Smartly dressed buisness woman

[Geepee9 457]

A few days ago I was driving into a large manufacturing site and on the way in there is an industrial estate after some rural land. I approached a parked car in the tree lined road, and a smartly business suited woman appeared from behind a bush at the side of her car, smoothing her dress down. I was pretty sure I knew what had just happened. I overtook her car and carried on a couple of hundred yards to the entrance gate to pick up a contractors pass. As I was signing in She drove through the gate, waved through by security, indicating to me she was probably an employee there or at least an expected visitor. I wonder what would have made her stop to pee just before she could have easily found a toilet in work, maybe having an urgent meeting and not wanting to arrive bursting and being too shy to being seen dashing for the loo maybe. Often my wife will pee somewhere outdoors maybe a mile or so before arriving at a friends house being less shy to pee outdoors that ask for the loo as soon as we meet. Any ones ideas would be welcome.

[glad1 2,832]

This actually makes a lot of sense. Many times while rushing to an appointment, whether business or social, I've felt that familiar urge and pulled over before I reached my destination. I, too, feel it's a bit awkward to rush in and look for the facilities before making my introductions and at least some brief conversation.

Then again, I never needed an excuse to pee outdoors.

[Kupar 13,341]

I think it's likely that the lady was not wanting to appear to need the toilet as the first impression she gave. She certainly doesn't seem to be worried about peeing outside, which is good to see. I guess one option is that she's one of us and just likes peeing in different places including outdoors 🙂

[walanuk 245]

I can’t count how many times I’ve done this of going to a hotel to check in or arriving at a work event or conference or something where I know people. I often hold it a little too long so when I step out the car I need to go with some urgency. I don’t want to have to look for a toilet as soon as I walk in the door or - worse - have to ask so will pee a short distance from my destination or - more than once - in the car park  having parked far away from the entrance. 

[thisguy20 937]

It is, of course, possible that she was running early and stopping for a road-side pee was merely a way to kill some time...

[Rosita 630]

Maybe she realised that she would end up wetting herself if she waited even a second longer. So peeing by the side of the road seemed like next best option!

[DoctorDoctor 1,391]

Possibly a quick pit stop to pee, check make-up, and straighten clothing before arriving at a business.  She may have even have changed out of more comfortable driving clothing into something more business appropriate before you saw her.

[Alfresco 11,637]

I do this on my way to important meetings.   If I've been travelling for a few hours, I don't want to arrive at a site and then find that I have to wait in a queue at the security, then wait whilst a pass is issued, then wait for a person to come and collect me from the gate and then wait until we get to the meeting room.   It could take half an hour to get from driving through the gate to being somewhere where I can go to the toilet, so it is far easier to find somewhere to pee outside on the final approach to the building.

I would say it is probably not that common to pee so close to the site though as she risks other people from her meeting or people that know her seeing her appearing from behind the bush.   Also given that she didn't have to pick up a pass, but seemingly already had one means that she presumably knew that she wouldn't get held up at security.   On the other hand, if she was a regular there then she might know that once through security she still had a certain amount of time to get parked up, get to whichever building she was in and then find a toilet.   I know that even when visiting small sites I tend to avoid arriving in a situation where the first thing I have to do is ask for the toilet.   I don't know why that is - maybe because I like the excuse to pee outside.   Maybe she also just enjoys peeing outside, but I'd guess it certainly wasn't the first or only time that she has done that as it appeared that she knew the location and what she was doing.

I have known ladies who come to some meetings that I attend who always stop at a coffee shop or service area before arrival so that they don't need to ask for the toilet.   I wonder if any others I know stop to use a bush?   If they do, they've never mentioned it, but then again I've never mentioned my peeing outside to others at the meeting either.   I do know one lady who nearly always arrives flustered and runs to the toilet.  I guess this lady preferred not to be in that position.  I also know ladies that regularly come to a site meeting and leave again without going to the toilet.  Whether they use the bushes on the way in or stop at a coffee shop I have no idea but it is definitely a case that some ladies don't wish to declare their need to use the toilet at a customer site.

