denim jacket approaching the pee spot in front of me. She seems very intoxicated as she’s struggling to walk straight. She’s aided by her male friend who drops her off at the pee spot and then proceeds to take a seat on a bench that’s about 3 metres away and play on his phone. 

After a brief look around, she decides she’ll pee here and begins unbuttoning her pants. As she does, she reverse’s her body up against the electrical transformer so fast that she bangs her head on it with an audible metallic thud. This causes her to lurch forward and fall down onto her hands and knees at the edge of the grass in front of her. 

She takes a moment on the ground to rub her head and understand what’s happened before she staggers back up to her feet. The man that’s on the bench doesn’t even flinch let alone help - what a gentleman…. Not! 

She resumes unzipping her pants now and begins to lower them. She drops them only to about mid-thigh - risky! She then reaches back up to her black lace thong and lowers it to mid-thigh as well. Then she allows her buttocks to lean back onto the electrical transformer and rest against it. 

Her feet are only about 30cm out from the base of the transformer with her butt touching it and her head also about 30cm out. This is a very straight angle to try and pee at. She’s almost standing up straight!

She’s directly in front of me about 10 metres away and is completely right side on to me, so I am seeing this from a side-on view. She stands with her head leaning downwards in a relaxed manner for a while with no stream appearing yet. 

Finally after about a minute, I see pee begin flowing. It starts slow, only trickling out onto the ground below, spattering up onto her white converse shoes which for anyone else would be problem enough but it’s about to get a whole lot worse for her. 

The trickling last about 6-7 seconds before it speeds up to a full strength torrent of pee. Unfortunately for her, because of the terrible vertical angle she’s standing at, the stream is going directly into the crotch of her pants now. 

At this point, she either A) doesn’t care, B) does care but is to drunk to do anything about it, or C) is so drunk she doesn’t even notice the warm pee saturating her jeans and legs. My money is on C. 

The stream into her pants last about 10 seconds before it drops back to a trickle straight down onto the concrete for a few seconds. She stands for another minute allowing the last few drops to fall on the ground below. 

As she’s drip drying, I get out of my car and begin heading over to pass her. As I do, she starts pulling her lace underwear up which I can clearly see is now dripping with pee, before reaching down and pulling up her jeans. No real need to wipe I guess! 

As I get nearer, she’s buttoning up her jeans now. Though they’re a dark shade of blue, I can clearly make out two streams that have gone down her pant legs and are puddling on the non-porous concrete below. 

She looks up and we make eye contact and I ask her “all good?”, to which I believe she replied “no thank you” - a clear sign of just how drunk she is, she’s incoherent. The guy still hasn’t even looked up from his phone once. 

I continue past her and she staggers off towards the nearby bench and sits down on it. I notice the puddle she’s left isn’t that large for the length of time she was peeing. I presume the majority of pee has now been absorbed by her jeans and will be deposited on the fabric seats of whichever poor Uber driver picked her up that night. 

A short but funny little sighting tonight. It was the most notable of a relatively quiet Friday night and the only time I’ve seen someone accidentally peeing directly onto their pants in this manner. 

 

~ PeeWatcher1

[PeeWatcher1 278]

The time in the park

A bit of a change of scenery today. This took place on a lovely Sunday afternoon during summer. My longtime friend (who is a girl but is not my girlfriend) and I were out on a walk by the coast. 

We are walking along a popular 2km stretch of a larger 6km walk that begins at a beach and leads around past a few other beaches and rock pools and ends at the bay. The portion we’re walking starts at the beach and ends in a small park/nature reserve with a small car parking area and a public toilet block. 

I love walking this walk because it is always frequented by bikini-clad women, surfer chicks and ladies in their skimpy or provocative activewear. 

So we’re walking and we’re nearing the end of the portion of the walk that we’re going to take. My friend casually mentions to me that she needs to pee, so I let her know that there’s a toilet block around the corner and we head towards it. 

We arrive at the park that we’re going to exit from. This whole park is only about one and a half house blocks big with a few large palm trees dotted around and the footpath leading up the middle of the park to the parking area and then onto the road. The toilet block is on the left edge of the park, backing on to the Colourbond perimeter fence. 

As we approach the toilets, we notice 2 young ladies in the usual skimpy bikinis come out from behind the toilet block. 

Both are gorgeous, sun soaked, dirty blondes, medium height, perfectly sculpted tanned bodies with small but prominent abs - the stereotypical Aussie beach girls pretty much. One’s in a small orange bikini and the other is in a tight black one. They both have small towel’s over their shoulders and one has a large, clear bag with their belongings in it. 

As we’re walking up to the toilet doors, the girls are just about to pass us. The one in the orange bikini looks over to us and says “they’re locked”. My friend and I genuinely didn’t know that. “Oh, that sucks” I say to them. “Why? Argh!” my friend exclaims as she grabs the handle and shakes it. 

“Yeah, it’s so stupid. But you can just go back there” says the orange bikini girl as she points to the gap behind the toilet block and the fence behind it. “Yeah we just went back there” the girl in the black bikini adds in a nonchalant way.

“Oh yeah” I ask. “Yeah, it’s fine. Nobody can see” replies orange bikini girl. “Okay, thanks” we say as we head around to the back of the building and they walk off over the grass back towards the coastal walk. 

We turn the corner and are greeted by a roughly 1x6m strip of light coloured concrete between the toilet block and the perimeter fence. 

It’s clear that this has been used multiple times today by multiple ladies (and men) as there’s puddles with clear feet marks and some tissues left. I count at least 6 different puddles. Two of which are right next to each other and still bubbly, both with a tissue in the centre - I presume these are the puddles left behind by the two girls who just left. 

My friend hesitantly adds her own puddle (out of necessity, not a kink or fetish for her) as I stand guard, and then we leave the spot. We have lunch nearby and I walk her back to her car and farewell her before I get to my car and decide just to drive back to the spot and monitor it for a while. 

I score a prime spot in the parking area above, directly in-line with the perimeter fence and therefore looking directly down towards the gap between the toilet block and fence. I’m about 8-10 metres away from the spot as I sit for a while not really knowing what to expect from this location. 

