Jenny and Denise - Cruise Ship encounters

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I wrote a series about Jenny and Denise, which took the form of letters to Wet Carpet Magazine on the PeeSearch Forum. I think most people here would like them, so I will repost them here. Here are the first two for starters. If you like them then I'll add more - maybe a couple each week or something. I'll leave them as letters, but remove the Wet Carpet Magazine references:

Dear Friends,

I have just come back from a cruise holiday with my friend Denise and thought I would share a few of experiences with you.

Denise and I were sunbathing on the pool deck of the ship. We had been to lunch where we had consumed several drinks of water and juice in the buffet and then brought coffees out onto the pool deck with us. We were sunning ourselves in our bikinis and reading our books. About an hour had passed when Denise said to me that she needed to pee. I said that she had better put her skirt and shirt on then as the ship had a policy of no swimsuits in the indoor area. She said, "Oh don't worry about that, I wasn't thinking of going indoors". With that, she stood up and wandered over to the hot tub, climbed the stairs and descended into the water, with several men following her curves with their eyes. She sank into the water and sat on the underwater seat which ran around the edge of the tub. There were 6 other people in the tub, a mix of ladies and men. She chatted to the lady next to her and stayed in the tub for just a few minutes and then she was back. As she laid back on the lounger, she said "That is much better". She told me how she had sunk into the tub and then almost immediately released her bladder to form a jet through her bikini into the warm and bubbly water whilst chatting to her neighbour. The relief was exquisite and nobody noticed a thing.

A little later, I was also bursting to go, but I really couldn't be bothered to get up. The attendents had just brought more drinks round and I was quite happy where I was. Denise said not to worry and that I should just go where I was. I commented that I'd seen a woman on YouTube that had peed on her lounge chair on a cruise ship, but everyone looked at her and security escorted her away. "You don't want to be that obvious" Denise replied. "Look, you have two of the pool towels with you. You are laid out on one and if you fold the other and place it under you, you can pee slowly into it and nobody will even notice.

I considered the options and was still somewhat dubious, but eventually I decided to go for it. I placed the folded towel under my bottom with a good chunk of it also in front of my crotch. Whilst still reading my book, I relaxed and allowed the pee to come. First a little jet wet the bikini, then a steady trickle flowed out, pooling around my bum and soaking gradually into the towel. I carried on letting small streams out over the next couple of minutes, allowing the towel to catch up on absorbency duties. Eventually I was empty and I slipped the sopping towel out and placed it on the floor under the lounger. When we were finally ready to move on, I simply put both my towels in the towel return baskets and collected two fresh ones for next time. So convenient!

In the evening, we had formal night, where everyone dresses up really smart. The gents were in tuxedos or suits and the ladies in a variety of evening gowns and cocktail dresses. I had a long flowing navy dress which went all the way to the floor. Denise's dress was shorter but flared. After dinner, Denise and I went to the theatre show. We both had wine with dinner and had cocktails and also and iced soda to drink in the show. The show was very entertaining, but Denise found the liquid was running through her. Part way through, she whispered in my ear, "Sorry, I can't wait any longer..." then she moved slightly forward on her seat and whilst everyone was attentively watching the pretty amazing acrobatics on stage I heard a fait hiss and a spattering sound as she peed out her drinks onto the carpet. She took the empty glass from her soda and laid it on its side on the floor under her seat - then as we left the theatre at the end, she pointed out the row of seats to a nearby attendant and said she was sorry but she had kicked her drink over on the carpet. The attendant replied "Don't worry about it, it happens all the time". With that, we moved out of the theatre and into the nearest bar.

As predicted, it was busy with all the people pouring out of the theatre. So, we stood at the bar and had another drink. By this time, I was also desperate for a pee, but I had taken sensible precautions and not put on any underwear under my long dress. I kicked off my shoes and stepped slightly to the side, then as I stood with my legs together, I chatted to Denise and the barman whilst I released my bladder gently and allowed the warmth to caress the insides of my legs and flow gently down past my knees and over my bare feet, where it soaked slowly into the carpet. My dress was full enough that nobody could see a thing and when I was done, I just stayed in the same place, but moved my legs to a more natural stance. When we were ready to leave, I slipped my feet back into my shoes and we headed off. The dark carpet and low lighting meant there was nothing obvious, although it was slightly squelchy!

That was on the second day of our 1 week cruise. Needless to say, these ideas and a few others were repeated over the course of the week. We also had some trips ashore, where there weren't too many obvious toilets, but I am sure you will understand that this didn't cause us too much inconvenience. I'll write in about that separately

Jenny. XX

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Dear Friends,

Further to my last letter about cruise antics, I thought I'd write and tell you about one of our days in port.

One of the great things about a cruise holiday is waking up and finding the scenary outside the window to be different to what was there when going to bed. Denise and I were sharing a twin room on the ship and we had a balcony. I woke up about 7:30 and noted that Denise wasn't in her bed. I guessed she had gone out onto the balcony to see where we were and take in the views. We had been out at sea the night before and were due to call at the port of Skjolden in the Norwegian Fjords at about 11am this morning. The port was a long way in land and I expected that we would be well within the Fjord now.

I got out of bed, naked, and grabbed the bath robe provided by the cruise company. I opened the curtains and stepped out onto the balcony to find Denise was leaning on the balcony rail in the same attire. The mountains were close to the ship as we were sailing up the Fjord and the scenary was quite spectacular. Denise said "Good morning. I'm glad you are up, I wanted to make some coffee, but didn't want to disturb you" I replied "You shouldn't have worried, but thanks - I'll put the kettle on". Whilst I was inside, I heard a splattering sound outside and thought to myself that the crew must be washing the balconies above. However, I looked out of the door and saw Denise standing with her legs apart, still bent forward leaning on the rail and a strong stream falling from under her robe, directly between her legs. The stream continued as I watched the pee hitting the balcony floor and bouncing up to splash over the bottoms of her legs and her feet. Denise made no move to avoid the splash and just stayed there fully relaxed. I appeared in the doorway with the coffee, just as her stream dwindled to a few last drips. "Sorry", she said, "I just needed to make room for the coffee" and then laughed. I realised that I hadn't done my morning pee yet and had a bit of a nagging in my bladder. "Don't worry", I replied, "It just runs away down the drain - I might join you - after all, the bathroom in the room is far too small and the view out here is much better." With that, I sat on the chair, which had a plastic slatted seat, lifted my robe up from underneath me and relaxed back to look at the view whilst drinking my coffee and releasing my bladder. A warm jet surged forth and blasted between the slats onto the balcony floor, with a bit catching the slats and spreading to the sides onto my legs. The sound of the splattering onto the hard floor was accompanied by a lovely hiss and the feeling of relief whilst being relaxed on the chair was exquisite. Soon I was empty and all that remained was a veritable puddle which was slowly trickling over the slightly sloped balcony floor towards the gutter at the outer edge.

After breakfast (including more coffee, juice and water), we went out onto the top deck and watched as the ship manoeuvred alongside the tiny port of Skjolden. To call it a port was somewhat of an overstatement; it was just a pier that was about a third of the length of the ship and a small building through which people had to pass to reach land. The ship dwarfed the port, but in turn, the ship was dwarfed by the adjacent mountains. Once docked and the gangways put in place, we disembarked and walked into the nearby town, which consisted of just a few souvenir shops, a pub, tourist information and some houses. We noted that the only public toilet was in the tourist information centre and already had a large queue. We decided to skip that experience and go for a walk up to a viewpoint which was signed from the road. We carried water bottles, which we drank readily on the way up the steep climb. Once we got to the view point, we looked out and took in the vista of mountains and the Fjord snaking up between them. The cruise ship was there in the distance and looked a lot smaller from up here. There were about 20 people at the viewpoint and there were constant arrivals and departures as more people came up from the ship and then turned to head back down after looking at the view. By now, I needed a wee again and from the walk up, I could tell that most places on the route were not particularly easy to find a secluded place due to the steep mountain with the path cut into it. So I decided that as most people were coming up to the viewpoint and then going back, I would go further on, where nobody seemed to be going. I told Denise and she said she would join me. We walked on a bit further. The path was rocky and narrow, but within about 100 metres we were round an outcrop and out of site of the view point. I was pretty desperate by now, so we agreed that this would do. We stepped up onto a flat rock that was just above the path and we both lowered our jeans and knickers, squatted down and let forth our respective pees. Mine was jetting forward and then streaming down and off the front of the rock towards the path. Denise’s was a little more controlled and was falling more vertically and pooling underneath her before starting to run off the front of the rock. We had been going about 10 seconds when we heard a male voice, then before we had chance to cut our intense streams, two young men appeared around the outcrop. They saw the pee pouring off the front of the rock and looked up to see us fully exposed with our pussies on display between our legs and glistening flows emerging onto the rock. I went bright red but Denise burst out laughing. I apologised to the men and one of them, a handsome young lad wearing shorts and a polo shirt said “Hey, don’t worry, nothing to apologise about – we were looking for the toilets ourselves! I guess the gents must be just a little further along – great view though, isn’t it?”. I wasn’t sure whether he was talking about the view of the Fjord or the view between our legs although I suspect, possibly the latter. With that, they walked about another 10 metres, then turned to face the Fjord before lowering their zips and peeing their own streams over the edge. Denise and I enjoyed watching as we pulled up our jeans and jumped down from the rock. We headed back to the view point and then followed others down the hill towards the ship.

On the way, we were behind two ladies in their early twenties, who were obviously not outdoor types at all. They were wearing insubstantial shoes and smart blouses and trousers. One of them was stopping every now and again and grasping at her crotch. We overheard as she said “Damn, I wish I’d braved that queue at the tourist information, but who’d have thought they wouldn’t have toilets at the viewpoint!” The second girl said “I know, what kind of place is this! I’m pretty desperate myself, but I’m not going to bare my bits out here.” The first girl responded with “ I would never want to do that and it is far too busy anyway, but I really am losing it.” The banter continued and they disappeared from view briefly as the path turned a corner. As we rounded the corner, we found the first girl doubled over and pee was rushing through the back of her trousers and splashing messily to the floor. She looked highly embarrassed and she was getting some very strange looks from some people who were coming up the path. Her friend was managing to hang on, but looked like she was getting worse, then suddenly she said “Oh sod it, I can’t wait any more and she dived behind a tree, ripped down her trousers and let out a waterfall from a high squat, an embarrassed redness spreading over her face. As we continued to walk by, I commented to Denise “I think we took the best choice there girl”, She laughed agreement.

Back in the village, we called into the pub for a drink sitting at a table which looked out over the Fjord. Soon we realised that the time was getting close to 4pm and we needed to be back on board by 4:30 for sailing. We headed back along the waterfront road towards the ship, along with hundreds of other people. “I should have gone for a pee before we left the pub” said Denise “I thought I’d wait until we got back to the ship, but looking at that queue of people waiting to get back aboard, I think it might take a while”. I agreed as the beer from the pub was now well on its way through my body and my bladder was becoming distended again. I spotted some holiday homes on the waterfront. They were two storey apartment type buildings of wooden construction. The upper apartments accessed by steps and a partially enclosed walkway along the back. I said to Denise “I don’t think we will make it, but I’ve got an idea – come with me....” I led Denise up the stairs onto the secluded walkway on the first floor of the holiday homes. Once crouched down below the enclosed edge, we would be out of view of passers by. We made it look like we had gone up there to get a better view for photos of the ship, then we quickly moved towards the end of the walkway where the door of the apartment was situated. There was a doormat outside the door. Perfect. Nice and absorbent and would dampen any noise. For the second time since leaving the ship, I slipped down my jeans and knickers and adopted a low squat over the mat. I relaxed and closed my eyes as my pee started to dribble out, then fortified to a constant stream with associated hiss. About thirty seconds and I was done, a few last spurts and that was total relief. I shook the drips off and eased my knickers back into place before standing up and pulling up my jeans. I swapped places with Denise and she repeated the process although she adopted a high squat, leaning back against the door of the house for support. Her pee initially dribbled down over the doorstep, but then as it strengthened, the stream targeted the mat in front of her. Once finished, she stood straight up and pulled her jeans up. I hope nobody was looking as her pussy would have been visible above the walkway side.

