Female Nonchalant Peeing - Real Experiences?

[Kirby23 769]

One of my favorite aspects of our kink is the female nonchalant pee. I have just a few IRL (in real life) experiences with this, and would love to hear of yours. 

One time, when I was in college, I was hanging out with my (female) friend "S". We had been to a party on campus, and were walking back to my dorm. We were walking along a campus road, but it was late, so it was fairly secluded. As we were walking and talking, she said something like "hang on a second," walked a few feet off to the side, pulled down her pants, and popped a squat in the grass. When she was finished, she pulled her pants up, and we continued walking like nothing had happened.

I had a few similar experiences with my ex-wife, which I've told about before through various posts. But one example was when we had been drinking, and were swimming at night in her parents' pool. We were fooling around a little, and she mentioned she had to pee, and she peed in the pool water as we were fooling around.

Another time, I was in a crowd of people walking back to our cars after a country music concert (I can't recall who the artist was - might've been Kenny Chesney). We were parked in a grass field/lot. Two young women (early 20s) walked up to their car (not far from ours), said something to each other, and both popped squats right there in the grass near their car, in full view. It was dark, so I couldn't really see details, but it was very obvious what they were doing. They obviously didn't care, and just wanted to pee before they got into traffic exiting the concert.

Who else has similar stories/experiences?

[gldenwetgoose 20,207]

The last really nonchalant sighting I had was in August, on a warm summer evening in a UK northwest city.  It was actually in the early hours of the morning, but being quite a party city the streets were still pretty busy and people were still queuing to get into nightclubs.

The young lady in question here crossed from one side street towards a club on the next, but broke off from her friends and turned onto the main street - shouting loudly to anyone in earshot that she needed a piss.

You can read about it here....  

 

[pguy2981 929]

I don't have many but my friend, lets call her O, pissed behind the open door to her car while I was pulling in. She often doesn't hold it simply because she can't be bothered to, so she opts for pissing in her current location. My friend, we'll call her scarlet; She often pisses where she is because she's too lazy. She pees in cups when she's sleepy and doesn't want to walk to the bathroom, and chooses to piss on her patio instead of ducking behind a corner or going to the bathroom. She'll ask if its okay first before letting go, so she tells me anyways. We don't hang out enough for me to know what shes like first-hand.

[Kupar 12,315]

None really for me to report I'm afraid, apart from one friend who, as we were starting what would be a longish countryside walk with K and me announced - "I'm just going to have a 'wild wee' before we start", wandered off to the scrubby grass / bushes behind the carpark and emerged a couple of minutes later. On a different occasion the same friend did pretty much the same thing, but at the end of another walk 🙂   But on neither occasion did I (a) see / hear anything or (b) ask if I could go with her.

You're right, @Kirby23, the nonchalance is wonderful 🙂 

[BB1BB 105]

I was posting on another thread about how it was so wrong that any of us should be kink-shamed. But you TOTALLY should be shamed for admitting to going to a Kenny Chesney gig 😄

Nowhere enough of these sightings for my liking, but I still hold fond memories of being an 18-year-old designated driver on a trip to another city and a rock club. Afterwards, there was a lot of milling around and a couple of people decided to get some food from the nearby street van, as normally happens after being thrown out of a club. Eventually we milled back to my car, which was parked down a nearby side street. A few of us piled inside my little mini metro but the only girl in our party loitered outside. Before I knew it, there was a very shapely bottom pressed up against my back window as she whipped off her knickers and tights. I didn't see much after that as she dropped into a squat, but the prolonged hissing noise left little to the imagination.

The nightly self-abuse session didn't take long that night, let me tell you.

[MonsterKane46 878]

A couple of nonchalant ones...

Went clubbing with a girl named Tracey who worked with my BFF Donna... as we're walking back to car (I was sober driver) Tracey who was wearing a dress squats and pisses on the grass between the sidewalk and the car.

After work drinks, no bathrooms available so 2 of the girls, Michelle and I forget what her friends name is right now, pissed between the dumpsters and also between parked cars.

[Takashi96 846]

@BB1BB Mock Kenny Chesney all you want, but at his peak he was known for his larger than average popularity with women. I'm sure his concerts were hotbeds for nonchalant peeing. 

Nonchalant peeing has always been hard for me to wrap my head around. The woman doing it is simply comfortable with herself. She is blessed with the same lack of fucks to give that goes all but unquestioned among men. And just as men ignore the sex of innocent bystanders so does she. Unbeknownst to her, an act of casual pissing has torn open the sky above her head, raining rose petals in slow motion, while a choir of angels sing "she is peeeeing casually in public." Or at least that's how it looks to me.