I’ve worked out that because it’s Sunday, the council don’t work, so these toilets never get unlocked on Sunday’s. 

Some time passes and my hopes are fading fast but just as I’m contemplating leaving I see a girl appear from the trail. She’s a brunette, medium build, caucasian dressed in fatigued, whitewash jeans, a black band shirt and Doc Martins - a bit overdressed for the beach if you ask me. 

She walks over to the toilet block and tugs on all three door handles before realising that they’re locked. She turns to face outwards and fiddles on her phone for a moment before heading around back to investigate. She walks to both ends to see if anyone can see her before putting her bag on the ground and getting some things out. 

Looks like she wants to change into a bikini. I see her get it out and place it atop her bag before removing her shirt to reveal a white bra, and then removing it revealing 2 nice small breasts with bright nipples. She quickly puts her khaki coloured bikini top on and ties it at the back. 

Then she removes her shoes and socks, placing them into her bag before unbuttoning and lowering her jeans to take them off. She’s now stood there in her grey Calvin Klein thong, surrounded by other people’s pee puddles. 

She picks up her bikini bottoms and readies it in her left hand before quickly dropping her thong to the ground and putting on the kini bottoms. Luckily for me, she’s done all this facing my direction, so I’ve enjoyed the beautiful view. 

She stands and adjusts the strings on the kini for a bit before crouching down and repacking her bag. She then lifts it up and puts it on her shoulder about to leave before pausing. She puts the bag back down where it was and rotates her body turning to face the permitter fence and facing her butt to the wall (she’s now perpendicular to me). 

Then she lowers her bikini bottom to mid-thigh and drops down to a low squat position and begins peeing. 

The pee appears quickly, dribbling down onto the concrete below. She sits, looking down as the puddle grows beneath her, splattering around her bare feet. There is a sudden loud clattering sound that comes from somewhere behind me and this causes her to jolt her head up and stare in my general direction, although she doesn’t actually see me - she continues to pee during this without hesitation though. 

Her pee lasts about 15 seconds before she shakes her butt for a moment and then pulls her bikini bottom straight back up, rubbing her hand on her crotch for a second (I assume to use the bikini to absorb the moisture) as she picks up her bag and walks out from behind the toilet block and back in the direction she came from. I see her wipe her hands down both her calf’s, obviously wiping the splattered pee off them, as she walks off. 

I left soon after this as I had somewhere to be but I’ve since added this location to my list and occasionally stop by it if I’m free on Sundays. It’s a nice spot where I can usually catch someone doing the same as this girl or the two earlier in the day.  

 

~ PeeWatcher1

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Wow, peewatcher 1, these are great sightings!  And excellent description. I'd love to read more from you!  🙂

[BlindListener 152]

Hello PeeWatcher’s,

Thank you for providing your detailed descriptions of your experiences. Please continue sharing them with us.
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[PeeWatcher1 278]

The time I made it happen

Hi everyone! I’m back for 2022 with a fantastic double sighting that took place on New Years Eve. 

This one is a highly detailed account with a lot of preamble so if you want to just skip ahead to the sighting, scroll about half way down to where it says “The sighting begins now”. Otherwise, sit back and relive this carefree and exciting night with me. Let’s begin. 

So it’s Friday night and it’s New Years Eve. I’m heading into the city to spend the night at a club with friends. This club that we’re heading to is easily one of the top 3 clubs in my city. If you’re not out watching the fireworks, this is the place you want to be ringing in the new year. You ask anyone in the city, they’ll tell you the same thing. It just has that reputation for being the club to be at on NYE. 

Of course due to having this reputation, the lineup to get in tonight is easily 400 people deep (probably even more). The average length you can expect to wait in line is at least an hour. On NYE, a 2-3 hour wait is not unusual. 

Anyway, I’ve arrived a bit after my friends as I was delayed on account of the changed train schedule due to NYE. Because of this, my friends are already nearing the front of the line and I’ve no choice but to join the back of the queue which has stretched down the road and around a corner. 

So I get in at the end of the line and get chatting to the group (2 guys and 4 girls) in front of me. I’m a chatty person so I love just chatting to people about anything. We talk and laugh for around 5 minutes as the line creeps forward. 

We’re having the time of our lives and I notice a group of 5 girls approaching from our left to join the line. Cute girls but I don’t think anything of it until I hear one of the girls exclaim “wait, I need to pee” to another girl. They’re still far enough away that they wouldn’t suspect that I would’ve heard them say that. That’s a key piece of information that we’ll circle back to in a moment. 

So I continue talking to the group in front as the new group joins the line directly behind me. We chat for a few more minutes as the group behind chat amongst themselves. 

I wait for a natural pause in our conversation and use this as an excuse to get my phone out and pretend to text someone. I then very deliberately turn around and look over the heads of the girls behind me pretending to look for someone. I wait for one of the girls to look at me, I look down at her and then bam we’re in. 

I fire off a quick apology to the group, explaining that I’m trying to look for a lost friend before feigning amazement at how gorgeous they all look. I ask them all what their plans for the night are and from that we all begin chatting to each other. 

During our conversation, I find out that the girls are from the same part of town that the group I was chatting to in front of me are from, and also that one even works in a similar industry. So me being me, I turn back to the first group and draw them into our conversation and next thing you know, there’s 9 girls and 3 guys all chatting up a storm with me literally in the middle of it. 

Now, you’ve got to understand, all of us are pretty charged up already. It’s New Years Eve, we’ve all come from parties and we’ve all been drinking all day so we’re already quite excitable.

Through the course of our rambunctious conversations, 2 girls from the second group named Tayla and Giselle explain to me how they have an empty yoghurt package filled with vodka strapped to their thighs. I call bullshit on it and then they both proceed to lift their tight dresses and show me. In the process, one of them, Tayla, lifts her dress a bit too high and reveals the crotch of her white lace underwear to me but doesn’t realise it. Anyway, sure enough, they both have a silver bag sticky tapped to their inner thighs. “Impressive” I tell them - though I mean both the bags and the underwear. 

At this stage, we’ve all been talking and waiting in line for probably 30 minutes already. We’ve finally edged around the corner and are back on the main street which means we can see the entrance though it is still a good hours wait away.  

