Had my first pee sighting at a bus station a few weeks ago.

About three drunk girls in short dresses went behind a parked bus and pissed. Couldn't get a great view but could see the piss trickling along the floor. Three big puddles were left.

Got flashed by a group of girls at same bus station few years back too! Tits, pussy, ass, the lot. Amazing.

Athletics
 

I have done athletics, mostly walking for almost 50 years and occasionally I have known guys go off into the bushes for a leak but when I started going with my current partner (also a walker) about 10 years ago I was rather shocked that she would quite openly duck behind sometimes thin bushes to relieve herself. Like many women she drinks too much liquid before going training and has trouble holding it in for the full distance. Also talking with one of her friends we were told stories of other female runners urinating in places that the guys never would. I guess this is different to most of the stories here as these women are stone cold sober and not young either.

A great example of this happened a few years ago in either the Beijing Olympics or a World Championship around that time. It was the womens marathon and the commentator said "Oh Paula Radcliffe has dropped off the leading group, I wonder what has happened?" Then the camera switched to show her squatting in the gutter having a huge piss! She must have been so embarrassed as well as upset at losing so much ground.

Not the only time
 

The incident that I recall re Paula Radcliffe was not the only time something like this happened to her. This video on Youtube also shows what happened in 2005 youtube.com/watch?v=W6I2-YP42rs What really amazes me is how she did it so quickly! Just add www. in front of the link.

I once attended a packed party at a warehouse, where there was just one guys and one girls bathroom. Huge line-ups for both of course. So I went and lined up and when I got in finally, there was just a tiny bathroom with a since and a toilet, all in the same room. When I walked in, one guy was drying his hands, another guy was peeing in the sink and a very pretty German woman was sitting on the oilet, in front of everyone, with her jeans down, peeing, while the guy peed in the sink right in front of her...

wife peeing outside
 

One time my wife and I were hiking in the mountains and obviously there weren't bathrooms close by. We looked up and down the trail and didn't see anyone coming so she stepped off into the trees a bit where there was a rock she could lean against. She dropped her shorts to her ankles and the short tank top she was wearing meant her shaved pussy was in full view. It must have taken her longer than we realized for her to pee and finish up because when we stepped back onto the trail a guy happened to be walking by who smiled at us and asked if there was anything worth seeing back there. My wife turned bright red and I laughed and told him not anymore. I'm almost certain the direction he came from let him see my wife with her pants around her ankles peeing!

Another time happened when my wife and I were hanging with another couple drinking at an empty house we were helping clean out. The house didn't have running water at the time so it was easier just to go to the bathroom outside. Well my wife and the other girl had probably had 5 beers and needed to pee terribly. Since it was dark out and they were tipsy they didn't want to go alone to pee outside so the other guy and I went to help. We ended up holding onto their hands while they peed so they wouldn't fall or pee on themselves. They told us not to look but that lasted about all of 2 seconds. We both got eyefuls of my wife's and the other girl's pussies for at least a solid minute, maybe longer. It was very erotic standing beside my friend as we watched my wife and his girlfriend pee at the same time. Later, all of us went out to pee again but this time my friend couldn't wait so I held onto both girls while he was off peeing and got another great show. He finished before they were done and came back and just stood beside me looking at their pussies. After the girls were done I took my turn and both of them stayed beside me talking and looking at my dick. They said it was only fair since I had seen them so who was I to argue. That night made me realize a lack of indoor plumbing is not always a bad thing LOL!

Tennis Camp
 

I just came back from a tennis camp in the Southwest US, and had a sighting of a beautiful young woman. The camp took place at a country-club like place. The tennis courts were about a 1/2 mile away from the main building along a golf cart path. Each day we had 2 sessions each of about 3 hours - one in the morning and one in the afternoon after lunch. Although there was a bathroom next to the courts it was locked, presumably because the temperatures can get below freezing some nights. On some of the breaks a few of the guys would sneak off behind the bathrooms to relieve themselves. No one ever went all the way back to the main building, and surprisingly I never noticed any of the girls sneak off. On the second to last day of the camp, we had a tournament in the morning that caused the session to run a bit longer. After a few hours of drinking to stay hydrated with exercise and warm temperatures (surprising in January), I needed to pee. After being eliminated I snuck off behind the bathrooms. As I rounded the side of the building, I had already grabbed my dick out and as I came to the back I immediately began spraying. What I hadn't realized in my haste was that one of the girls from the camp was back there peeing. I notice her almost immediately and turned to say "shit, sorry ... I uh didn't know ... uh...I uh really needed to pee", all the while still being against the wall. As I am speaking these words, I had my head towards her and got an amazing view of her strong stream. She was completely shaven and had a strong muscular physique in her squat! Although tennis shorts are easy enough to move to the side she had them pulled all the way off sitting around the base of one leg which gave me an uninhibited view of everything for the first second or so. She quickly bent her knees closer together and covered herself with one of her hands, but she didn't yell. She just said "Fuck! Me too - that last round was torture." I turned away towards the wall 90 degrees but continued to eye her with my peripheral vision - I made no real attempt to cover myself. We both finished up around the same time. She pulled up her pants without wiping. As we walked away she said "nice dick". I blushed.

High School Bus Pee - My First Experience
 

This was my first public pee experience, and although it was many years ago, and not explicit, has left an impression on me.

Back in high school I was on the track team. Although the men's and women's teams trained separately we shared a bus to the away meets (there were only about 12 people on each team and the meets were organized so the men's and women's meets were together). One meet we attended was about 2 hours away. The ride there was uneventful. On the way back we stopped after about 20 minutes at a Burger King for dinner. We stayed there for about half an hour (many drinking large sodas) and headed back to the bus. I used the bathroom before we left but didn't really notice if others did. I was sitting in the 3rd row from the back by myself. Three girls, were sitting in the back row. Another girl was about a row ahead of me on the other side.

About an hour in, I hear hushed conversation from 2 rows back from 'Monica'. I couldn't really hear too much but I did distinctly hear the phrase 'I need to frikkin piss'. There was clearly some desperation in her voice. They continue to talk. Over the next 20 minutes there is a series of back and forths between Monica and her friends basically consisting of "I've never had to pee this bad in my life" and "we are very close now". Indeed, by this point we had turned onto the country road our school was on - maybe only 15 minutes from the school.

This was the point in my life that I realized that I had a pee fetish (I was in 9th grade at the time). While Monica was talking I fantasized in my head about what could happen. I imagined us pulling up to the school and her running down the aisle of the bus only to pee herself. I imagined her pulling down her pants and letting go of an uncontrollable stream. Monica was very attractive and I would sometimes find myself discreetly looking at her butt in the skimpy running shorts. It turned me on to think of her desperation because it allowed me to imagine her pulling down her shorts and underwear exposing all of her private areas.

