Three sightings outside the church
 

Sighting no. 1
I was at a christening and was standing with the vicar at the font, when a large female in jeans stood up and walked out of the church door. A moment later I saw her through the stain glass window to my left.
I could make out her blue jeans as she pushed them down and her big wide pale ass as she went into a squat, then saw her stand back up and pull her blue jeans back up over her ass before walking back into the church.
After the christening as I was going out of the church yard I could see a large wet patch on the ground between the war memorial and the church wall under the stain glass window.

Sighting No2.
I was at another christening at the same church, when through a small lancet window that over looked the toilet door, (the toilet was in a small building across the back yard of the church) I could see a female pulling hard on the door handle so I went out to say that there was someone in there.
As I turned the corner to go to the toilet building there was another female with her skirt up and her knickers around her knees squatting with her back to the wall about to pee, when she saw me she stood up dropping her skirt into place. Just then the toilet door opened and this female pushed both the one coming out off the toilet and the one pulling on the door handle out of her way and waddled into the toilet shutting the door.

Sighting No3 the best till last
I was sitting in my car outside the church one Sunday afternoon waiting for the vicar for another christening, ( did not have my set of church key's with me) It was also the day of a marathon which was going past the church and there were people standing around to watch it. When 3 or 4 females went into the church gate, so I got out of my car to see if I could help them, (to tell them that the church was still locked and that the vicar would be there soon)
The females were French and were looking for toilets, I told them where the nearest ones were and pointed them down the road to them and off they went, I returned to my car.
When I looked down the road I could see one of them squatting very low behind a foot tall wall with her back to me, I thought dam I missed that but no, when she stood back up she bent over to sort out her knickers and I got a great view of her nice round bum then she pulled up her knickers and jeans, that is when I saw a man sitting on his car bonnet looking with his mouth open as he had see the peeing from start to finish and from the front, the luck so in so.

A funny one.
 

I was wiring lights and power points in a garage one Saturday with my girlfriend. This garage had a big door at the front (which was closed) to the left side was a smaller door and the back wall had a big long window at about shoulder height, and backed onto a railway line.
As the day went on I had gone out the side door and around the back of the garage to a gap of about two feet wide between the garage and a wire boundary line with the railway, and peed on the wall below the window.
Later on my girlfriend also went to the same spot to pee. I could see her from her chest up as she lowered her jeans and knickers and squat down, when suddenly the first train I had see that day came past. My girlfriend jumped up and ran back in the side door holding her jeans up to cover her bum, she said she had only just started to pee and was not going out there again.
So I found a plastic bucket under the bench at the back of the garage and placed it in the middle of the floor, she then lowered her jeans and in a high squat continued with her pee, into the bucket. The noise of her pee hitting the plastic bucket was louder then the train that had past, she peed a long and hard piss, when she was done she pulled up her knicker (which had a small damp patch on them from jumping up and running back in) and then her jeans, she then emptied the bucket out of the side door into the grass.
She did pee one more time into the bucket, but that was no more then a dribble, I then peed into the bucket which I then emptied before we left the garage.
She did not think it funny that all the people on the train could have seen her peeing or her bum as she ran back in. I did.

At a castle
 

Some years ago me and my girlfriend were walking around on top of castle walls, looking out at the scenic views, and down into the castle grounds at all the now roofless buildings.
When I noticed a female walk away from a group and enter a building right below us, as I watch her she moved away from the doorway and with her back to us she dropped her trousers and knickers and went into a squat and had a piss, once she had stopped pissing she stood up and bend over to her handbag giving me a good clear view of her large bum, as she got a tissue and wiped herself, tossing the tissue into the corner of the building she pulled her things back up and walked out and back to her group.
We continued our walk around the walls and into the castle keep.
As we climbed the stairs up level to level we looked into all the rooms, we saw in one small room the 'guardrob' ( the castle toilet which was a shoot out through the wall into the river below) now with a iron grating over it to stop people falling into it. ( it would have had a wooden seat). We continued all the way to the top of the keep were we could see for miles.
After a short rest as we were about to go back down my girlfriend said that when we get to the bottom she must go to find the public loos. I said why waste time why not use the guardrob on the way down as there was no-one about.
So when we came to the little room with the guardrob my girlfriend jumped up onto the grating and with her back to the wall dropped her jeans and knickers to her knees, her pussy was at my face height, and squatted down and pissed like for ever down the grate, on standing back up she said that she did not have anything to wipe with so to be helpful I took out my handkerchief and to be more helpful parted her lips and gave her a good wipe, she pushed me away saying that is it, and pulled her knickers and jeans back up.
I said that I to needed a pee, but when I got my thing out it was pointing up and she offered to hold it down for me as I had helped her, this she did but it seemed like hours before I started to pee and then it would not go down the grate, with a step backwards we got most of my piss to go down, after a good shake ( a long shake and the use of my hanky to clean up).
We left the keep and the castle to walk along the river path under the guardrob outlet, looking up to see if any of our piss had made it to the out side and down the walls, but could not see any, it may have been because of the hot sun on the wall drying it up before we got to look.

In a lay-by
 

The other day I was driving along a straight country road, to my right there was a patch of grass and a loop of old road now used as a lay-by. In the lay-by was a trailer that a car would pull but no car. There was someone sitting on the triangular frame that the toe-bar is fitted to.
As I got closer I saw that the trailer was on a jack and one wheel was missing, but the person sitting on the frame at the front was a female and that she had her jeans pulled down to mid thigh and I could see a side view of her hip and a little bit of bum cheek, and through the triangular frame ( the best part) was her pee stream going straight down to the ground and glinting in the sun light.
As I had time to waste and there was a roundabout just up the road I went up to it and turned around, but the cars at the roundabout slowed me down. When I got back to the lay-by there was a car there with a man putting the wheel back on, with the female and another lady watching.
It looked like a mother and farther taking there daughter to university judging by the way the trailer and car was packed.

Is it me or are the females at university wearing very short shorts, I saw one that I thought she had not put her shorts on, so short they looked more like a belt.

A near sighting
 

I was walking to a pub in Bracknell's student land at about 6 pm to have a meal and a pint, when I passed a taxi and a burger van parked on the side of a main road, as I passed the taxi driver was leaning on the vans counter taking to the female burger sale's person.
About 9 pm as I walked towards the corner from the pub onto the main road I could see right into the van but no-one was in it, as I turned the corner I saw movement in the bushes opposite the van counter and the female server came out doing up her trouser belt and got back behind her counter.
I can only think that she was in the bushes answering the call of nature.

Funny places me and my girlfriend have peed.
 