Remember how earlier, we had heard one of the girls mention that she had to pee? Well that was Tayla who said it, and she’s been standing next to me this whole time giving only slight indications that things might be getting desperate (occasional cross legged bounces and a squeeze of the stomach). This is still in the back of my mind so I, in a moment of pure cockiness, wait for a moment where she and I are naturally not involved in the conversation and I turn to Tayla and say “hey, I need to pee”. As I had hoped for, she replies “yesss so do I, badly”. 

This was all I needed to hear. I’m now determined to make this sighting happen. 

Across the road from us is a small alleyway that leads to the back of some shops. I point across to it and say to Tayla “I’m gonna go [pee] over there”. “Wait, I’m gonna go too” she says as she hands her bag to her friend named Kiera. She tells her “hold this, I’m gonna find somewhere to pee”. Kiera, to my surprise, then says “oh, I have to go as well”. “Ok, come with” replies Tayla, before I interject offering to hold the bags. 

 

*The sighting begins here*

 

So it’s now established that 3 of us — me, Tayla and Kiera — are going to go down this alley to pee. We leave the line to cross the road and begin walking down this relatively well lit lane. 

Let me take a moment to describe these two beautiful ladies to you. Kiera has the typical “popular girl in school” look. She’s a slim, brunette with hazel eyes and a fair complexion. She’s wearing a dark green/olive coloured silk or satin dress that drops to her mid thigh — kind of looks like a nightie — and very complex looking black heels that have straps running up her calf’s to her knees. 

Tayla on the other hand, is the one I want to focus on. She’s a gorgeous dirty blonde with bright blue eyes and some freckles around the nose/eyes that she’s trying to hide with makeup. She’s in a tan coloured, ribbed dress that also goes to mid thigh and it’s obvious she isn’t wearing a bra because I can see her nipples poking out (in fact, in her Instagram post of her outfit that night, the caption reads “Weapons are loaded” - in reference to her prominent nipples). All this paired with simple black and white converse shoes. 

Both girls are 20 years old and extremely attractive. Tayla though, is the perfect balance of cute and sexy. She’s the real star of the whole night for me. Did I mention she’s in the Air Force! Amazing!

Back to the story. We get to a dumpster about 6-7m in from the street, and we all stop to look at the cover provided by the bin. I’ll just mention that this dumpster is still in clear view of the lineup across the road and is particularly well lit. It would’ve been blatantly obvious to anyone in line what we were there doing, but we didn’t care. 

“This’ll do” exclaims Tayla as she hands me her small black bag and backs herself into the corner of the bin and the wall. Before I can even offer to turn around, she hikes up her tight tan dress to her hips and reveals those sexy white lace underwear that I saw before. She grabs at the waistband of them before looking back up at me and saying “you be a lookout”. “Ok, I’ll stand guard” I reply cheekily.  

I’m standing almost on top of her so if I want to see anything, I would have to look directly down at her - this won’t do. I take a few steps backwards and deeper into the lane so that now Tayla is in the direction I need to be looking to be a “lookout”. I watch her in my periphery. 

“Clear” she asks me. “All clear” I reply as she quickly lowers her white lace thong over the silver bag and down to her knees and assumes a low squat position. 

I see and hear the pee begin immediately. It’s a strong and very direct stream shooting out onto the asphalt below. “Awww, that feels soo good” says Tayla relievedly as she pushes down on her pelvis with both hands. “Haha, amen” I quip back as I admire for a few moments. I’m really in heaven right now.

As she’s peeing, her friend Keira is standing in front of her finishing off a Vodka Cruiser. There’s a few sips left in the bottle and she places it on top of the dumpster to get her phone out of her bra and adjust her hair. I see my chance and take it. 

I step forward between Tayla who’s peeing and Keira who just took a step back, and grab the Cruiser bottle as an excuse to get closer to Tayla. Her head is now in front of me about 20cm away from my crotch while the torrent continues pooling below her. 

“What flavour is this” I ask. “It’s like a raspberry-y flavour. Have you had Cruisers before” Kiera asks me. “Of course not. I’m a man” I reply jokingly. “What” they both say in unison. I look down at Tayla who’s now looking directly up at me. I can now vaguely see through her blonde hair, the source of her stream. It’s a waxed innie vagina, with maybe even a possible thin landing strip. Though my view of it is somewhat obscured by that alcohol packet she has tapped to her thigh, and her white thong. I can still see the stream clearly though. It’s travelling perfectly straight and looks pretty clear to me - looks like someone’s well hydrated. 

“Have it” Kiera says to me, so I oblige. I swig the last drops of the Cruiser and surprisingly it does actually taste pretty good. As I finish the drink, I hold the bottle down in front of Tayla’s head therefore my gaze is directed downwards to the bottle and beyond that, Tayla. 

“Do you like it” asks Tayla as she continues looking up at me while loudly peeing unashamedly. “Wow actually, that’s not bad” I say. “See” exclaims Keira. 

I remain stood there for the remainder of Tayla’s pee. Occasionally glancing down to see her stream shooting down into the growing puddle beneath her feet as we talk about this drink. 

After about 10 more seconds, it appears that Tayla is now finishing up as I can see the stream has slowed to a trickle and she has begun gently bobbing up and down on her heels. 

I’m feeling particularly brave at this stage so I look down at Tayla and ask her “you done”. “Almost” she replies. She grabs at the sides of her lace thong and in one motion stands up and pulls them up with her. 

Luckily for me, I’ve see it all and can play it back in slow motion. She begins standing upwards and starts raising her thong up her thighs. As she passes a high squat position, I see a singular drop of pee fall from her beautiful (and now in full focus) tight, tanned and perfectly waxed vagina and land in the crotch of her thong which is now just reseating over top of her landing strip. She tugs up the waistband over her sculpted hips before she reaches down to ensure the silver alcohol bag is still properly attached. Then she shimmies her dress down as she wiggles side to side. Absolutely beautiful. 

She looks back up at me and Keira and says “oooft, that’s better” as she grabs her bag off me and flicks her long dirty blonde hair over her shoulders. 