As these thoughts were rushing through my mind I started to hear ruffling through a backpack and a clunk of a nalgene bottle. "I have to pee now! I leaked" Her friends were half cracking up and half being supportive. They were laughing and saying oh my gosh. Seconds later I hear the sounds of pee gushing into a water bottle. Although I tried to be discrete up to this point, I turned around and looked 2 rows back. 'Monica was squatting with her feet on the seat with both hands down (holding the bottle, presumably) looking down. I could only see her face, but the sound of pee was very loud and clear. I just turn around and stare the whole time she was peeing. Others on the bus had noticed the sound at this point and were stairing. Her friends did not say anything - they looked as surprised as me. I could hear the bottle filling (with the increased pitch as the liquid level increased), and sat there completely shocked. As the stream stopped (actually with a few gaps and bursts at the end), Monica realized that I and many others were staring at her and looked super embarrassed. She screwed on the cap of the bottle and just slouched down in her seat out of sight. She didn't talk the rest of the ride.

After the bus arrived, everyone got off except for Monica and her friends. As I was going to drop my stuff off in the school, I saw the three of them quickly go to their car in the parking lot and leave. I like to imagine that Monica had 'leaked' quite a bit and had wet shorts. Though since it was dark I could not really see.

Why not ;)

If you check it, it really doesn't matter since we all do it.

When I was in Japan, the only separate bathrooms were on base. All of the Japanese bathrooms (WC) were coed and it was not a big deal, except to surprised Americans.

A real shame you did not have a camera with you!

I worked for the railroad, out of Denver. We were bringing a coal empty back, and outside of the town of Sedalia, CO Colorado Highway 85 parallels. There was a cut, for the highway..and a bunch of scrub brush along the highway, and between the railway.

We round the curve, and get ready to lay into the next one. As we round the curve three women, pants down and pissing away. Red and embarrassed they waved ...I gave a couple of toots on the whistle ... Didn't see too much, but at 45 mph, get what ya get

St Patty's Day
 

I had an unexpected sighting the Sunday before St Patrick's day. I was waiting in the subway for the next train on a crowded subway platform full of green-toting parade goers. Although it was 2pm, many appeared quite intoxicated. The train arrived, and I got on. As the doors are closing I look out the train window and caught quite a sight - a really hot blonde girl pulls down her underwear and starts peeing right there on the platform with her back leaning against a concrete pole. She is facing towards us and we all see everything for about 5 seconds until the train pulls away.

2 years of sightings
 

Hi all, been following this thread for a while but never contributed.

Had a few sightings since I joined the site, felt like sharing them with you guys. Most of them happened when I was drinking so I apologize for the lack of details, this is all I remember.

- In a crowded bar, I was just going to the bathroom and walked in on 2 girls using the urinals. Panties at knee level, laghing and being drunk. Closed the door right away and I don't remember their reaction.

- At st patty's day in a college town, I was just talking with a random group of girls in a bus that goes from the student residence to downtown. They were talking about needing to pee so that got my attention. A couple minutes later, one of them just squatted and peed on the floor at the back of the bus. Her friends just laughed and didn't seem to care that much. When we got out of the bus, that whole group just headed straight for the bushes at the bus stop, but my friends were already walking to the bar so I couldn't just wait there and watch alone.
Another random memory from that incident, one of the girls from the group said she was tired of chewing her gum, I said I'd take it, so she kissed me and pushed her gum into my mouth. Then kept talking like nothing happened.

- At st patty's day in another college town (the next year), walked past 2 girls in a parking lot, one of them was just done peeing and wiping, the other one watching (probably went right before?). Got a pretty good view of her pussy.

- At camping, 3 girls I know would always pee in the same spot behind the car. Caught them a few times "by mistake" but they didn't seem to mind. I'd collect the tissues at night sometimes.

- At a house party, toilets were clogged but the backyard was basically a forest. It was the middle of the night with no light whatsoever, so I'd randomly walk in the woods, see them squatting and then go see the puddle. Walked again in the morning and saw tissues everywhere.

- At the beach, recently. The water was very cold, so you could very easily tell who was going in the water just to pee. A lot of middle aged women (like easily over 15 in one day) would just very obviously walk until the water touched their swimsuit, stand for a minute and walk back. The best one did it while I was in the water. She was barely 20ft from me and just stood there making eye contact with me, then splashed some water on the front of her bikini and walked back. A group of 3 very fat chicks tanning not far from me were talking about having to pee. The 3 of them went to the water and just stood there facing each other for a couple minutes before walking back.

Had a couple more but that's it for today. Bottom line is, alcohol and lack of bathrooms make for good sightings

My girlfriend stands up after peeing on the toilet and in the same standing motion gives it one quick wipe back to front. But she stays sitting and opens her legs really wide to wipe and dab herself when she's on her period, really gets in there.

More details on the hiking incident
 

Samantha and I are still close friends, and I recently confided in her about my pee fetish so I could get some advice. We had an amazing conversation. The conversation went many places, but for the first time, I was able to get this incident from her perspective. Here is what she had to say:

This was her first hike with a super-extended section (>5 hours) without facilities. She is a marathon runner and will go for hours without peeing while still drinking plenty at the water stops. She recalls that 2 months before our hike that she completed a marathon in 4.5 hours (plus 40 minutes waiting on the line) and didn't even feel desperate when she finished. Before this hike she had gone on several almost 5 hour hikes without stopping for a break (others used the trees but she didn't). It wasn't that she thought those that those who used the forest were wrong, but she just could not see herself using the forest. Also, she had an incredibly strong bladder. She never peed her pants or leaked before the hike on that day (or after for that matter). At college she would frequently realize at dinner that this was her first visit to the bathroom since leaving her room that morning (perhaps 8 hours later). It does not come as a surprise then, that she was not at all worried about the hike. On the hike up, she drank her normal amount (16+ ounces per hour), she said. At the first rest stop at 4 miles (about 2.5 hours) she was not even tempted to use the bathroom and at 6 miles (about 4 hours) she just had a moderate need even though she had downed nearly all of her three liters of water. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She filled up both of her 1.5 liter bottles before heading out. As we walked above treeline she continued to drink her ordinary amount.

Samantha says the key problem was that she was expected the remaining 9 miles to take about 5-6 hours based on our pace up to that point. She had not studied the map too well, but did note that we left the lunch spot a bit before noon. About 11 miles in - 5 miles since lunch (at the large outcropping), the time was about 4pm. She expected that we had maybe 1-2 hours left. The water from the morning and the afternoon was apparently catching up to her, and she had a "moderate need" for the bathroom (however from my perspective at that point it was very obvious that she needed to pee). She was still not apparently worried at all and thought it would be easy to hold it another couple of hours; her only change was to stop drinking water at this point (a bit late as she already downed 2 liters). We continued on with her enjoyment of the hike diminishing as her bladder needs increased. As we descended, she kept looking at her watch and by 5:40 we had progressed below treeline. She was sure that we were just minutes from the hiking lodge where we started the loop. When we got to the next lookout (where the incident occurred) I apparently pointed out "Hey look -- there is our lodge" (it was about 1.5 or 2 miles away). This demoralized Samantha. She was "desperate" to pee at this point and had conceded to herself that she would pee at the next better wooded opportunity - because there was no way she could hold it for 2 miles (little did she know she would not be able to hold it for 2 minutes). She sat on the rock on her foot "to help with the pressure". She was waiting for us to finish up our break, when something that "never happened before" just happened. "I was sitting there when suddenly pee just came out. I couldn't stop it." She said that she just freaked out and did not know what to do. It was not something she ever expected to happen.

