The99Club: a life of sightings and other pee related stories

[The99Club 351]

With inspiration from @Alfrescoand @Big Bearand now this week @peewatcher I have decided to make a thread about my sightings, near misses, experiences, and thoughts.  To set the scene, my interests in all things real, never staged. So I enjoy outdoor peeing plus genuine desperation and accidents. I'm a bit of a voyeur in ways that extend beyond this forum. Casual discussion about peeing, having to pee, peeing techniques and whatnot -- I'm here for that. And with the rise of genuine voyeur videos that show women in the bathroom, I am completely fascinated by different methods, stances, and whatnot that women use when they are in the "privacy" of their own bathroom.

There may be an occasional time when a story gets repeated but I will try my best to avoid that and/or keep those more brief.  My aim will be to share hot stories but also to try and explore and explain some of my motivations and evolution.

I can't remember exactly when I was first taken by the notion of a woman having to pee, but I do know it has been there ever since I can remember. It may have been being in a bathroom stall with my mother and seeing her hover over the seat and pondering how different it was. It may have been the girl in Kindergarten who was too shy to ask for the bathroom so after shaking the desk for a short time, stood up and peed in her skirt right next time. There was my friend down the block who randomly walked into the bathroom and peed with the door open. And the babysitter who let me join her in the bathroom and who already had the bush.

All that said I believe the pee fetish is something I was born with. It's why I was so taken by all of these things, why I asked the girls in the neighborhood--often with success--to pee through their bathing suits or in their pants. And why I knew about the time my babysitter peed in her pants. I used to spend time looking for the why, but I have grown to instead manage the urges and satisfy them as best I can. To that end, name any female in my life and I can tell you something about their peeing habits. Every friend, family member, co-worker, partner, and acquaintance not to mention random women from trains, beaches, and other places I have frequented, all hold a place in my memory bank. Even if memory is that they rarely peed or never, ever mentioned it when they did, the mental rolodex is full.

It was probably best that my high school was all boys because I'm not sure I could have handled myself at that age if there were co-eds running around sometimes needing to pee. As it was the ladies bathrooms were all locked and female teachers carried keys to get themselves in. That led to some occasional issues. Once I remember a cheerleader from a visiting school trying unsuccessfully to get into the bathroom after a basketball game and telling her coach, "okay we have a major problem" as she folded herself together and sat on a nearby bench. A female teacher came soon thereafter and got her off the hook. One year no one unlocked the ladies rooms for graduation and three extremely desperate girls began to panic as they pushed on the locked door. One of them said, "If I pee in my pants..." before a sympathetic student arranged for them to use a faculty bathroom.

I will start my tales with three memorable days from the same year early in college. College was a game-changer. There were girls, often drunk, and more than sometimes using the boys bathrooms. But these three incidents were the ones that that really set me off and on my way...

 

[The99Club 351]

THREE DAYS THAT CHANGED MY LIFE

I sort of left a girl back home when I went away to college and toward the end of the year (we were both 18) she finally decided to come visit me.  Her name was Michelle and her mom was very conservative so she flew up for the day. I did not have a car so a friend of mine picked her up at the airport and dropped us off in town where we had lunch and then walked back to my dorm. I lived at the far end of campus so on the way there we stopped so I could show her around the building where most of my classes were. Keep in mind that although I was fully into the fetish I had zero thought that anything would happen on this day. But as we passed by the bathrooms in a nearly empty building and I said I was going to go.

"I have to go to the bathroom too," she said, following me into the men's room. My heart began to race as I walked over to the urinal and she went into the one stall. But no sooner did she walk in than she walked back out and said, "It's handicapped. It's too high for me." I had not started to pee yet so I zipped up and followed her. "Fine," I said, suddenly feeling brazen. "Then I'm coming to the ladies room with you."

Michelle was gorgeous. By most standards the most beautiful girl I ever dated. She was tiny, of South American decent with a perfectly pleasant face and straight, jet black hair that was a delight to run my hands through. On this day she wore black jeans with a belt and a relatively fancy white blouse. As she went into the ladies room I followed. She went into the first stall and I went into the second. Immediately I heard her undo her belt and zipper, pull down her pants, and start to pee a healthy stream. I became so excited I could barely pee myself and she actually asked me about it to which I made an excuse about being able to aim for the side of the bowl instead of the water. I wound up leaving my stall first and passed up an opportunity that still haunts me.

The stalls were metal and flimsy and there was a solid opening between the doors and the walls. I had an easy view of her, in whatever state she was in, as I came out of my stall and passed by, but out of respect for her I passed it up. It was surely the right thing to do, but more than 20 years later it still irks me that I would have potentially seen her mid stream (at some point later that day she acknowledged being a hoverer rather than a sitter) and passed it up.

A little later in the day she told me had to "go to the bathroom" and began to open her belt. I commented that she must really have to go and she said it was just saving time. I then told her she was going to have to come in the men's room with me. We went in the one on my floor but there were two other guys in there and she got nervous. So we went upstairs to another boys floor and went in that bathroom. Again she took the first stall and I took the second. We both started to pee but then she stopped and said, "Can you go away? I'm uncomfortable." I flushed and went to the sink and as soon as I flushed she relaxed and peed a much longer, much stronger stream than earlier. I remarked, "Wow, you did have to go." She did not respond to that.