“You gonna go now” I question to Keira on my right. “Yeah” she says as she swaps places with Tayla and reverses into the corner. As Tayla comes out of the corner, I note that the puddle left by her is roughly 40cm wide in diameter and slowly running off towards underneath the dumpster. I can also clearly smell the stench of alcohol filled urine. 

Kiera is now stood in the same spot Tayla was just standing and lifts her dark green dress to reveal a simple black cotton thong. She grabs the sides and slowly lowers it to mid-thigh as she drops into a mid height squat (legs at a right angle). 

Despite Keira’s appearance and outgoing personality, she appears to be pee shy as her stream take several seconds to begin. During this, Tayla and I continue talking and by this stage we’re moving towards more openly flirting with each other. 

After around 10 seconds we both hear Keira’s stream of pee begin hitting the ground accompanied by a loud hissing. Tayla and I instinctively look down and we see that because she’s in a higher squat position than Tayla was, the pee is splattering all over her shoes and out in front of her. 

“Go down lower” Tayla says as she comically pushes down on Keira’s head. “Argh, I’m trying” replies Keira as she quickly lowers her buttocks towards the ground assuming the typical low squat position. 

This stops the splattering and Keira continues her pee uneventfully as we all 3 continue nonchalantly chatting to each other. 

As Kiera finishes peeing, she opts for a rapid side to side shaking motion rather than the bobbing motion Tayla had resorted to earlier. Then she replaces her cotton thong while still squatted and stands up to drop her dress back into place, barring me the opportunity of a view into her nether regions. Shame. 

She happily jumps out of the corner and I make my way in to take care of business. While I do, Kiera holds onto the corner of the dumpster and wipes the pee off her shoes and legs as Tayla and I laugh playfully at her. 

I finish up and we all make our way out of the alley and back across the road. As we’re leaving, there’s another young girl entering the lane by herself, obviously going in for the same reason we did but we don’t acknowledge it. 
 

*The sighting ends here*

 

We rejoin our place in the line and as we arrive back, Giselle asks the girls “where’d you go?”. “To pee” Tayla says, to which Giselle replies “oh” casually. 

We don’t speak of it any further after this and we end up being in line for another 45 minutes, during that time I notice many other pretty ladies heading down that alley for presumably the same reason. 

When we finally get into the club, I end up spending most of the night with this new group of friends that we’ve formed. Introducing them to my friend group and all together partying the night away. 

Unfortunately for me, at around 23:30 when I asked Tayla if she had anyone to kiss at midnight, she informed me that she in fact had a boyfriend - what a kick in the guts that was. 

After hearing this, I turn my attention to one of the girls from the first group who I know is single and thankfully secure myself a cheeky pash at midnight. We later continued the party at my place, but I won’t get into that here. Suffice to say, it was a great way to start the new year.  

As the club closes at 4am, we see the hundreds of drunk people pour out into the street and hail Cabs and Ubers. At least 50% of them duck down into alleys and lanes to relieve themselves. One daring girl even squatted in the kerb next to her Uber and squeezed out a quick 6 second pee right across from us. I don’t think she even had underwear on as it was so quick. 

Skip forward to the next morning and I successfully slid into Tayla’s DM’s, continuing our cheeky banter and arranging to meet up with friends for drinks a few days after. Some of her friends from that night and some of mine all met up at a local lawn bowls club and enjoyed an afternoon of bowls, beers and banter. 

I had a chance to meet Tayla’s boyfriend there who, to be honest, is kind of a dick, and he’s not that pretty either. It’s hard to understand how he pulled a girl like her. 

I’m still really interested in Tayla but I respect that she’s taken at the moment, so I’ll just sit on the sidelines for now, but we have been in regular contact and seen each other since then to hopefully organise another outing between groups and remain friends…… At least for the time being. 

Apologies for this one being so long, everyone. It was just such a great night for me and I wanted everything to be set up in context and get across every little detail to you that I could remember. 

Don’t worry, this long one was just a once off. I’ll keep the next one brief and then after that we’ll be back to the normal length. 
 

~PeeWatcher1 

Edited January 30, 2022 by PeeWatcher1

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On 1/29/2022 at 10:23 AM, PeeWatcher1 said:

Don’t worry, this long one was just a once off. I’ll keep the next one brief and then after that we’ll be back to the normal length.

Please don't worry about length. Short is good, Long is good. Just take the time to describe what went on without feeling the need to summarize or pad.

[Alfresco 11,639]

Absolutely don't worry about length.  That was a fabulous account of a superb sighting and the background and lead up helped really set the scene.

You did an amazing job there of lining up the sighting with the bonus of getting two for the price of one!   By introducing the need to pee yourself, you opened up the invitation without saying so much.   The girls still had the option to leave you to go and pee and then go themselves afterwards, very interesting that they decided to come with you, a complete stranger until a short time previously, to expose themselves fully in front of you.   I don't know whether they felt safety in numbers or whether it was all part of the flirting, or whether they were just desperate and didn't want to wait another minute once you had suggested it.

If you hadn't suggested your own need to pee, I wonder whether they would have held it until they got inside or whether they would have eventually have gone anyway.   But you were right to suggest it, because if they had come up with it first and had said they were going to pee, it may have looked more weird if you had said that you were going to go too.  I guess you could still have said something like "I really need to pee too, do you mind if I come with you or shall I wait for you to come back?"

I absolutely love the details that you included, so please don't skimp on that, if you can remember the details, it is great to include them.  I always find that it is difficult to record and/or remember details of sightings - especially if I have several in quick succession and often it is too dark to see some of the details.   I try to record at least some pertinent points, but I've never managed the level you have given here.

You mention that lots of other people used that alley and others during the queuing and after kick out.  It sounds like that would be a great place to go for sightings in the future and hopefully you can let us know if you are successful in being in that area in future.  Thanks again!

 

[PeeWatcher1 278]

On 2/1/2022 at 12:46 AM, Alfresco said:

I don't know whether they felt safety in numbers or whether it was all part of the flirting, or whether they were just desperate and didn't want to wait another minute

I think it was the latter. Tayla would’ve probably just come alone with me had Kiera not mentioned she also had to pee.
Also, prior to us going, we had seen 3 other people/groups go off obviously to find a place to pee, so they probably felt comfortable knowing everyone else was doing the same thing. 