[sd91 886]

On 6/3/2023 at 11:36 PM, Geepee9 said:

A few days ago I was driving into a large manufacturing site and on the way in there is an industrial estate after some rural land. I approached a parked car in the tree lined road, and a smartly business suited woman appeared from behind a bush at the side of her car, smoothing her dress down. I was pretty sure I knew what had just happened. I overtook her car and carried on a couple of hundred yards to the entrance gate to pick up a contractors pass. As I was signing in She drove through the gate, waved through by security, indicating to me she was probably an employee there or at least an expected visitor. I wonder what would have made her stop to pee just before she could have easily found a toilet in work, maybe having an urgent meeting and not wanting to arrive bursting and being too shy to being seen dashing for the loo maybe. Often my wife will pee somewhere outdoors maybe a mile or so before arriving at a friends house being less shy to pee outdoors that ask for the loo as soon as we meet. Any ones ideas would be welcome.

Wow, when I first saw this I thought I had been seen for a moment there by someone on this forum!

I then double checked and realised the days don't match up and I wasn't wearing a full suit, and finally I went back into my car rather than going in. Here is my story though! One I wasn't going to write up but since wanted to share.

Tuesday started off with the usual frenetic pace of a day with a client, with me driving out of town early in the morning to meet a client further afield. As it was quite a distance, I had to leave ahead of what my satnav suggested to account for any potential hiccups along the way.

As I pulled into the car park adjacent to the client's site, I had arrived 30 minutes early! I felt the familiar twinge in my bladder - an unavoidable aftermath of my hasty morning coffee and trying to stay hydrated in the warmth with little sips from my water bottle.

I sat for a while, contemplating my options. I decided to carry on as normal for now and checked my phone. An email from another client was needed and I spent a few minutes typing out a reply. I was soon reminded of a need to urinate. I looked out my car window and I had my options. I could wait until it made sense to enter and just quickly use the loo. I could drive over to the nearby coffee shop and use theirs whilst grabbing some refreshments. Alternatively there were some tall bushes bordering the car park. They didn't face the client's site, providing a semblance of privacy. I decided that I felt no reason to wait in discomfort.

Making my decision, I got out of the car, wearing my powder blue blouse, and navy skirt, complete with some black roman sandals I was comfortable both driving in and meeting the client in. Trying to be as discreet as possible, I darted into the bushes. 

Finding myself inside the safe barrier of the bushes, I carefully hitched my skirt upwards and squatting down. The cool morning air brushed against my neatly groomed area, a sea of trimmed red hair that sat just above my vagina. Exposing my vagina next to the client's office felt rather liberating. I'm very used to an al-fresco wee before a client meeting but not usually quite so close by.

The coolness of the morning air grazed my exposed skin, the contrast between the warm sunlight and the morning breeze lending a certain excitement to the moment. Then came the release, a rush of warmth as I sprayed out my urine confidently. The sound of it hitting the dry leaves and soil was almost musical, a soft rustling interspersed with the sharper tinkling of liquid on foliage.

The force of my urine, vibrant and tinged with yellow, created a small puddle below, the liquid pooling onto the parched soil. I tilted my head back muttering 'God' as I continued to piss with gusto, realising that i possibly needed this more than I thought.

The stream eventually tapered, slowing to a trickle before stopping altogether. A few stubborn droplets remained, glinting in the morning light on my labia before shook them off. Pulling out a tissue from my bag, I dabbed my vagina and the inside of my thight ensuring that I was dry and clean before discarding the tissue into my puddle of urine.

Straightening myself and lowering my skirt back into place, I emerged from the bushes. The earlier bladder twinge was completely gone, replaced by a profound sense of relief and enjoyment.

I walked back to my car, the bushes concealing their use as a female urinal. It was more than just alleviating a physical need; it was an act of taking control, of prioritising my comfort and convenience, as well as simply a fun experience. Settled back in the driver's seat, the upcoming client meeting was no longer shadowed by discomfort. There was a certain power in taking care of oneself, even in the simplest of ways, and that morning, in a car park with my client's site within view, I had done just that, with something as simple as pissing in a bush.

Squat and spray. That's what I say!

Edited June 10, 2023 by sd91
Removed duplication

[Kupar 13,341]

20 minutes ago, sd91 said:

a profound sense of relief and enjoyment.

🙂

[miniskirtpisser 411]

On 6/10/2023 at 4:06 PM, sd91 said:

Wow, when I first saw this I thought I had been seen for a moment there by someone on this forum!

I then double checked and realised the days don't match up and I wasn't wearing a full suit, and finally I went back into my car rather than going in. Here is my story though! One I wasn't going to write up but since wanted to share.