With that, we left the scene and headed back to the ship, ready to enjoy dinner and the evening entertainment.

Jenny. XX

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Dear Friends,

I see that my friend Jenny has written in to you about some of our exploits on our recent cruise trip. When I read them, it brought back many happy memories of that trip and I thought you might like to hear about a couple of them from my point of view.

One day we visited Flåm, where there is a railway up into the mountains. We had tickets which we had purchased on board (yes I know it is more expensive that way, but it guaranteed us a seat). Anyway, we had to be off the ship by 8:30 and on a train that departed at 8:45. It was a holiday and as usual we weren't overly keen on getting up early due to partying the night before. We didn't really bother with breakfast, but just had coffee in our room and then grabbed some fruit juice from the cafe on our way down to the meeting point. We went ashore with our group and walked to the train. As we boarded I said to Jenny that I really should have had a pee, but there was bound to be a toilet on the train. We got on the train and found a seat and I looked for the toilet in the carriage, but couldn't see one. The train pulled out of the station and I asked the guide about the toilet, but she said that there was none on the train, but I could go in the hotel where we were having waffles and coffee at the end of the line in about an hour. An hour! I wasn't sure that I could wait 10 minutes. Well I thought I'd give it a try - after all, the train was pretty busy, the seats where vinyl covered and the floor of the train was a hard surface - even though I'm not averse to peeing just about anywhere, I do like to be discrete about it, oh for a carpeted floor, at least then I could have stood with my legs together and let the pee out gently down my legs and allow it to soak into the carpet unnoticed.

The views from the train were spectacular and I was slightly distracted for a while, but then we stopped at a view point to see a waterfall!! Well, I ask you, is there anything worse when you are crippled by a need to pee than to be stopped right next to a waterfall???!!! We had five minutes to get off and admire the waterfall. I was going to stay put, but then I had an idea. The viewing platform was crowded, so I got down from the train and merged in between the people. It was shoulder to shoulder with people craning to see the waterfall. The noise from the water thundering over the falls was enough to drown out more minor noises, so I stood there, right in the middle of the people and just let it go. The pee jetted into my knickers and ran down my legs under cover of my knee length skirt, over my sandals and onto the floor. Nobody saw a thing - they were all too busy with the waterfall.

I got back on the train, much more relaxed and we carried on to the coffee and waffles at the hotel.

We had an hour there before the return train and by the end of that time, Jenny needed to pee and I needed to pee again. There were only two toilets in the reception area of the hotel - one for men and one for ladies, but the hotel had opened two bedrooms with ensuite toilets and designated them ladies and gents as well. There was still a bit of a queue when we went and time was running out for getting the return train, so we both went into the bathroom at the same time. Whilst Jenny proceeded to use the toilet, I decided that the bath was good enough for me. She slipped down her jeans and knickers in one move, hovered over the toilet and let out a gentle stream. I lifted the back of my skirt, slipped down my (still damp) knickers and sat on the edge of the bath. As Jenny was tinkling into the water of the toilet, I jet washed the side of the bath. Soon we were both finished Jenny wiped and flushed, pulled her jeans back into place and was ready to go. I didn't bother to flush the bath and there wasn't much point in wiping as my knickers were damp anyway. I stood, replaced my knickers and dropped my skirt before we both left and walked past the queue ready to return to the station platform and await the train.

Love,

Denise.

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Dear Friends,

There seems to be a bit of interest in the happenings of our cruise holiday, so I thought I'd write in with another eventful day. It started much the same as any of the other days in that we awoke and headed straight out onto the balcony to see where we were. We were not due to dock until 10am, so we could still see the high sides of the Fjord sliding majestically past the ship as we progressed towards the town where we were due to dock. Both Jennyand I were leaning on the rail when I heard a gentle splashing. I looked to my left and saw that Jenny's feet were about a foot apart and that a stream was falling from under her short nightdress between her legs, glistening in the morning sunlight and splattering to the deck between her feet. Drops were bouncing from the deck and splashing over her bare feet. I smiled and joined her with my own first pee of the morning. It is a shame nobody could see from behind as the view of the two of us with short nightdresses riding up to our pert bottoms as we leaned forward on the rail would have been nice enough, but with the two streams falling to the deck, backlit by the sunlight it must have been great. It was fantastic that we could both be so relaxed and enjoy ourselves without inhibitions.

We soon went inside to get dressed. As we had been stood in our puddles, we left wet footprints on the balcony and onto the carpet of the room as crossed to the wardrobe to select clothes for the day. I pulled my nightdress over my head and flicked it to the bed as I then walked naked to the bathroom. Jenny was busy making coffee. I had a quick shower, then came out whilst still dripping a bit. The carpet was getting damp anyway, so I let a little spurt of pee out as I walked across to get my coffee. I didn't have much pee in me, but it was nice to let it go as I walked and leave a trail of drips behind me. Jenny had finished making coffee and was selecting clothes for the day. I joined her at the wardrobe to make my own selection. We were going canoeing, so we needed practical clothes rather than our usual dresses and short skirts. We both selected tight leggings a T-shirt and sweatshirt which we thought would be suitable as they would allow us the freedom of movement, would be warm enough and would be OK if they got wet whilst canoeing. Mine were grey leggings with a bright pink sweatshirt. Jenny's were black leggings with a light blue sweatshirt. The shirts were tight, so they showed off our shapely busts and we didn't worry about underwear, so the leggings showed the best of our curvaceous bottoms. Who said comfortable and practical couldn't also be sexy?

We went to get a hearty breakfast to sustain us for the day and washed it down with more coffee and orange juice before heading down to the meeting point for our trip for the day. The idea of the trip was that a coach took us to a point some miles upstream on a river and we paddled back downstream along the river and then out into the Fjord to finish very close to the ship. It was a lovely day and we were looking forward to it. Neither of us had done much canoeing before, but the trip said "No experience necessary", so we didn't worry too much. The tickets said that it was a physically demanding trip and that we should ensure we took water with us from the ship as we needed to stay hydrated and there may not be much opportunity to obtain drinking water on the trip, so we each took two, one litre bottles of water with us when we went to the meeting point. A group of 26 of us soon boarded the bus near the ship. The guide was telling us about the route. We would drive up to the start point, which was some way up one of the valleys leading to the Fjord. We would be briefed on the equipment and then paddle for a couple of hours before stopping at a quiet picnic place with a little cafe for lunch and then carry on for another couple of hours back to the ship. It sounded ideal.

About an hour later we got off the coach and found two vans parked with canoe trailers. There were two river guides getting the kit set up for us. It was now about two hours since we'd had breakfast and the coffee was going through me. It was obviously the same for a few others as one young lady asked the river guide where the toilets were. The guide, a fit looking bloke, typical outdoor sort, explained that there were no toilets at that point, because we were out in the wilds, but that there would be a toilet at the lunch stop. With that, several of the men in the group headed for a nearby field and lined up behind the hedge to water the ground. We couldn't see anything, but it was fun to see the line of heads and shoulders above the hedge, knowing full well what they were doing. Some girls were somewhat more reluctant and despite chattering amongst themselves, it appeared that they decided to hold it. Jenny and I have never been ones to suffer discomfort for the sake of finding a place to pee, so we headed down to the riverside where we found some large rocks. We slipped behind them and slid down our leggings, squatted down and allowed our pee to give the stones on the river bank a good wash. As our pee hissed, splashed and splattered onto the rocks, two other girls rounded the rocks and one of them said "Can we join you? We drank far too much at breakfast and there's no way we are holding for another two hours. We saw you heading hear and guessed we were of like mind". "Carry on", I said and gestured to the beach in front of us. It was totally open to the river, but completely hidden from the group getting ready. We had seen the two newcomers about the ship and they introduced themselves as Connie and Ronnie. Connie had long blond hair, was quite short but very shapely. Ronnie was taller with dark hair. They both quickly pulled down their trousers and squatted low to the ground so that they reduced splatter. I could see right between their legs and as my pee dwindled to a few drips, Connie started blasting the stones. Her peed blasted forward in a strong stream and must have cleared a good 18 inches in front of her clean shaven pussy. Ronnie was a bit slower starting, and her stream was thick and more vertical. Her neatly trimmed hair glistened with moisture drops around the main stream. By now, Jenny and I had finished, so we did a little shake and stood up, replacing our leggings. Connie and Ronnie soon finished as well and we headed back to the group. There was a brief safety briefing, issue of buoyancy aids and instruction on the use of the kit. I had done kayaking before with a double bladed paddle, but this was Canoeing with a single blade paddle. We were told that the canoes were for two people and those who hadn't paddled before were best in the front of a canoe with better paddlers preferred for the rear seat, as this was the person that did most of the steering.

We were paired with some young lads who were regular canoeists; Jim and Tim. Soon we were underway and chatting to the lads and heading downstream. It was a lovely trip and fairly uneventful for the first hour and a half. We paddled in a leisurely manner, taking in the scenery, enjoying the sun and sipping on our water as we went. Then we came to some rapids which made it a bit more interesting. They were obviously not serious rapids as we were novices, but it was enough that it made water splash over the front of the canoe and it soaked my light grey leggings, turning them instantly dark. Jim, sitting behind me laughed and said it looked like I had wet myself. I laughed as well and then said, "Well actually, I could do with another pee after all this water - Do you mind?" Jim, said "We will be stopping in about half an hour, but if you really need to go now, we could let the guide know and then pull in so you can find a bush". Now it was my turn to laugh "No need for that I said and I slid my bottom slightly backwards so that it overhung the back of the little bench seat (apparently it is called a thwart, but it didn't thwart me!). I relaxed my sphincter and in seconds a stream of pee was pouring through my leggings and splashing into the small amount of water that was sloshing around in the bottom of the boat. Jim was silent and I looked over my shoulder to see his jaw had dropped and he was staring intently at the flow emanating from within my leggings. I also noticed a light movement in the front of his shorts and they seemed to be a bit fuller than they had been previously. I said "Well you said it looked like I had wet myself, so I might as well make it justified and anyway it saves wasting time pulling over and baring my backside for all to see. Looks like you didn't really have any objection...." as I gestured to the bulge in his shorts. When Jim came to his senses he admitted that he had been a little shocked that I'd peed so openly without being embarrassed and that it did indeed have a bit of an effect on him. He also admitted that he needed to go, so I encouraged him to just let it go. His shorts were not wet, so he pointed his penis out of the leg of his shorts and peed a stream into the bottom of the boat. We chatted on for the next half an hour until we got to the rest stop. It turned out that there were only two toilets there, so with the 26 of us and 2 river guides, that made quite a queue for the loo. It was only the river guides, Jim and I that didn't join the queue. Jenny asked how I could possibly not need the loo and I just said that I'd already dealt with it. "You didn't! Not in the boat! With Jim there?!" I just smiled and went to get something for lunch (and another drink).