I had to go to a meeting that night so my friend took Michelle back to the airport without me. On the way to my meeting I couldn't take it anymore and stopped in one of the public bathrooms to get it all off my mind. Michelle and I stayed in touch a few years after that and would sometimes reference that we peed in the same bathroom together. I even saw her undo her belt a few other times. But I was never again able to convince her to do anything besides pee in the bathroom, alone, with the door closed.

***

A few weeks after the Michelle incident I was studying late in the common room when Amy walked in. Amy was pretty with nice blond hair but had lips that were too big and a bad attitude. We were not friends, and in fact clashed often. It was a big room so we were staying out of each other's way but suddenly she asked me if I would say anything if she smoked, which was against the rules. I told her yes I would, mostly because I just didn't want her to. She protested and I told her that I would let it go if she peed in her pants. To my surprise she did not immediately say no, but I decided to up the ante and offered some other rewards (non-sexual) if she did it. Just as we were saying that, her roommate Bobbi came in. Bobbi was everything Amy was and more with better blonde hair, a prettier face and a nice, tight build. She was the kind of girl that other people would sometimes say to me, "Bobbi lives in your dorm?"  Amy said, "I'm going to pee in my pants for (said reward) what do you think?"

Bobbi more or less gave Amy the go-ahead and before I knew it Bobbi and I were negotiating for her to do the same. At this point Amy acknowledged that she sort of had to pee and Bobbi hustled back to her room and came back with a huge jug of water. Eventually Amy had to pee so we moved into the girls bathroom and she stepped into the shower. She was wearing tight black shorts--not ideal, but I couldn't believe this was about to happen. She stood in the shower trying to pee--but couldn't. She decided it might be better if she changed into boxers so she went to do that and came back. She remained a bit shy despite at one point saying, "I really have to pee too!" She eventually started to pee and after a few seconds it started to hit her boxers and leak out (she obviously had traditional panties on too) I don't think she ever got into full flow but she did in fact pee in her pants. She stood there saying she needed to take a shower but also sort of was taking it in stride.

Bobbi was next. She was wearing a longish white robe and apparently nothing else. She also stood in the shower, opened her legs, and quickly started to pee. A nice streak began to fall between her legs but then she started to get some splatter and started to freak out a little.  "Oh my god it's splashing on me. oh my god oh my god oh my god!" she yelled and she ran forward a bit and stopped peeing. I offered her a chance to go into one of the stalls and clean up which she took. Meanwhile Amy was still standing around in her wet panties and boxers. 

The three of us chatted for a a little longer on a night when the best intentions of studying took an obvious back seat. But there was one more nugget still to come. As the three of us walked slowly down the hall Bobbi stopped and I guess I missed what she said because Amy turned around and said, "No way you're not going to pee right here."  "I just have to go like two drops," Bobbi said. "I just want to see if I can do it." With that she stood with her legs open slightly wider than natural and sure enough a few drops of pee fell from between her legs onto the carpet."

***

I did not return to that college and by the end of that year, I was going to school locally and holding down a job at a local store. The store was mostly catered to the lower class and thus was the subject of lots of young kids who would come in and steal stuff. As the months went on I started to become a bit attached to the general protection of the place and its merchandise. A bonus is that the public was not allowed to use our bathroom which led to some occasional desperate customers and some solid dialogue about it. But on this day...the day before Christmas Eve, I pulled into our long driveway that was around the side of the building and led up to the back door. As I pulled in a woman was inching up near our dumpster. My defense mechanisms kicked in and I parked my car, got out and went to see what hijinks she was up to. 

As I approached, I heard something odd. I could not believe it. She was peeing! I picked up my pace and walked up on her. She was black, average sized, and wearing a black winter coat. As I approached she was in a low squat with dark blue jeans around her knees and peeing a healthy stream. For context, I had never seen a girl squat to pee before and as this was the earliest days of the Internet, I honestly did not even know what it looked like in practice. I literally stared in disbelief and she said, "I'm sorry!"

I continued to stare and she started to pull up her pants as her stream dissipated but hadn't fully stopped. "I'm sorry. I had to. I had to go." She finished pulling up her pants, turned around, and hustled back down the driveway much quicker than she had walked up it.

The bathroom at this store was fairly disgusting but I did what I had to do after seeing my first ever grown woman squatting to pee.

These three incidents changed my life. I have not been the same since. Much has happened since which I will continue to detail as time allows...

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[PeeWatcher1 278]

Appreciate the mention, @The99Club. 
 

Some great experiences so far, especially the first one with Michelle. What a great girl! 
 

I do wonder though what made her comfortable to pee in the stall next to you the first time but the second time she got “uncomfortable”? Maybe she just overthought it?

[The99Club 351]

I would guess either she overthought it like you said or kind of got a sense I was enjoying it and got nervous. I remember another time her telling me she would rather pee in her pants than pop a squat.

[The99Club 351]

STARTING TO USE THE INTERNET

As mentioned above, the Internet was just starting to find its legs during the year that changed my life. Soon after that I was using some of the old search engines to seek out pee content. I remember my first search was for "women and peeing" and I found a story about a young woman camping who at some point had to pee outside. At the time, a story like that was literal heavan.

