Past Girlfriends Pee Stories Pt. 1

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Since 1997, I have asked all of my girlfriends if they ever had to pee outside or on the ground. I still recall all of their stories like I just heard them. 
 

The first girlfriend with a story, they both took place at Long Island railroad (LIRR) stations. I don’t remember which one occurred first, but her and her friend who I also know cut school. They were waiting on a train, it was morning, people where going to work. She mentioned to her friend that she had to pee and was going to go in the waiting shelter to relieve herself. She had to pee quite urgent. Her friends said, “ill” or made a humorous comment about it being nasty. That made her laugh which caused her to pee herself a little.

At that moment she began running down the stairs from the elevated train platform, went underneath the stairs, pulled her jean’s down and started to urinate onto the pavement. I asked if anyone saw her. She replied yesterday, people were passing by going to catch the train for work. She also said, she’d probably never see those people again. 
 

Her other incident occurred at another LIRR station. She took the train to see a boy in another town. His mom ended up coming home and she had to hide out in his closet. She ended up being there overnight. In the morning she headed to the station. She hadn’t peed since 3pm the day before. Waiting on the train at the desolate station, she got the urge to piss. She was trying to hold it so she could use the bathroom on the train. The ticket office was not open yet. She was dancing around, sitting on a utility box with her legs crossed. It wasn’t helping. 
 

Pee starting leaking out and running down her leg, wetting her white panties. She decided she was going to urinate inside of the waiting shelter on the platform. She makes her way to the doorway of the shelter to find it locked. She pulled her jeans down to her knees, hiked up her yellow jacket, put her hands on the door for balance herself, then let out a torrent of piss on the concrete. She said it came out hard and fast, it was splashing on the ground, and ran out of the recessed doorway she was in, off the side of the platform and onto the tracks. 
 

She had saw some railroad workers coming, she tried to cut it off but she couldn’t stop. She was shaking her ass trying to stop but it didn’t work. She finally, finished, she quickly wiped with a tissue she had in her pocket, she pulled her pants up quickly, and threw the tissue on the tracks. The train rolled in as soon as she was finished. A worker asked her if she just peed, she didn’t say anything and boarded the train. 
 

The next girlfriend told me her two stories when I asked. One story took place at an LIRR station. She was with her friend one night heading home from somewhere. They waited at the desolate station and they both had to pee. Being nobody was around, they both relieved themselves right on the platform in the open. She lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down, and relieved herself. She didn’t have anything to wipe with so she pulled her panties up and her skirt back down. Her friend dropped her jeans and took a long piss on the platform, much longer than hers. 
 

Same girlfriend (These stories occurred prior to me meeting them) was at her grandparents house and was hanging out down the street with some boys. She had to pee but didn’t want to go back in the house. The house next door to her grandparents house was vacant. She went into the garage of the house and pissed on the floor in there. She did her business, came out and continued socializing. 
 

The next girlfriend had two stories. The first story was when she was in high school. She commuted to and from school using mass transit. She arrived home to discover she didn’t have her house keys. She needed to use the bathroom so she went into her backyard which was fenced in, unfastened her jeans, pulled then down along with her panties and pissed on the ground under her bedroom window. 
 

The next incident, her and her girlfriends had drove to Red Lobster for dinner one evening. After their meal they came out to her car to find it would not start. The starter was bad so starting it was iffy at time. Waiting on assistance, she needed to pee. The restaurant had closed. The urge grew stronger. She told her friends she needed to pee. Her friend told her to handle her business. She exited the car with her little short dress on, and ran into the alley next to the restaurant. She pulled up the dress enough not to wet it, moved her thong to the side, and began to urinate on the pavement. According to her she had to go so bad she didn’t care if anyone saw. She finished, wiped, and left a napkin on the ground. 
 

Girlfriend after her, being shy I guess was dishonest about peeing on the ground. Later she told me she did. She had peed in her friends backyard once. It was late and she didn’t want to go in the house that late. She went in the backyard, pulled her pants down, bent over and relieved herself. Her next incident was at a water park, coming down a water slide she urinated on the way down. She would then tell me about when she had to pee in public when I wasn’t around. She went to college in a different state but she would tell me when she did with details.

The next girlfriend had three stories. One took place in a parking lot waiting to pick her father up from work. She exited her car, pulled her jeans down, squatted, peed, wiped, then stepped on the napkin to hide evidence that she pissed there. Another time she was pregnant in a store and was just uncomfortable with being pregnant and all. She had a dress on and no panties, she spread her legs and just urinate right on the carpet in the store between clothing racks. 
 

Her third time, also being pregnant and feeling uncomfortable, outside the store, back at her car, with a dress on and no panties, she spread her legs and urinate right on the ground. 
 

Another girlfriend she was driving up to Canada one night and they had to pull over so she could pee. She relieved herself on the roadside. She would get an urgent urge to pee but not much would come out. That was her one story which she told me prior to us meeting (We met online) in person. The day we did meet for the first time, she had to pee and ended up peeing on a New York sidewalk in a desolate area. She went right on the sidewalk next to my car. Ask bad as she said she had to go, she didn’t make much mess. She could’ve used my floor mat in the car for what she did. 
 

To be continued…