During the summer holidays from our secondary schools a gang of 3 girls and 5 boys, used to hang out in a den we had built in a hollow on the side of a hill. The hollow was hidden by thick bushes on all sides with a small gape on the higher side to get down and into it.
We had pushed an old waste pipe out through the lower side bushes, for the lads to pee into, and a gallon paint can as a piss pot for the females.
My girlfriend never used the piss can but she did watch all us lads peeing into the pipe, I never saw any of the other girls use the piss can but one day when me and my girlfriend turned up, I was told to look into the can only to see it was about 1/4 full, I was told I had just misted the two girls peeing into it.
The only time my girlfriend had peed in the den was at the end of the holiday and she just dropped her jeans and knickers and with her back to me squatted low to the ground and peed, and quickly stand back up with her knickers and jeans back into place. So I did not even see her bum.

After a few years our gang was down to just my girlfriend and just 3 of us lads, and when we went to our den one summer it was all dug out and roads were being built, so the 4 of use just went and had a game of hide and seek. Me and my girlfriend went off to hide, we both climbed down into a new drainage inspection chamber. it was able 6ft round and about 8ft deep with a channel running through the middle.
After a time we still had not been found and we both needed a pee so I knelt and peed into the channel and watched it run out of the chamber at the lower end. My girlfriend was next she dropped her jeans and knickers and squatted over the channel with her back to me, I could only see her pee running along and out of the clamber, as soon as she was done up came her knickers and jeans. She said that we must move out of this chamber as she did not want the others to find us there with the piss marks in the channel, so we moved and got found soon after in our new hiding place.

As the summer holiday went on homes started to be built and so we started to hide in them. While me and my girlfriend were climbing around the brick work I stood inside one of the homes fireplaces and had a pee. Later we were higher up on a building when my girlfriend needed a pee and wanted to climb down and find somewhere. I saw that on one of the homes the chimney stack was still below roof level and that you could easy sit on it, so I got her to pee down it. Facing me she stood with her back to the chimney pot lowered her jeans and knickers and sat on it and peed, soon she was done she was standing back up with her knickers and jeans back in place, ( I still did not see any of her bits, and do not know how she is so quick that in one move she can stand and have her knickers and jeans up, and I have been with her both indoors using a toilet and out doors peeing in the open.)
Later we were telling the other two lads about her peeing and they went back with use both to see the chimney pot, and they both did something that was stinky down it with her watching.

That was the last summer holiday we were all together as the following year I had a full time job, and the other 2 lads and my girlfriend had all gone away to university. (I was the only one of us to have a job (for over 37 years) as the others even with university papers they could not get work )

A quick sighting
 

A few days ago I was driving my car on a dry afternoon, through a street we call the village, (it was a shopping center of a village outside our town but is now part of the town) It has a garage, a bank, post office, pub and a number of shops.
I had to turn left up a one-way road between the back wall of the garage and the side of the first shop, as I came closer to the turn I saw a number of students standing looking into the shop window, when a female left the pack and ran up the road I was going to turn into, when I turned the corner there she was trousers down in the side doorway of the shop pissing out onto the pavement, I got a quick glimpse of her shaved pussy as I pasted, I tried to watch her in my mirrors but had to watch all the parked cars ahead of me.

This reminded me of when my brother and I were waiting for our drinking friend one Sunday evening to meet us in a square of pubs, restaurants and shops, we were standing at the end of a small alleyway between a shop and a closed pub, ( it had had a fire a few weeks earlier) when two females in their twenty's or thirty's came walking over to the alley, one in a cream trouser suit, they past us and went about halfway down the alley, the one in the cream suit said to the other one,'I wish those two would bugger off I need to pee', I then watched them in the glass of the shop window but they just walked out the other end of the alley.
If I was by myself I would of moved away only to come back to see if she was peeing in the alley, or followed them to see there they would go to pee.

I've never of written any experiences here before, but the stories in this thread made me want to share some experiences I had with an ex.
E. was a pretty sexual person, very attractive with small C to large B cup tits that she wasn't too shy about. She was generally willing to do almost anything sexual at least once.
At that time we spent a lot of time in the country looking after a small group of horses. There were no buildings on the piece of land we were on, so of course no washrooms either. E. wasn't bothered by peeing outdoors, having spent lot's of time in her life in these situations.
I got to witness her drop her pants and squat to pee quite often, and developed a huge fetish for it. There were a lot of times that we did a bit of drinking while we were out there, and that helped loosen our inhibitions, if there were any.
I got braver about asking to watch her pee, and she would often remove her pants completely and spread her knees so I could clearly watch her piss stream out of her gorgeous little shaved pussy.
After having a few experiences where I would watch her piss, she got into seeing me piss while I watched her. I got a bit braver and eventually got to the point of standing in front of her, facing her, and pissing between her legs and we would let our piss streams cross each other, kind of like a sword fight with our piss streams!
We did eventually bring some play back into our home as well. I can continue with those experiences if anyone is interested.

I would love to hear more!!

When I was in St Martin last year, I was looking for a non-commercial semi-secluded beach where I could just relax with my GF away from the crowd. One of the natives recommended Happy Bay; which is a bit of a hike to get to.

We made the hike, took an apparently wrong turn on of the trails and ended up getting to the beach the "back way." Around the corner leading to the actual beach I caught a glimpse of an unusual sight. A completely naked woman was squatting right in the middle of the trail, taking a piss. She had a full body tan and was completely shaven, and as she wizzed right there in the open she seemed remarkably comfortable with the situation. My GF was too busy admiring the beach to notice the naked peeing woman right down the trail.

When we got to the beach it was evident this was not a nude beach. So why was this woman completely naked? And why didn't she go hide behind a tree or a bush to pee?
I'll never know. But the perv in me thinks she might have just finished having sex in the wooded area behind the beach. And in her horny state she was wizzing it out exhibitionistically. Who knows?:rolleyes:

Early years of female co-workers
 

Over the years I have worked with a number of females, in the early years in the shipyard that I worked in there were only a few female toilets and they all needed keys to get into them, so if you were moving around the yard you may not have the right key. In some of the workshops there were only men's toilets and so my co-worker had to use the cubicles in them, It became the norm for her to go with me to the loo, I would go in first and tell her if it was empty she would then go into a cubical and close the door, I would go and pee at the urinal, I soon noticed that I could listen to her peeing and this I started to do for a number of months until our work split us up.
At Christmas in our workshop we were having a drink (then alcohol was aloud) and I went of to the gents, one of the cubical doors was closed and a chap was at a urinal, (this chap was an ex.RN sailor and had been giving one of the females in our workshop a hard time,) I went two or three urinals to his right. The door of the cubical opened and it was this female. She came over to the urinals and turned her back to me, and pulled his arm to turn him more towards her. Then she said something like, 'you said you had a big snake, it is more like a small worm,' she then left and went back to the workshop and to the other females who all laughed at him on his return, he never bugged her again.....
After a short time back in the workshop my female co-worker asked me to go with her to check that the gents was empty so that she could us them, after she went into a cubical I was standing outside the gents and put my foot on the doorway step to retie my shoelace when I noticed that I could see under her door to mid calf and her jeans and pink knickers, I tried to see higher but could not get any lower, when she came out I was standing in the passage way to the toilets.
There was a rumour that one of our females had peed in the sink of the cleaning bay at the end of the workshop, but I do know someone was sick in it as I cleaned it up at the end of the day when I used the sink to dump the last of the home brew down it.