I was also chatting on Prodigy. For those who don't remember or were not around, every Prodigy member had a 6-character ID that was not changeable. You could find people and just start chatting, and most began with "m/f?"

These chats were almost entirely anonymous and so I used them to start asking around about peeing. My first breakthrough came with an older woman who answered yes to my question about whether she had ever peed in her pants. She was going for an ultrasound that required the dreaded full bladder. When her exam ended she bolted for the ladies room to pee and change but she did not quite get there in time. Embarrassed, she took off her wet panties and left them behind. "I went home sans underwear," was a line she typed that I still remember.

Sometime later, I upped the ante. I used to ask people questions like "Is your bladder empty of full" or "Marriage/bladder status" After one particular girl told me she indeed had to pee, I asked if I could call her first. She agreed and sent me her number. I signed off (the connection was through the phone line then!) and called.

We began a very pleasant conversation and she confirmed that indeed she had to pee. At one point I said something funny and she responded with, "Don't make me laugh you're going to make me pee on myself." Of course I continued trying to make her laugh. I kept her on as she got more and more desperate and she eventually ran to the bathroom while we spoke and I heard her pee. We connected again once more and this time I pushed it even further. This time when she got desperate I asked her to just go stand in the doorway of her bathroom. She complied. She communicated that she was standing with her legs crossed and was again "about to pee on myself."

My next request was that she open her legs while I slowly counted to 5 and after that she could pee. Again she agreed and opened her legs as I started to count. I could tell she was desperate and after each number I asked for an update. At 3 she said very desperately, "I'm dripping!" At 5 she went to pee. We connected again online but she never again agreed to let me call her.

Over the years I spoke to many other women on the phone. Some are worth writing about, some aren't, and to be honest I'm not totally sure there is an appetite for reading about them (feel free to let me know if there is!) But I learned a lot about female peeing habits and experiences through these calls. And so many of them were damn hot.

***

I will add one more little phone call nugget. One memorable one was getting on with a married woman. She wound up calling me from the car which was a big deal at that time. And she had a friend with her. They both giggled like little kids as they told me their husbands were inside and would not be happy. I asked if they had to pee and they both said yes. They were still laughing. I asked if they were going to pee in their pants and one of them said "Probably." They pretty quickly hung up after that saying their husbands were going to find out. Oh what might have been...

[The99Club 351]

FIRST TIME HUNTER

I remember as a kid talking to my friend about driving around in the country and she mentioned that her aunt decided she couldn't wait anymore and stopped the car to get out and pee. I remember at the time I didn't understand how, as a female, she did it. I just genuinely had no idea how women peed outside. That all changed with the woman behind the dumpster at the store I worked in and then with the Internet, all sorts of new worlds began to open.

Closer to home, there was an event I attended every year that was continuing to grow. It was an indoor/outdoor event and as the crowds grew the bathrooms did not. There were not enough. In the few years after college I took note of this and would sometimes hang out near the ladies room and watch the lines, but mostly I tried my best to ignore it. The most memorable part of it was once year at the end a woman got in line and looked quite desperate. She stayed for less than 30 seconds and then went up stairs. I casually followed her up the escalator where she found a ladies room with no line.

Then one year, it all came together. For one, the day was perfect and the crowd overflowed. And for two, I decided to devote more time to it than ever before. Among the memorable happenings from the day were following three girls into the men's room and getting a quick peak at them between the stall doors and wall. I said to one of them, "You guys couldn't wait," and she just replied and said, "The line was too long." There were also several other instances of women dancing and bouncing and showing desperation, but they all made it at least to where the lie disappeared out of site. But two incidents from that day will stay with me forever.

At one point in the day I stood near the bathrooms, half paying attention and half paying attention to one of the nearby events. A woman went to the doorway of the men's room and just looked in there for a moment. She clearly wanted to go in but was clearly hesitant to do it.

She was probably in her 30s, average height and build with a darker complexion. She wore a knee length, olive colored dress with some white designs on it. As I approached she showed no visible signs of desperation.

"Looks like an emergency," I said. "Do you need some help."

"Can you come and watch for me?"

"What's the matter with the ladies room?" I asked.

"I've waited on three different lines and I can't wait anymore."

I told her I would help her but that we should go watch this event first. She grudgingly agreed and we stood near the bathroom waiting but eventually decided she just needed to go. "Okay," I said, "But then I'm coming all the way in with you.

The men's bathroom was small. There was a sink to the immeiately right, then two urinals, and two stalls. I held her hand as she tried not to make eye contact and we approached the first stall. The toilet was all clogged up. "Let's try the other one," I said quickly. We went to the second stall, went inside together and I locked it behind me.

The woman immediately lifted up her dress and lowered a pair of lacey white panties to about mid though, squatted, and began to pee. I couldn't really see much and it was nothing special for a pee but it definitely lasted for a while. I made some small talk about how bad she must have had to go and she finished and got out some toilet paper and wiped. After that she got out another piece of toilet paper and started to dab her panties. At that moment I noticed there was a small yellow spot on the inside of the panties indicating that she had not entirely made it to the bathroom.

I walked her out and tried to convince her to find me again next time she had to pee. She told me her name was Skye and jotted down a number but I think it was a fake. I never saw her again.