Tuesday started off with the usual frenetic pace of a day with a client, with me driving out of town early in the morning to meet a client further afield. As it was quite a distance, I had to leave ahead of what my satnav suggested to account for any potential hiccups along the way.

As I pulled into the car park adjacent to the client's site, I had arrived 30 minutes early! I felt the familiar twinge in my bladder - an unavoidable aftermath of my hasty morning coffee and trying to stay hydrated in the warmth with little sips from my water bottle.

I sat for a while, contemplating my options. I decided to carry on as normal for now and checked my phone. An email from another client was needed and I spent a few minutes typing out a reply. I was soon reminded of a need to urinate. I looked out my car window and I had my options. I could wait until it made sense to enter and just quickly use the loo. I could drive over to the nearby coffee shop and use theirs whilst grabbing some refreshments. Alternatively there were some tall bushes bordering the car park. They didn't face the client's site, providing a semblance of privacy. I decided that I felt no reason to wait in discomfort.

Making my decision, I got out of the car, wearing my powder blue blouse, and navy skirt, complete with some black roman sandals I was comfortable both driving in and meeting the client in. Trying to be as discreet as possible, I darted into the bushes. 

Finding myself inside the safe barrier of the bushes, I carefully hitched my skirt upwards and squatting down. The cool morning air brushed against my neatly groomed area, a sea of trimmed red hair that sat just above my vagina. Exposing my vagina next to the client's office felt rather liberating. I'm very used to an al-fresco wee before a client meeting but not usually quite so close by.

The coolness of the morning air grazed my exposed skin, the contrast between the warm sunlight and the morning breeze lending a certain excitement to the moment. Then came the release, a rush of warmth as I sprayed out my urine confidently. The sound of it hitting the dry leaves and soil was almost musical, a soft rustling interspersed with the sharper tinkling of liquid on foliage.

The force of my urine, vibrant and tinged with yellow, created a small puddle below, the liquid pooling onto the parched soil. I tilted my head back muttering 'God' as I continued to piss with gusto, realising that i possibly needed this more than I thought.

The stream eventually tapered, slowing to a trickle before stopping altogether. A few stubborn droplets remained, glinting in the morning light on my labia before shook them off. Pulling out a tissue from my bag, I dabbed my vagina and the inside of my thight ensuring that I was dry and clean before discarding the tissue into my puddle of urine.

Straightening myself and lowering my skirt back into place, I emerged from the bushes. The earlier bladder twinge was completely gone, replaced by a profound sense of relief and enjoyment.

I walked back to my car, the bushes concealing their use as a female urinal. It was more than just alleviating a physical need; it was an act of taking control, of prioritising my comfort and convenience, as well as simply a fun experience. Settled back in the driver's seat, the upcoming client meeting was no longer shadowed by discomfort. There was a certain power in taking care of oneself, even in the simplest of ways, and that morning, in a car park with my client's site within view, I had done just that, with something as simple as pissing in a bush.

Squat and spray. That's what I say!

I love how detailed your descriptions are. It felt very immersive and I had a clear picture of your action, which is very very hot. Thanks for sharing! 

[PrincessApricot 521]

On 6/4/2023 at 12:44 AM, walanuk said:

I can’t count how many times I’ve done this of going to a hotel to check in or arriving at a work event or conference or something where I know people. I often hold it a little too long so when I step out the car I need to go with some urgency. I don’t want to have to look for a toilet as soon as I walk in the door or - worse - have to ask so will pee a short distance from my destination or - more than once - in the car park  having parked far away from the entrance. 

Yes, I agree. I often pee beside my car if I need to before going in to an appointment because you never know if you’ll be in the waiting room for a while or ushered straight in. 

[Geepee9 457]

Another similar sighting of a Lady driver between jobs. I was just passing a local wood and parked rather awkwardly on a bend was a modern mini. A quite attractive 40 something yr old lady with white trousers and a white tee shirt with the logo of a local care group printed across her ample chest had left the drivers side and was striding into the trees. I stopped behind the car as there was no clear view to overtake because of the bend. As I was stationary ready to go as I could now see it was clear, I had a quick sideways glance and saw the lady disappearing behind a tree. I couldn't hang around gazing as it would have been too obvious. In between care clients bookings and being out and about all day it must happen quite often when an outdoor pee is necessary when Ladies cover rural areas in their car.