Apparently, my interest also did not go unknown. "You were just fucking staring at my crotch.You never checked me out before, trust me a girl can always tell. I knew you were enjoying my humiliation ... but fine we all have fetishes. Just tell me one thing - did you masturbate to my accident? I'm your friend, I just want to know."

We talked, openly, and we are still friends. Just figured I would share the additional details.

Thanks for your stories biblio. I have a few from my college days that I might share some time, though none it seems quite as interesting as yours.

I'm always amazed when I meet women that find the idea of peeing outside completely scary or foreign. It seems to be a city thing. None of the farm girls I grew up with had the slightest hesitation (given sufficient privacy), and all of my friends today are the same way.

I have had myriad of pee sightings while growing up in India some of them I can still vividly recall after forty odd years or so. At fifteen I moved to US and my quest for watching peeing women continued.

Let me start with what got me into peeing in the first place and then I will continue with more anecdotes from past and present.

Everyone has a first one and its always the one that gets them going into this hobby. For me apart from admiring the female form with its intricacies and complexities its a woman peeing that has fascinated me. Her vulnerability, her inadvertent exposure, her effort to conceal and then final surrender to relief and dropping of inhibitions all lead up to an exciting depiction.

It was a sunny winter afternoon and I had gone to a boring picnic with my parents at a site that had a ancient fort. The area in itself was over a small hill with huge grassy field which had some sparse bushes in the middle. The bushes had no leaves being winter and were medium in height. As the day progressed the adults were involved in themselves and after lunch all seemed to doze off for afternoon siesta. Even though it was a picnic area there were no facilities around except for a restaurant that was in the parking lot below the hill. It was a long walk back to the lot. I decided to take a stroll around as there was nothing else for me to do. Apart from our family there were few others scattered around but what caught my attention was a group that was sitting on the other side from us beyond the bushes.
The reason it got my notice was because there was a young girl who appeared to be newly married who was playing around with another female who probably appeared to be her relative. She was a stunner to look at and even from distance I could make out her fair skin, her long hair tied in a single braid. She was running around playing catch with the other woman while her big tits juggled around in her dress. For dress she was wearing a Indian attire that comprises of a loose chemise like top called Kameez and baggy pajama bottoms called salwaar. It was bright red in color and from her bangles I could make out she was recently married.
In her case the males were also dozing off so she like me was killing her boredom. After the running stopped the other woman sat down but this girl remained standing. I noticed she was asking something to the other woman who then looked around. First she pointed the parking lot and then she turned around and pointed her towards the sparse bushes.
The girl turned around to look and began to walk slowly, at this point my mind was trying to decide exactly what she would do. I was aware that she was looking for place to pee but the bushes were just not the right place as they literally offered absolutely zero privacy except for namesake. The bushes were uphill to where I was around forty odd feet from me. The girl finally neared the bushes and then looked back once again. Then slowly she walked to our side of the bushes and gingerly eased herself in. At this stage she was totally visible to anyone in our side and am sure on her side as well. However most were dozing and missing out on a great sighting. The woman quickly lifted up her top over her belly. Knowing well what she is up to I decided I would let her squat and then do a casual walk by. Till now I had seen other women peeing so this wasn't my first. From female relatives to laborers and rural women. However this woman was different, she was young and very pretty and the outdoor setting couldn't be better.
The woman was now tugging at the drawstrings of her bottoms while she held her top anchored under her chin. I had a straight line of sight to her with no obstacles in between. Only the leaf less hedges did some level of obstruction. Suddenly I saw her bottoms being lowered down while she leaned forward. She remained in that position for a while as she adjusted lowers. In broad daylight the girl was basically bottomless. From distance I could make out her well formed milky white thighs and in between a dark triangular patch of hair. My heart raced up at the sight of her bush. This was late seventies and she was unshaven as was the norm. Finally she slowly lowered herself into a squat with her legs spread wide. Even though she was partly covered with the branches of the hedges I could make out pee stream falling in the dry ground there.
This was my cue that I was waiting for. I slowly got up and took a quick look to see that everyone around me were still dozing off. I quickly began to walk up the small hill toward the bushes.By now I was around twenty odd feet from her and now I could make out her feet from the bottom of the hedges. In broad daylight I was now facing the fully exposed genital of a beautiful young woman.
I had seen pussy before but never in this detail. The woman was still busy looking down at stream and that gave me a good chance to look. I now was around less than ten feet and I could see every detail of the source of the golden stream that was flowing in a mini rivulet down the hill. There was profusion of curly jet black hair all around from the inner thighs and covering her big fleshy labia. The outer lips were well parted revealing dark pink well formed inner lips, the image that still is vividly etched on my mind. The inner lips were protruding outward in a petal like curl. A thick stream of pee was coming out from her pee hole right below her well formed clit. If anyone wanted a real lesson on female genitals, this was the right way. I also noticed her dark wrinkled anus with hair covering the opening. I was around no more than five feet from her when she finally looked up. My heart skipped a beat when our eyes met but she remained expressionless and looked away.
Probably my age didn't intimidate her but there was no privacy as well as anyone else passing by would have seen what I saw that day. I quickly walked away from there and joined my parents.
Later that day before they left both the women came to the same spot to pee. However I remained seated with my parents as they were awake. Also other members of the girl's family were up and packing up. First the other girl went inside. She was not much of a looker so my interest was not that high. Also she faced with her back toward us and exposed her flat ass and peed. However I got one last bonus of sorts from the pretty woman. She was in a hurry to pee so instead of waiting for her she just walked in front of the hedges to gain some privacy form her own family members.
This however left her totally exposed to anyone on our side. This time in typical Indian manner she covered her head with the piece of cloth thats the part of the dress. This is typical here for women who need to expose themselves. They usually cover their face or head in an act of modesty show :D Now even from a distance of forty feet with us being downhill and with sunlight subduing in evening I had a clear view of her. She squatted while simultaneously pulling her dress down. Her legs were spread wide and soon thick multiple streams of messy pee began to trickle down the dried grass.
As I was enjoying the view I noticed my mom had witnessed that and she just shook her head grumbled about lack of facilities. My dad just shrugged and told her that if you need to go, you go. Its a natural act and all have long drive back to the city. In my mind I was thanking the girl for the excellent show that remains in all its vivid details fifty years after it happened.