This was definitely a moment that I looked back on almost immediately and thought, "Did that really happen?" It most certainly did.
***
When the day was over and the mass exodus was underway I again stalked the ladies rooms and the one had a longer line than usual as the crowds headed closer to the exits. Two women, probably in their early 50s, got on the line, looked at each other, and one said, "Do you want to just pee by the car?" "Let's pee by the car," the other one said. They turned and found their one male companion exiting the men's room and the first one said, "We're going to pee by the car."

I decided I needed to see if I could watch. Remember, at this time in my life, seeing a woman pee outside was a complete novelty. The Internet was budding but this was before Youtube and all the other sites likely to post peeing videos, or really any videos. As they walked toward an exit, luck was on my side as they headed for the exit I was most familiar with. Of course I didn't know exactly where their car was but it was going to be a decent walk to get to where it even could be. I had to walk partly with them, partly behind them, and even partly ahead of them. It was quite crowded so keeping up was a bit of a challenge. But my heart was beating practically out of my chest and I was supremely focused on the task at hand.

At one point the path goes down a hill and then back up where the edge of the parking lot starts. At this point I was slightly ahead of them and I stopped as if to try and get my bearings and see where my car was. At this point I was completely comfortable that they had no idea I was there. And the I saw one of them head across the road to the cars. The other one quickly followed.

The three of them stopped at the car pretty close to the road and began to put some things away. I tried to keep them in my sights as I made my way slowly across the road. I caught them as one was running and pointing and the other followed, slipped between two cars and disappeared. This was my chance.

I hustled along and did my innocent turn between the cars. As I turned I walked up on them both squatting and peeing. The woman who went in first was in shorts and the second one, closer to me, in a skirt that was lifted up with panties down near her ankles. I quickly apologized and the one closer to me said, "Oh my god I'm sorry is this your car?!?!?!" Meanwhile the other woman quickly pulled up her shorts.

I walked a bit further to the end of the lot and turned back to pass them again. The woman in the dress was still squatted, seeming to now be pee shy. The other woman was standing nearby offering encouragement and at one point she took her hand and rubbed down one of her legs to suggest that she had gotten a good bit of pee on it/them. At that point the male was in their truck and driving toward me, angling his car in between me and the women. It was time to get the hell out of there.
***
There was one other brief moment I remember from the aftermath that day. I was wandering around looking for more squatters when a well-dressed group of three (two women/one man) came by where I was standing. One girl said to ther other, "Amy, just go. There isn't going to be anywhere else and look at this traffic. You may as well just go." I turned away so as not to be the reason she didn't pee and I heard the friend say, "He's not even paying attention, he doesn't care. Just go."

I waited a beat and turned back and saw Amy--who was on the young side with long, light brown hair--bent down squatting with everything hidden by a long dress. She stood up and moved, angling over to be a bit more hidden by an open car door. I could see but couldn't actually see anything. She eventually stood up, got herself back together and then got in their car and drove away. They were parked on grass so there was no real puddle or evidence of what had happened.

[The99Club 351]

HUNTING AT EVENT B

There was another event similar to the one that I referenced above only it was several hours out of town. It was one of those things I had long thought of going to but never got around to it. Then one day I was talking to a friend who had been there and he said: "But the most amazing thing was that when I got there, it was about 10 in the morning, and a girl got off a school bus, pulled her pants down, squatted down and took a piss." Then for emphasis he added, "It was 10 o'clock in the fucking morning!"

I decided I need to go. The first time I could get there was two years after the big event with the girl letting me in the stall with her. This one was entirely different -- and I must say I pretty much made a mess of the entire day. But there were some memorable moments and a lot of lessons learned. Since I will be repeating stories about both events, we will call this Event B. The prior event will be known as Event A.

The biggest difference between the events was that Event B had a major scene even before going inside. Throngs of people, some already drunk, gathered around outside either pregaming or just waiting to get through to the inside. This offered a few views of women who had to pee. At one point two girls emerged from a secluded area giggling and one of them said, "Yup. No shame!" This led me to believe they had just peed in the area. I stuck around to see if it would become a more common spot but no such luck.

When I finally decided to go in I picked up a couple a few places ahead of me in line. The girl was about 5'7 with cute, curly auburn hair a little off her neck. She was wearing blue jeans and a casual dark, short-sleeve top. And she was shaking her legs back and forth.

No sooner did she catch my eye than I heard her say, "Bathroom! I need a bathroom." The guy asked her if she was going to make it she half said, half whined, "I don't knowwww." I got the sense she was seriously desperate and not just complaining to be heard.

It briefly looked like they were going to peel off the line but then they went in and I followed with one small group in between us. Unfortunately the crowd was so thick I lost track of them by the time I got in. There were no bathrooms or porta potties immediately inside the entrance so my guess is she either sprinted toward one or darted east/west to find a place to squat.

From there I spent several hours inside and kept going back and forth between the real bathrooms and porta potties. The real bathrooms had very long lines but sadly nothing of note. The porta potties had minimal lines but more desperation. I heard a few girls complain about having to go bad and another who came out with a small spot midway down her skirt and complained to her friend she had bad aim. But overall there was just a lot of bladder tension with nothing to tell about. Or at least I wasn't savvy enough at that time to pick up on it.

