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The Rugby Girls

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Great story, really enjoyed reading this . I'm looking forward to chapter two, especially if it continues like this .

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Hot story, Alfresco. Believable and really sexy. I look forward to hearing more about this rugby team.

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Great story, Alfresco. Looking forward to the next installment.

It's great to see that in the last two or three months, the story-writing on this forum has picked up a lot in terms of quantity whilst remaining just as high in quality. Good stuff. :thumbsup:

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Thanks for the comments and ratings. Yes, it will continue and hopefully be equally as enjoyable.

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good story, i looking forward, the girls became more naughty, so much locations in and out a sports area.......

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A great story Alfresco, with an all girls team there will be plenty of weeing going on, can't wait for the next chapter.

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Another excellent instalment, thanks Alfresco. I really liked the shy recruit getting bold enough to pee in the sink and flash the bloke and I am looking forward to her "corruption" by the naughtier Susan "Outdoors", Mia "Bench" and Julie "Wall".

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An excellent story, Alfresco, even hotter than the first. I love that Susan finally admitted that the girls were free to wet themselves. I look forward to reading more about these girls!

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It will be interesting to see what happens at a home game when the opposition team (and spectators) discover the lack of toilet facilities. I hope that a future chapter will cover this.

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It will be interesting to see what happens at a home game when the opposition team (and spectators) discover the lack of toilet facilities. I hope that a future chapter will cover this.

I've been wondering about that one. My initial thoughts were that this team would always travel away because they didn't have proper facilities to entertain another team, however, it could turn out to be a very interesting event, so maybe I will go down that route as well. So far, in my mind, I've got at least three more episodes formulating. Just need to get time to actually write them!

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Thanks Sid and Peedude. I'm a bit behind on my writing - busy life and all that. I must find time to do the next chapter. I have it all formulated in my head but just need to put fingers to keyboard.......

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Chapter 3 – More training and life in general

About a month has gone by since I wrote about our first match. Since then, I’ve been attending training sessions and have got very used to the idea of peeing behind the changing rooms or next to the car and yes, I’ve even got myself relaxed enough that I’ve peed on the pitch during training rather than wasting time running off behind the changing rooms. I have developed a technique that works well for me and is quite discrete. I tend to kneel down, sit on my ankles, move my knees apart a little and using one hand I move my shorts out of the way using the other hand on top of my legs to give a bit of cover. The only way anyone would see what I’m doing is if they were right in front of me and the only people that would be that close would be team mates who wouldn’t mind anyway. I’ve got this off to quite a fine art now and that means I no longer ever end up having to be desperate and hold during training. All I need is a quick 30 seconds out and that is enough. I pee quite hard and I love the way the jet hits the grass between my legs, causing a foamy puddle, which soon soaks away into the ground. My legs get a few splashes, but that just helps wash off the mud!

As I have got more relaxed I’ve found myself in situations in daily life where I have been bursting to pee and being even slightly in pain whilst waiting to find a toilet. I sometimes thought that if was a shame I wasn’t on the rugby pitch as I could have just gone there and then. Then, one time, I was working at the garden centre and was in the outdoor plants shrubs section when I really needed to pee. It was another half an hour to my break time and whilst they don’t mind me taking short breaks to nip to the toilet, the toilet was all the way back inside and it would have taken 10 minutes to get there, pee and get back, so it suddenly struck me that there was no reason why outdoor peeing should be limited to the rugby field.

I looked furtively around and saw that there was an older couple browsing the plants two aisles away, but otherwise nobody was around. I weighed up the options; ten minutes to traipse up to the building, get to the toilet and get back, or less than a minute to pee there. Well, common sense prevailed of course. I had a flat trolley with plants on that I was putting out on display. I sat on the edge of the trolley so that I was hidden from one side by the trolley, and two sides by the plants in the displays, leaving only one side exposed if anyone should happen to round the corner. I slipped my green trousers down just a small amount, perching my bare backside on the very edge of the trolley. It was still very cold, so I had my long coat on, which covered most of my modesty anyway. Then I relaxed and very quickly a strong stream was hissing and pouring out from under me, splattering on the concrete below. In the otherwise quiet garden centre It made a bit of a racket and I only hoped that the couple nearby didn’t come to investigate the source of the noise. 30 seconds later and I gave a little wiggle to flick off the last drops and quickly pulled up my knickers and trousers in one movement; the last few drops making a damp patch in my knickers. Much relieved, I smiled to myself, admiring my own sense of improvisation which had saved me wasting 10 minutes on walking up to the building (I do enough walking in this job as it is). I realised the large puddle in the middle of the otherwise dry concrete path was a bit obvious, so I grabbed the hosepipe and watered the shrubs, making sure I got plenty on the path and so disguising my misdeed.