I won't bore you with details of the rest of the trip, but about two hours after the lunch stop, we arrived at our destination, It was a little boat store on the shore of the Fjord, about 15mins walk from the ship. The guides told us to empty the boats of any water that may have got in on the trip and to put them upside down on the rack. Jim and I turned our boat upside down and the water plus our pee poured out onto the beach. We returned it to the rack. Again, one of the girls asked about a toilet and was told that the shed was just a store and had no running water or toilets, but that we'd be back to the ship in about 20 minutes. Jenny and I went into the shed to hang up our buoyancy aids in the drying room. I thought about having a pee on the floor there, but there were too many people around. Just then, I felt a tug on my shoulder and Jenny said, "I'm sorry, but I really need a wee and I'm not going to make it back to the ship. Can you cover me for a minute?" She didn't wait for an answer, but disappeared behind a row of bins in which paddles were stored. I followed her and we found ourselves in a storage area at the back of the shed with racks of shelving housing all manner of ropes, buoyancy aids and abseiling equipment. This was obviously the dry storage area as the floor was carpet tiles rather than the concrete of the wet area. The area between two racks was well hidden and I guessed at Jenny's plan. Within moments she had backed up into a corner behind the rack and had pulled down her leggings, she sat on a pile of buoyancy aids with her pussy hanging over the front. with one last nervous look round, she let loose and sprayed a fan of pee from her urethra. It rained down onto the old and already stained floor tiles. The pile of the carpet was quite thin, so it didn't absorb very quickly and the puddle spread out across the floor. She peed for a good 30 seconds and as the stream faded to a sequence of drips, she looked much relieved. She quickly pulled up her leggings and smiled at me. "All done! lets get out of here". "Not so fast", I replied, "I'm not walking back to the ship with a full bladder either". My leggings were still very wet, so I simply knelt on the floor with my feet slightly apart behind me and lowered my bum so I was sat on my heals. I pretended to be looking in my bag in case anyone came, but I released my bladder and for the second time that day my pee was cascading out of the back of my leggings. This time it was pooling on the carpet tiles and spreading out. I soon felt it reaching my feet, but I didn't stop until I was well and truly done. The feeling of warmth around my crotch was delightful and I felt like I was being caressed by my own pee.

As soon as I was done, I stood up and we made our way back through the shed - still busy with people putting kit away - and outside. We headed back to the ship with the group and I noticed the girl who had asked about the toilets was walking a little oddly, taking small steps and pressing her legs together. She occasionally stopped and held herself between the legs. Jenny and I looked at each other and shared a knowing smile. Once again, we were much better off for our relaxed approach to relieving ourselves.

Sorry it was a bit long, but I hope you have enjoyed it.

Love Denise.

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Dear Friends,

On our last sea day before we returned to Southampton, we decided to enjoy some of the sports and activities on the ship.

There is not much to say about the early part of the day except that we repeated our regular morning pee on the balcony - this time all we could see when we awoke was sea for miles around, broken only by the occasional oil rig. We stood at the rail in our nighties, looked at each other and simultaneous released our bladders onto the deck, bursting into laughter as we did. It was only then that we heard a bit of noise above us and we looked up to see that there were two crew members in a cage travelling along the outside of the ship cleaning the windows of the upper deck. They were looking intently at us and I just knew that they had seen everything. I smiled and Jenny called out "Good morning", which they acknowledged with "It is now!" and we burst into fits of laughter again.

After breakfast we decided to try some of the activities on the ship. We hadn't taken advantage of the rock climbing wall yet, so we went and watched that for a while, then decided we'd have a go. The conditions said that socks were a requirement but thankfully they didn't mention anything about knickers as we hadn't come prepared for that. We signed the requisite waver form and put on the climbing shoes and helmets, then fitted the harness over our (probably a bit to short) skirts. After about 10 minutes of standing in the queue and watching others climb, we each took our position at the bottom of the wall. There were ship’s crew anchoring the ropes and giving instruction on how to climb. As I set off up the wall, it started fairly easy and the instructor called out which holds to reach. Once I got to about 10 feet in the air, the instructor told me to reach out to the left with my left hand and then lift my left foot high and to the side for a distant support. I thought this seemed a bit strange and I looked down questioningly, and saw that his eyes were a bit wide, then I realised that he could probably see more than he bargained for up my skirt. Thanks to the harness he couldn't see everything, but he would still be having a pretty good view of my delicious bottom. As I realised his game, I decided to oblige and go with it. I suspect the people in the queue had a pretty good view as well as all the men were certainly looking upwards and soon I could hear encouraging calls of "you can do it - stretch!" At one point I slipped and fell from the wall, instantly being held by the rope, but it was a bit of shock and in that split second I leaked a bit and I felt spurts of pee warm around the harness, then drops of pee started falling about 20 feet to the deck. I managed to clamp the flow, but it was still noticeable. I managed to regain my grip on the wall and completed the climb to the top, where I rang the bell. Then I pushed back off the wall as instructed and the instructor lowered me on the rope - I think he lowered me faster than normal, because the sides of my skirt blew right up and exposed me to the people below. It was only the harness that stopped it blowing right up all round. Back on the ground I said "Thank you" to the instructor to which he responded "No, thank you!" I think I had made his day. I looked across to find that Denise was just reaching the top and from where I was standing I realised just how good a view they must have had up my skirt as I could now see Denise's cheeks clearly around the side of the harness. I took off the safety kit and returned the harness to the desk. I apologised to the crew member "I'm sorry, it is a bit wet". He laughed and said, "Don't worry, it isn't the first time" then proceeded to turn around and put it on the rack. He wiped it down with a tissue and I'm saw I saw him put it in his pocket rather than the bin. Then he wiped it again with a cleansing wipe.

We grabbed a coffee from the nearest bar, then we decided to go for a round of miniature golf. Whilst Denise was teeing off, I sat on a little mound that bounded the side of the course and was covered in a green outdoor carpet - the same surface as the golfing area. I really needed to pee properly now and although there were people around, I decided that I would get away with peeing directly onto the carpet as long as I didn't draw attention. I slowly and gently allowed my pee to trickle out onto the mound. The feeling was exquisite as it pulsed into the carpet directly next to my clitoris. The golden liquid was partially absorbed by the carpet as it ran down the front. Denise had played her shot and invited me to take my go. "Just a minute, I'm busy" I said. "What?" then she looked between my legs and realised what I was doing. "ahh, I see. OK, mind if I join you?" She sat next to me and as I was finishing up, I heard a gentle hiss as Denise watered that grassy carpet next to me. The two puddles formed at the base of the mound, but they soon soaked in leaving not a lot of trace apart from the fact that the area was a bit squelchy.

After golf, we went to lunch and enjoyed the succulent food on offer along with a selection of beverages - we decided to have water and wine with our lunch and then finished off with tea.

The afternoon was spent round the pool and in the Jacuzzi. Both of us peed in the pool whilst we were swimming, savouring the warmth between our legs in the cool pool, but not really much else to report. We then sunned ourselves on loungers and at the end of the afternoon we got up to head back inside to prepare for dinner. I was going to wait to get back to our room to pee, but when I stood up, I felt the weight of my bladder was more than I thought and I didn't think I'd make it the length of the ship and then down 5 decks. Anyway, I thought I'd give it a go. We put our robes on over our bikinis and set off along the pool deck and into the vestibule where the stairs were located. "Just a minute" said Denise and she sat on the edge of a comfy arm chair in the central area between the port and starboard staircases. She made a show of looking at some magazines that were on the coffee table in front of her, but I knew that couldn't have been why she stopped. My suspicions were confirmed as I heard the quiet but characteristic hiss that I had become familiar with over the last few days. I said "That looks like an interesting magazine" and I squatted down next to her chair looking at the same pages. As Denise's hissing continued, I started to pee through my bikini onto the carpeted floor. The carpet was a plush very soft carpet and my stream was falling with a gentle splashing noise as it pooled before being absorbed. Soon Denise finished hissing and I finished splashing. We both stood up. The carpet was very squelchy and the chair's cushion was completely covered with a large wet stain. "Oh dear" said Denise "I forgot my bikini bottoms were wet from the pool", then laughed. She turned the base cushion of the seat over and we dragged the chair slightly to the side so that it covered my wet patch.

Then we finally headed back to our room. I will write in separately about the events from Dinner and the evening.

Jenny xx.

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Dear Friends,

I promised to write about the last night which Denise and I spent on board our cruise. Sorry it has taken me a while, but you know, busy lives and all that. Anyway, I hope you’ll enjoy the somewhat delayed account of our evening.

The last night on the cruise was not a formal night, but people still like to get dressed up a bit for the evening. We were no exception and we spent a little while getting ready. As soon as we had returned from the pool (see earlier letter), Denise threw off her robe and she peeled off her wet bikini and jumped in the shower. I wanted to have a shower as well, but didn’t want to sit around in my wet bikini whilst I waited for her, so I also stripped and went over to put the coffee machine on. It was pleasantly warm in the room, so I didn’t worry about putting any clothes back on whilst waiting for Denise. Instead, I did the last bit of my packing for leaving the ship in the morning. I just left out a short black dress for the evening and a casual skirt and blouse for the morning. The cases get collected in the evening, so I didn’t want any heavy clothes left that would need to be put in the hand luggage.

Soon Denise was finished and she came out of the shower with droplets glistening all over her skin and a towel wrapped round her, but it was so short that I could see her pussy below the towel. As she set to towel drying, I jumped in the shower myself and enjoyed the feeling of the warmth of the water caressing my body, my hands were busy soaping all over my curves, but lingering just a little longer than necessary on my boobs and my neatly trimmed mound and my mind wandering to possibilities for the evening, thinking about how I might best enjoy the parties and most likely find places to discretely relieve myself without the need to wait for a toilet. As I finished showering and brought myself back to reality, I stepped out into the tiny bathroom and onto a soft towel. The air was cool in comparison with the hot shower and I felt my nipples harden. I couldn’t resist releasing a little pee down my legs to warm them back up and I soon felt the rivulets running down the inside of my thighs and could hear them dripping onto the towel, turning the pristine white to a pale yellow shade.

Back in the room, Denise had already dried her hair and put on her deep blue short dress. I noted that it was suitably flared at the bottom which would allow some freedom for activities later in the evening. She bent down to pick up her shoes from the bottom of the wardrobe and I clearly witnessed between her parted legs that she had elected to forget her underwear. I made a brief comment on this, to which she replied “You said we should only keep out the bare minimum so we didn’t need to carry too much in our hand luggage tomorrow. Besides - I don’t want to have any dirty knickers in my hand luggage!”