Traffic Jam
 

Got stuck in traffic this weekend. For miles there were signs saying - congestion ahead seek alternate route, but none of us really knew the full extent of the backup. It turned out to be a 3 hour 10 mile jam with traffic barely inching forward. Hoping to see some action, I stayed in the right lane. As I inched forward, many cars were stopped on the side of the road, but I did not see anyone get out. About an hour and a half into the jam, I see a car signaling right. Over the course of about 2 minutes they make their way over to my lane. Hastily the car darted into the shoulder and parked. A moderately attractive middle age woman (maybe 40 or 45), with dark hair, blue jeans, and a pink t-shirt rushed out with a look of extreme desperation (though no wet spot that I could see). She both quickly and awkwardly (because of her desperation) made her way across the gravel of the shoulder and over the concrete barrier at the edge. On the other side she squatted with only the top of her head visible. She spent a long time behind the barrier -- so long in fact that she was mostly just a spec in my rear view mirror when I saw her hobble back to her car.

At 3 hours I am surprised that I did not see even more people squatting behind the barrier, but the image of that surprisingly attractive woman pissing (albeit hidden) in front of hundreds of cars made the whole wasted afternoon worth it.

Triathlon Pee
 

I was watching a video the other week and was reminded of a pee sighting from a few years back.

My freshman year of college, I was into running and my friends convinced me to do an Olympic length triathlon with them. For those of you who do not know - an olympic tri has a 1 mile swim, 26 mile bike ride and a 6 mile run.

At this tri, there were two incidents (one I saw directly and the other I was made aware of).

At this triathlon, the sprint triathlon started first. Once everyone was out of the water (a pond swim) -- our wave was set to go off. Waiting for our triathlon to start, I was mindlessly watching swimmer after swimmer run out of the water over a RFID chip reader. At some point I was not really paying attention, but heard the two people next to me (not athletes but rather spectators) howl out in laughter. I asked them what happened, too late to see myself. Apparently a woman got to knee deep water, paused for a few seconds, and pissed through her bathing suit (with dozens of spectators and athletes watching). I did not see it myself, so I cannot tell if it might have just been water dripping, but my neighbors were convinced she was just out there pissing.

Well on to what I actually saw. For most people the bike ride takes about an hour forty minutes, after which time you go to the transition area to get ready for the 45-60 minute run. I threw on my running shoes, and thought about going to the bathroom but realized that the only porta potties were out of the transition area about 400 feet in the wrong direction off course. I and many others skipped this little stop, for that very reason.

The 6 mile run looped through a residential neighborhood in a semi-suburban region. For the first two miles, the course was on the shoulder of a somewhat well traveled road. After that it turned off into a neighborhood with mostly grassy front lawns. At about three miles, we made another turn into an area that had a couple of trees off to the side. I saw a couple of guys running back on course from the trees, but what I saw next really stuck with me. A woman not forty yards in front of me ran four feet off of the road, partially blocked by a 2 foot tree. Facing away from the road, she pulled her shorts over to the side with one hand. With her legs spread wide, her knees bent, and her pelvis angled down, she just started pissing there yards in front of me blocked only slightly by a tree. The stream was extremely strong and came out in a way that it was several inches wide and sort of white with airation when it hit the ground. Despite the strength of the stream, she stopped after what seemed like less than 10 seconds - quite abruptly right around the time I passed. She released her left hand from holding her shorts and hopped to the road in less than half a second.

As she got back on the road I said nothing, and the only thing she said was a very faint 'ahhhh' as in 'that was a relief'. She proceeded to gain ground on me, but as she passed me I really got a chance to check her out. She was slightly older than college age - maybe late 20s, with dark hair in a single ponytail. She was wearing nothing but purple running shorts (the tight fitting kind) and a sports bra (though the kind of sports bra that almost looks like it is a shirt). Like most runners she was on the smaller side but had a tight butt which I stared at as she gained ground on me. As I checked her out I noticed that her running shorts were darker around the crotch. I could think of three possible reasons - 1) she sweat a lot 2) she leaked before going on the tree or 3) pulling up her shorts that fast after peeing left a wet spot. I personally think it is the third, but could be any.

This was the hottest pee sighting I have ever seen. The confidence of just peeing right there - the intensity of the stream, her hot a$$, and the residual wet spot.

This photo reminded me of the first woman that I described:

https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/atta...2&d=1421600612

You can see what I mean by a great view of the pussy and the spray backwards

Taco Bell sighting
 

It is funny how reading these threads can bring back memories of something that has happened to you in the past...

A few months ago, I had to work pretty late... it was probably around 10:30 p.m and I was starving. So, I hit the nearest taco shop and had just ordered at the drive thru when I noticed some movement by the garbage dumpster.
There I saw a nice looking brunette just barely dropping her jogging pants and squatting down to take a leak. She had a trimmed bush and she let go a nice stream of piss for about 30 seconds... She didn't wipe but jumped up and pulled up her jogging pants and off she went..

I don't know if she thought that she couldn't be seen or why she didn't go inside to use the restroom there. But as luck would have it, I got to watch her go whiz out by the dumpster.....

On a street corner
 

I had been to an open day at the local railway engine sheds, and was now standing at the tee junction at the top of the hill from the rail yard and the main road. I was waiting for my lift home (which did not come.)
As the time went on a group of females came up the hill and were standing on the opposite corner from me, I stood out on the edge of the pavement to see if the car coming was the one for me but it was not and so I sat on the wall of a car sales behind me when I noticed that the females were gone but I could hear them giggling.
On the land by the corner was a big bill board on two legs about two feet off the ground and that is when I saw them they were all behind the sign having a pee, I could see under the sign in the lonf grass, the pale bottoms of the females some side on and some from there backs, it was too far and the grass to long to see any pee streams but a nice view anyway as one by one they stood back up and they all came back out to the road that is when they saw me and one also saw the gap under the sign and pointed at it and then me before thay ran off laughing.
I nice sight before my long walk home.