I finally got a little but of action on my way out. There was obviously a lot of traffic getting out and I finally figured out where the parking lot was where a majority of the action was. As I was walking around darting between cars and buses, it finally happened. I turned around from the back of a bus and saw a young girl staring down toward the front tire.

"Sorry," she said. "We have a pee-er." I continued walking and as I did I saw her friend, dark hair and heavy set, squatted nervously by the front left tire of the bus with nothing happening. I kept going and my eyes/ears were drawn to a larger group of girls who appeared to be plotting a pee of their own.

"You're getting it all over your shoe," the guard of the squatted girl said, drawing my attention back their way. As I looked I had a perfectly clear view of the side of the squatted girl's rather large ass and could see a major torrent of pee hitting the gravel, occasionally splitting into several different streams and as the friend said, landing in parts on her shoes. Both the pee-er and the guard more far more concerned with others than me giving me a free and easy view. One of the distractions was a guy on top of the bus looking down and commenting. It appeared he may have known them.
***
As that one drew to a close I walked away and caught the other group, now with 4 or 5 girls circling around one. No sooner did they circle around than they dispersed, leaving a young girl wearing light blue jeans behind--and not happy.

"Wait up you guys, I have to go pee!" she shouted to no avail.

Boldly, I approached her and said: "I'll help you find a place to pee." She agreed and I said, "Come on!" I really had no idea where I was going or what I was doing but she followed me as I darted frantically between cars and buses. Then she suddenly stopped and said, "I have to pee," and the next thing I knew she was squatted right at my feet peeing. I apologized, but she obviously made the move, and I actually did do what I could to keep her shielded from passersby.

After a little while she pulled up her black panties and jeans and told me she wasn't actually done peeing but was okay. I tried to get her to finish but she persisted that she was okay. I got her name and then asked if she had peed in her pants at all and she said, "no" as if the idea of it was completely preposterous.
***
Moments after leaving that girl, I spotted the guard from the first girl standing behind a car with her hand on her belt and then think better of it and continue walking deeper into the parking lot.  I casually approached and asked her if she was going to pee. "Yeah but I'm just going to do it over there," she said, referring to no place in general. I let them go and then circled around some cars and found them again with her hand on her belt. She spotted me and thought better of it. I was not about to keep stalking them so I let it go. They beat me on that one.
***
The day came to an odd end. I saw a girl in the distance pull her pants down and squat between two cars. I walked in her direction but she was too far away to get any sort of good look. As I walked though I was distracted by a guy getting explosively angry at what appeared to be his girlfriend. It was typical drunken behavior only it was about as bad as anything I had ever seen. Several other random guys started circling around him and I quickly checked on the girl as she walked by sobbing but she just said she was okay and kept going. No peeing to report but it did sort of kill my vibe. And as you fellow hunters know, there is not much that can override a good vibe on this stuff.
***
When I got back to my car I had to wait as I had chosen a cheaper spot but one that was going to get blocked in. As I waited a girl near me said to her friends, "I have to pee so bad." There was a house across the street and she went across to ask to use their bathroom but came back without ever going in. I watched her and though she was quiet, there were no visible signs of desperation. Finally my car was clear and I went back to it only to notice it was about the only one left. I decided to take a shot and walked back.

"Sorry," I started, "but did you say you have to pee?"

"Oh my god I am dying," she said.

"Not sure if you're comfortable with this but my car is back there and I have some tissues so if you wanted to go back there and pee I'll make sure no one else sees."

Her demeanor perked up and for a minute I thought she was going to do it. One of the guys with her said something to her and she said something to the affect of, "I did but I chickened out of asking." She then walked across the street, actually asked to use the bathroom, and was let it.

I got in my car and drove off, satisfied but feeling like there was a lot more to be had from Event B.

[The99Club 351]

THE GOLDEN ROOFTOP

Event A was continuing to grow and the next year pulled in another record crowd. The lines at all of the ladies rooms were explosive and women were regularly in and out of the men's rooms. It was so common that it was almost difficult to enjoy.

I did get lucky in one sequence when I was in the bathroom and though details are fuzzy about how it developed, I found myself face to face with a woman nervously waiting for a stall. I asked her if she wanted me to guard the door for her when she went in, and to my surprise she said yes. So I decided to push my luck.

"You must really have to go to be in the men's room," I said. She just looked at me as if yo say yes but there were no words. "Have you already started to go a little?"

This woman was about mid-40s with short dark hair that made her look a bit older. She had on light yellow slacks. She looked at me with a look of utter embarrassment, hesitated, and said, "Yes I have."

The stall opened and, channeling the woman from a few years earlier that let me go in with her, I tried to do the same. Not surprisingly she was having none of it and offered to let me go first. I declined and let her go in and was able to see a bit in the gap. There was no actual evidence that she had started to go in her pants.

While Lady 1 was peeing, I turned my attention to Lady 2 of what were three waiting on the same stall. She was about the same age but much better looking with longer, staighter, dark hair and was wearing very nice-fitting jeans. Unfortunately when I spoke to her she ignored me and did not even look in my direction. But that didn't mean there wasn't any fun.