Soon we were both dressed and make up applied, we headed down for dinner in the main restaurant at about 6pm. We were on a table with a married couple who were a bit older than us; probably in their early forties. We selected some wine and also had water with our meals. We chatted away comfortably whilst we enjoyed soup for starters and followed up with the main course (I had duck in some fancy sauce and Denise had a chicken dish). By the time we got to ordering desert, the wine, water and soup were making their way through me, especially given that we’d also had the coffee in our room. I was thinking about excusing myself to go to the toilet, but felt that was a bit rude whilst in company. I was getting to the point where I thought I’d have no other option, when there was a natural lull in the conversation and I hear a very faint pssstt for just a second or two, then there it was again, psssttt, ppssssssssttt, I looked at Denise and realised that she was sitting very well forward on her chair and had the tablecloth over her knee. I guessed at the source of the noise and whilst I had heard it, I don’t think anyone else had noticed as the other couple were busily regarding their dessert menus. I looked at Denise questioningly and she shrugged and smiled. Another couple of pssstts, but this time a bit longer before two short ones and then Denise sat back in her chair again. I realised that she had got away with peeing gently in small spurts under the table and then I knew I had my answer as to what I should do myself in order to relieve my aching bladder but avoid being rude to our companions.

I remembered reading about a discrete pee method which PaulyPeeps reported on the internet and I thought I’d give it a try. Under the table, I kicked off my shoes and put my feet back behind me under my chair. I kept my legs close together and moved forward in the seat, then I slowly relaxed and allowed me pee to trickle out onto the backs of my legs and run along them to the carpet at my feet. I kept the flow as slow as I could to avoid making an instant puddle and allowed time for the pee to soak into the carpet below me. All the time I carried on conversation with the others at the table in order to keep the noise level sufficient to hide my misdemeanour and to avoid looking unnatural. I was just getting into my flow when the waiter arrived to take the dessert order. Thankfully he stood at the opposite side of the table and I hope I didn’t look flushed or anything, but I was too far into my release to even consider stopping, so I continued peeing slowly as I placed my order.

At the end of dinner, I slipped my feet back into my shoes and stood to leave. As I pushed my chair back under the table, I noticed that the front was ever so slightly damp and the carpet, whilst doing a good job of hiding the pee, was also very squelchy. Thankfully we were seated against a wall, so there was probably little chance of anyone else walking on that bit for a while. I noticed that Denise’s chair had a similar mark to mine, although it was about twice the size and I could just make out a slightly darker patch on the carpet under the table in front of her chair.

Next stop after Dinner was the theatre for the farewell evening show at 8pm. We got another drink from the bar – this time we both had long cocktails. We took our seats in the middle of a row on the balcony, which had the advantage of a great view, but the disadvantage of being a bit hemmed in. Well, I’m sure you can imagine that the continuous supply of drink continued to make its presence known and about half way through the show, I was squirming in my seat with desperation. I’d finished my cocktail and a brainwave hit me. The show was full of noise from the band and the singers, so I leant forward and discretely put the glass under my skirt. Very quickly, I filled the glass, but I’d underestimated my capacity and overflowed the top of the glass. I couldn’t stop and just kept holding it there, feeling warm and slippery wee running over the side of the glass and over my fingers before running down and falling to the carpet below. Having already made a bit of a mess, I carried on until I was empty, at which point I reckon I had about 330ml in the glass and probably another 200ml on the carpet. I put the glass down on the floor in front of my seat and shuffled back on the seat to enjoy the rest of the show. As I did so, I felt another couple of spurts erupt from my urethra and pool between my legs before slowly soaking gently into the seat.

At the end of the show, I picked up my very full glass as we left and I put it down on the bar at the back as we departed the theatre. Denise said to me “I’m dying for a wee, must get to the toilet”, so we went straight to the toilets outside the theatre, but with hundreds of other passengers having the same idea, we realised that it would be a long wait. “Don’t worry” she said “I’ll find somewhere else – I can’t wait that long”. We nipped out onto the promenade deck, which was pretty well empty due to everyone being inside enjoying the entertainment. Denise sat on one of the many deck chairs and as soon as she sat, I saw the look of relief on her face and saw a waterfall between the slats of the chair falling to the deck. Within about 30 seconds, she was done and the pool under her chair was spreading as the pee ran downhill towards the side of the ship. Within a few more seconds it had reached the gulley at the edge of the deck and was flowing along it towards the nearest drain and heading on its journey overboard. As it was dark and there weren’t many people about, Denise had been undetected and we headed back inside to find our next entertainment.

We went to the photographic sales area, where we looked at the various photos that the ships photographers had taken of us over the week. Some were pretty good, but we decided that they were too expensive and we didn’t buy any. I’m sure they would make more money if they sold them at half the price, because they would sell more. But I digress, sorry!

Next on the agenda at 9:30pm was a “Street Party” on the main central area of the ship. Various Ship’s entertainers where dressed up and encouraging the guests to join in with sing-alongs and dancing. It was packed and there was very little room to move. We were stood in the frontage of the “pub” bar, looking out onto the proceedings and joining in a bit sometimes. We both got pints of lager from the pub and very quickly put them away. Needless to say, we soon needed to pee again, but there was no way we were going to get through the crowds to a toilet. We discussed the options and agreed that we would both pee standing where we were and let the pee run down our legs. The pub had a carpet up the front door and therefore we shouldn’t make too much of an obvious mess. We kicked our shoes up and picked them up as if we had sore feet. Then, whilst singing away, I released my bladder and soon the pee was caressing the insides of my legs as it headed for the floor. I couldn’t hear anything, but I glanced down at Denise’s legs and saw the tell tale glistening on the inside of her legs which showed that she had joined me in a communal release.

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When the party was over, we moved up to the Champagne Bar, where we took a seat on a sofa and ordered champagne cocktails. About an hour or so and three cocktails later, we were now getting a bit worse for wear, but were enjoying our last night when that familiar urge hit again. I whispered in Denise’s ear that I desperately needed to pee, but that I wasn’t planning on moving anywhere far. She confirmed that she was in a similar state and asked what I was planning to do, as the cushions on the sofa were light in colour and it would be totally obvious if we peed on them. I didn’t answer, but I moved up closer to her, which put me right over the joint between the two seat cushions of the sofa. I put one hand under my legs each side and pulled the cushions apart, then I released my pent up desperation and sprayed a torrent into the gap between the cushions. I felt the jet blasting out giving rise to ecstatic relief, then when I was done, I simply moved back over to the centre of my cushion. There was a very small amount of wetness visible on the top of the cushions either side of the gap, but it wasn’t anything like as noticeable as it would have been if I’d peed directly onto the cushion. Denise liked this idea and she moved over the gap and repeated the process. She took a lot longer than me, as I think she was regulating her flow to reduce the risk of adding to the visible wetness. We stayed at that bar for another hour and some more cocktails, and repeated the use of that same toilet, so I’m sure the base part of the sofa must have been pretty well saturated by the time we left.

Having been sat down for the entire time, we hadn’t realised quite how much the champagne had gone to our heads, so when we were ready to move on at around 1am, we were more than a little tipsy and as we headed down the stairs to the casino, Denise stumbled on the bottom step of the first half flight of steps, she ended up slumped in a corner of the landing, leant up against the corner of the two walls. She had her knees up in the air and her head leaning on them. Her skirt had fallen back around her waist and her feet were splayed out at a bit of an angle so that anyone passing had a fantastic view of her pussy and bum cheeks. I don’t think she realised and she just sat there holding her knees. I was trying to get her back up, but I wasn’t in a much better state myself, so I fell backwards and ended up sitting on the bottom step of the stairs, facing her. I gave up and let her rest for a bit. All was quiet, and then I heard a pattering sound. I looked between Denise’s legs and saw that a little fountain was emerging from between her legs and being sent upwards in a small arc and then back to the carpeted landing about a foot in front of her. I could see the pencil thin stream flitting around in the bright lights and raining down in front of her. I burst out laughing as it was quite a sight. It was then that I realised that I also needed to go. My bottom was sat on the lower step of the carpeted staircase and my skirt was still around me. I just relaxed and let it go. A gentle hiss heralded the arrival of my relief and I very quickly felt the warmth of my pee pooling around my bum on the bottom stair, then it started to trickle off the bottom step onto the landing where it again pooled before soaking into the carpet. I looked across at Denise and saw that her fountain was dwindling, the arc dropping and the target drawing nearer to her and soon she just had a few drops falling from her pussy directly to the carpet and then she was done. My own pee carried on for about another 10 seconds and then I remained sat there as I felt the puddle soaking away from me and cooling around me.

We stayed there like that for about 10 minutes. Several people passing by had a very good look at Denise’s nether regions and it was funny to watch, particularly the married couples where the women would look with disgust and the mend would try to get a sneaky look and be instantly chastised by their wives. A group of young lads were coming down the stairs boisterously and they stopped dead half way down the flight and stared in amazement before snapping out of it and carrying on down with suitably encouraging comments and appreciative remarks. I don’t think anyone realised that we had also peed there.

When we summoned up the strength to move, I suggested that we probably weren’t in any fit state to head to the casino, but that we should have a coffee and a walk round the deck to sober up first. We headed or rather stumbled to the little coffee bar and each had a large black coffee and several glasses of water to try to neutralise the alcohol. We then wondered out onto the promenade deck and walked a very slow lap of the ship. By the time we got to the back of the ship, both our bladders were full again, we were past caring and there was no way we were going to wait until we got back round the other side and into the doors to the inner part of the ship and the toilets. Denise and I squatted in a corner next to each other, hitched up our skirts and let fly. I loosed a razor sharp high pressure jet that blasted the deck in front of me and Denise released a more leisurely pee that streamed into a puddle directly below her. When we were finished we stood up and allowed our skirts to fall back in place, just as two young men rounded the corner. They looked at the still spreading puddles and looked back at us questioningly – we just shrugged and walked on the way we were going, which meant that they were walking behind us. As we rounded the back of the ship and headed up the port (left) side, the wind hit us square in the face and took the breath out of us for a second. It also took our skirts up in the air, a fact which I’m sure was not lost on the two gents following us as I heard a distinctive whistle form one of them and a “wahey” from the other. We weren’t too worried so I made a bit of a show of pulling my skirt back down, but I took a bit longer than might have been considered normal. Denise didn’t worry at all and her skirt continued to bounce for the length of our walk up the side of the ship. Funnily enough the gents stayed not far behind us, even though I’m sure they could easily have overtaken us as we were walking very slowly.

Having completed the lap of the ship, the effects of the coffee and fresh air made us feel much better and we decided to head to the casino. When we got there, we saw Connie and Ronnie (the girls we met on the canoe trip) sat at the bar. Armed with drinks, we decided to all try our luck at roulette and took up our places at the table along one side. I had Denise on my left, Connie on my right and Ronnie was to the right of her. About half an hour in, Connie was on a winning streak and doing incredibly well, but she was squirming in her seat. The rest of us had won the odd little bit, but were generally losing more than we were making. Connie said “I really don’t want to leave in the middle of this winning streak, but I’m simply dying for the loo – I should have gone before we started”. Being still quite a bit tipsy and therefore a little less reserved than normal, I replied “Well, you don’t have to go”.

“Yes, I do!, I’m bursting”

“No, I mean you don’t have to leave......”

“Well what else do you suggest?”

“I just figured that as you were willing to pee by the river, maybe you weren’t too worried about using a toilet.....”

“Well that was a bit different – there were no toilets around and we didn’t have much option.”

“I can’t see any toilets here, and you don’t want to lose out on your winnings, do you?”

“Not a all, but I don’t see any rocks to hide behind either!”.

“Follow my lead – just put your legs together and pee down the back of your legs – it will fall below the stool and disappear into the carpet – watch.”