I was working with one female on a dead ship when she needed a pee, we were a long way from any toilets so I said why not just go down into the boiler room or the engine room and pee on the deck plate's it will drain into the bilge and just add to the oil and water there. So she said not to follow her and she climbed down the ladder to the boiler room. I watched her move away from the ladder way and so I walked along the passageway above to an access plate to the air intake witch had been removed, from here I saw her lower her overalls and drop her jeans and underwear but could not see her naked ass, she squatted and peed before dressing and climbing back up to join me, now at the other end of the passageway away from the access plate.

At one time me and a female co-worker had to do switchboard watch from 11 pm until 8 am on a ship in dock for a few weeks, we were to be the only ones on the ship all night, there were no toilets working on the ship and so you had to go back in our van, unlock the workshop that we had the key for and use the toilets there. My female co-worker at the time was pregnant and was always needing to pee and quickly and so had set up a bucket at the back of the switchboard room, as we also had to do fire rounds I would do all the walking and leave her to it. As I walked the ship if I needed a pee I would just pee over the side. As the nights went on she would use her bucket when I was still there in the room ( she thought that as my eyes were closed that I was asleep) I was able to hear her peeing. But soon she started to thow up into her bucket as well, I was glade when she left to have her baby.

One job I had was cable-jointing, out and about with a female co-worker in a van we could be anywhere. At times we could be in open country miles from anything, so it was normal for me to pee on the side of the van in country lane while she was working in the back of the van. This went on for a number of days and I was thinking were is she peeing. Then one day she said that she needed a wee wee and as we were parked at the side of a road with no wall or hedge she said that she know that I had been peeing on the side of the van as the mud and dirt was washed of at that point, so she said she would pee at the side also. She waited until we had packed up all our gear and I had got into the driving seat.
She then went to her side of the van, dropped her trousers and knickers and went into a high squat and had a long hard piss, what she had forgotten was that from my seat I had a great view of her bum and piss stream in my large side mirror.

Another time we had finished our work early and went to a pub for a drink before going back to our deport (non-alcoholic, as if....). We had a long way to drive and as we got onto the motorway the traffic came to a full-stop and we were in the middle lane, as time pasted slowly and we moved even slower, after about three hours she said she wished we did not gone to the pub as her drink now wanted out, with nowhere to go I said we have some empty plastic tubs in the back of the van, so she jumped out and went around and got into the back of the van, there was a large vent in the wall between the seats and the back, she came up to this vent and said to let her know if we were starting to move, I said yes I would.
I heard her find and open a tub and move-about to lower her cloths just then I had to shout we are moving and this we did, when we stopped again she started to pee loudly into the plastic tub, when she was none I heard the lid being pushed back on and her redressing, as we were still stopped she came back into the cab with me.
I now had two problems one I had a stiffy and hoped she did not see it as she climbed back into the cab, and two I needed to piss now. After what seemed like hours the traffic moved and I turned of at the first exit that I came to and into a lay-by on a side road, jumping out I said to her I was just going for a pee, and went to her side between the van and the hedge away from the back of the van so that pasting traffic could not see me, as I pissed onto the side of the van I tried to see if she was watching but could not see her unless I turned my head and that she would have seen.
So after I was done and got back into the cab I could not see in her side mirror as before she had moved it but not put it back as I had had it so she did watch. My stiffness was now back and harder.

College sighting
 

I had forgotten all about this until I was speaking with an old college buddy recently and he brought it up.

Back in the 80s, there was a town about an hour away from where I attended school that had a big Octoberfest celebration. My friend, his gf, and I decided to go. My friend offered to drive as he was not a big beer drinker. He had a 2 door mustang. Due to my height, I couldn't fit in the back so I rode in the passenger's seat with gf in the back.

We got to the festival and stay until after dark. We start heading back to school and we all have to pee. Being boys, my buddy turned down a little side road and he and I proceeded to relieve ourselves in the woods. His gf however was prim and proper and remained in the car. She said she would wait for a store.

Unfortunately for her, there were no open stores. Soon her bf started teasing her about dripping water, waterfalls, etc. I joined in and soon she was about to burst.

Finally we saw a little mom and pop store up ahead that was also closed. She gave in and said pull around back, let her out, and then pull around the building so we couldn't see.

Bf pulled her around the back and I got out to let her out of the back seat. As she got out of the car, she had either waited too long or changing positions pressed on her bladder cause she immediately dropped her jeans and pink panties. She turned from me but began peeing about 2 feet from me. I didn't get to see anything from the front but was treated to a very cute little ass. To add insult to injury, we were under a street light so she had no protection from the dark. It seems like she pissed for 10 minutes.

She got back in the car and bf had cracked up. She was a little irritated but more embarrassed. For the next few months I would make comments such as I wonder when the next full moon is, and she would go beet red.