 

On 2/1/2022 at 12:46 AM, Alfresco said:

a complete stranger until a short time previously, to expose themselves fully in front of you

I think this was purely because our inhibitions were a lot lower on account of us being intoxicated. And it’s not like Tayla was trying to show off her goods to me but she also wasn’t trying to hide them. I think she just didn’t care. Keira though was a lot more careful not to expose much of herself. 
 

On 2/1/2022 at 12:46 AM, Alfresco said:

I wonder whether they would have held it until they got inside or whether they would have eventually have gone anyway.

Tayla would not have been able to hold it for much longer. 5, 10 mins tops and then she would’ve wet herself, judging by the torrent she unleashed as soon as she squatted down.   
Kiera might’ve been able to wait. Her’s was more of an opportunistic pee rather than a desperate pee. But I’m glad she tagged along and relived herself anyway. 

 

On 2/1/2022 at 12:46 AM, Alfresco said:

I guess you could still have said something like "I really need to pee too, do you mind if I come with you

They were the type of girls where even if this was the case, they totally wouldn’t have minded me tagging along with them, but me preempting them made it a whole lot smoother  

 

On 2/1/2022 at 12:46 AM, Alfresco said:

It sounds like that would be a great place to go for sightings in the future

Mmm, I wish so too but unfortunately this was likely a one time thing because it was NYE. Crowds that large that late at night are a rarity.
Typically, this club will stagger its close, meaning they close the bar first, then the upstairs levels, the mezzanine and finally the main stage. This means after around 2am, people will already start dispersing. In this case, everything closed at 4am and security ushered everyone out into the street to fend for themselves. So it was really just this one off that we had hundreds of people at the same time walking the streets filled with alcohol and needing to pee. 
 

Don’t fear though! I have plenty more stories from times I’ve gone into the city purely to get sightings at similar type locations. 

[PeeWatcher1 278]

The time the door wouldn’t close

A brief but nice sighting today. This happened last week so it’s still fresh in my mind. 

It was last Thursday afternoon and I had just parked my car in the relatively empty council parking lot behind the supermarket, ready to go and do my shopping. 

I notice a pale, early-20s, dark haired girl in jeans and a crop top making her way over to the “Exeloo” automated public toilet on the edge of the carpark. She’s walking at a fairly brisk pace - a sign of desperation perhaps. 

As she arrives at the toilets, the electric sliding door is already open and has been this whole time – I think it’s jammed. There is a second, fully operational cubicle right next to it but she settles for this one. 

She hurries in and slams her hand on the “close door” button twice in quick succession to no avail, so the door remains open. 

She doesn’t seem to care though, so she steps over and lifts the toilet seat up then turns around and lowers her acid wash jeans and drops to a medium-high squat position over the toilet bowl and stares straight ahead outward. 

Where I am parked in the row of empty cars is perfectly inline with the cubicle so I can see her straight on from about 8m away. 

Her jeans are at mid-thigh but I can clearly see a stream coming down and landing somewhere in the bowl. My car door was already slightly ajar as I was getting out so I can vaguely hear the stream hitting the water, though it is dampened by the classical music that these “Exeloo’s” seem to blast out for ambience. 

Just as she’s begun peeing, a guy with his kid walks past the toilet block. As he passes in front, he briefly glances up towards where the music was coming from and sees the girl, but then looks away. She just looks forward and kept peeing unfazed. 

Conveniently for me, the “Exeloo” is in the direction that I need to walk to get to the supermarket, so I slowly get out, lock my car and start heading over. 

As soon as she sees me, she looks downwards at the floor while finishing up her pee. She rips a piece of toilet paper out of the dispenser and reaches between her legs to wipe before dropping the tp into the bowl. 

In-between wiping and pulling her pants up, we make eye contact for a brief millisecond but she remains expressionless. 

Then she tugs up her jeans (sans underwear, it appears) and storms out while still doing up her buttons and fly. Notably, she hasn’t flushed the toilets nor has she washed her hands. 

She briskly walks away with her arms crossed, back towards the supermarket where she came from and where I’m heading. I pass her again in an aisle in the shop with her boyfriend, but neither of us acknowledge each other. 

I always seem to get these nice sightings when I’m least expecting it. 

 

~ PeeWatcher1

[Carb0nBased 647]

On 1/29/2022 at 1:23 AM, PeeWatcher1 said:

Apologies for this one being so long, everyone. It was just such a great night for me and I wanted everything to be set up in context and get across every little detail to you that I could remember. 

Don’t worry, this long one was just a once off. I’ll keep the next one brief and then after that we’ll be back to the normal length. 
 

~PeeWatcher1 

You're WAY more social and outgoing than I am. I have occasionally started conversations with strangers in bars before, but not being a "party person" I wouldn't have much if anything to make small talk about with city club crowds. I've also never met a stranger in a bar who I later made out with or anything like that.

[Alfresco 11,639]

Brilliant sighting in the EXELOO.  She must have been seriously desperate to do that rather than try the other toilet.

[PeeWatcher1 278]

The time in the romper

For those who don’t know, a romper is what we call a playsuit or a jumpsuit. Basically the one piece outfit that women wear, typically composing of a top and shorts or pants all connected to each other. 

This was early on in my watching days, probably at the height of the rompers fashion trend. It’s Friday night and I’m at my usual spot. Unfortunately Fridays are usually my slow nights so there hasn’t really been any notable activity yet. 

I see a group of young ladies emerge atop the staircase in front of me. They’re chatting and laughing and having a good time. I think they might be waiting for an Uber. After a while I notice one girl break away from the group and head down the stairs. She’s obviously going for a pee. 

She’s a girl with a slightly darker complexion and black hair. She’s wearing an all black outfit with short sleeves and long pants - it appears to me to be a romper. She has a gold belt in the centre. Because it has long pants, I know this is going to be a challenge for her. 

She gets to the bottom of the stairs and turns left to an empty space intended for motorcycle parking, out of sight from the road above. There’s nobody else in the carpark so to her it would look as though the coast is clear. 