With that, I moved forward slightly on my stool and bent my legs so my feet were behind me and peed down my legs. Connie could see the glistening and the slight pooling before the pee soaked into the carpet. She looked slightly shocked, but then said “Well, I guess it is only a bit of pee and I’ve drunk plenty, so it will be diluted”. Then I looked down and saw a similar puddle growing around the bottom of her stool and soaking into the carpet. Everybody’s attention was on the table and nobody else suspected anything. Connie said “That’s much better, but what about your wet knickers?” I responded “Ah, sorry, I never considered that you might be wearing any – it is much easier without – you’ll just have to enjoy the dampness I’m afraid”.

Another half an hour and Connie decided to call it quits whilst she was ahead. The rest of us were fed up of losing anyway, so we went across to the bar and bought some more drinks. Ronnie said that she needed to pee and asked if anyone else was going, to which Connie gestured to me and said “We’ve already been” and burst out laughing. Ronnie asked what she meant, so we pulled her over to a nearby corner table with low sofas and Connie explained the events at the table. Ronnie looked a bit shocked, but Denise said “Well I’m not going to traipse all the way to the toilets either”. She perched on the arm of the sofa and we instantly heard a small pattering sound as the stream of pee fell to the carpet between the sofa arm and the wall. Ronnie wasn’t about to be the only one that left us to go to the toilet, so she promptly sat on the edge of a planter and surreptitiously slipped down her knickers under her dress. Within a few seconds, was busily watering the plants whilst chatting away to us. As she resumed her seat on the sofa, we could see a very damp patch soaking into the earth.

Soon after that we decided to call it a night. It was 4am and the ship was due to dock at 6am and have us ashore around 9am. We said our goodbyes and headed back to our rooms and fell asleep very quickly. We woke up in the morning around 8am still a bit groggy and needing more sleep, but we went out on the balcony to find it confirmed that we were now docked in Southampton and would be disembarking shortly. We looked at each other, smiled and let our final pee aboard fall between our legs to the deck of the balcony.

Love,

Jenny xxx

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Dear Friends,

It has been a while now since we have been back on dry land, but our fun didn't finish when we left the ship, so I thought you might like to hear about our last day together when we concluded the holiday. It is quite a long one, but then again, a lot happened. I hope you enjoy it.

We left the ship about 9:00am in Southampton. Disembarking was a breeze - it is so organised. We walked down the gangway and out through a warehouse where we picked up our cases, followed through customs and then across to the car park. We loaded our cases and proceeded to drive out through the dock gates to join the traffic on the main road out towards the M271. We decided that as it was still early, we would make the most of being in the area and go shopping in IKEA and then go up to Paulton's Park theme park. IKEA is just across the road from the port, so it seemed rude not to pay it a little visit. We pulled into their car park, grabbed a trolley and headed up the travelator to the store. I enjoyed the feeling between my legs as the cool morning air caressed my nakedness beneath my light skirt and I felt my nipples pressing against my tight white top. Denise had on similar attire and her lack of underwear was confirmed as the wind lifted the back of her skirt briefly as we stepped off the travelator. It wasn't that busy yet, but there were a few people about as we started to wander through the aisles of merchandise. We weren’t particularly planning to buy anything, but a couple of things caught our eye and before long we had a reasonable collection in our trolley.

Shortly, Denise remarked that the coffee and orange juice from breakfast was making its presence known in her bladder and I had to agree, although I wasn’t too bad yet. We looked on the nearby floor plans to see where the toilets were and we could only see them in the cafe area on the ground floor. As we were on the third floor, with a trolley, we dismissed that as being impractical and decided to continue shopping for a while before making our way down. We rounded a corner between the aisles and found ourselves in the bedding section. I was continuing through when Denise said “Hold on a minute, I just want to try out this bed.” “I didn’t know you were after a new bed”, I responded. “That’s not what I said. I just said I wanted to try it out”. Denise then went over to the display bed and folded back the duvet. She sat down on the bed and almost instantly I heard the tell tale hiss and I realised what she was doing. Denise was relieving her over full bladder into the soft sheets and the absorbent mattress. Her face was a picture of relaxation and relief for the next 30 seconds, after which she shuffled sideways to a dry spot, then stood up, revealing a very wet patch. She checked nobody was around, then quickly used the corner of the duvet to wipe the back of her legs and her pussy, before replacing the duvet neatly over the wet patch. “That’s better”, she said “and if they won’t put toilets in convenient places, what do they expect!”

We quickly moved along and continued to browse the home furnishings. Having witnessed Denise obtaining relief, my own need was now increasing exponentially and I was starting to find it a bit difficult to walk – a couple of times, I stopped to squeeze my knees together to hold back the pressure. Then, I spotted the solution. In a corner of home furnishings were a pile of beanbags. I pulled one down off the pile and placed it on the floor, made a little hollow in it and sat down, leaning back slightly, to all intents and purpose looking like I was trying it out. I reached behind me and lifted my skirt up slightly as it was trapped between my bottom and the beanbag behind, then I relaxed and started to release my pent up pee. The feeling was exquisite as the warm pee pooled between my legs and ran backwards under my bum. The beanbag started absorbing it at the same rate as I was supplying it and I could just feel the movement of the pee causing a tingling as it left my urethra and caressed me in its way into the beanbag. A young couple walked past whilst I was in mid flow, but they couldn’t see anything, so I carried on regardless and they simply smiled a “good morning” smile as they went past. Eventually, my pressure dwindled and with a few last spurts I was done. I remained sitting for another 30 seconds or so during which I felt the pool beneath me soak away. I pulled myself forwards, rubbing my pussy and backside dry on the beanbag as I did, then I picked up the beanbag, turned it over and put it back in the pile. I was careful to move some of the other beanbags around so that “my” beanbag was behind others and would be less likely to be discovered quickly.

We continued around the store, for another half an hour, then ended up in the cafe, where we eacj had a large pot of tea and some cookies. After being on a cruise, it is quite difficult to get out of the habit of eating and drinking almost constantly! We paid for our purchases and headed out to the car. It was by this time 11am and we drove the few miles up the road to Paulton’s Park theme park.

Paulton’s Park is mainly a park for kids, but there are some decent rides for adults and we’d never been, so we thought we would try it whilst we were in the area. Of course, immediately inside the entrance is a cafe, so we had to have another drink! I grabbed a bottle of juice and Denise had a diet soda, then we headed to the far corner of the park where we joined the queue for their biggest rollercoaster – the Cobra. This was a great ride, but the queue was nearly 30 minutes and by the time we got off, we both needed the loo again. “Don’t worry”, I said “We can go on the log flume next and that will avoid the need to find the toilets”. “Good idea” replied Denise and off we headed to the log flume. The queue here was much shorter and within a few minutes we boarded our “log” and started on the upward journey to the top of the ride. The log had a raised seat running the length of the log and we sat astride it with our legs down to the side. There was already water slopping around in the bottom of the log and we were obviously going to get wet, so as the log climbed the conveyor, I released my bladder and peed all over the seat. The pee poured off the seat and ran splashing into the water in the bottom of the log. Denise, always one to try and go one better, sat back with her legs apart and slipped her hands under her skirt. She pulled her labia apart and released her pee as a jet, which went flying forwards all over the bench seat in front of her. Before she had finished, we reached the top of the conveyor and started on the descent. She let go of her labia and returned her hands to the side to hold on – the rest of her pee still pouring out of her onto the seat and flowing into the bottom of the log. In seconds, we reached the bottom of the drop and were drenched as the bow wave rose ahead of us and crashed down on top of us. I suddenly realised that maybe our choice of tops might not have been the best as without bras underneath, our tight white tops now clung to every contour of our shapely breasts and we looked for all the world like we were entering a wet T-shirt competition. Ah well, there wasn’t much we could do about it now, so we completed the ride and then got off and walked away confidently with our breasts perfectly defined for anyone who wanted to see. And it seemed that there were plenty who did want to see. As we walked to our next ride (The Edge), many male heads turned in our direction and I noted a few of these being chastised by their wives or girlfriends! Denise and I both quite enjoyed the attention, and it was a lovely warm summer day, so we didn’t worry too much and enjoyed our trip on the edge, with the cool breeze from the movement of the ride heightening the feeling of the soaking fabric against our breasts.

Soon it was lunch time and we returned to the cafe where we enjoyed a hot lunch, but the air conditioning made a chill run through us as we were still wet. My nipples were somewhat erect as a result and within a few minutes of sitting down, two young men spotted us and asked if they could join us. Denise acknowledged the request and we started chatting to James and Arthur. They were very polite and didn’t mention our very obvious clothing malfunction, but their eyes told the story as they couldn’t take them away from our tops. Arthur went to the counter and bought us more drinks. This time I had hot chocolate to warm me up and Denise had a latte.

After lunch, we went on the astroglide – a slide where six people can race down on mats. Arthur and James declined to join us on the ride, but stood at the bottom to watch us coming down. It was only as we went over the bumps in the slide and my skirt rode up that I realised why they had decided to wait at the bottom! I saw James’ eyes widen as he must have got an eyeful of my pussy on open display to the world. Arthur was looking in Denise’s direction and I think he must have had a similar view because he bent down to pick up the mat for Denise as she got off and stood up in a not very ladylike manner.

By now, we needed the loo again, but the toilets were not nearby. I made some excuse about needing to sit down for a minute and headed for a nearby grassy bank. Denise sat down next to me and I was expecting James and Arthur to also sit down, which would mean that we could discretely pee into the grass without them noticing. However, I think they had other ideas that they might get a good view up our skirts again if they stayed standing, as they remained on the tarmac path in front of us. I wasn’t too worried, as I kept my legs together and stretched out in front of me, then started peeing into the grass. Happily, I don’t make too much of a hissing noise (unlike Denise), so I could pee away undetected. Denise was obviously aware of this because she hadn’t started peeing. However, I hadn’t reckoned on how hard and dry the ground was and before I knew what had happened, James remarked “Um, this might sound odd, but are you peeing?!”. I flushed bright red as I realised I’d been rumbled although still confused as to how he had realised, then I saw that the stream of my pee had run down the dry ground of the grassy bank and was pooling onto the tarmac of the path in front of me. I had to concede that he had rumbled me and made some mumbled excuse about being caught out and it was too far to the toilets. Denise saved me by diverting some of the embarrassment. She said “it is only natural, I was about to do it too!” Then she lifted her knees, spread her legs and peed with full force, making a glorious hissing noise as a stream poured out from her pussy and streamed down the bank to make another puddle next to mine. Both James and Arthur stood there with their mouths open and their eyes transfixed on the action under Denise’s skirt. I also perceived a growing swelling in their trousers, which showed that they weren’t exactly disappointed to find out that we peed in public. When Denise had finished and James and Arthur had managed to close their mouths, Arthur simply said “Wow!” but James was a bit more cunning in his response “That was quite something - Can I buy you girls another drink?”. We laughed and allowed them to buy us large sodas at the nearby stand.

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We spent the rest of the afternoon together going around various rides and being plied with drinks from the boys. They didn’t say anything directly, but I think they were disappointed that we hadn’t needed to pee again, so they had kept the soda coming and we must have drunk way too much. By late afternoon, it was certainly ready to come out and at that point we were near the central part of the park and I said to Denise that I was off to the ladies. She agreed and said she would come with me. Both James and Arthur looked crestfallen and James had the guts to ask “Do you not prefer to wee outside?” I responded “I’ll quite happily go outside if there isn’t a toilet, but if the toilet is there, I would normally use it”. Denise agreed – “peeing is about convenience – I’ll pee wherever is easiest and most convenient. If that happens to be a toilet then that is fine, but if there isn’t one around then I’ll find somewhere as a suitable alternative.” James countered with “That previous show was so special, could you let us see a repeat? What about if we agree to buy you dinner in the pub when we leave here?”