My one and only golden shower
 

A long time ago when I was younger I had a bet with my girlfriend about something, the looser had to pay a forfeit, my girlfriends forfeit was to let me have bum sex, ( up to then she would not let me have penetrating sex with her but we did other things), my forfeit was to let her pee on me, ( I think that I was a winner both ways). Anyway she won.
One warm sunny afternoon (yes we do get then every year or so.) we were sitting watching TV and she had had about 4 cans of larger, when I said when are you going to claim your forfeit from our bet the other week, to my surprise she said how about now.
So we went out to the garage, I swept a patch on the floor and removed all my clothes but not my shoes and socks and laid down, she removed her shoes, socks, jeans and knickers, and stood above me at my waist, my thing was already going hard as she started to pee, but her pee just splashed about so she used both hands to hold her lips open and now her pee came out into a clean straight stream right onto my thing, my thing was stiffer then I could ever remember, what with the sight of her from that angle and the heat of her hot piss hitting it.
When she was done she grabbed the workshop towel and whipped her legs and pussy, I stood up and asked her what she was going to do about this as I pointed to my very hard thing, she said that she was not going to touch that as it was all wet with piss, so as she bent to whip her feet I put my left hand up between her legs from behind to play with her and jerked myself with my right hand about two pulls before I shot my load the length of the garage (well about 4 ft anyway).
I then took the garden hose and washed myself down and the garage floor, by then she was dressed and had gone back to the TV and another can of larger.
She never talked about it or did it again. (well not for me anyway)

Playing tennis with my girlfriend
 

Some years ago we used to play tennis (well I tried and hit the ball back) in a local park. The park had two courts, one was clay and the other was grass (but it was made into a putting green) the courts were in the back corner of the park, with the park keepers hut and toilets on one side, with trees at the back and the park wall on the other side.
As we used it in the summer evenings it was free, as at 4pm the park keeper would lock the toilets and chain up the swings and other play equipment and go home. My girlfriend would ware one of those short white skirts with white knickers under it and a white top. We would play and then go to the water fountain for a drink to cool down and then play some more if no-one was waiting to play.
After a time we sometimes needed to pee, if we had no-one near to see I would pee out through the back fence into the trees, and my girlfriend would sit on the bench along the inside at the side of the court, pull her skirt up out of the way and her knickers to one side and pee down through the planks of the bench, I liked to watch this.
But if people were about us or someone was waiting to play we would leave the court and walk to a old cast iron sheltered park bench, this shelter had side walls to keep the wind out and so she would squat and pull her knickers to the side and pee there, I would then pee in the same corner onto her pee puddle.
After that we would walk back home.

Country picnic in the forest.
 

Out on a picnic with the wife and her parents. Back in the car before returning home she decided she just had to go. Quite shy she took herself off in to the trees. She thought she was hidden from view but being a bright sunny day the light filtering in to the trees meant that it was possible to see her clearly and her light coloured clothing. Pink top and white jeans. I Saw her stand to unfasten the jeans then pull them down, crouch down and proceed to pee. Sunlight was reflecting off the stream of ladies water. Her parents were oblivious sitting in the front chatting while waiting for her. Later I teased her about having watched her pee, she got pretty mad and preferred not to believe me. Ironically had she been facing out towards the car I would not have had nearly as good a view. Having her back to us meant I had a great view of her pulling her jeans and panties down and peeing. A nice touch was when she got a tissue from her pocket and dabbed her crack before pulling them back up.

Girlfriend Caught Short
 

I've seen my girlfriend pee several times and even once spot her panties, but last week was the first time I ever saw her truly caught short.

Last Wednesday we went out to a local brewery after work. It was across town and I drove her. The brewery had tours as well as a tasting flight and a series of artisan cocktails. We stayed for a couple of hours, had their flight and a couple of cocktails each. I don't think either of us really intended to drink that much, but it was very good (and the tasting pours perhaps a little too full).

The distillery closed early, at 9pm. We headed to the bathroom on our way out, but neither of us were in a state to drive back. We decided to walk around on what turned out to be a surprisingly warm evening. As we walked around we realized that nothing else was open at that hour, so we ended up just walking through the a mixed residential/industrial neighborhood.

Maybe 45 minutes after we left, my girlfriend declared that she had to pee. She's said that many times before to me. Though I actually had suspected this based on her somewhat terse handling of our conversation. We continued walking. Maybe 2 blocks later we passed an area under construction and she saw a portable bathroom. "Thank God!", she exclaimed. "I'm using the porta-pottie". But her joy was short lived. As she pulled on the handle, she realized it was locked.

She played it off well, and we kept walking, but I don't think I understood the extent of her desperation.

Literally two blocks later she came out and said: "It's dark. I **really** have to piss. I'm going in this alley. I need to go now" But it wasn't really even an alley. It was a loading dock on the backside of a business. She leaned up against the side of the loading dock, pulled down her pants all the way to her ankles and with a deep lean and legs slightly spread she started peeing. It was a torrent.

I didn't hide my excitement. I stood slightly in front of her and just watched as she made a two foot puddle. Her stream had basically stopped when a car turned down the road. Quickly her pants were on and we pretended that we were just talking.

Coach trips with sightings or near sightings.
 

Over the weekend someone asked me to look for a photograph that I may have taken, so I first looked through my digital photos on CDs, but they were to new, so I dug out old photo albums and looked through them. This lead me to remember past coach trip sightings.

1974, I was on a coach on a two lane German motorway. Up in front of the coach a car pulled off onto the side of the road and a female in a business suit got out and came to the back of it, with her back to the road she put her hands up under her skirt and pulled down her knickers and squatted down as we pasted her all I could see was a bit of bum with a bit of bum-crack, we were soon past so I did not get to see her pee.

1982, I joined a London to Plymouth coach at Heathrow having just arrived back from Canada. The coach was very full and running late. After a time the back of the coach was getting very loud, (I think it was a hen party going home), when a female in a very short skirt made her way to the driver to ask him to stop, ( this coach was an old one with no toilet), the driver said no, ether he could not stop or he would not stop, she returned to her seat and a loud ' well if he will not stop then I will just pee here' was said.
Minutes later another female made her way to the driver, she said something to him before going down the few steps to the door well of the coach and her head went below my line of sight, then a second female ran to the front of the coach, grabbed the drivers pale blue square plastic rubbish bin, placed it in the gangway and with her back to the people on the coach pulled her knickers down and sat on it. I did get to see her bum and bit of ass crack as she sat there, and all of her bum as she stood up to pull her knickers up, before both females returned to there seats.
When the coach did stop sometime later at some services and I got off to go to the gents there was a big wet patch on the door mat, the driver was washing his bin out under a tap when I came out of the gents. The hen party got off at Exeter with no more peeing.

2000, On my way home from France, we were trying to get into Zeebrugger ferry terminal, (another french ferry strike) the traffic was bumper to bumper and not moving, we could see the terminal to the right, as we sat there two females walked past our coach (I think they thought they could walk to it to use the toilets). The traffic started to move but the road curved left away from the terminal and as it went under a over pass there they were.
The two females were squatting with there backs to a support pillar having a pee, our coach had to slow and I was level with them, they were side on to me and I had a great view of both the side butt cheeks and I could clearly see both there pee streams, and when the one nearest to the road stood up she turned her back to the road and gave a full view of the hole of her bum as she bent to pull up her things, but this did hide the other female when she stood up.
Then they ran back up the road to rejoin there transport.