It always amazes me how many men have never seen a woman take a piss. meaning from the front side, her with legs spread and pussy open. I mentioned this to my wife several years back and the thought of letting guys watch her pee sometimes. She was all for it. So when we were at a nudist camp which had couples bath/changing/shower rooms we followed a guy that we had been talking to into the men/couples bath house which is where we had our clothes stored. We were leaving for the day so we were gong to take showers and get ready. He had gone to a urinal to relieve himself and my wife mentioned, loud enough for him to hear that she wanted to try that. She stood back a foot or so at the urinal next to him, spread her leg, spread her pussy with her fingers and let it fly. He was standing there with his cock n his hand looking at her pissing. Then she bet him that she could hit his urinal from where she was standing. He backed up slightly, she turned and pissed in his too. We all then got into the showers, which were just a line of shower heads lined up against a wall. He was on one side of her and I was on the other. I told her to wash my cock while I washed her tits and ass. She asked him if he wanted her to wash his cock also and that he could wash her other tit and ass as long as he didn't touch her pussy. So there she is with a cock in each hand and 4 hands washing her tits and ass. We had to keep a close eye on the doorway so we wouldn't get caught and kicked out. Another time there she let a guy watch her piss while sitting on the toilet.
At the nude beach, I will be talking to a guy that may have stopped by just to talk and look at her. Usually I will stand up and we will be standing in front of her so I can see what he is seeing at the same time, meaning legs spread showing plenty of pussy. She will say something like, I've got to pee, and I will tell her to go ahead. And then I will ask if he has ever watched a woman pee, and 99% of the time the answer is "no". She will dig a trench or a hole in the sand and spread her lips and let it fly. We've never had one that didn't watch, they become mesmerized. She the covers up the sand and smiles. Sometimes, while a guy is there, she will get out of her chair and onto the towel, putting her head down and ass up in air first, giving a great view of her ass hole and pussy at the same time. I will tell that is an awesome position and that we need to see more. She will reach back and spread her ass and pussy wide for me and him to see, holding the position for a little while. Man, l love my wife.

My girlfriend peeing
 

I guess that I got interested in females peeing when out and about with my girlfriend. If we needed to pee we would go to a public toilet, I would go into the gents and if it was empty she would come in too, I would use the urinal while she would go into one of the cubicles.
I could some times hear her pee hitting the water in the toilet pan as she peed. At the toilets at our local park she would ask me in with her as the only cubicle in the gents did not lock so I had to keep the door closed for her.
On these times she would quickly drop her jeans and pants and sit on the toilet with her knee's together so that I could not see anything but I could hear the lot. When she had finished she would stand up and in one movement pull up her pants (without wiping) but most times I did get to see a flash of pubic hair, them pull up her jeans and I would open the door and see that the coast was clear we would leave the gents together.

Malaysian Chinese Roommate
 

I have mentioned before that I was in a platonic "Three's Company" type roommate situation with two Chinese women when I lived in Kuala Lumpur in the late 1970s. They shared a bedroom with a private bath while I had my own bedroom and bathroom.

One of them was the secretary to the office director where we worked. One evening the deputy director was having a cocktail party at his house. In another post here I wrote about a one-piece terrycloth "romper" that she wore at home, usually without any underwear. It looked like a tube top attached to a pair of short shorts. This time she wore it to the party. That was the first time that I had seen her wearing it outside our apartment.

We took a taxi together to the house and then went our separate ways. After about an hour she came and found me and asked me to come with her. She led me into one the bathrooms in the house. This was the first time we had been in a bathroom together. She then started to discuss some office gossip that she had just heard. It wasn't really earth-shattering, but I politely feigned interest.

In the middle of the story she nonchalantly walked over to the toilet and sat down on it. At first I thought that she was going to pull her romper down to her knees (she was clearly not wearing a bra), but she simply pulled the crotch of the shorts to the side and proceeded to pee. When I saw what she was doing, I quickly turned away and started looking at the mirror over the sink. Although I couldn't see anything since I was not facing towards her, I could clearly her the stream of her urine. Then, out of the corner of my eye I saw her take a piece of toilet paper and wipe herself before flushing and the stood up and rearranged her clothes.

Since she had peed in front of me (or more accurately to the side of me) I decided to do the same and while she was washing her hands emptied my bladder.

The whole time she was talking a mile a minute, and never once betrayed any hint that we had just crossed an intimacy barrier that most platonic friends never do. After that, if her bathroom was occupied, she would come in and use mine to pee while I was shaving or showering.

The Exchange Student
 

This was in the late 1960's when one summer we had a french exchange student come to live with us, I was not very happy about it at first as I was moved out of my bedroom into the little box room so that she could have my room. I was in my early teen's and she was a year or two older.
The first time she peed outdoors when I was there. We were both sitting on a low wall at a bus stop when she said she needed a wee wee (her words), with that she wiggled her knickers down to her thighs under her dress and pushed her bum back over the wall and started a strong piss down the back of the wall onto the ground, all I could see was the puddle getting bigger, and a quick flash of thigh as she pulled her knickers back into place, we got on the bus when it came and nothing more was said about the 'wee wee'.
Some days later we had been out in the car with my father, and were on the way home, we use to keep the car in a lock up garage about three street away from our house, so my father dropped use at the corner of the road to the garage, so we could start to walk home down two back lanes, as we walked down the first land she said she may wet herself if she walked anymore and as the lane had high walls on both sides she went over to a drain in the middle of the lane and pulled her knickers down to her knees and her dress up to her waist and just bent her knees and started a strong piss int the drain.
This was the first time I had seen a girls pussy let alone a pissing one, as I was standing down hill and in front of her I did not now were to look as I watched her piss come out of a pair of pick lips in the patch of hair, (up until then I thought girls peed out of there bums, as a young kid I had seen my mum sit on the toilet when I was in the bath, and ones she too had peed into one of the drains in this same lane but only from her back.) soon she was finished and with a shake of her backside she pulled her knickers back up and we walked the last bit home, I had I little bit of trouble trying to hide the lump in my trouser. ( I think she saw that)
One Saturday night I was in the bath when the door opened and in she came. ( there was no lock on the door so if it was closed it meant the bathroom was in use, the door ajar if vacant,) I said hey I'm in here, but she said she needed a wee wee, and with that went over to the toilet raised her dress and dropped her knickers to her knees and went into a high squat over the pan and peed for what seemed like forever, then turned and flush the loo still with her knickers down giving me a great view of her bum, before pulling up her knickers and dropping her dress into place, she then came over to the bath and dipped her hand into my bathwater then wiped them in my towel, with that she asked what I was trying to hide under my washcloth and walked out the room.
I had noticed that if we were sitting in the back yard and she had to use the outside toilet and if we there alone she would leave the door open so that I could she her pissing in a high squat over the pan and get a good look at her pussy.
Near the end of her stay we were on our way home and were waited for a bus outside of a bus shelter ( as it stunk of piss), when she said she needed a wee wee, and at this point so did I but did not tell her so. I said to go into the bus shelter and pee adding that I mite as well go as well as it was a long wait for the bus. So with her back to the left side wall, dress up and knickers down in a high squat peeing, I went in the middle of the back wall so that I could see her and know she could get a good view of me, I was peeing on the base of the wall but as I watched her I was peeing higher and higher, this she thought was very funny and was laughing at my problem, when she was finished she stood up and dressed, and offered to help me, which was of no help at all. I had a lot of trouble putting it back in trough my trousers.
Not long after that she left to returned to France, I was meant to go there to her home the next year, but mum said I was to young but I think it was because of the money £15 air fair was nearly three week wages for my dad so I never saw her again we did write to each other for a time then she stop answering my letters.

A number of sightings with my girlfriend.
 