She first removes her gold belt, placing in on the low brick wall next to her before sliding her arms out of the top portion of the romper and lowering a zip on the left side. As she removes the top half of the outfit, her breasts immediately become exposed for the world to see (not that anyone else is around to see). Her breasts are perfectly plump and round - about the size of some small rockmelons (cantaloupe) - with some perky, pink nipples. 

She then lowers the romper all the way down to her thighs exposing her grey lacey underwear. Then she lowers her underwear which appears to be a thong and drops into a low squat position. As she’s squatting, she lifts the top portion of the romper from her knees to her chin to shield her breasts from sight. 

The stream appears almost immediately. It comes out at a rapid rate and splashes the tarmac in front of her feet. As she pees, she continues to look to her right at the staircase to make sure nobody is coming down. I use this as an opportunity to get out of my car and reposition myself to the footpath to my left to make it look like I’m just walking past. 

I head towards her looking down at my phone but watching her in my periphery. I can hear the splattering of liquid on the ground. I glance up once and she has seen me coming. She begins hastily pulling her underwear up while in a high squat position. She’s put the top part of the romper in her mouth to hold to try to hide her naked torso but because she is leaning forwards, I can clearly see in from the side angle. 

As I approach the stairs and where she is, I look again at her. She’s slipping her arms back into the top portion of the romper. She says to me “sorry”, I reply back “it’s fine” as I pass her. As I’m passing and she’s putting her right arm back into the arm hole, the whole left side of the chest portion of the romper drops and her left breast is fully exposed right as I look at her again. “Fuck”, she mutters as she quickly covers her breast with an open left hand and looks up to see if I’ve seen. 

I give a small smirk but don’t say anything as I continue walking. She looks back down and manages to get the romper back on properly.

The puddle that’s formed below her is already starting to flow off towards the base of the steps and where I have to step. I make a point of looking down at the river of pee to avoid it and say quietly “whoa”, to which she again says “sorry”. 

I start walking up the stairs and she follows about 10 steps behind. I stop on the half way point and turn to walk back down feigning that I’d forgotten my wallet. The real reason for this though was because I believe I had seen the early stages of another sighting happening nearby. 

At least now I get a close up look at her face. She’s one of the more attractive darker skinned ladies that I’ve seen. We again make eye contact and I wish her a good night. “You too”, she replies. 

I walk back down past her puddle which has now pooled at the base of the staircase and head back towards my car but sure enough my instincts were right. There’s a couple that’s just heading over towards a clearing between some shrubbery. 

Another good sighting begins now but that’s a story for another day. 

 

~ PeeWatcher1

Edited April 3, 2022 by PeeWatcher1

[PeeWatcher1 278]

The time at the train station

Here’s a recount from another pure luck sighting. This took place on a Wednesday night, around 11pm. 

I’m at a CBD underground train station (similar to New York’s subway or Londons tube stations). I’m seated at the back half of the platform which has only maybe 15 other people on it at the moment. 

It’s a middle-of-the-week night so all the other people on the platform are business type people going home from work. All of which have headphones in and are consumed by whatever they’re doing on their phones or laptops. 

I too am sitting there playing on my phone but without any headphones in. So when a group of 3 young ladies come clambering down the escalator behind me, it immediately gets my attention. 

I hear them before I can see them. The platform is relatively quiet but I can hear these young women speaking with loud, excited and obviously inebriated voices. They speak about the bar they’ve just spent the night at and a group of “hot guys” they’d met, the sound of their high heels clip-clopping down the metal escalator fills the air. As they reach the bottom of the escalator which is to my left, I turn my head to see what they look like. 

It’s a group of 3 young (I’d say 20 years old), dirty blondes, all dressed for a night out. 2 are wearing slim, knee length dresses, 1 has a gold sash draped over her torso that reads “Birthday Girl”, and the last blonde is in high waisted white jeans and a black, boho type midriff top. 

The group make their way over to a seat about 2 seats up from me (10m away), and sit down to continue their boisterous conversation. The train is still 16 minutes away so they chat loudly and show each other things on their phone as time passes. Everyone else on the platform is preoccupied or has headphones on so no one takes notice of them, except me. 

Some time passes and I consider looking over and wishing them a happy birthday and initiating a conversation. Just as I’m considering this, I hear the birthday girl blurt out “I need to pee”. I’m now quickly invested in their conversation and I listen in closely. 

The birthday girl’s statement is immediately followed by “Yeah, I have to pee too” by the girl in white jeans. The 3rd girl (who doesn’t have to pee) replies to both “Can’t you wait? I don’t want to go up[stairs] again”. The birthday girl looks up towards the destination board which shows the train is still 7 minutes away. “No, I can’t” she replies. 

The 3rd girl is visibly frustrated at the thought of having to go all the way back up to the concourse and then hurry back down for their train. She leans all the way forward in her seat and looks up and down the platform. We meet eyes for a brief second. She looks to her left towards the end of the platform which has a wall and then a thin strip of platform continues about 3 metres past it on each side to allow for drivers to get on and off the trains. 

On the corner of that wall, there’s a little blue sign with a small white glyph on it that’s indistinguishable from this far away. She points towards it and says to the other 2 girls “Is that a toilet over there”. The 2 girls heads turn in unison, “Is it” the birthday girl asks. “Yeah, it is” replies 3rd girl. 

It’s definitely not - there’s no toilet on any platforms and that’s a well know fact so I’m not sure if she’s too drunk to think or if she was insinuating something else. The sign is for a ventilation and electrical switchboard room which you enter via a locked door inside a small alcove just behind the wall that’s accessible via that small strip of platform. 

I’m watching this exchange in my periphery and I notice that white jeans girl who has to pee gives a sort of distrustful glare towards the 3rd girl. Almost like she knows there’s no toilet over there. “Go over there” says 3rd girl. “Let’s go look” says the now standing birthday girl who tugs on jeans girl’s arm. She begrudgingly obliges. 

The birthday girl sort of speed walk/runs over as jeans girl follows behind. The 3rd girl remains seated watching on. As birthday girl arrives at the alcove, she pulls on the door. I can hear that, one, she’s realised it’s not a toilet and, two, it’s not opening. 