These two photos sorta remind me of the area we were hiking in -- kinda rocky and rugged

Although I don't have any photos of the actual event, I came across this photo and thought of that day with Monica.

Peeing in my car.
 

In one of my jobs I did a lot of driving in my car from place to place and so at times needed to pee, but I could not always find somewhere to pee unseen or if it was raining. I was in my workshop one-day when I found a large plastic syringe with a long clear plastic tube, the syringe was just the right size to put my thing into when the plunger was removed and the tube was about 1/4 in wide, I cut the top and plunger off and put some rubber tape around the cut hedge to soften the opening, I tried it out in the toilet to see it it would work, there was a funny feeling as the pee drained out the tube pulling air in past my thing. In the car between the seats was a square bin, at the bottom under the carpet I found a rubber bung, I pulled the bung out and was able to pass the tube out and so under the car. So from then on I could pee in the car anywhere. I did tell my girlfriend about this new addition to my car and she said that's right think of yourself.
One day as we were coming home from a day at a Cornish beach and were sitting in the ferry queue back into Devon, (this was before the Tamar bridge was built) I needed a pee so I got the tube and pulled out my thing and peed out onto the road, ( my girlfriend had seen me use it a number of times ). As we moved one car a day, she said seeing me pee made her want to go but said she would hold it, just then we saw the car in-front of us have some funny movement in the passenger seat and a few seconds later a small plastic sand castle bucket was poured out of the car window onto the road. That was the last straw and now my girlfriend was about to piss her knickers.
As luck would have it today she had on a light summer dress and only knickers under it, so as I put the tube in the hole of the car floor she pulled her knickers down and off, she then parted her pussy lips so that we could both see her pee hole, and placed the open end of my car pee tube over it and slowly she started her pee to see if it would work, and it did and so she let go, the look on her face was of relief. As she was peeing the cars started to move and as I looked at her peeing and then in the mirror to see my puddle and then her trail of pee behind our car I nearly hit the back of the car in front, and braked hard and this made her move the tube but just a little pee went onto the seat, she was able to stop and repositioned the tube to finish her pee.
Using her knickers to wipe with she was done. And soon we were on the ferry at this point she told me to keep my hands on the wheel and not to try anything. I was having trouble keeping my third leg off the wheel.

My girlfriend did use my in-car pee tube once more and that was when we where out for a day on the moors and it came pissing down with rain and we sat it out (hoped to see it stop but it did not) and she was busting to go this time, she was in jeans and knickers and I had to help her pull them down, as she held open her lips, I held the tube to her pee hole, then to tickle her I moved it just a little to let it suck air in, she liked the funny feeling but what came after that is not for here.

1) I is called a penis, cock, dick, whatever but not "my thing"

2) I find it inconceivable that one single male has seen so many females urinating.

Just saying.

1) I really don't care what people call it, it's not what I focus on in a story...

2) I've seen more females urinating than I can recount, it's not that big a deal in some parts of the world. Ever been to a music festival? The girls line up along the fence or whatever to pee by the dozens...

1. I was not sure that I could use those words on here.
2. I am nearly 60 and there were not many reststops about in my younger days

Trip to Bournemouth
 

My girlfriend and I where invited to one of her friends wedding in Bournemouth, (see:- At the Beach Hut). On route we had to drop my mother off at her younger brothers in Bath. We left home at about 1pm to go to Bath, and we arrived at about 5pm, after saying hello to all the family and having a cooked meal we did not leave until about 7:30pm. We had booked a small hotel about half way between Bath and Bournemouth for the night so that we could sleep and change into our best for the wedding at 10am at a church in Bournemouth. ( my mother asked if we had booked two rooms ?, I say yes {one at the hotel and one in Bournemouth Hee! Hee! }).
We where held up in traffic and when we got to the hotel for the night at just after 9pm the room was gone. So we drove on to Bournemouth. After an hour we decided to find a lay-by for the night, (the car needed fuel and all the petrol stations we pasted were closed for the night), after what seemed like miles we found a lay-by and pulled in.
It was dark and no traffic passing so my girlfriend jumped out to have a piss, with the car door open she stood facing to the front of the car and dropped her jeans and knickers and squatted with her back just pasted the rear door jam so all I could see was her knees and in the light from the interior light her piss stream, her stream jetted like as if she was pushing to get it out as it went up and down, went her stream stopped she bounced up and down for a long time before standing and turning into the car and look in the glove box for a small box of tissues that I had there, she grabbed two or three and standing up straight wiped her pussy and the her bum before placing the tissues on the ground, all the time I had a nice view of her pussy, (in those days she only used my hair clippers and a comb to trim her hair not to shave it off, once dry she pulled up her things and tipping her car seat back down got back into the car and we tried to get to sleep.
It was still dark when I awoke and as I did not want to get out into the cold and dark or to wake her I used my pee tube to pee in the car. ( see:- Peeing in my car)
Later when I awoke again it was light but misty, my girlfriend was the first to open the car door, to get out and this time with her back to me dropped her jeans and knickers and squatted with her bum to me and peed, before standing and wiping with one tissue that she placed on the ground, bending over and pulling up her knickers and jeans. Then jumping back in the car and closing the door.
We sat there for a time, (I had a morning hard-on) soon I got out of the car and walked around to her side to pee into the hedge. At this point I had two surprises. One this was not a lay-by but the entrance to a nice looking graveyard. The second was that she had not just peed the night before but had also had a poo, just by the rear car door. (This is the only time she had pooed outdoors in the hole of the 25 years I was with her)
Soon that I was done peeing we continued on to Bournemouth, stopping only once at another lay-by to change and pee, this one was a very quick squat but she had taken her jeans off to change before she peed.
Have you ever tried to change your trousers in the driving seat when you have three legs to deal with.