1. One afternoon me and my girlfriend were walking along a path beside a stream when we passed a small group of tents on the other bank with a number of girls around them, some were washing there plates and mugs etc., in the stream.
We continued along the path, and as the stream curved to the left by some trees I was able to see a girl in a high squat with her bare bum overhanging the stream having a big long pee into the water below, when she saw us she tried to stop but could not and so tried to turn around and hide her bum in the long grass. We carried on along the path my girlfriend told me not to look back but I tried too as the stream curved again but she was gone.
I started to laugh and my girlfriend asked why so I said well the other girls were washing there things in the piss water down stream she then laughed too.

2. One day me and my girlfriend went for a bicycle ride along an old railway track bed, as we went along it, it started going up hill and so I had to keep stopping to let her catch up.
On one of these times I was on an embankment with another footpath about 20 feet below, as I waited for her this car pulled into the little car park at the end of the path and a female in a pink track suit got out and walking along the path coming closer to me, she stopped and look both ways along the path, pulled her bottoms down and facing me went into a squat over the long grass and had a pee, on standing back up I had a good view at her patch of pubic hair as she untangled her knicker from her track suit bottoms, with this my girlfriend arrived and said what are you looking at, when she saw she thumped me on the arm and told me off for watching.
We continued on our way, me with a sore arm.

3. One Sunday evening me and my girlfriend were sitting in a window seat of our local pub having a drink, when a large van came and stopped outside the chinese takeaway opposite, a man got out and started to take boxes into the shop.
A female passenger got out of the van and walked around to the back of it, standing with her back to the shop window dropped her jeans and went into a low squat, both of us could see her dark hairy bush and her stream of piss coming out as she just peed there on the ground out in the open.
My girlfriend said to me how dirty of her, why had she not just come into the pub and used the lady's, with that she bounced up and down a few times, pulled her jeans up and got back into the van and waited for the driver to come out of the shop and drive off.

4. My girlfriend and I were walking along the seashore on a road that was on top of a sea wall, the wall curved upto the road about 20ft from the beach below. We had stopped and where looking over the wall down onto the beach watching the people on the sand, their is a gated tunnel entrance in the wall, right below us.
When this mother with some kids got up off her towel and walked up the beach towards the tunnel, she climbed up the wall the few feet to get to the entrance, at the entrance she turned and faced the sea, with that she lifted her skirt and pulled her knickers down, getting into a high squat had a hard piss, I could see straight down her ass crack as she peed, she quickly pulled up her knickers, dropping the skirt back into place as she jumped back down to the sand, We could now clearly see the puddle of piss she had left on the concrete floor of the entrance.
As she went back to her towel we continued along the road laughing that she was shore that she was not been seen from her left or right but had forgotten about from above.

5. One day me and my girlfriend were walking into town and had to cross a six lane-ed road, this was done by a subway footpath. (now replaced with two sets of traffic lights.) We walked down the slope on one side and walked through the tunnel as we got to the other end I could hear water splattering on to concrete, as we turned left to go up the steps were she was.
This twenty-ish female about 5 or 6 steps up her feet on the next step down, jeans and knickers around her knees, her pussy almost at my eye level pissing a stream that landed on the bottom step. I could see her pussy close up, clean shaven with a landing strip about haft of an inch wide, nice shaped lips and clit hood, she looked up and said she was sorry but had to go. My girlfriend said that when you got to go you got to go and that she knew that there were no toilets near by.
She the turned on me and said, if you was a gentleman you would go back into the tunnel; to give her some privacy, I said why?, I had seen it all now anyway, all this time the female was still peeing and saying sorry.
As soon as she was done and stood to one side to pull up her things, I was dragged up the steps by my girlfriend. I had one last look at her as I went passed. Only to get an earful from my girlfriend about standing there staring with my mouth open, looking at her pussy.
I do not know why, it was not as if I made the female drop her knicker and pee for me was it?.....Women!!!!

Not a sighting but funny
 

Yesterday I was on a guided tour of an iron mine, the guide was talking about women and children working down in the mine, when a lady in our group asked about them needing to use the toilet. The guide said that they would just go to a worked out part of the mine and go there. This reminded me of a few years ago when on another tour this time down a (dry) roman lead mine.
Our group had been walking for about 20 minutes in the mine and our guide had stopped to talk about something. There was a farther and mother with a small boy in the group, the mother took the boy by the hand and walked back along the tunnel and around a corner, a few seconds later the boy ran back to his farther. The farther asked were is your mother, with that in a loud voice the said 'she's having a wee wee'. a few minutes on the mother rejoined the group and the group moved on. At the end of the tour we all had to turn around and go back the way we came in.
As we walked out pasted the point we had stopped earlier, just around the corner in the path was a large puddle with a stream running from it and a big whit paper tissue in it. I tried to look at the mothers face to see if it was red but the tunnel was to dark to see it clearly.

Fun in the Rocky Mountains
 

While in high school, I was attending a week long church outing. We were high up in the Rockies in Colorado. I met and was getting to know a nice young lady who was my age. A few days into the outing, she and I decided to go for a hike and were gone for several hours. During our hike, at one point she said that she needed to pee, and asked if I would like to help her. Always being a gentleman, I went behind a nearby bush with her, as she dropped her shorts and panties. I was fascinated to see her pee spraying out from her hairy pussy lips. Meanwhile we are talking and then waiting for her to drip dry... I loved it and we did date for more than a year after that...

I have to think some of that was just to show me her pussy, tho she did enjoy peeing outside too....

In a skirt
 

We were going out for a meal with a couple of my girlfriends friends and so this was one of the few times that my girlfriend was in a skirt. I had to check on a job I was working on and so we called into the building that I was working on to rewire and replumbing, as I was there I said that I think I would use the toilet for a quick pee and so I did, as I peed my girlfriend said she might as well go as well.
After I had my pee I said I would get a bucket of water from the stand pipe to flush the toilet with.
I got back just in time to see my girlfriend hovering over the toilet with her skirt under her chin and her tights and knickers around her knees and getting a paper tissue from her sleeve and whipping herself, then standing up right and untangling her tights and knickers, pulling up first one pair of knickers then her tights and then a second pair of knickers, and smoothing down her skirt.
I asked her why she had two pairs of knickers on, she said she always did when in a skirt and tights. The first pair because tights made her sweaty and the second pair to keep her tights in place. I said why not just have stockings and a belt and then only one pair of knickers, but she said she liked to use tights.
Don't girls have some funny ways?