Denise and I were teasing all along and we continued the charade as we talked quietly in whispers pretending to debate the issue, then without saying anything we walked back to the boys and I took James by the hand whilst Denise took Arthur’s hand. We walked away from the toilet block and over to the back of the park, where there were some garden areas with walks. “Fairs fair” I said “if you want to see a repeat performance, it is certainly time we saw what performance you can give”. We entered a secluded garden area and James and Arthur lined up next to each other facing a hedge. James unzipped first and without hesitation pulled out his cock and pissed a strong stream into the hedge whilst Denise and I looked on. Arthur was a little more reluctant, but I said “OK, no deal then” Secretly, there was no way I was going to hold on much longer as those sodas were piling up in my bladder by this time. However, I wanted to see Arthur pee and unless he played the game, I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me pee in all my glory (last time they didn’t see anything other than the puddle from me). Seemingly convinced, Arthur turned to a nearby tree and unzipped. He took out his dick and started a few dribbles onto the ground, then froze up a bit. He stood there with his dick in hand, looking embarrassed and worried that someone might catch him, but then he relaxed a bit and managed to get the stream going. Soon, he was peeing in full flow and soaking the side of the tree. Denise sidled up to him and putting her arm around his waist, she took hold of his dick and started directing the flow to soak a bigger area of the tree. Arthur’s penis was starting to firm up and his pee soon dwindled and cut off. Denise gave it a few shakes and popped it back in Arthur’s trousers.

“OK”, she said, “Now it’s our turn.” Denise and I squatted down against the hedge, legs slightly apart and we lifted our skirts at the front so the boys could see our pussies with our neatly trimmed pubic hair. Denise started first with her characteristic high pressure jet accompanied by her usual hissing. The stream blasted in front of her and landed about 80cm in front, scoring a channel into the dirt of the garden bed and foaming up where it landed. My own stream started as more of a dribble as I was slightly embarrassed by the presence of the two young men. Soon I got it going and I was also sending a powerful jet in front of me. We both peed for ages as all that soda made its reappearance. The other things that made a reappearance were the bulges in the trousers of the two onlookers. “Very impressive” said James as we stood back up and allowed our skirts to fall back into place.

True to their word, the James and Arthur invited us to meet them in the pub which is located on the road from the park back to the motorway for dinner, which we duly did. We secured a booth style table with bench seats. Denise and I sat opposite each other on the inner ends of the bench. James sat next to me and Arthur next to Denise. We selected our food from the menu and Arthur went to the bar to place the order. He returned with our drinks – a pint of bitter each for the boys and a pint of cider each for Denise and I. We had a pleasant chat whilst we waited for the food and before it had arrived we were nearly through our drinks. James went to get some more so that we had something to drink with our meals. I had another cider, but Denise moved onto a lemonade as she was driving. The food arrived and I was tucking into my scampi and chips when I needed a wee again. The cider was going to my bladder and maybe a bit to my head as well. I said that I needed a wee and James got up to let me out. I said “what is the matter?” and he replied “I was moving to let you out to go to the ladies.”. “I didn’t say I was going anywhere”, I responded and he looked at me quizzically “but you said you needed a wee.....”. “I know. That is not the same thing. Sit down – your food is going cold.” James sat back down and I took an empty cider glass off the table, slipped it deftly between my legs with my right hand whilst continuing to eat my food with my fork in my left hand. Very shortly, the sound of my pee tinkling into the glass could just be heard above the general noise of the pub. My aim wasn’t great and although I got most of it in the glass, a bit ended up on the front of the bench seat and ran down onto the carpet below. I wasn’t worried as I’m sure the carpet has seen plenty of spilled drinks in its time. As the glass filled, I felt it warm in my hands and I could hear the note changing in pitch as the fluid level changed. Within about 20 seconds I was nearly spent and with a couple of spurts I was done. I brought the glass above the table and continued to sit forward so any last drops would drip to the carpet out of harms way. I cheekily placed the 80% full glass in front of James on the table. With all the liquid I’d drunk today, it looked just like a pale lager. James looked at it in disbelief and then asked what he was supposed to do with it. I told him that it was up to him – he could either pour it in the pot plant that was next to the table, or he could leave it for the waitress to collect when we had gone, or he could do what anyone would expect to do with a glass of lager and drink it.

James looked a little shocked and continued to eat, occasionally looking at the glass in front of him. Nobody else said anything on the subject and we carried on eating. Once we had finished the main course, we ordered puddings and Arthur went to place the order and get more drinks. Whilst Arthur was away, James looked across to check he wasn’t looking, then he picked up the glass of pee and took a tentative sip. “Wow”, he said, “It is really sweet. I thought it would be salty and pungent, but it isn’t”. “That is because I’ve drunk lots of soda”, I said. “I hope you like it.” “Most certainly”, came the reply and with that, he took a bigger taste and swallowed it. When Arthur came back, James told him that he should try the pee and explained how nice it was. Arthur didn’t seem convinced, but eventually was persuaded. He too looked pleasantly surprised as the warm liquid flowed over his tongue and into his throat. During desert, the two of them finished the glass completely and I couldn’t help but smile at the sight and I must admit that I was getting quite wet down below, thinking of these two young men enjoying my pee.

A waitress arrived and cleared the empties, including the now empty pee glass. Denise now needed to pee and she said as much. Arthur said that he would let her out, as he assumed she needed to go to the ladies, especially as there were no longer any empty glasses. “No, don’t worry”, said Denise, “I’m not going anywhere.” She moved forward on her seat and spread her legs slightly apart, then whilst continuing to chat away to us, we heard the tell tale hiss and splatter as she proceeded to spray her pee all over the carpet in front of her, hidden from everyone by the table and the two people sat on the outer edge. Denise never flinched and casually ate her pudding whilst soaking the carpet beneath the table.

Following consumption of our puddings, we all had coffee and enjoyed chatting for a while longer. Then we wandered out to the car park. James and Arthur called in to the gents on the way out, but Denise and I didn’t bother, although we were ready to pee again after the drinks from the pub. We waited in the car park to say goodbye to our new found acquaintances and whilst they were in the toilet, we hatched a little plot to help them remember us. We had parked on the end of a row, with the boot of our estate car facing outwards. We opened the boot and sat on the boot sill, awaiting their return. As they rounded the end of the next row of parked cars, we simultaneously leaned back, lifted our skirts, spread our legs and peed a beautiful pair of arcs out into the car park. The rains from our pussies fell in front of us by a good metre and formed too spreading puddles on the tarmac. James & Arthur stood mesmerised again as the streams glinted in the fading sunlight and the puddles spread towards them on the floor. When we were spent, we said our goodbyes, had a brief hug and James gave me a card with his number on it. We got in the car and drove off, calling back through the window “Don’t forget us!”. “We certainly won’t!” came the reply.

Love,

Jenny xx

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Dear Friends,

Life has been busy recently and I'm afraid I haven't read your columns as often as I normally like to do, but boy when I picked up the latest issue I was gobsmacked by the some of the recent stories - so many daring girls out there and excellent narratives. Thanks so much for sharing them. It made me realise just how long it is since I've written in so I thought I'd let you know how Denise and I followed up our previous meeting with James and Arthur.

Well, a couple of weeks had passed by since our cruise and we had gone back to work, not really having time to think much about enjoying ourselves. Then one evening we Denise and I met up for drinks and started talking about our holiday. Before long, the subject turned to our peeing exploits and how nice it had been to be able to relax and pee pretty much anywhere. Denise's favourite was the time where we both peed into the gap in the sofa cushions in the champagne bar and mine was the casual ability to pee stood looking over the balcony rail. Denise said that maybe we should do that more often and I responded to say that actually I was pretty full right now and maybe we could indulge ourselves before we left the bar. We were sat in a secluded booth in the pub and the music was quite loud, so we thought we'd get away with it. I scooted forward on my seat and released a stream onto the thirsty carpet below. A few dribbles went down the front of the seat and then the stream strengthened and pattered down to the carpet below. Meanwhile, Denise remained sitting back in her seat and I asked her whether she was going to join me. "I certainly am!" she said and without moving she started to make a hissing sound as she poured her pee into the cushion of the seat, looking highly mischievous as she did so.

We remained in the booth and as we were finishing our drinks, Denise recalled the similar location at the pub after Paulton's park and said "It is a shame James and Arthur aren't here to enjoy the show - I bet they would have loved that!". I replied that maybe we should meet up with them as I was sure I still had James' card somewhere. I ratched around in my ample handbag and there stuck at the bottom I found a piece of slightly crumpled card. I pulled it out and rang the number.

"Hello."

"James? It is Jenny - from Paulton's park - remember me?"

A couple of seconds delay then

"Jenny! Yes, of course - I didn't expect to hear from you."

"Well did you enjoy your day with us?"

"Absolutely! Never better"

"Fancy meeting up somewhere?"

The rest of the conversation included various small talk, but we agreed to meet up in Bournemouth and spend an afternoon by the sea.

On the appointed night, Denise and I caught the train to Bournemouth. We both wore short skirts and blouses - no knickers. We met James and Arthur at the station and after a brief re-union hug, in which James slipped his hand "accidently" up my skirt, establishing my lack of underwear, we headed towards the beach, chatting in a lively manner. On the way, we passed through an ornamental garden and I winked at Denise and asked "Is that a squirrel in that tree?" - We all looked up into the tree where I was pointing, but nobody could see anything. Whilst their attention was otherwise engaged, I stood with my legs apart and peed onto the grass. The patter gave me away and suddenly all eyes were on me. James and Arthur were slightly shocked, but the bulge in their trousers showed that they weren't disappointed. When I was done, Denise said we should get an ice cream and sit on a bench to eat it. We all sat down and as Denise licked seductively at her ice cream, we heard another patter and saw a stream falling through the slats in the bench from beneath her skirt. Arthur put his hand on Denise's leg and moved it up under the skirt - Denise opened her legs slightly and continued to pee as Arthur found his target and delighted in the warm wetness coating his fingers as it emanated from Denise's slit.

We carried on down to the beach. Denise and I had bikini tops on under our tops, so we removed our tops and sunbathed in just our short skirts and bikini tops. James and Arthur got some drinks for us from the beach cafe then stripped to their boxer shorts and we sat and chatted, drank beer and did a bit of fondling as we enjoyed the sun. Soon Arthur needed the toilet and made to go and get dressed to walk up to the toilets on the pier. Denise told him not to be so silly and said he should pee where he was. He argued that it was far too exposed and there were too many people around. I said that I'd show him what to do and with that, I sat up, spread my legs a little and scooped some sand with my hands to make a hole about the size of a melon in front of me. I scooted forward slightly and let go a stream into the hole whilst I turned slightly to the side and pretended to look for something in my bag. The jet hit the bottom of the depression in the sand and formed an initial damp patch followed by a growing, foaming puddle. which nearly filled the hole. As I finished, the puddle started to subside as it soaked into the sand. I spread some sand back over the top and nobody would be any the wiser.