Well, of course that was a turning point for me and a couple of days later, I found myself in a similar situation whilst taking a wheel barrow of garden waste to the compost area at the far end of the site. This was an area which was located behind a fence out of sight of the general public and consisted of four wooden composting bins about 1m high with compost at various stages. I seemed to remember that someone once said that urine was good for compost anyway, so as I entered the compound I checked over my shoulder that no other employees were following and then I moved to the bin which was the furthest from the entrance, undid my trousers, slipped them down with my knickers, reversed against the nearest edge of the wooden bin and used my hands either side to boost myself up so that I was sat on the wooden edge with my bum hanging over the compost. I let loose and first the pee dropped straight down onto the compost, then with increasing pressure it moved forward and sprayed down the inside of the wooden bin wall directly underneath me. I let out a sigh of relief along with the hissing of my pee and fully relaxed until I was empty and the last few drips were falling to the compost. I had a tissue in my pocket, so I wiped carefully and threw the tissue in the compost; well they are biodegradable anyway right?! I jumped down and pulled up my knickers, adjusting them before pulling up my trousers. There was the tell-tale sign of the pee down the inside of the bin, but I figured it would dry soon enough. The tissue sat on top of the compost though and I thought that might not be such a great idea, but I had the new load of garden waste that I had brought with me, so I shovelled that out of the wheelbarrow and dumped it on top, hiding the tissue. I left the compound pushing my now empty wheel barrow. As I exited the compound, I saw a colleague, James, heading to the compound with his own barrow of waste and I realised that maybe it was a bit close for comfort as 30 seconds earlier and he would have caught me with my pants down. Strangely, that slightly excited me as it seemed to add naughtiness to the activity rather than it just being convenience.

Later in the afternoon I passed James again and he gave me a smile, which was somewhat more than his normal grunt of acknowledgement. Then, at afternoon break, I was having a cup of tea in the staff mess room when he came in. He made his own tea and sat down opposite me. He just smiled at me at first and then eventually he asked “Do you mind if I ask you something?”

“No, of course not.” I responded.

“Well it might be a bit cheeky, but earlier today, I passed you coming out of the composting compound and when I was putting the compost in the bin, I noticed a very wet streak on the back of the front wall, then when I added my compost and turned it over, a tissue turned up. Now, I know us lads sometimes pee in there to save going up to the building, but……. Do you also pee there?” he blurted out.

I felt myself flushing red, but then thought that he had already admitted peeing there himself, so it shouldn’t be a big deal. “OK”, I replied, “Maybe not my finest moment and it was the first time, but yes, I peed there this morning. I was totally desperate and it was too far back to the building, so I thought I’d get away with it, but it seems like I hadn’t bargained on your detective skills!”

I thought he was going to give me some garbage about it not being very ladylike or chastise me in some way, but his response surprised me: “That’s hot”. He simply said. Then, “If I’m not being to crude, I’d love to see how you do that. It might seem strange and I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but I really love it when girls are willing to pee away from a toilet. If you ever need a lookout, let me know”.

With that, James stood up and walked away, leaving me looking still a little flushed. However, I also felt a little excitement inside me and it struck me that I was also imagining in my head James stood next to the bin, penis in hand, watering the compost. My mind continued to wander and I realised my hand had subconsciously strayed into my crotch as I imagined myself sitting there again with James watching……

Three days later, I saw on the roster that I was working with James near the bottom of the site, tidying up an area ready to receive a delivery of new plants for the spring season. I inwardly felt pangs of excitement as I realised that there could be some opportunities for fun that day. I had never peed in front of anyone except the rugby team and those blokes in the gents toilets at the away game, but this would be different, peeing in front of someone I knew and knowing in advance that he thought it was hot. I also thought that I could use it to my advantage both this time and maybe in future.

I met James in the mess room and made sure to have a large cup of tea before we went out. I also invited James to do the same. He looked at me and said “We’ll be a bit far away to be drinking too much……. Oh, I see your thinking..!” I may have been imagining it, but I thought I detected a slight stirring in his trousers. Anyway, he also drank his tea and we both filled water bottles to take with us.

Down at the work site, it was heavy and thirsty work, so we kept swigging on our bottles. At morning break time, we went up to the building and had another cup of tea, but neither of us went to the toilet. Nothing was said, but there was an unspoken knowledge that toilets weren’t going to be necessary that day. We refilled our bottles and headed back to work. I was kind of hoping that James would express his need to pee first, but about half an hour after tea break, I was really struggling and I knew I would have to make the first move.

“All that tea and water is going straight through me,” I said, “I’m going to have to let some out soon.”

“I’m glad you said that,” replied James, “I’m just about bursting here!”

Without a further discussion, we threw some dead plant material in a wheelbarrow and headed towards the compost compound. Nobody else was around, but James stood just inside the gate where he would see anyone approaching whilst I repeated the steps I had done a few days ago. I turned slightly away from him as I pulled down my trousers, hiding my own neatly pruned bush, but giving him a free view of my curvy backside. I popped up onto the wooden bin and sat there. I had a few seconds of stage fright and a tingly feeling of butterflies in my tummy knowing what I was a about to do, then my desperation surged forth and I could hear my pee blasting against the inside of the front of the box and bouncing off, spraying the compost. James looked over the side of the box and was taking in every second of the torrent jet washing the wood whilst, if the bulge was anything to go by, he was making wood of his own in his trousers! Soon the pressure reduced and the stream fell to a slow but steady stream, dropping directly onto the compost below. From a stream to a dribble and then the last few drops. I didn’t have a tissue this time, so I gave a quick shake and pulled up my trousers as I dropped forward off the box.