Walking on the moors with my girlfriend
 

One day while out walking in a wooded area on the moors after a pint or two my girlfriend needed a piss, so I said we could go deeper into the trees so that if anyone came along the path she would not be seen, she was not shore, I said it will only be me and I have seen you pee loads of times. So we went deeper into the trees and found a little clearing completely surrounded with tall bushes and trees, there was noway we could be see from the path.
She quickly dropped her jeans and knickers and went into a very low squat,her bum was about two inches off the ground with it almost on her heels, I had squatted down at right angles to her and she started to pee a clean straight jet about six inches in front of her. I was fasinated watching, it first make a hole in the pine needles on the floor and the more she peed the pine needles were pushed into a little wall until the pool of pee got to big and the wall of needles broke like a dam washing down the slope. When she finished she bounced up and down a little, stood up pulling her knickers up then her jeans.
I then knelt and peed next to her puddle trying to make the same affect as her piss had done to the needles but with no joy. We then left and continued with our walk on the moors.

One Sunday
 

One Sunday I drove both my girlfriend and my mother to visit relatives of my late father, who lived on a farm, After saying hello I left my mother with them and me and my girlfriend went for a walk around the village, after looking around the church we when into the local pub for a pint or two of lager, before continuing on our walk.
After a while we both needed a pee so we walked around looking for a public toilet as the pub was now closed for the afternoon, on not finding any we started back to the farm, now I know that the farm house did not have any indoor plumbing only a cold water pump in the wash wash house, all hot water had to be heated on the coal fired range, and that they still used wash stands and jugs in the bedrooms, as well as camber pots.
I remember when I was a toddler having to use the toilet and mum was told to take me to one of the bedrooms to use a camber pot, and when I was done mum lifted her skirt, dropped her pants and squatted over the pot I had used and had a pee, before taking the pot down and out into the and emptying it onto the dung heap.
I told this to my girlfriend who was to embarrassed to ask to use one. So I suggested she could pee in one of the stalls in the milking parlour, (here the cows were still milked by hand at this time.) but she said that we could be seen going into the cow shed from the house were everyone where sat. I said how about going into the field next door were there are a lot of old rusting cars, vans etc belonging to the local garage, this we did,
on entering the scrap yard she said about all the stinging nettles between the cars, I said why not pee in a car, we picked a big old car with no floor on the drivers side and we both got in, my girlfriend on the drivers side. She then pulled down both her jeans and knickers to her knees and sitting forward on the seat started a long and strong gushing piss down and through the floor on to the dirt below, when she was done she redressed and we both got out of the car.
I still had to pee and she laughed about me peeing into one of the car petrol tanks, we found one we could open and at the right height for my thing (witch was a bit stiff after watch her pee ) so this I did.
After we were both relieved we returned to the farm house for a cream tea, after which we all went home.

My Girlfriend I took to a mini-burning man type of party, which had only one toilet for 400+ people... peed all over the place. Sometimes I held her while she did her business. It was her first time to do such a naughty thing with so many people around. But we did it behind car, trailers, hidden corners, etc.

After losing her clothes and learning the kinky life... she has developed a peeing fetish, and enjoying peeing on people. Usually its guys. Some I've known for years. Even one young man in his late 20s' is an ex-boyfriend of a friend of mine, which I told both women about afterwards.

PS: when we first started dating, watersports were "icky" to her....

In my back lane
 

One evening I looked out of my third floor bedroom window just in time to see someone come out of the door of an old garage opposite and walk over between two big motorbikes parked just up the lane.
Were this person pulled there black trousers down and go into a squat between them. In the poor light from a street light with its top in the trees I could just make-out the pale curve of a females bottom and see the ground going dark, I know it was the female friend of the man who rented the garage having a pee. I watched her finish with a bounce up and down before pulling her trousers up and go back into the garage.
Later when I looked out the window again the bikes had gone and I could see a big wet mark on the ground with a stream running a few feet down the lane.

Some weeks later I was on nights and on a sunny afternoon I looked out of my bedroom window to see a car parked were the bikes had been parked, as I look thinking if I could get my car out of my garage and past it there was a gust of wind witch blew there garage door wide open. And there sitting on a gallon ice cream tub with her knickers down was the female friend of the man who rented the garage, she tried to reach for the door but it was to wide, so she stood up giving me a great view of her brown patch of fur as she stepped sideways and grabbing the door closed in. A few minutes later the door opened and she came out with the tub and emptied her piss out into the grass beside the garage, then returned to the garage.
I got ready for work and got my car out of my garage and went on my way to work.

Telephone boxes
 

I was at work and went for a walk during my meal break at about 8:00 pm. As I was up on a terrace looking down onto the main yard, I saw a female walking up towards the road, she was looking around, when she stepped off the footpath and in-between two telephone boxes, quickly looking around (but not up) she dropped her jeans and squatted and had a pee, stood back up, and walked off.
As it was so quick I did not get much of a look.

Working on a flat roof
 

I was working on a flat roof of a shop in the center of town, and had parked the van in the lane behind it. When I needed to get something from the van I ran down the internal fire escape stairs at the back of the shop, I was getting faster and faster as I went down them, so I came crashing out of the fire exit doors into the lane by my van.
Only to find a female with her knickers and trousers down, sitting in her puddle of piss, she was not very happy and shouting at me for knocking her down. I said she should not have been pissing there in the door way.
She was well pissed with me as she pulled her wet things back up and waddled off. ( I nearly pissed my self laughing at her as she went.)

2 for 1 weekend.....
 

I wrote once before on this thread of a sighting a few years ago... now I am writing of one that was recent.. less than 2 weeks ago.

I help a friend do some deliveries on the weekends every once in a while for some extra cash. It is during the middle of the night and there usually isn't many people out at the time we do the delivering.

I was on my way to my stops and I decided to cut through a residential area. I am glad that I did... I came around a corner in a really quiet part of the neighborhood. There was parked in the middle of the road a nice looking Toyota. But the best thing was what was squatting down by the car. A brunette and a blonde BOTH taking a piss in the road. I pulled up right next to them and watched as they both finished and wiped and put back on their pants... They were both kind of giggling and one of them asked me if I enjoyed the show? "Of course"!! was my relpy. They then jumped in the car and was off.
There really isn't much excitement about delivering during the middle of the night, but on this night, I got a reward...
I got to see some really young sn@#%h and that was alright with me.....

One lunch time
 

It was lunch time and I had got fish and chips on my way to work, as it was too early to go into work I drove to a car-park over looking the sea, I parked about 3 rows back and was eating my lunch when a female got out of a car in the first row, leaving someone in the car and walked towards an old WW2 gun implacement on the edge of the cliffs, I thought this may be her going for a place to pee, so I got out of my car and walked to the right in a circle so that I could come up to the gun implacement from the seaward side. But when I got there, there was only a puddle with a tissue in it and both the female and her car had gone.
As I now needed a pee I peed into the puddle, before returning to my car and off onto work.

I discovered my joy for watching women pee at an early age (probably 7 or 8) when my mother's friend Diane went on a 5 hour road trip with us for the weekend. This was in the '70s and she had a thing for drinking Tab, one after another. We had to stop several times, whenever there were rest stops on the highway, because she didn't want to pee in the desert. On the way home, we stopped at a rest stop that only amounted to one bathroom about 5 feet by 4, with a single-toilet that faced the door.