"There you go" I said and Arthur replied "Wow! I like the technique, but I won't be able to try that for a while as my dick is pointing skyward now!" We all laughed and our attentions were turned to the tent pole in his boxer shorts. Denise said that he should still dig the hole, but lie face down over it, point his dick into the hole and just relax when ready. After about five minutes he managed to do exactly that as we listened to the splashing in the hole. Half an hour later, James also needed to go, but he was able to do so by sitting up and peeing out of the leg of his shorts. Finally Denise completed the set peeing in the same way as I did, although she raised her knees which meant her pussy was on show and, Arthur made a point of moving so he could get a great view of the urine jetting out from Denise's pussy into the foaming puddle.

Later on, we had a meal in a restaurant on the sea front, which was largely uneventful, although worth pointing out that we all had a fair bit to drink. The boys both went to the toilets whilst we were in there, but Denise and I didn't bother. After Dinner, we went for a walk along the promenade and the cooling air combined with the drink consumed made me need the loo again. I went to the public toilet, and feigned surprise when I found out that it was now locked. The sign outside said that it closed at 6pm. I said that I was going to have to find somewhere to go and Denise agreed that she wasn't far behind me, so we headed up the zig zag path that leads from the beach to the cliff top. On one of the bends, there was a bench looking out to sea, so Denise and I sat on the bench. "Watch this" Denise said. We simultaneously spread our legs apart, leant backwards and held our pussies with our hands, releasing our pee as a high pressure jet forming an arc and falling to the tarmac path about three feet in front of us, where two puddles formed and started flowing in streams down the path away from us. All the drink made us pee for ages and the streams were like rivulets all the way down the path. James and Arthur stood there mesmerised.

"OK", I said, "I think it is time that you guys both cleaned us up". They didn't need any second invitation and within an instant they were both kneeling at the bench licking the pee off our legs and our pussies. The bulges in their trousers were large again and I released James' penis from his trousers whilst Denise did the same for Arthur. Thankfully it was starting to get dark and there were very few people around. Before long, things progressed and Denise stood up, turned around, bent over and leant on the seat back. Arthur flipped Denise's skirt up and entered her from behind. I didn't want to miss out, so I lay along the bench and James climbed on top of me. Soon we were enjoying a good pounding and it wasn't long before we all reached orgasm. We sat there for 5 minutes to recover, then we adjusted our dress and headed back towards the beach and on to the station.

Just before we reached the station, Denise and I offered one last treat as we stepped into a side alley, stood side by side with legs apart and poured out our offering onto the road. We all hugged and kissed and Denise and I headed for the train.

The journey back was about two hours, so by the time we reached our home station, we both needed to pee again, but the station toilet was locked. The waiting room was open though, so we nipped in there and popped a squat, spraying two lovely puddles over the concrete floor.

Christmas is coming, so who knows what we might do for Christmas and New Years Eve.

Love

Jenny x

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Well, that was all that I wrote. I never got round to extending it for Christmas and New Years Eve. I suppose I might eventually.

Let me know what you think and maybe I'll carry on.

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Thanks for taking care of posting it all here Alfresco.

The split to characters limit is a bit annoying (more for you than us), so I hope the admin will agree to raise the limit on the number of characters per post.

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It is four years since your have heard from me, but Denise and I still meet up fairly regularly.   I haven't written much, because most of our peeing exploits are very similar to those that you have already heard about.   However, we have recently had a weekend away which you may enjoy hearing about.

A friend of mine, Charlotte, has a caravan which is set up on a seasonal site near Brighton (South coast of England) and she goes down there most weekends with her family, but her husband had taken the boys to some football thing so she asked me if I wanted to with her instead.  I wasn't so sure about the camping and caravanning type of thing, but she said it would be fun, so I agreed.

She picked me up about 6pm on Friday night and we travelled by car for about two hours to the campsite.   As we pulled in, I noted that it was a well presented site with a reception building that appeared to house a shop and a small bar near the entrance.  We drove past this and on up towards the back of the field where her caravan was pitched.  It was quite a large 'van, with an awning in front of it.   She explained that the awning was great in the summer because you could open the panels and it became like a sun shade so you could sit outside but still be under cover.   We unpacked our few things into the caravan and I noted that it looked remarkably comfortable and well equipped - much better than what I was expecting.  It had a gas cooker, fridge and even a bathroom with shower and toilet!    I saw this and said that actually after the travelling, I could really use the toilet.   Charlotte said - "ah, actually, we don't use the toilet as it is too much faff to keep emptying the waste tank and nobody likes that job.   There is a toilet block that you can use" and she pointed me in the direction of a solitary block about 150 metres away.   She hesitated and then said "I don't know what your attitude is to the great outdoors, but personally I'm not that keen on the toilet blocks, so I quite often just pop a squat round the back of the caravan.   It is quite secluded, so nobody can see, it is more convenient and far less smelly."   This was music to my ears.  I didn't realise that Charlotte was an outdoor pee person, but I wasn't going to object.   I said "Sure, I'll give it a go - I'm not too enthralled by toilet blocks either"  

With that, we both walked round the back and sure enough, it was obvious that we couldn't be seen by anyone as it was a fairly narrow gap between the caravan and a hedge.   "The boys pee straight into the hedge and I always thought it unfair that I had to trudge down to the block, so I started to squat here as well.  Hubby doesn't seem to mind, in fact, I've caught him watching me a few times and I'm pretty sure he likes it!".   Charlotte pulled down her leggings and squatted low, facing the hedge. She started peeing straight away, her stream jetting towards the grass at the base of the hedge.   I was wearing jeans, so I unbuckled, pulled down the jeans and my knickers and joined Charlotte in a low squat.   There was no hesitation as I shot my pee out into the base of the hedge.   "You're a natural" commented Charlotte, "looks like you've done this before".   I replied with "I've never been caravanning, but I've certainly peed outside plenty of times".   

When we finished, we both gave a little shake and pulled up our trousers.   Charlotte commented that she didn't use toilet paper as she didn't want to end up with lots of paper in the hedge and she didn't want to carry it back round the front as it would make it more obvious to her neighbours what she was up to round the back.  She said she was sure that some suspected anyway, but she wasn't that bothered and she was sure other's on the site had similar approaches.  We went back inside and charlotte put the kettle on and brewed two large mugs of tea.  We were chatting and catching up on things that had been going on in each other's lives and soon we opened a bottle of wine.

A little later, we decided to go for a walk down to the seafront and get some fish and chips for dinner.   The beach was a short walk away down a lane which came out on the a promenade.  A further short walk along the promenade brought us to the chip shop where we purchased our dinner and a bottle of coke each to wash it down.  We sat on a bench looking out to sea whilst we ate, enjoying the waves crashing onto the beach.   By now, the tea and wine from earlier was going through me and I said to Charlotte that I needed to pee again and asked what were our options - a leading question rather than asking where there might be a toilet.   Charlotte wasn't slow to respond and with the alcohol now in our system and our earlier outdoor pee having broken the ice she didn't hesitate to say that there were no toilets nearby so our best bet was to go down onto the beach where we could pee by the promenade wall.   We deposited our chip papers in a bin, but Charlotte kept hold of the napkins, saying that they could be useful in a minute and we descended the steps onto the beach.   We stood next to each other on the pebbles, backs to the promenade wall and dropped into a squat right up against the wall, lowering our trousers as we dropped.  There were a few people on the beach, but they were far enough away not to worry us.  They would probably be able to tell what we were doing, but they weren't close enough to bother us.  I started first and my pee jetted out in front, splashing onto a wide area of stones and turning them instantly darker and making them shine.  The pee bounced off the hard stones, causing splashes up the backs of my legs.   Charlotte started hissing next to me, with her pee splattering the stones directly below her.   When we were finishing, Charlotte passed me a napkin and we both wiped our intimate parts and wiped the splashes off the insides of our legs.  We buried the tissues under a few stones, stood up, adjusted our clothes and returned to the promenade. 

We stayed, watching the waves for a while until it started to get dark and then headed back to the campsite.  We passed the toilet block on the way up to the caravan, so Charlotte said that being as we were walking past, we probably ought to use it.  She led the way inside and we found that the toilets were a simple affair with concrete floor, four cubicles and two sinks.  I pushed the door open on the first cubicle and saw that it was clogged.   The second cubicle was OK, but had splashes on the seat.  The third cubicle had the seat missing and the fourth cubicle had a wet floor and tissue strewn about.    "Not the best toilets" said Charlotte.   "You can see why I don't use them often".   I agreed and was hesitating as to which cubicle to use, when Charlotte went into the one with the sprinkled seat.  She didn't shut the door, but pulled down her leggings and hovered over the toilet, leaning forward a bit.   She peed backwards with some force - the first bit overshot the toilet and wet the back part of the seat and some fell to the floor, she adjusted her position and got most of the rest in the toilet, but still splashed the seat a bit.  As her stream subsided, it well more directly down and impacted the front of the seat.   "Ah well", she said - "It was already wet" and she giggled as she pulled some toilets paper out of the dispenser, wiped and dropped the tissue into the toilet.  She pulled her leggings back up and left the cubicle without flushing.  I said to Charlotte that I really didn't want to use the toilets, which she understood, so she said "There is another option" and pointed at a drain in the floor in front of the sinks.   I liked her thinking, so I asked her to keep watch at the door and I squatted near the drain.  I pissed a torrent onto the concrete about a foot from the drain and watched the puddle darken an increasingly large area of the floor before running across the floor and into the drain.   When I had finished, the floor still had a large puddle that was slowly draining away.

Back in the caravan, we sat on chairs in the awning and consumed more wine as we talked away for ages.  We finally were ready for bed around 2am.   We nipped round the back of the caravan for another pee before bed.  I couldn't see much now but the light filtering through the caravan window blinds was giving just enough light to avoid peeing on my shoes.  I heard Charlotte hissing next to me.  We came back round to the front and Charlotte zipped up the awning and closed the curtains before we retired to bed.

About 6am, I woke, hearing stumbling about.   Charlotte was trying to creep quietly out of bed, but not doing a very good job of it.  She opened the caravan door and went outside.  Within 30 seconds, I could hear a hissing and splashing and it struck me that I hadn't heard the awning zips open. I raised the blind on the window next to my bed and could just make out the shape of Charlotte squatted in the front corner of the awning, her short nightshirt lifted clear of her white backside which was just visible against the black backdrop of the awning.  The hissing continued for about 30 seconds, then she simply stood up and dropped her nightshirt back into place before coming into the caravan.   I asked her if she was OK and she answered, "Yeah, just needed a piss, sorry if I woke you"   I responded "It's OK, and now I am awake, I need to go too, but I'm not sure about going out in the dark".   Charlotte said "Oh, don't worry about that - just go in the awning.   It will soak into the grass by morning and with it all zipped up and dark, nobody is going to see you."  I got out of bed and stepped outside.  The grass was damp and cold on my bare feet and the air was cool around my legs and my bottom that was only just covered by my nightshirt.   I went and stood in the opposite corner to where Charlotte had been and just let the pee run down my legs, over my feet and into the grass.   It was a nice feeling of the contrast of the warm pee against the cool air on my legs.  I wiped my wet feet on the mat as I re-entered the caravan and got back into my sleeping bag.  My wet legs were dried quite quickly by the fabric of the sleeping bag as I enjoyed lying in the slight dampness.