In the backyard of the church
 

About 10 to 15 years ago I had to work 12 hour shifts 7 days a week at my job, and so I would pop into the church that I went too, to get things ready for the Sunday's at odd times of the week and day.
This was in the summer and I had popped out from work at my lunch time at 8 pm and into the church.
I was in the room at the base of the tower when I heard water running, (as there was no water supply in the church only a tap in the backyard) I thought it is not raining again is it?, Looking at the crack under the back door into the yard, I could see the heels of a pair of shoes and a puddle in-between them. I very quietly unlocked the door and opened it (inwards), there was a female peeing in the door way, ( she had had to climb over a 4 to 5 foot tall wall to get into this yard). She jumped up and tried to run around the corner of the tower with her jeans down and still peeing. I followed her and said you might as well squat and finish your pee, you do not what to get your jeans any wetter, she stopped moving and turned to face me, squatted to finish her pee, I asked her what she was doing in the yard, she said waiting for a friend, when she was done she stood up to pull her knickers and jeans up, giving me a good look at her pussy, she had long ginger hair and her pussy matched. She started to cry and asked, are you going to call the police, I said no and as she stood in the middle of the yard I got her a bucket and told her to fill it from the tap and wash her piss out of the door way, this she did. I then went and got the key for the padlock on the door out into the lane outside the yard, as I unlocked it I said to her why did you not pee into one of the four drains in the yard, as two of them could not be seen from the roads outside, but the door way could be seen, I said that sometimes my girlfriend pees it that one, (pointing to the one in the corner by the wall) so you will know now for next time, if there is a next time, with that she smiled and went out the door and away.
I locked the doors and finished my work before returning to my place of work. Later I went to the gents and thought about what I had seen earlier that evening.
The yard door and the outside toilet door are both locked, and on Sundays we would find knickers, condoms, needles and more in the yard to clean up. On the Sunday after the female was pissing in the door way as I got out of my car I could see over the wall and too the tower door way, there was something in it, I went through the church and opened the door, it was a small white paper bag with glass ampoules and a syringe, so that was the friend she had been waiting for.

Amsterdam
 

A few years ago on a trip to Amsterdam with a coach, we were being lead around the red light area as a group, when my girlfriend said ' a man just stopped his car, jumped out and pissed into the canal, shook the drips of and got back into his car and drove off, two other females in the group also saw him.
Later in the week we were all on a glass topped boat on the canals when on my girlfriends side of the boat at the landing place, a man just stood and peed from the landing place onto the glass roof of the boat, the gents loo on the landing place was only a hand basin. Later when we returned to the landing place one of the females in our group needed the loo and so went to the ladies only to find it too was only a hand basin (just use the canal as the toilet) but it was screened from the canal not like the gents. I do not know if she used it.

On the way to Amsterdam our coach stopped at a motorway services somewhere in France. After a bite to eat both me and my girlfriend went to the toilets, these were down a spiral staircase, past the little desk for the attenuate to collect the money, the first door was the ladies and my girlfriend went in the second door which was open was the gents, the toilet cubicles were down the right side of the room with the urinals down the left side, and wash hand basins to the left of the door.
The urinals had a mirror at about chest height running the full length of the room, I went to about the middle urinal and got it out and started to pee when a females voice said hello, I looked up into the mirror to see a female sat on the toilet in the cubicle behind me with the door wide open, she had her knickers around her legs and her dress up around her waist. ( I could not see anything between her legs for the shadow of her dress) she then said, you English and I said yes, as she spoke she stood up giving me a full view of her hair pussy, she whipped with a piece of toilet paper and to my greater surprise turned around to drop it into the toilet and to flush it, and so giving me a full look at her nice round bum, she turned back and slowly pulled up her knickers and then she walked out with her dress still up pulling it down as her walked out the main toilet door so I was still watching her bum as she left, she said bye.
By now I was having trouble peeing up hill and also putting it away after.

(Journey Back) On our coach there was a young couple who sat at the back by the emergency exit which they used as there own door on and off the coach, she wore light summer dresses above the knees and was always straddling him, facing him, at one stop as he sat on a bollard with her on him and she was bouncing up and down. I thought that she did not have any knickers on, ( was to find out that I was right). As they climbed up into the coach using this door and the haft-round foot holes in the side of the coach, she always went first and him second I got a look at a lot of her legs.
On the return journey the driver stopped in a lay-by on the motorway, to the front right of the coach across a small field was a old grey looking shed with two door ways, with WC in big white letter on it. Most of the women and my girlfriend got off the coach and went over to it. My girlfriend told me that there was no doors and just inside the door ways all there was was a hole in the ground, so she and some of the women just went around the back and squatted and peed.
At the back of the coach as I was getting off I saw the man open the door and the female climb over him and down and out. I walked along the side of the coach and around the back, just in-time to see the female climbing back up and in over the man, this is when I was proved right about no knickers for as she was at the top a gust of wind came and up went her dress giving me a good look at her bear bum. She got in and the door was closed, but on the ground by the wheel of the coach was a wet patch and a paper tissue, so she had got out to pee.

We drove on and stopped at the same services we stopped at on the way out, I went to the gents and this time as I peed the female attenuate came into the gents cleaning, but then she started to clean the mirror above the urinals, first to one side of me and then the other side and cleaned the bit of mirror in front of me while I was still peeing, I did not put any money in her dish on the desk as I though she had had her tip already.

More about Amsterdam, The Hotel later

Amsterdam cont. (The Hotel)
 

The hotel that we stayed in in Amsterdam was on the corner of a street of shops, the ground floor was a bar, above that was the restaurant, with the rooms along to the right above all the shops, on the left-hand side of the corridor it was all bedrooms, and on the right between bedrooms were single occupies toilets and also all the fire escapes. We had a room on the left, as you entered our room there was a wall about a metre long then the bedroom, beside the bed behind this wall partly hidden by a glass partition was only a wash-hand basin and a bidet, the bidet was in line with the gap in this partition.
On the first night I had to get up to pee so I just peed into the washbasin. In the morning as I was shaving my girlfriend keep-ed going to the room door and looking out to see if there was a queue for the toilets, as the time pasted she was getting desperate to pee, so I said you could pee in the bidet or wait for a toilet or wet your self. With that she dropped and stepped out of her pj bottoms and squatted over the bidet and peed and peed, I was watching her as the look on her face changed, when she was done I had other plans, and we were nearly late for breakfast.
She continued to use the bidet to pee and I the washbasin, for the rest of our stay.

Some years later I was on a trip to Canada with a female friend ( my girlfriend had broken it off with me). And we shared a room, this room was big, as you entered there was the door to the bathroom, then two double beds (we had one each) and a sitting area with a tv then a dinning area then big windows with a sitting area outside.
On the second night as my friend was in the bathroom changing her cloths the light went out so she was in the dark, I phoned the desk and someone fixed the lights while we were at dinner, but my friend would not close the bathroom door after that so if I sat up in my bed at the right angle I could see her in a big mirror on the wall opposite the bathroom door, I could see her getting in and out of her pj's and also the shower, but could not see the toilet, but I could hear her peeing, in the mornings it was like a water fall, this did at times mean that I had to stay in bed for sometime before I could get to the bathroom

Amsterdam cont. (Hotel cont.)
 