As someone whose attended a lot of concerts and festivals over the years, I've been fortunate to witness a fair amount of nonchalant peeing. It never fails to catch me off guard. And it's always special. Here are two of my favorites. 

1. I'm with a group of about 10 people. We're leaving a club after learning the event has been cancelled. Someone knows of a party nearby so we walk as a group to a house a few blocks down the road. A girl breaks from the pack, runs across the street ahead of us, then stops between two cars in the parking lot that we are collectively walking toward. In my mind I'm thinking "no way." It's dark out, but still early and she appears to be sober. The girl's a petite "emo" type with maroon hair, clunky boots and a tight black and grey striped dress. She didn't look around, she didn't hesitate, she just popped a squat with her back to us. The lot had a row of those little concrete barriers that parking spaces sometimes use to discourage cars from driving onto the sidewalk. And she was crouched on the other side of that. I could only see the top of her butt crack. Still, she was directly in front of us and I could hear her loud stream blasting onto the blacktop as we walked closer. She finished and pulled her dress down as she stood up, leaving no further view of her backside. A few random guys who were walking to their car spotted her as she was standing up. "Did you just take a piss?" One asked. "Yeah, so what? I had to go." She answered, slightly annoyed.

2. I'm walking across the parking lot located between my house and the club hosting live bands. It's all but empty aside for one cute blonde girl taking something out of her car. Recognizing me from the one time we met a few months prior, she calls my name and waves. I walk up and we make small talk. Suddenly a second girl walks up. She is a petite brunette with a short bob, wearing a 60s V neck, tight brown jeans and a vintage belt with a thick shiny buckle. She greets the blonde, walks past us, and proceeds to a thin tree in front of the car (the tree is in front of and between two cars). I learn that they're roommates. I am facing the blonde and the tree. I don't look away because I don't want to appear uptight, nor call attention to the fact that I can still see her. Though it's dark, she is barely concealed, giving me a decent view of side butt. Immediately upon squatting, she proceeds to take one of the loudest, shortest, hissing pees I've ever heard. After she finishes, she walks towards the blonde and I, still fastening her impressive belt. 

"Wow, she's bold" I opine to the blonde, drunkenly. Pretending I just noticed her roommate's act upon hearing her satisfied post urination moan/exhale. "It's almost bright enough to see back there." 

"I know!" the blonde answers laughing, "I only pee in the lumber yard next door. More stuff to squat behind."

Edited November 15, 2022 by Takashi96
Clarity.

[stan4444 517]

Sitting at those covered picnic table in parks, the ones with the slat type seats, sitting there with Curls, often halfway through lunch I would hear a splashing sound, look down and she was wetting her pants where we sat, not saying anything before hand, just had a complete nonchalant wetting

[morty98 197]

On 11/29/2022 at 4:47 AM, AbbyPeePrincess said:

There one of many nonchalant pee experiences I have

Very cool! I wouldn't mind if you wanted to tell some more 🙂

[Overlord 315]

I sadly don't remember much of my nonchalant pissing encounters i had. Mostly 'cause i was drunk to be honest. 😄 But also, time washes away a lot of good memories.

But now that i'm thinking about it, i can recall 2 stories. I really like this site, it's digging out so much forgotten memories of mine. Just by reading and thinking about it.

First Story - It was at a silvester party a few years ago which i and 3 friends attended. Two male friends, and one female friend who also was the GF of one of my buddies with us. It was some kind of roaring 20ties party, were everyone came in a costume or suit, gangster or burlesque style. Me and my male friends came in suits, slightly gangster style but not too much. But my female friend really took the cake. She had a really beautiful burlesque outfit, the full mile, with straps, fake feather boa and such a "hairband" around the head with shiny stones in it. It fitted her very curvy, sexy body and large breasts so perfectly that i've had already a lot to do not to get hard just by watching.

But yeah, the party was actually very cool because a lot of people really came disguised and the whole evening was full of good electro swing music. And they even had a big show with a burlesque dancer on stage. So it really felt a bit like being back then in the good ol' roaring 1920ies.

Anyway, the night was fantastic, we celebrated new year and were ready to head home in the early morning hours. As we were in process of leaving the compound, the girl in our group announced that she wants to pee before we leave. But the toilets were all very overcrowded, and the wait would be a long one. So her BF said to her she should just pee by the car. A bit concerned and with a funny face she didn't say much but agreed silently.