I will write a bit about the rest of the weekend if you are interested.

Love Jenny  xx

 

 

 

[wetwulf 3,324]

On 9/10/2018 at 7:46 AM, Alfresco said:

if you are interested.

Oh, I am definitely interested.

[steve25805 126,023]

On ‎9‎/‎11‎/‎2018 at 10:56 PM, wetwulf said:

Oh, I am definitely interested.

Me too.

[daemoniak 614]

This is definitely a promising rebound; I've love to hear more about Jenny and Charlotte's week-end!

[whiskey35 306]

Great to hear of Jenny's latest adventures, looking forward to hearing more about her caravan trip.

[Valenta 50]

I cant wait to hear about the trip Jenny made

[wetwulf 3,324]

I love this series even more now because I miss cruising and traveling so much. 

[Alfresco 11,631]

On 4/13/2021 at 6:21 PM, wetwulf said:

I love this series even more now because I miss cruising and traveling so much. 

Yep, I've been on a few cruise holidays, but my last one was September 2019 to Norway and Iceland and I've missed all of those things.  Would love to be doing it again, but Covid means that it is going to be quite some time before things get back to normality.   Just goes to show that you have to enjoy the opportunities when you have them.

[Alfresco 11,631]

Well, has it really been two and a half years?   Where has the time gone?   I am really sorry that I didn't get back to you guys and let you know about the rest of that weekend with Charlotte.   To be honest it is all a bit hazy now, but I do remember that we went for a couple of walks and peed in the great outdoors a few times.   

Anyway, back to the subject of this update.   I have been missing holidays and adventures - especially with Covid putting a stop on any further possibilities of cruising for a while.   You can imagine that I was very pleased when the lockdowns started to lift and I heard that it was now ok to go and stay in self contained accommodation once again.   I spoke to Charlotte and asked whether there was any chance of joining her at the caravan again.   She explained to me that she would be going there with her husband at the weekend whilst her two boys were away at their nan's and in any case, we are not allowed to share accommodation yet.   "However", she ventured "If you are up for it, then you could always pitch a tent next to the caravan - we could still do things together - socially distanced of course, as we can meet as two families outside and we'd still be within the 'rule of 6'".   I wasn't keen on camping, that sounded like another step down from caravanning and a million miles below 5* cruising, but I was desperate for a break so I agreed.

I drove down separately as we couldn't car share so when I arrived on the campsite Charlotte and her family were already there.  I had to ring Charlotte to find out where her caravan was located because they had a different allocated pitch each season.   This time it was located more centrally where a few caravans were set into a secluded alcove with trees behind.   As ever after a journey, I needed to pee badly, so after saying hello to Charlotte, I said "Excuse me for a sec" and I dashed behind the caravan and a few paces into the trees. Charlotte was trying to start to say something, but I didn't really hear as I was just focussed on my need to pee.   I turned so my back was into the trees, hitched up my short skirt, ripped down my thong, squatted and started to pee.   I glanced down to make sure I wasn't peeing on my shoes and then once I was mid stream and everything was settled, I looked up and noticed a face behind the caravan's rear window.  It was a guy of about my age and he was stood there with his mouth open.  It dawned on me straight away that this must be Jim and I hadn't even thought about the fact that he was probably in the caravan!  Possibly not the best way of meeting someone for the first time.   Well, I was committed now, so I carried on and I gave him a sheepish wave.  He snapped out of his stunned trance, closed his mouth and waved back, but didn't move away from the window.   I finished peeing, by which time I'd given the grass a good soaking.   I dripped for a couple of seconds then gave a good shake, stood up, pulled my thong up and let my skirt fall back into place.

I walked out of the trees and back around the front of the caravan a bit sheepishly.   Charlotte was laughing.  Jim came out of the caravan.   
Charlotte introduced us "Charlotte, this is Jim, Jim, Charlotte - but I think you may have already realised that!".   
Jim said "Good to meet you and that was something of an introduction you just gave". 
"I'm so sorry", I responded, "I didn't even think about you being in the caravan!"
"Don't worry...  I wasn't expecting to see that view when I looked out of the window, but I'm certainly not complaining."
"OK, So can I assume that as I've broken the ice anyway, we don't need to be shy and spend all weekend trekking to the toilet block but wishing we could just use the trees?"
"It's fine by me.   I'm certainly not going to be trekking down there and I know Charlotte isn't averse to nipping into the trees"

Jim set about firing up the BBQ whilst Charlotte showed me my tent.  She and Jim had already set it up and it was surprisingly commodious.   There was an air bed inside for me to put my sleeping bag on and there was room for my belongings and room to change.   Charlotte also showed me a feature which would come in handy- the ground sheet could be lifted in the corner to allow for peeing onto the grass should the need arise in the night.  She explained that in their days before buying a caravan, Jim and her used to go camping and neither liked the idea of going outside to pee in public on campsites.  They decided to have a bucket that they could pee in, but then they had the embarrassing task of carrying it to the toilet block to empty in the morning, so they came up with the idea of cutting along the edge of the ground sheet to detach it from the tent in the corner, then it could be peeled back and they peed onto the grass, but they found that sometimes Charlotte found it difficult to contain her pee directly onto the grass and they had several incidences of her flooding the groundsheet.  They came up with the idea that they could put the bucket directly onto the grass.   With the addition of a small hole in the bottom, they could pee into the bucket and the pee would gradually seep out into the grass totally undetected by anyone else.   Charlotte pulled a bucket out from the corner by the bed, placed it onto the grass and let the groundsheet fall back to it.   "There you go, you are all set" she said.

Back outside, we kicked off the evening by cracking open the beers and enjoying food from the BBQ sat outside the caravan awning.  Of course it wasn't long until the beer started working its way through and shouting for release.   We noticed a couple come out of the next caravan over and start the walk down to the toilet block.   We laughed a bit at this and as soon as they were out of sight,  Jim was first to disappear behind the caravan and he stepped into the trees.   From where we were sat, to the side of the caravan, we could see his back and make out the stream falling between his legs.   When he came back, Charlotte and I both went into the trees together.  This time I faced into the woods so that my skirt hanging down behind me hid most of me from Jim and I moved my thong to the side rather than taking it down.   Charlotte squatted next to me but was wearing leggings so she had to take them down and fully expose her rear towards Jim.   As we both started peeing I could hear both mine and Charlotte's hiss and the patter of liquid into the grass.  I glanced over my shoulder and could see that Jim was enjoying the view of his wife's bum and no doubt enjoying the fact that I was peeing there next to her in full view - even though I wasn't exposing much to him.  Charlotte gave her bum a good wiggle - which I am sure was exaggerated for Jim's benefit more than just for removing pee drips.  We stood up and returned to the BBQ where Jim's immediate response was to thrust a beer towards each of us "Refill?" he said.  We both laughed.  About five minutes later, the other couple returned from the toilet block and we laughed again about how much hassle and time we had saved by going in the trees.

When darkness fell, we continued drinking and the next time we needed to pee, we were getting a little drunk and carefree so I just scooted to the front of my chair, pulled my thong aside and let rip onto the grass in front of the chair.  There a little light from the moon, but I wasn't worried about what Jim could see as the source would be in shadow - and anyway, he wasn't going to see anything more than he saw the first time!  I had a strong thick stream which was accompanied by a hiss and a patter onto the grass.   I sighed with relief as well.   I'm sure Jim couldn't see too much detail but he could certainly see and hear what I was doing and probably could see the stream flicker in what light there was.   "Blimey", he said, "Is that Niagara Falls over there?".  I couldn't help but laugh and in doing so I moved around and interrupted my flow, causing some to hit my leg.  "Stop it! - you are making me pee on myself" I exclaimed.

Charlotte liked my approach, but was a bit reluctant to follow suit given that she would have to expose her bum and others on the campsite might see.  Jim told her not to worry and just get on with it, so she got up from the chair and crouched down just to the side of the awning to give her some cover as she lowered her leggings and anointed the grass once more. She was in a low squat and the moonlight did illuminate her milky white cheeks, so I get why she didn't want to pee near the front of the caravan where her chair was located.

Jim obviously enjoyed the view because when he unzipped whilst sat in his chair, his pee shot up on an angle and arced in front of him, falling on the grass a good few feet in front of him.   It also looked like he had a few problems managing to tuck everything away.

When we decided to turn in for the night, I needed to pee again, but I thought I'd use the bucket facility in the tent.   Charlotte and Jim went to the back of the caravan, but not into the trees and Charlotte squatted whilst Jim stood and peed next to her.   I switched on my battery lamp, zipped up my tent and immediately sat on the bucket.  My pee at first thundered into the plastic and then started to sound more melodious as the liquid covered the bottom of the bucket and it sounded more like I was pissing into the water of a toilet.  I really didn't care, I was a bit drunk and I just needed to pee and fall into bed.   I kept peeing for about 35 seconds and this time I used a few tissues to wipe myself.   Without really thinking, I dropped them between my legs into the bucket of pee.  I stood up and noted that the bucket looked like it had about 3/4 litre of pee in the bottom and a lump of tissue soaking up its share.    I stripped off and put on a nightie before climbing into bed and falling asleep very quickly.

About 5:30am, I woke to the sound of the dawn chorus from the feathered residents of the trees.   My bladder ached and so did my head.   I couldn't be bothered to get up and I knew that the inflatable bed was made of a soft plastic, so I just pulled my nightie up from around me, turned to lay on my front and released my bladder into the sleeping bag.   I felt it get all warm around my crotch and it kind of comforted me as it spread between my legs and over my abdomen.  My weight on the airbed caused a depression in the middle, so I felt it pool mainly around my crotch and abdomen.   I enjoyed the feeling until it came to an end, then I turned back over onto my back, so that my bum cheeks were now the cause of the depression and I felt a beautiful warm wetness caressing them. I settled into the warmth and dozed back off.

8.00am and I was awoken by the sound of people clattering around on the campsite.   I felt the cold clamminess around my bum and did a quick wee to warm it up again and then clamped off the flow.   I dragged myself out of bed and went over to the bucket, which I noted was now satisfyingly empty except for the tissues.   Oopps that was a mistake - I'll have to fish them out at some point.   Ah well, right then I needed to go again, so I hitched up my nightie, sat on the bucket and refilled the container with another half litre.  The tissues needed to be fished out at some point, so I thought I might as well make it worth the effort so I wiped again and added the tissues to the contents, watching the white fibres turn yellow as they sucked up their fill of my wee.

I got temporarily dressed in a pair of jogging pants and a loose top, with the view of making my one trip of the day to the showers and toilet block to get refreshed.   I opened the zip of the tent and found Jim and Charlotte already sat outside with mugs of coffee.   "Morning sleepy head" said Charlotte and "You obviously found the bucket useful" said Jim.   I realised that the tent, whilst offering visual privacy did nothing to stifle the sound effects, so simply replied "Most convenient, thank you".

I hung my sleeping bag out on the guy ropes to air and I accepted a large mug of coffee to wake me up.   It was nice to just sit there in the cool morning air, enjoying the birds singing with no pressures for the day.    

 

 

 

 

[wetwulf 3,324]

So glad you decided to return to this series @Alfresco. Very hot chapter. I especially love how she just let it go in her sleeping bag.

I hope there are more hot chapters to come.

[whiskey35 306]

Will second that @wetwulf maybe they can introduce the couple in the next caravan to the convenience of an outdoor pee.