“Wow!” was all James could say.

“Your turn.” I responded.

“I might have a bit of a problem”, James said whilst undoing his fly. He extracted his penis, but it was pointing very much up in the air, obviously more than a little excited by what he had just seen.

After standing for a couple of minutes, he manage to get it to soften just a bit and he stood next to the compost bin. He released a strong stream which arched out into the middle of the compost. Although he had been the perfect gentleman, watching me without getting too close, I couldn’t resist temptation and I took hold of his dick and started waving it around, sending pee to the far corners of the box. “I’ve always wanted to be able to do this”, I said, “but my own plumbing isn’t really geared up for it. I hope you don’t mind.”

James’ cock stiffened a bit more, which told me that he didn’t mind, so I carried on until his flow subsided, then I gave it a little shake and left him to worry about how he was going to get it back into his trousers.

Later in the afternoon, we both needed to pee again and agreed that we should visit the compost bins once more. This time, I got James to go first on the grounds that it might be easier for him without an erection. This was very true as he pulled out his flaccid penis and simply held it in front of him whilst peeing directly into the compost. Again I gently took hold of it and started moving the stream around. I now felt a little more adventurous, so I actually got up onto the edge of the compost bin and squatted at the corner where the two sides met, with one foot on each side, facing my pussy out to the compost. I squatted low and peed hard, sending my stream well out in front of me and reaching the far side of the large bin with ease. I noticed that James hadn’t bothered to put his cock away and was casually masturbating slowly whilst he took in the sight of my stream arching across the bin. His inhibitions seemed to have reduced and he actually reached out and put his hand in the flow, causing it to splash and spray around. I didn’t object, even though some of the splash back caught my trousers. My clit was getting engorged and I couldn’t help but want his penis inside me. I got down off the bin and without pulling my trousers up, I leant forward, bending over the bin side. James didn’t need more of an invitation and he was very quickly inside me from behind. In no time at all, we both climaxed and I went weak at the knees, collapsing against the bin side. James withdrew and we re-clothed ourselves to return to work, no doubt both looking a little red in the face. James told me that it was the best experience he had had in a long while and I told him that I was likely to be peeing around the place as and when needed, so if he enjoyed what he saw then he should keep his eyes open.

Two days later, I was working in the greenhouse when the irrigation system turned on and the pitter patter of water made me realise just how much I needed to pee. I could see people outside the green house and realised that I was quite on display to the outside world, so I couldn’t just squat in the greenhouse itself. However, at the back of the greenhouse there was a shed, where we kept pots, compost supplies, watering cans etc. I was feeling a bit naughty, so I left the greenhouse and headed for the shed. James was outside and asked where I was going. “Just to collect some pots”, I replied, “Would you like to help me?” Of course after the previous experience, James was being very helpful to me lately, obviously hoping to see some more. He brought a flatbed barrow along to load the pots and I started passing them out to him for him to load. “Just a sec” I said and I went inside the shed, pulled my trousers down and backed into a corner. I started peeing with the stream drumming onto the floor and a puddle immediately started growing in front of me.

James called “What are you doing in there” and poked his head in the door. His jaw dropped as he was rewarded by the sight of my muff hovering just above the floor, the stream blasting out and the steadily growing puddle beneath me.

“Sorry” I said, “I was pretty desperate.”

“Don’t apologise on my behalf” came the response as he continued to stare whilst my flow subsided to the last few drips and I stood up before pulling up my trousers.

“What about the mess” he asked?

“Don’t worry, it will mostly run through the gaps in the floor boards and it will soon dry anyway” I nonchalantly replied.

However, James was concerned someone would find it before it dried, so we “accidentally” spilled a bag of compost over it and left it to soak up the pee with the intention of clearing it up later.......

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I actually play for a womens rugby team, and the pitch side peeing stories in this aren't too far away from the truth....

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I actually play for a womens rugby team, and the pitch side peeing stories in this aren't too far away from the truth....
You know, PeeGirl, the best stories always have at least some shred of truth. Perhaps you could add some of yours to the pile.

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Peegirl, i have no experience of a ladies rugby team, or even a mens rugby team for that matter - just pure imagination so I am glad I have got somewhere near the mark. Sounds like you could tell plenty of tales in the real sightings and true stories section. i would love to read them.

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I'll second that peegirl we'd all like to read them.

Another good story Alfresco showing how the rugby training has encouraged Toni to pee wherever she needs to, but with the 6 Nations ongoing at present I'm sure the girls rugby team will be either playing or watching the matches and there's bound to be more peeing going on. Can't wait for the next instalment.

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Great stories. Really looking forward to more, especially with the possibility of an opposing team discovering the lack of facilities :biggrin:

I also really enjoyed the third installment. Kinda makes you wonder how they might deal with toilet breaks in large garden centers where the toilets could be a good walk away. The compost area makes so much sense. I can just imagine one of the women heading out there with garden waste and also enjoying a well-needed pee after staying busy in the center all morning :biggrin:

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