We parked a bit outside of the place so we had a short walk through the dark, cold night. We parked in some free space in front of some kind of business building because all the official parking space were already taken. Between the building and the parking spot was some kind of small stone garden. In one place, directly by our car, the building expanded a bit and made some kind of "fancy" architectural arch over the stone garden and gave a good spot to hide and piss. At least that's what our girl thought as she saw it, because not long after we arrived she announced loudly to hear for all of us that she's gonna go piss now under this arch. We waited near the car and blabbered a bit but not for long. Because our talk was interrupted by a loud and strong hissing sound coming from behind this weird arch. It seemed like every one of us enjoyed listening to the sound very much, because nobody talked a single word.

After a minute or so, she reemerged from under the arch with a big smile on her face. We politely didn't mentioned anything about her loud hissing but i'm pretty sure she knew that we were listening and enjoying.

After this, i couldn't resist myself and the urge to pee grew in me. So i excused myself and headed to the same spot she did her business before me. It was hard to see in the dim street light but i spotted a lot of much darker stones than the others around were. This girl was gushing all over it. I quickly took my dick out and pissed all over her spot, making even more stones changing colour. It was a weirdly satisfying, arousing feeling to piss on her hot, still a little steaming pisspuddle.

I finished and we headed home and never spoke about it again. I even almost forgot about it, until i saw this thread here.

 

Second Story - Me, my best (male) friend and one of his female friends, which i just knew briefly, went out to the pub in town. We drank a bit (lots) and had fun. My best friend was driving and he's not a big drinker so no worries there. After a good night out, we headed back home. I sat in the back passenger seat, while my friend was driving and the girl sat in the front passenger seat.

After a short while of driving down the road, the girl announced nervously that she had, all of a sudden, to pee very badly and advised my friend to stop at the next possible location. This announcement sobered me up pretty quickly and my fetish alarm kicked in. All my systems switched immediately to Defcon 1. Adrenalin begun to rush through my body, gave me an exciting shiver in anticipation what my eyes will see soon.

So my friend did stop pretty quickly. But it was a deserted gas station. The self service kind with no store or paying booth. But with lights on full power like on a rock concert stage. First i thought to myself; "that girl will never ever get out here to piss." Too bright, directly by the road with a lot of traffic and no place to hide. But i was wrong.

We didn't even came to a full halt, as she opened the door and rushed out, she left the front door open for a bit of cover. Then she began hastily in front of my side window, facing away from me, to wiggle her nice, firm ass out of her tight jeans, presenting me with a beautiful, black thong but not for long to enjoy for me. Because she teared her thong pretty quickly down to her knees, like she did with her jeans and squatted down. I think she began pissing before she was in full squat position, so urgent was it for this poor girl to pee. Judging by the massive hissing sound she made and the powerful force of piss hitting the gas station concrete it was not a second to early to stop and let her pee.

Luckily my best friend has the same fetish as me, or at least he likes watching women pee. (Wonderful coincidence in know and im thankful.) As she startet gushing, he turned the radio to mute. So we both could enjoy the massive hissing and pissing that took place beside the car without disturbing music. Unfortunately i didn't saw much more than her back, her beautiful, peachy ass and an enormous pisspuddle forming under her feet from my windowed position. But it was enough to give me a massive boner and to sober me up completely.

My friend, who sat on the wheel even told me at some point that her piss is flowing under the car and on the road. This much she had to piss.

After a freaking long time, i think it was sure around a good minute or maybe even more of pissing, she wiggled her butt dry, stood up again, pulled her panties and jeans back up and joined us again in the car with a huge smile over her face. She even asked us if we enjoyed the show. 😄 I've had big trouble not to blabber out something like: "Next time, please piss in my mouth!" My friend wasn't so shy and just said it was a pleasure to hear her piss up a storm, and next time we want to watch too. She just laughed out loud. Sadly it never happened.

We drove home, said bye with some kisses and that's it. I've saw her again a few times bit later, but since then, i've sadly never heard again from her. 

[gldenwetgoose 20,207]

Wonderful memories and all credit for you not scaring the two ladies by being too obvious about the kink.   A gentleman!

Thanks for sharing!

[ppppppp 1,437]

I was at a summer music festival.  It was early evening; still daylight.  It had been a great day already because the organisers had badly miscalculated on the number of toilets needed.  There were huge queues - mostly young women - for every block of portaloos.  Women were going into the urinal enclosures.  Most pissed on the ground but some attempted the troughs or the urinals.  Other women were peeing in the hedges, or anywhere else they could find some cover.