When Lady 2 got into the stall, I peered in the gap and saw that she had frantically slammed the door shut and then just as frantically reached to undo her jeans and get them down. She must have *really* had to go. She hovered over the toilet very well though and there was nothing to be seen.

I asked Lady 3 how bad she had to go and if she had also started to pee and she stared daggers at me and said: "You would like that wouldn't you?" I decided it was time to get out of dodge.
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There was an amazing twist to this day though. The lines for the bathrooms tended to shrink the higher up you went, but as the day went on, more and more women would seek out other bathrooms and the highest ones were still quite crowded. Every now and again I would just follow one into the men's room and see if I could get either a glimpse or some sort of conversational snippet. But all of a sudden, for some reason, a male guard posted at the doorway of one of the men's rooms and began to turn away women.

My attention was diverted elsewhere when I heard the unmistaken screech of a struggling female. I turned toward the men's room and saw one girl arguing with the guard and the other pulling her by the arm to move somewhere else. They went around the nearby corner to the stairwell with the one doing the tugging shouting, "Trust me!"

They went to the stairs and to my surprise went up, not down. As far as I knew there was nothing up and I had always assumed the stairs led to some sort of storage or office area. I followed them into the stairwell and up the stairs. As I started up, they reached the top, turned, and went up what was a second flight. As I kept going I arrived at the top of the first flight and turned to see them heading through a door and at a glance it appeared they were going somewhere outside.

Quickly but not too quick I went up the stairs and opened the door. I was on the roof! it was a vast roof with lots of blacktop and a few structures that were about shoulder height and I actually had no idea what they were. To the right were a whole bunch of pipes and other obstacles so the only clear path was left. I turned and went around the corner and saw nothing. But a split second later I saw a hand reach up onto one of the structures and place a beer on top. Score!

I made my way to the other side of the structure and turned innocently to find the two girls in full squat. On the right was a a girl with long brown hair who had denim shorts pulled down and as she peed kept saying, "Oh my god! Oh my god!" The other girl, to the left and closer to where I had turned, had dirt blonde hair and was wearing a soft blue dress. She asked me to go away.

"Are you peeing too?" I asked. She stared back at me and then stood up and I think she intended to his me or try to chase me but she couldn't stop herself from peeing and returned to the squatting position. Meanwhile, the first girl had finished peeing but was clearly not ready to pull up her shorts while I was standing there. They kept asking me to leave and I finally complied. I apologized and walked away.
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When I got back downstairs I left the area for a little while so as not to draw too much attention to myself but I knew I would be back. I spent a bunch of time right near that staircase later in the day and had a few more strokes of luck.

At one point two other girls went up the stairs and I followed. When I got to the top I saw them go two structures down and walked after them. Turning the corner, they were both squatted in mid-pee. I don't remember all the details except hat I apologized and one of them said, "It's totally fine. My fault," as she kept her head down. A bonus was that were were already two girls peeing behind the first structure which explains why those two went to the second. Going past them a second time one of them had stood up to pull her panties up but saw me and quickly threw her dress down over herself to block my view, leaving her panties around her calves until I passed.
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Later in the day, I encountered four girls near that staircase who were clearly looking for a bathroom. I engaged them and offered to take them to the roof where they could pee privately. I promised not to look and they jumped at the offer. I took them to the top and they walked off somewhere even beyond the second structure. I moved around a bit by the door to see if there was a view but wherever they went, it was far enough and I wanted to keep my word. But while they were off peeing another girl popped up, by herself. She was tall, as bit overweight, and extremely drunk. I asked her of she was looking for a bathroom and she said yes. So I told her there were already girls peeing up there.

"Oh yay," she said and headed behind the first structure. I was not about to follow her but I did move out to a wide angle. That compared to her not doing a great job hiding herself allowed me to see her lower her denim shorts just enough to get them out of the way and squat very high and start peeing a messy stream.

As I enjoyed the sites the other four emerged and started yelling at me not to look. It was something a bit more innocent as if they thought I didn't even realize what was going on--which is good news for me. The five of us chatted briefly and on exit one of them said to me, "I don't know who you are but you fucking rock."

As the four girls disappeared back through the door and down the stairs, another girl came out, alone. She turned right, became frustrated by the pipes, and then turned left. But instead of heading to hide behind the structures she kept walking around the part of the building that basically acted as a structure double the size. I waited and went to the side opposite the door. No sign. I went to the other side and there she was, squatted down low, pants around her knees, peeing a healthy stream.

"Something wrong with the ladies rooms?" I asked, not confident she would engage.

"Oh my god," she said. "Those lines. I couldn't wait on them anymore."

Her stream continued to be strong and steady and I was just standing there talking to her. "Must have really been an emergency," I said.  "Yeah it's an emergency," she replied.

As her stream began to fade I left the scene and went back downstairs.
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The only other action on that roof was a bit later when two girls went over where the most recent girl had peed and I got there too early. they basically asked me to leave so they could "go to the bathroom." I tried to wait them out but they won that battle.

What a day it was though. New horizons were opened, and my comfort level seeing girls squatting to pee was getting quite high.

[The99Club 351]

BEACH EXPERIENCES

 

One place that has always offered a mixture of excitement and frustration is the beach. The first time I remember thinking that the beach was a potential sighting spot was as a kid when I was there with my cousin and aunt. My cousin said she had to pee and my aunt said, "There is nowhere to go here. You're going to have to go over to the water and just...go."