The toilets for the bar were under the stairs and had a sign for both men and women on the door, I went in to pee and as you entered there was a urinal up a big step, ( I think the step was to cover the waste pipe from the toilet) then to the left of the urinal was the toilet cubicle, the top of which was about waist high to me at the urinal and chest high to anyone in the cubicle.
The first time I peed I was there on my own, when I returned to my girlfriend in the bar I told her about the layout, Later when she needed a pee she got me to go with her so that no-one could stand at the urinal and look over the wall, as she was whipping another man came in and saw me watching her, I got a funny look from him as we left.
On another evening I went for a pee and as I was stood there on this step at the urinal a female came in and entered the cubicle and lifted her dress and dropped her knickers, I tried to look away but she started to talk to me so I looked her way, she was looking at me, and I started to get stiff, she saw this and giggled, as she stood up she turned to face me giving a great look at her neatly trimmed muff, I think she was deliberately taking her time to put her things right. After I returned to the bar and my girlfriend we saw the female at a table with more females and they were looking and giggling at us.
My girlfriend would not let me go to the toilet alone after that, but I was alright with that as she would pee also and I could watch that anyway.

Caught peeing
 

I was recently driving with a friend, the place we were heading was through some industrial/waste land on a quiet road.
On turning a corner we noticed a car parked up. On th eopposite side of the road was a girl, jeans and panties round her ankles, squatting and peeing in full view. Naturally we slowed down, she was in full flow but didn't seem too embarrassed to see us.
Certainly saw her! Clean shaven and very nice pussy. I still have the image in my head now and have had numerous wanks thinking of her

I would be putting in a security camera.😀

In a Prefab house.
 

At the weekend I visited a place where old buildings which had been taken down brick by brick and moved then rebuilt so you can go into them and see how they were when first built, from old barns, workshops, factories to churches and houses. One of there buildings was a Prefab house from after the second world war, I went inside to look and thought how small it was with all the families furniture and things inside compered to the last one that I had been in over 40 years age.
Where I lived there where a number of sites were there had been large numbers of these Prefabs on.
Me and my girlfriend (at the time) had been out walking and a visit to a pub and were on our way home past two Prefab sites, the first people were still living in but the second (close to our home) was being pulled down.
As we walked my girlfriend said she wished she used the ladies at the pub as the lager was now wanting out and did not think she could make in home. I said to pee behind one to the Prefabs. (she was not one to pee out doors she prefered to use a toilet).
The first row of Prefabs were all gone apart from the concert basses, the second row was half gone, the third the men had started to rip out the kitchens, bathrooms and all the doors into piles in there back gardens so we went around the back of the fourth row.
We entered the first Prefab (the first of many!) and I said to her to squat and pee anywhere but she said no it had been someone's home and that she would use the bathroom but the toilet was broken so we moved to the next and then the next until she found a toilet she could use but it had no seat.
She dropped her jeans and knickers and hovered over the pan, I was standing to her side with a great view of her ass and pee stream, ( well pee jet like a fire hose and with a loud hiss) with a last shake of her bum she was done and pulling up her knickers over her hairy pussy, (shaving was not done in those days) and her jeans, we walked around inside from room to room they seemed big with no furniture, in the back bedroom the carpet was still there and I said that I needed a pee now and took my thing out and asked if she wanted to hold it she said no as it was not right to pee on someone's carpet, I said look if they wanted it they would have taken it when they moved out, with that I started to pee and waved it around onto the flowery wall paper trying to pee on the big rose looking flowers, when she grabbed it and started to do the same, but I was peeing higher up the wall now, soon I was done and she shook the last drips of and admitted that she had had fun doing that, It was time to put my now stiff thing away but only after some more fun not for here.

Back to my visit there was a lot of young giggling females from some collage around the door of a 5 seater brick outhouse with big windows more like a summer house, taking photos, I went and looked in one of the windows to see that the females were dropping there jeans and sitting on the 5 holes for photos.
All I could see as they were taking turns were nice bums and some very small knickers and thongs, but sadly no one used it to pee.

Latest car trip.
 

I was driving along on an 'A' road when I saw on the opposite side of the road a caravan towed by a car had parked at the side of the road, with a man standing at the front peeing over the crash barrier into the hedge, then I noticed a female squatting between the front wheel and the crash barrier. I would of thought that she would of used the toilet in the caravan.

Later at a motorway services, I had parked in the first row from the building with the toilets etc., and as I pulled away I saw a car in the third row with the passenger side doors open and a female just doing up her belt and at her feet a puddle and a white tissue. There were not many cars in this park and as I passed by to get to the exit I saw that the male driver was standing and looking towards the back of his car and down to something near the ground, I could see trough his side car window the head of another female squatting.
Why did they not walk about four car lengths and use the toilets.

Not into pee myself, but i did used to live in an apartment that overlooked an alley in the busy part of a city. After midnight during the summer when my windows were open I'd hear pretty loud commotion of people walking home from bars. Often, drunk people would stumble down the alley to relieve themselves. I'd look down and see people peeing in between the dumpsters down below. Often women with their pants around their knees butts in the air. Like I said. Not a pee guy but a big naked butt is a big naked butt, so I looked.

My Girlfriend and her sister.
 

I was looking through the drawers in the dinning-room, when I came across a faded Polaroid photo (I used to have Polaroid Land-camera which used a wet film) of me, my girlfriend and her sister, in our swimwear on a beach in Cornwall.

We had gone down to Cornwall for the day to this beach. The sister had brought this thing which was like two large towels sown up both sides with a hole at the top to put your head through to change in, we all used it standing on a big flat rock to keep the sand out of our cloths. This was about midday.
At about six we started to get ready to return home, first my girlfriend put this thing on and standing on the rock dropped her swimmers to the ground, I was excited knowing she was nude under that towel but could not do anything because of the sister, when she was done she throw it to me to use, which I did.
Then it was the sisters turn she also dropped swimmers down on to the rock and stepped out of them, but then she stepped to one side and suddenly started a gusher of a piss just standing there, it was running off the rock and onto the sand, she seemed to go on and on. I asked why did you wait till now to pee we had both peed in the sea, her face was bright red as she answered that she did not what pissy swimwear and thought she could hold it until we got the a bar for our meal but had just burst.

I was busting for something else later at home with my girlfriend.

LA Pride
 

I happened to be traveling during the LA pride weekend by metrolink rail. My train was full of people (mostly women) sporting rainbow socks, shorts, belts, shirts and really any piece of clothing you can imagine. I know the women are all lesbians, but I could not help but check some of them out on the train. One woman was wearing the shortest shorts I have ever seen. Another women was not really wearing a shirt -- it was a see-through veil. Another women had very obvious cameltoe. Of course I was discrete since I did not want to end up being caught looking with a train likely to have a lot of feminists on it. Especially people who would probably call me out on it.