I was near the toilet queue closest to the main stage.  Two women, early 20s, slender, leggy, both blonde, caught my eye.  They had both dressed in proper 'rock chick' style; crop tops, very short skirts, mirror shades, and artful hairstyling, drinks in hand.  They approached the queue, saw how long it was and turned away.  They stopped and chatted quietly.  They decided what they would do about the situation.

They moved away from the queue, stopped again, looked around, and conferred briefly.  Then both dropped down and knelt on the grass next to each other, both facing the stage.  They knelt really low, feet apart, so their bums were close to the ground.  They adjusted their skirts, pulling them down at the back, to make sure they were hanging free.

Surely, I thought, they can't be going to pee in such a public place?  But both reached under their skirts, and slid down their underwear.  Not far; they exposed nothing.  And then, kneeling in the middle of a field, crowds swirling around them, both started to piss on the grass.  They kept chatting to each other, and sipping their drinks as they relieved themselves right in front of me.

They took their time about it.  I guess they wanted to let it out slowly, so the puddle would soak into the hard ground.  When they finished, they again reached under their skirts and pulled up their knickers, wriggling slightly as they did.  They then stood up, and made some final adjustments to their panties, but keeping their hands outside their skirts as they did so.  Then they strolled away to another part of the festival site.

I couldn't quite believe it.  So I walked forwards a few paces, then sat down between where both had been kneeling.  I put my hands on the ground.  On both sides of me, it was wet.  Very wet.  I could feel the puddles of pee they had created.

Here's a couple of pictures.  One shows the sort of urinals there were in the enclosures.  (I didn't see any women using them quite like that.  But I did have an enjoyable conversation with one who was sitting on the one next to mine, while we both peed.)

The other picture shows the sort of kneeling posture the girls adopted to pee in the grass.  (They were wearing much more than the lady in this shot.)

[rick777 185]

Carol and I were going to one of the valley wineries for lunch and entertainment with live bands was on for about 5 hours.

She was dressed nicely, pleated skirt just a bit above the knee. She asked

“Do you think this looks good, because I’m not wearing anything underneath it, I am not queuing for the toilet either.

Sitting there having lunch, individual tables well-spaced in the expensive area, just two of us at ours Carol had a soda or two, it was a warm day, she was having a drink of wine when I heard a hissing sound, she was happily weeing in her seat, where she was sitting, as she was drinking her wine. She said she loved doing that, and did not get up once in the afternoon, I heard a hiss 4 times, but she said she peed in her seat 6 or 7 times, just did it even when she only wanted to do a bit. That truly is nonchalant weeing

[colette888 6,915]

7 hours ago, rick777 said:

Carol and I were going to one of the valley wineries for lunch and entertainment with live bands was on for about 5 hours.

She was dressed nicely, pleated skirt just a bit above the knee. She asked

“Do you think this looks good, because I’m not wearing anything underneath it, I am not queuing for the toilet either.

Sitting there having lunch, individual tables well-spaced in the expensive area, just two of us at ours Carol had a soda or two, it was a warm day, she was having a drink of wine when I heard a hissing sound, she was happily weeing in her seat, where she was sitting, as she was drinking her wine. She said she loved doing that, and did not get up once in the afternoon, I heard a hiss 4 times, but she said she peed in her seat 6 or 7 times, just did it even when she only wanted to do a bit. That truly is nonchalant weeing

Carol and I belong to the same Tribe... hehehe

[stan4444 517]

Well maybe all Collette's belong to the same tribe, here is and experience with my girl Collette, at a winery venue from over 10 years ago,

Ten years or so ago, we went to a Chicago / America concert in the vineyards in NSW, outdoor venue. We had been to a few of these in the past and it had been good. Last weekend it was raining on and off.

We had Cocktails on the terrace package, so for 3 hours, drinks and nibbles were included. After the music had started, we made our way down to our reserved seats, plastic garden chairs, reserved seating, about 12 rows back. The wet weather, rain on and off during the day must have kept some people away so we were not as jammed in as usual.

When the band were changing over my girl, Curls said, “I have to go to the toilet”,

I said look how far the toilets are away, and there are long lines (she had had a bit to drink but not an excessive amount)

She said, “if I don’t go soon, I will end up wetting my pants”.