I can't remember if it was too cold or if we were just too wimpy but we were not in the water that day and there were not many people around. After some protesting my cousin and aunt went to the water's edge and squatted. I stayed behind and could not tell who was peeing, but I do remember being enthralled by my aunt, a grown woman, squatting and peeing through her suit.

The thing about the beach is that it is one place where you KNOW people are peeing and often times doing it through their suits. Just walk up and down the shore line on a semi busy day and note how many women casually stroll to the water, and then get in gingerly, stay for about the time it would take them to pee, and then casually head back to their chairs and towels. Are some of them just going to cool off? Most definitely. But the knowledge I have gained over the years tells me that many of them are doing that strictly to pee.

Of course there are other ways and means of peeing on the beach. The beach I frequent used to have some high dunes and there was ample space back there to take care of business. And some will just go next to their towel. Still others will go in the water but not quite do enough to hide it.  Anyway, here are some of my more memorable beach experiences.
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My earliest memory was in my early 20s when I first started going to the beach just for exercise and ambience. I was wandering aimlessly (and innocently) one day when I saw a mid-20s girl in the distance get up off her towel and walk back to the other side of the dunes. This was still the point in my life where I wasn't really ever expecting any pee action, but I was blown away by what she may have been doing back there. I was a bit too far and a bit too scared to go see for myself, but I did inch closer and saw her come back patting down her skirt. After that I walked over the dunes myself and noticed the wet spot in the sand. She had indeed peed.
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Some years later I was walking by where there is a clothing-optional section. It was early in the season so there were some beachgoers but not too many people in the water. I was just casually walking and went by a group of about 5 women (there may have been some men too) stationed behind barriers near the top of the beach. As I passed them, two emerged from the barrier and began walking down toward the water. It was highly doubtful they were going for a swim. The only other reason I could think of for them to be heading to the water was to pee.

The good thing about this area of the beach is that it leads to nowhere so any place you turn around looks logical. I played it cool and slowly turned around, allowing the two women enough time to get into place. I very slowly walked past them again and angled my way down toward the water's edge. As I passed them there was a somewhat tall, average build woman with messy, light brown hair. She was facing the ocean with her legs open, clearly peeing, the stream falling out of her and into her right leg. The other woman, a bit younger/shorter/thinner, was standing sideways, also with legs open. I angled myself in several different ways but could not make out her stream.

After getting as much of a look as possible without being creepy I posted myself near the water. A few moments later the one whose stream I had seen took a step or so forward, reached into the water with her hands, and splashed herself with water. As she did that, the other woman bent down to just get her crotch into the water and out. And they jointly made their way back to their friends.
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Another time I was walking along the beach, also early in the season, and it was one of those days when I was trying to find things that were not there. I kept checking out small things that were pretty obviously nothing, and consequently missed a good sighting.

As I finished watching a random woman up by the dunes doing a whole lot of nothing, I saw in the distance a naked woman walking down toward the shore. It was painfully obvious she was going to pee but there was quite a bit of distance between us and not enough (any really) people so running to catch her was not an option.

I walked as quickly as I could and watched as she got to the sure and did the squat where she leaned back on her arms. There may have been enough room for me to get into the shallow water and look directly at her but I just could not get there in time. I reached her as she was standing and walking back. She was beautiful. Short, fit, with dark hair and wearing a baseball cap on her otherwise nude body. I left the beach that day in quite a foul mood.
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Maybe a week later I was back at that beach and it was just a little bit more crowded. More people meant more ground to cover to get to the end of where they were stationed. I went all the way to the far end of the beach this day before turning around and as I did, a woman wearing nothing but a white wrap stood up, separated from her party, and walked toward the shore. She lifted her wrap and squatted as I got close. Glancing over there was a clear stream falling onto the rocky area she had stopped by. I walked slowly but surely and eventually glanced back to see her stand up and shoot a look back to her friends in kind of a half embarrassed, half approval-seeking sort of way.
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One other beach incident seems worth describing by itself. I went to another nude beach a lot farther away and a lot more famous. Not only was this one quite full but the walk to where the bathrooms were was a more annoying walk than any beach I have ever been to. It was literally impossible to imagine anyone having to pee and NOT doing it on the beach. The only drawback was that the shore line was not long.

The good news is that the beach was crowded enough that it was pretty easy to stroll back and forth without being conspicuous. As I did my walk from the left side to the right, I came to the end of the beach where there was a small rock wall and on the other side more beach but no lifeguard and all the requisite signs about not swimming on that side of the wall. There were not enough people on that side to justify going any further, but as I reached the end a man and two women were walking back to the main part of the beach. One of the women was short, maybe 50, wearing black bikini bottoms and a straw hat. She had small tits exposed and white so the nude/topless thing was definitely not her every day game.

I didn't think anything of them until I turned around to walk back and noticed the woman walking back toward me but into the water, alone. And she was holding her bikini bottoms. I could think of no other reason she would have taken them off other than to pee.