While we all waited in line to pee, Diane was first into the bathroom. There was a gap in the door jamb and I could see Diane push her jeans down and slide her panties to her knees, revealing her gorgeous bush. My mom and sister were standing right behind me talking, oblivious to the show my young self was enjoying. It was almost 40 years ago and I can remember the different shades of blue - both light and royal - and a little bit of purple on those panties. It set me up for a lifelong pursuit of seeing other women peeing and I've been very lucky to see dozens if not hundreds.

Dishwasher's Dreams
 

When I was 15, I took a job as a dishwasher in a 2nd floor bar/restaurant that was pretty famous in our small town for being haunted. The food was better than average and it was a hot spot for young adults out for drinks. I got a free meal during every shift and was able to sneak some booze once in a while, but after I'd been there only a couple of days, one of the bus boys (a kid I knew from our high school) showed me the best perk of the job. He told me I needed to take out the dish area trash, but I argued that it wasn't quite full. He told me to trust him and that it NEEDED to go out now.

I relented, grabbed up the heavy bag and followed him out the back door, where we had a chute of sorts that dropped into a dumpster below. The twilight of the evening had just ended and dark had descended on the back porch. Just a spill of light came from the back door onto the landing and the butterscotch streetlamps cast a weak light. When I started to lift the bag, he told me to hold on a second. Then he ushered me to the side a little bit, and into the outside storage area where we kept extra towels, soaps, etc. and told me to keep quiet. Soon enough, a light flicked on in the window next to the back door, which was an employee-only area. It was the ladies room, which had a low, knee high window, modestly covered by thin curtains. The bathroom window seemingly looked out onto the second floor back landing only, which was closed to public traffic. At the position we had, you could see the toilet at just a slight angle off directly head on through the 1 inch gap in between the curtain sides. From inside the stall, the curtains gave the appearance of privacy and everything outside was enveloped in total darkness anyway. It was perfect for peeping. You couldn't always see the face of the woman you were watching pee, but you could almost always see her pussy in great detail. It was summer time, so often times we would have the window slightly open with the screen in front, but you could hear the stream of piss shooting into the toilet.

Several of the guys in the kitchen, bus boys, waiters, etc. knew about this spot, but they had food to cook, people to serve, etc. Male servers would alert us if a particularly hot woman - or even better, one of our female coworkers - was headed to the bathroom and the scramble to be out there was on, but quietly. For months, I was a model employee - offering to take out trash from the kitchen area, emptying the bathroom trashes before they were even close to full, etc. All the while, dirty dishes mounted and waited for my distracted return. When changing the bags in the ladies bathroom, I'd always manage the curtain gap so that it stayed small enough to give the illusion nobody could see in. Too wide a gap and you risked that a nervous pee-er would close them shut and ruin your show.

One night, only about a week or so before the restaurant closed its doors for good (not because of lost work due to peeping, I don't think), I was diligently removing the trash and taking a few extra minutes before returning. The light flipped on and the curtains were mistakenly open just enough that I recognized the woman in the stall. Tracy worked as a bartender for my parents' bar - mid 20s, dirty blond hair and a tight, killer body. She snuck me beers on occasion and she smoked a joint with me in the women's restroom at my parents' place. I would've tried something with her in those private moments, but I feared I'd be publicly shamed. I was already hard in anticipation of her pants and panties dropping. She did not disappoint, but instead of pulling them back up when she had finished peeing and wiped, she turned slightly toward the window and pulled opened the curtains, then started swaying her bare hips. She unbuttoned her loose cotton blouse and released her breasts, no bra, and ran her hands up and down her sides - right hand on her left side, left on her right - touching her breasts, her neck, her flat tummy, and in many ways, touching me like a 15 year old dishwasher dreams about being handled by a gorgeous, slightly older woman.

I was completely entranced and didn't even hear the approaching footsteps toward the back door until she abruptly stopped her dance, pulled her blouse closed and pulled up her panties and pants. One of the cooks was headed out for a smoke and as he asked me if I'd seen anything good, the bathroom light snapped off. I don't even know if I answered him, but I went through the back door and into the men's bathroom as quickly as I could to relieve the pressure built up inside of me. As noted, the place closed shortly thereafter, and I never found the courage to mention it to Tracy. How could I? She certainly behaved as if she was putting on a show for someone, even though she couldn't have seen me. I have no idea if she knew it was me out there, in the dark, watching her shimmy naked in front of the window. I wonder if she knows what fantasies she filled and fueled that night, under the beacon of light cast by the bathroom light.

One of the last times I witnessed any woman other than my wife of 20+ years pee - at least a woman who was letting me deliberately watch her - was at a party my roommates and some work friends were throwing me, when I left after having been at the company for a few years. I work in tv, so our associates are usually free partiers and drink heavily. It was, at my request, a toga party and it was a rowdy and raucous group. Most participants had a simple patterned bedsheet around them, but other were decked out with great costumes.

I had been trying to get a co-worker, Tammy, to have sex with me for several years, even before work when we were at University together. We had made out on several occasions - sometimes on the work premises (she worked the overnight shift) but for some reason we hadn't been able to progress beyond the heavy petting stage. One reason, was that she'd had a longtime boyfriend (now her husband) but it was more bad luck than anything else. She had intimated that if she came to the party without her boyfriend, it meant she was "giving herself to me" as a going-away present. I'm quite certain my toga lifted a little when I saw her arrive unaccompanied, in a shiny gold toga. There seemed to be an understanding even with our co-workers that our (publicly) flirty dance and private fingerings, was about to be taken to another level.

Sadly,the fates wished that it was not meant to be. Several other girls I'd dated over the years also came to the party - we ran in similar circles, so it couldn't be avoided. I'd had too much to drink to make very good decisions, when Joy, a mulatto girl I'd fucked for several months but hadn't seen in a while, grabbed my hand while I was speaking with Tammy. I'm sure I put up no fight at all when she told me she had something to show me and pulled me toward the bathroom. Inside the bathroom, she lifted her purple toga to reveal her trimmed bush, ran her hand over her pussy and let out a soft moan. She managed a sexy voice "I have to pee, but I want you to watch me." I had watched her pee several times before and she knew it flipped several switches for me. She told me she wanted to stay the night and fuck me, but I told her I already had plans with someone else. She adjusted herself on the seat and spread her legs apart so I could see her lips part and watch her stream.

Even if she hadn't predicted the result, my toga gave away my excitement. When she finished peeing and wiped, she held her toga above her hips while kneeling on the floor so I could have a good look at her pussy as she started sucking my cock. It was terribly exciting and I was almost ready to blow a load when someone opened the bathroom door and yelled back a report of what was happening to the rest of the party. By the time I made my way out of the bathroom and past the crowd, I could only catch a sight of Tammy's gold toga walking toward her car, the relationship unconsummated. I did have great sex that night with Joy, but that was already conquered territory, and therefore deserves lower marks.