I put my hand between her legs and said why you don’t do it here. She leaned over and kissed me, I hear a hissing sound, and realized she was just sitting there in her seat peeing in her pants. Straight through her pants, one of those plastic seats with slits, so most of it went on the ground, but she was still sitting in her puddle, she had on dark colour crinkly type slacks, which do not show much, she just sat there and did a heap of pee.

When she was finished after a minute or so stood up, pee still dripping down her legs and pants, and started talking to the people a few seats along as if nothing had happened, she was quite wet but in the half dark it was hard to tell.

Curls sat in her wet pants for the rest of the concert, I had a feel a few times and was still wet.

As the concert finished, she stood up, I was still sitting, she put my left hand well under her bum, turned left and started talking to the people she had spoken to before, as she was talking, she started peeing in her pants, saying good bye and wasn’t it a good concert, as she was standing there wetting her pants. She really does enjoy doing this, talking to people when she wetting or, has wet herself.

Big crowd so we have soda back at the car, wait half an hour or so for the worst of the traffic to clear, I get out, have a pee, she says she is all right

Back at the motel, about a 40-minute drive from the venue, past 1AM, have to unlock the main door to get into our building, as I am getting the right key, she says, quite loudly,

“Hurry up I need to pee or I am going to wet my pants”

(Huh, like they are not wet)

Immediately starts pissing in her pants, quite a loud hiss and a decent sized puddle at the entrance, we go in, she squelches down the corridor to our room.

Back in the room I knelt down in front of her pulled off her slacks and there was a delightful pee stain all over the front of her panties. The marks on the front of her panties had dried off, and there was a couple of different levels of pee stains. Turning her around and pulling off her panties, which were sopping wet.

Grabbed a couple of spare towels from the bathroom and made love straight away, although she was already juicy, she got very slippery, her lovely wet legs wrapped around me

 

 

[colette888 6,915]

8 minutes ago, stan4444 said:

Well maybe all Collette's belong to the same tribe, here is and experience with my girl Collette, at a winery venue from over 10 years ago,

Ten years or so ago, we went to a Chicago / America concert in the vineyards in NSW, outdoor venue. We had been to a few of these in the past and it had been good. Last weekend it was raining on and off.

We had Cocktails on the terrace package, so for 3 hours, drinks and nibbles were included. After the music had started, we made our way down to our reserved seats, plastic garden chairs, reserved seating, about 12 rows back. The wet weather, rain on and off during the day must have kept some people away so we were not as jammed in as usual.

When the band were changing over my girl, Curls said, “I have to go to the toilet”,

I said look how far the toilets are away, and there are long lines (she had had a bit to drink but not an excessive amount)

She said, “if I don’t go soon, I will end up wetting my pants”.

I put my hand between her legs and said why you don’t do it here. She leaned over and kissed me, I hear a hissing sound, and realized she was just sitting there in her seat peeing in her pants. Straight through her pants, one of those plastic seats with slits, so most of it went on the ground, but she was still sitting in her puddle, she had on dark colour crinkly type slacks, which do not show much, she just sat there and did a heap of pee.

When she was finished after a minute or so stood up, pee still dripping down her legs and pants, and started talking to the people a few seats along as if nothing had happened, she was quite wet but in the half dark it was hard to tell.

Curls sat in her wet pants for the rest of the concert, I had a feel a few times and was still wet.

As the concert finished, she stood up, I was still sitting, she put my left hand well under her bum, turned left and started talking to the people she had spoken to before, as she was talking, she started peeing in her pants, saying good bye and wasn’t it a good concert, as she was standing there wetting her pants. She really does enjoy doing this, talking to people when she wetting or, has wet herself.

Big crowd so we have soda back at the car, wait half an hour or so for the worst of the traffic to clear, I get out, have a pee, she says she is all right

Back at the motel, about a 40-minute drive from the venue, past 1AM, have to unlock the main door to get into our building, as I am getting the right key, she says, quite loudly,

“Hurry up I need to pee or I am going to wet my pants”

(Huh, like they are not wet)

Immediately starts pissing in her pants, quite a loud hiss and a decent sized puddle at the entrance, we go in, she squelches down the corridor to our room.

Back in the room I knelt down in front of her pulled off her slacks and there was a delightful pee stain all over the front of her panties. The marks on the front of her panties had dried off, and there was a couple of different levels of pee stains. Turning her around and pulling off her panties, which were sopping wet.

Grabbed a couple of spare towels from the bathroom and made love straight away, although she was already juicy, she got very slippery, her lovely wet legs wrapped around me

 

 

Lovely, thanks a lot for sharing...