The water did not get very deep very quickly and she walked about about 30 feet and as she came to a stop there was already pee coming out of her. The wind was strong enough that it was pushing hard against her right leg. She soon stopped, opened her legs with her back to me, and peed for a good while. The stream alternated between straight down and against her right leg. When she finished she turned around and headed back to the shore without rinsing off or putting her bathing suit on. Our paths crossed and I casually asked her how the water was to which she responded: "It's not that bad actually."
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A few other smaller moments over time at the beach are worth remembering...

-One woman was lying naked on her lounger chair when I caught her suddenly slide down a bit and sit up. I looked and saw a stream coming from between the slats of her lounge chair.

-Another woman was crouched behind her cooler with the crotch of her bathing suit pulled to the side. Had I not seen this one very late it likely would have been a separate write-up.

-Two women approached the shore line and one waded out about crotch deep where it was fairly evident she was peeing. The other squatted right next to me with her ass in the water but at one point lifted up just enough to show a strong stream, and then just as quickly got her ass down into the water again.

-Two women almost totally isolated were at the edge and as I approached the first one did the crotch splash to indicate she had just peed. The other one went to wade into the water but appeared to decide it was too cold but quickly sat down in a hands-in-back crouch and clearly peed that way. Unfortunately the angle was not one that I could see anything.

-A woman sat just off her chair and wrapped a towel over her, getting coached by her boyfriend about "just go, no one cares."

-Passing two women mostly by themselves on low lounge chairs, I noticed one was sitting just in front of her chair and had a hand underneath her. It was quite subtle, but eventually she took her hand out to release her bathing suit back into place and got back in her chair. A wet spot in the sand was revealed and she quickly used her foot to cover it with dry sand.
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There have surely been other small incidents over the years and will surely be more again. All in all I have found the beach to be one of the most difficult places for sightings. Not because they do not exist, but because they absolutely do, yet there are so many factors that make them difficult to snuff out. I will say though, that a woman peeing in her bathing suit is one of the sexiest things to me about this fetish and it is well worth the time when a great beach sighting comes along.

[Alfresco 11,631]

@The99Club,  Thanks for relating all the beach sightings.   I agree with you that the beach is definitely a place where more people than normal are peeing without using the toilets and it seems that the vast majority of people find it to be acceptable and that whilst people try to be discrete about letting others see the actual peeing, a lot of people don't care that other people know what they are doing even though they are doing it right in front of people.  It is just accepted practice in that environment.   i.e. a woman might right on the water line or wade in just up to their waist so that an onlooker can't see the actual peeing, but they know that everyone knows that is what they are doing.   It is fine though, because many other people are also doing it.   I also agree that it is a frustrating place to spot peeing because there are so many people about you just know that you are missing loads of sightings because you can't be watching everyone all the time and also there are so many cases where you see that a woman is actually peeing, but you can't see any details because they are either too far away or like above, they are obviously peeing by virtue of their actions (walking to the water, stopping at the edge, returning less than a minute later) so you know what they are doing without being able to see anything.

I have witnessed several women peeing on the beach over the years.  I've posted many of them on the site, but a short summary of a few of my favourite memories:

- Early morning, I saw a tent on a beach next to a groyne (wooden barrier to stop stones moving along the beach).  A young woman came out of the tent in a night shirt or long T-shirt, sat on the stones, leaning on the groyne.  Stayed there a minute, then got up and went back into the tent.  As she crawled into the tent I could see her bare bum under her T-shirt.   I walked up the beach and saw a very wet patch on the stones where she had been sitting.

- On a sandy beach, group of four girls were just down from where my wife and I were sitting.  They were packing up to go.  One girl knelt in the sand and had her dress around her.  She discretely dug a hole between her knees as she was packing her stuff, then she knelt upright and kept adjusting the dress.  I could see a glistening stream under the dress going into the hole.  When done, she swept sand into the hole, got up and picked up her stuff and left.  I told my wife and she hadn't noticed anything.  So, it looks like most of the time you can get away with peeing right in front of others without drawing attention unless of course the person is aware like we are.

- Disney Blizzard Beach, woman got off her sun lounger, walked to the waters edge on the surf beach, legs outstretched in front of her, sat there for 30 seconds and returned to her sun lounger.

- Beach in South of France,  woman walked down to the waters edge.  I was swimming with my daughter, guessed what was going on so swam along to be in front of her.  She was sat on the beach just above the water line, legs apart, feet just in the water.  I could see her bikini bottoms had turned dark and there was a little bubbling fountain of pee coming through the fabric.

- Group of three girls, late evening, most likely drunk walked from the promenaded down to the shore.  All three squatted facing each other.   A larger than average wave came up the beach and caused them to jump up and stagger up the beach with knickers around their knees.  One girl yelled out that she had peed on her legs.  

On top of those, I've seen many girls go just into the water or head behind beach huts.   Then of course there are the night time sightings that I've mentioned a lot in my sightings thread.   That is when people either party on the beach or are queuing for the night club and have very little hesitation about going on the beach for a pee.

[The99Club 351]

Another one that just came to mind was arriving at the beach and walking straight toward the water. A girl got up in time to arrive at the water's edge with just enough clearance as to not notice I was coming. As I got her in my sights I saw streams run down both her legs. I got there and we chatted briefly. I asked her if she peed in the water ever and she said no. But clearly she had gone down her legs. Than you @alfresco for triggering that memory!

Edited December 7, 2021 by The99Club