Birthday girl pops out from behind the wall again and stands with her left hand on her hip and her right is by her side holding her phone which has the torch light on. She yells out to jeans girl “It’s locked”. White jeans girl stops and turns to look back at the 3rd girl who shrugs her shoulders. Jeans girl then continues towards birthday girl who I see do a small pee dance while pushing down on her bladder to signify to jeans girl that she’s busting. 

White jeans girl arrives and disappears behind the wall with her friend. I hear more tugging on the door before silence. Jeans girl steps out from behind the wall and casually leans on the corner with her arms crossed looking back towards the 3rd girl. 

I now look directly up at what’s going on and catch white jeans girl nodding her head at the 3rd girl who then looks over at me and sees me looking at them. I nod my head as if to say “good evening” and the 3rd girl’s head whips back towards jeans girl who continues nonchalantly guarding the corner. 

The silence is quickly broken by a faint trickling sound coming from their direction. I continue watching from my periphery but it’s obvious to me what’s happening. Birthday girl has decided to squat and pee on the floor in the alcove. 

I’ve been curious and stuck my head around that wall before. It’s about a 1m square dark alcove with a large locked door and no light or CCTV camera above it. The floor — like the platform — is a dirty white tile and there’s always a vague stench of urine in there. Once, I noticed a crumpled up fast food napkin there but couldn’t do anything as there were other people around. It seems to be a notorious pee corner for both men and women. 

Anyway, the faint trickling continues but is interrupted by a small squeal let out by birthday girl. White jeans girl looks back to see what’s happening. I see 3rd girl look over at me to see if I’m looking but I’m not - at least not that she knows of. I really wish I could “stumble” across this and see what was happening close up but it would be so blatantly obvious what I was doing so I remain seated pretending to be distracted by my phone. 

The trickling lasts about 15-18 seconds. As it stops, jeans girl turns and steps back behind the wall briefly. Both girl then step out of the alcove as birthday girl is still flattening down her dress. White jeans girl then hands her small bag to birthday girl and steps into the alcove. 

Birthday girl takes up a stance right in front of the alcove looking back down on jeans girl who I assume is now squatting down. Birthday girl gives a relieved double thumbs up at 3rd girl who’s looking over at them and gives one back. 

The sound of liquid splashing is a lot more faint with jeans girl and is barely audible, but I know what I’m hearing. Birthday girl is now happily standing there putting her hair up in a bun and chatting down towards jeans girl as she pees. 

As the sound of white jeans girl’s stream subsides, birthday girl already begins walking away back towards the seat. Jeans girl now reappears from behind the wall still doing her zipper and button up. “Oi wait, Cara!” she screams out at the birthday girl who turns and stops to wait. 

Both girls continue back together and take a seat next to their friend, seeming not mentioning to her what they’ve just done although I suspect she already knew. All 3 resume their boisterous chatter until the train arrives some minutes later. 

As the train pulls into the station, the girls get up and make their way to the edge of the platform ready to board. I do the same. As the doors open, all 3 get onboard and make their way to a seat. I wait until I see them get on before stepping away from the train and carefully concealing myself from view behind a large pillar. The doors close and the train pulls away. 

The platform is now completely empty, so I make my way over to the alcove to inspect the scene left behind by the peeing girls. As soon as I approach the corner, the smell of urine hits my nose. 

I round the corner and look into the space. It’s fairly dark but I can see light shimmering off the puddles on the floor. I turn on my phones torchlight and am greeted by 2 puddles on the ground. One in each corner but joining together at the back against the door. 

The puddle in the left corner — who I assume belongs to the birthday girl — is substantially bigger and I can see the outline of where her feet were. The puddle in the right corner is smaller but has more of a yellow hue to it. 

It’s quite a cool and moist environment down in these underground stations, so these puddles will likely take a long time to evaporate, unless they’re cleaned beforehand which I doubt they will be. 

So this was an interesting end to a Wednesday night. Another unexpected sighting in an unlikely spot but I’ll take it. 

 

~ PeeWatcher1 

[PeeWatcher1 278]

The time with the bucket

At the point of this sighting, I’d been doing pee sightings for just over 4 years and in that time, you notice similar traits that all girls do, such as using whatever they can to make their pee easier eg. sitting on the kerb, leaning on a wall, even sitting on the front bumper of a car to pee. I always think to myself what can I do to aid in their peeing experience. Anyway…

One day I’m walking through Kmart, and I see that they sell 9L white plastic buckets for $1 each. I buy 2 not really knowing what to do with them yet. Later in the week, I’m driving to one of my secondary locations and I think well why don’t I sit a bucket out and see if anyone pees in it? No harm in it and this particular location I’m heading to always has rubbish lying around on the floor so a random bucket won’t look out of place here. 

I park on the ground floor of the multi story carpark, in a space that is directly across from the spot that everybody stops to pee at. It’s supposed to be a bike storage locker but no one ever uses it for that. It has a strong stench of urine that wafts out as you go near it. It’s undercover so it never sees rain and is rarely cleaned by the council. I can go to it at any time on any day and find at least one pee puddle. It really is the go-to spot in the immediate area. 

I get out and walk over into it, I can see that a lady has already peed here recently as the puddle is still foamy. I place the bucket in the corner of the space and return to my car unsure of what effect it will have. 

Within minutes the first woman arrives and goes into pee. I can see her squatting just inside the space shooting a torrent of pee out onto the non-porous concrete floor. Unfortunately she’s chosen against using the bucket, opting instead to keep eye contact with her friend who stands guard just outside. 

She finishes and quickly pulls her brown corduroy pants back up without wiping, and both women promptly leave. These are the kind of sightings I’m used to at this location so I am already content with that. 

Around 15 minutes pass and I see the next person appear. She’s probably around 30 and looks to be of Mediterranean background. Brunette/black hair, medium build and height, plump round butt. She’s wearing a leopard print top that’s slightly untucked from her black leather pants, and black heel boots. She enters the pee spot as if she’s used it before, stopping to hang her bag on the gate, and then beginning to unbutton her pants. She’s looking around at the ground so I suspect she will just squat down but then she makes a move into the corner. She lowers her pants and black traditional briefs underwear and sits down on the bucket exactly as if it were a toilet. 

The reason I like this location is because as long as there are no trains passing behind, it is very quiet so I can always hear the pee splashing onto the ground. In this case, I can quite clearly hear the hissing of pee into the bucket as if it were an echo chamber. First hitting the side of the bucket, then trickling into the liquid below. The pee lasts for around 15 seconds. She’s sat probably the same way she would sit on her toilet at home with her legs slightly apart and her hands joined leaning forward on her knees. Her pants have fallen to her feet and her underwear is around her knees. She looks straight forward as if she’s contemplating something. 

As she finishes, she stands up to a high squat position and shakes left to right rapidly for a second before penguin waddling over to her bag that’s hung on the gate to get a tissue out. As she stands there searching, her pants are still at her feet and her underwear has dropped to her calf’s. I can clearly see her vagina. It’s not shaved or waxed just neatly trimmed down to a dark stubble. She finds a tissue and wipes thoroughly, probably having about 5 or 6 passes with it. I notice she’s wiping from the back to the front- Isn’t that a no no? 

She rolls the used tissue up into a ball with both hands and throws it into the bucket before replacing her black briefs and reaching down to pull up her leather pants. She grabs a lip gloss out of her bag and stands for a minute applying it, before getting her phone out and heading back towards the direction where she came from. 

I head over to inspect the scene and find the bucket filled to about halfway below the 1L line. The bubbly yellow liquid has that distinct smell of alcohol pee. 

I leave the bucket filled in the hopes that the next person will see someone has already peed in it and use it also. After some missed opportunities, it is again utilised that night. 

I’ve only taken the bucket out a handful of times over the past 2 years, preferring instead to see puddles on the concrete, but every time I do, it does get used at least once in the night. 

**Disclaimer: I never do anything with the pee inside the buckets besides take a photo of it and then discard it into a garden bed. 

 

~ PeeWatcher1

[Kupar 13,341]

1 hour ago, PeeWatcher1 said:

The time with the bucket

At the point of this sighting, I’d been doing pee sightings for just over 4 years and in that time, you notice similar traits that all girls do, such as using whatever they can to make their pee easier eg. sitting on the kerb, leaning on a wall, even sitting on the front bumper of a car to pee. I always think to myself what can I do to aid in their peeing experience. Anyway…

One day I’m walking through Kmart, and I see that they sell 9L white plastic buckets for $1 each. I buy 2 not really knowing what to do with them yet. Later in the week, I’m driving to one of my secondary locations and I think well why don’t I sit a bucket out and see if anyone pees in it? No harm in it and this particular location I’m heading to always has rubbish lying around on the floor so a random bucket won’t look out of place here. 

I park on the ground floor of the multi story carpark, in a space that is directly across from the spot that everybody stops to pee at. It’s supposed to be a bike storage locker but no one ever uses it for that. It has a strong stench of urine that wafts out as you go near it. It’s undercover so it never sees rain and is rarely cleaned by the council. I can go to it at any time on any day and find at least one pee puddle. It really is the go-to spot in the immediate area. 

I get out and walk over into it, I can see that a lady has already peed here recently as the puddle is still foamy. I place the bucket in the corner of the space and return to my car unsure of what effect it will have. 

Within minutes the first woman arrives and goes into pee. I can see her squatting just inside the space shooting a torrent of pee out onto the non-porous concrete floor. Unfortunately she’s chosen against using the bucket, opting instead to keep eye contact with her friend who stands guard just outside. 

She finishes and quickly pulls her brown corduroy pants back up without wiping, and both women promptly leave. These are the kind of sightings I’m used to at this location so I am already content with that. 

Around 15 minutes pass and I see the next person appear. She’s probably around 30 and looks to be of Mediterranean background. Brunette/black hair, medium build and height, plump round butt. She’s wearing a leopard print top that’s slightly untucked from her black leather pants, and black heel boots. She enters the pee spot as if she’s used it before, stopping to hang her bag on the gate, and then beginning to unbutton her pants. She’s looking around at the ground so I suspect she will just squat down but then she makes a move into the corner. She lowers her pants and black traditional briefs underwear and sits down on the bucket exactly as if it were a toilet. 

The reason I like this location is because as long as there are no trains passing behind, it is very quiet so I can always hear the pee splashing onto the ground. In this case, I can quite clearly hear the hissing of pee into the bucket as if it were an echo chamber. First hitting the side of the bucket, then trickling into the liquid below. The pee lasts for around 15 seconds. She’s sat probably the same way she would sit on her toilet at home with her legs slightly apart and her hands joined leaning forward on her knees. Her pants have fallen to her feet and her underwear is around her knees. She looks straight forward as if she’s contemplating something. 

As she finishes, she stands up to a high squat position and shakes left to right rapidly for a second before penguin waddling over to her bag that’s hung on the gate to get a tissue out. As she stands there searching, her pants are still at her feet and her underwear has dropped to her calf’s. I can clearly see her vagina. It’s not shaved or waxed just neatly trimmed down to a dark stubble. She finds a tissue and wipes thoroughly, probably having about 5 or 6 passes with it. I notice she’s wiping from the back to the front- Isn’t that a no no? 

She rolls the used tissue up into a ball with both hands and throws it into the bucket before replacing her black briefs and reaching down to pull up her leather pants. She grabs a lip gloss out of her bag and stands for a minute applying it, before getting her phone out and heading back towards the direction where she came from. 

I head over to inspect the scene and find the bucket filled to about halfway below the 1L line. The bubbly yellow liquid has that distinct smell of alcohol pee. 

I leave the bucket filled in the hopes that the next person will see someone has already peed in it and use it also. After some missed opportunities, it is again utilised that night. 

I’ve only taken the bucket out a handful of times over the past 2 years, preferring instead to see puddles on the concrete, but every time I do, it does get used at least once in the night. 

**Disclaimer: I never do anything with the pee inside the buckets besides take a photo of it and then discard it into a garden bed. 

 

~ PeeWatcher1

This is very public-spirited of you 😊

[BlindListener 152]

PeeWatcher1, thank you for sharing your bucket story back on May 18, would you write about your other times of making the bucket available?

[Good Man 29]

wow i really like your story
and i like the sound of that girl pee