Although I was enjoying the view, I had my own problem. I hadn't used the bathroom before boarding because there are usually bathrooms on board the trains. However, when I tried to go in my car and the next car they were out of order. There were crowds in the train (unusual for LA, but perhaps not unexpected given that many people were leaving pride) and it was going to be hard to get over to the next car (a group of maybe 10 rainbow colored women were jammed near the door.

I grinned and beared it, but after arriving at the station, I really had to pee. Once before I had been caught short here and new of a fairly secluded spot behind the station. I didn't want to be caught and become a sex offender so I went all the way around and into the bushes (rather than just in the secluded alley). When I came back out of the bushes, 3 women, clad in pride clothing had their asses out and were peeing in the alley. A few more people were just hanging out with them. I couldn't help but take a quick look. The first woman in the line had a temporary tattoo on her cheek. I couldn't see anything explicit, but I could see her piss stream hitting the ground. I walked by awkwardly. I expected them to say something, but they were silent as I passed by with my eyes averted.

My girlfriends old bungalow
 

Just before christmas I had a card to deliver to a local address, so I set my sat-nav and of I went. As I got closer to the address I saw I was near to a bungalow that a old girlfriend had bought and which we had to get into the 20th century.
First we ripped out the kitchen and then the bathroom, re-wired and re-plumbed. Once the kitchen was out I re-wired while she striped all the wall paper and rubbed down the paint work. We then ripped out the bathroom, to remove the bath I took the door off as it opened onto the side of the bath, removed the sink but left the toilet pan. My girlfriend then hacked all the tiles of the walls, as she was doing this she had a bit of a mishap and broke a big lump out of the rim of the pan. We still used the toilet and it was funny that every time she went to pee I was just pasting the door way, and would watch her in a high squat peeing into the broke pan.
As time went on I removed the pan to start installing the new bath and sink and then she started tiling, this meant that with no toilet we both peed into a 15 litre paint scuttle which was set in the now finished kitchen and emptied at the end of each day into the bushes in the overgrown back garden. We could not pee in the back garden or yard as Mrs. Nosey from next-door was always out there, she had seen use empty the paint scuttle after washing out paint brushes and rollers anyway so did not know that it was now used for pee.
So now the bathroom was fitted and all the waste pipes were out through the wall to be connected to the sewer line and so i dug around the old pipe as it entered the ground but there was a problem and I had to replace 6 metres of underground pipe.
On this one day I was working on the pipes and she was painting all the walls, so when I went to pee about mid-morning she was using the scuttle for paint so I just went to the kitchen sink, got my thing out and standing on tip toe peed into it, after I put my thing away I washed the sink out and wiped around it with some kitchen paper towel.
After we had both had lunch I again peed into the kitchen sink, as I was doing so my girlfriend said she was busting and had been holding it all morning, I said that she could try and pee in the garden or ask Mrs. Nosey if she could use her toilet, she replied that if she asked her she would know that she had been peeing somewhere else all the time the drains were up. I said pee in the kitchen sink then.
First she removed her shoes then her jeans and knickers, I put the small step ladder by the sink, she climbed up and stepped onto the kitchen work top to the left of the sink, then with her right hand on the wall and me holding her left hand she squatted with her bum over the sink and let rip, with my right hand I was feeling she nice round bum as she peed and peed, as her stream came to an end I grabbed the paper kitchen roll and with a sheet wiped her pussy from behind and below. She stood up and stepped onto the step ladder, her pussy now at my face level, I blow on it and kissed it, no more work was done that day.
A few days later and all the drains where done. Now my girlfriend had been taking photos of the work on an instant camera to keep in an album as a record, so I said that I would take a photo of her having the first pee in the new toilet, I sat in the bath and she dropped her jeans and knickers and hovered over the pan, from the bath I had a corner view of her and could see her pee stream and her round bum, I took the photo and put it into the album and marked is as the first pee and the date.
A few weeks later and all the work finished, she had a house warming party and the album was out on the coffee table for every one to look at. I picked it up and thumbed to the photo, only to see a new one of a left hand on the flush handle and marked, 'First flush of the new toilet and the date', I did ask her about my photo but she would not tell me what happen to it.

The Vicar
 

I was looking through my files for an old hymn sheet and came across a St. George's parish magazine for April 1983. Our pray group goes to different churches each month, and we try to go to a church of St. George in April. In 1983 it was out in the country, miles from anywhere. Me and my girlfriend said we would take the vicar. So we set off with the vicar in the back seat with all his maps telling me were to go. (I had looked at the maps earlier so I knew anyway). We arrived and I parked on the grass verge outside the church, this church was in the middle of a grave yard. We all went in, after we said our office we sat at the back with a cup of tea and some cake for a meeting, after as we started to pack up my girlfriend came up to me and said that she needed a wee wee before we headed home.
We headed out side and turned right and right again around two corner, as we walked along the long side of the church my girlfriend stepped up onto the grass and behind a large tombstone, dropped he jeans and knickers and squatted three quarters side on to me and started her long pee giving me a nice view of her bum and piss stream, I just stood on the path and peed onto the grass, when she was done she shook of any drips and pulled up her things, when she came back over to me I said that I had something for her, she playfully gave me stiff thing a slap and said put it away which I did.
We turned and retraced our steps to go back, we turned the first corner only to see a full moon between two graves, it was another of our party with her skirt pulled up and her knickers around her knees in a high squat or more standing bend forwards having a good hard pee out behind her. We quietly turned back and went back past my wet spot and turned right at the next corner and there standing under a big tree with his back to us and cassock pulled up was our vicar peeing on the tree trunk. We went past him and around the last corner and back into the church, were we all said our goodbyes and went back to the car and home.
The journey started in silence until the vicar said that he was sorry we had seen him by the tree, I said it was ok as we did not see anything and that I also was out there for the same thing.
We dropped him back to his vicarage, and that is when it started. I had just started to pull away when she said that's right let him know that I was out were peeing. I said that I had said that I went for a pee not you, anyway his wife and daughter pees so! So you think that that makes it better only you peeing, now he will think that I am a pervert going only to watch you, or even to hold it for you.
We reached the pub for last orders and we had a Pint each which were drunk in silence, I dropped her home to her place and I went home to mine alone. WOMEN!!!!!

At a church that I was organist, in the choir vestry there was a large window with a granite sill, this sill was about 3ft wide and about 2ft front to back and craved into it was a basin about 10in round and 5in deep, with a waste pipe out through the wall to a drain. It was known for females in the choir to use it for emergency peeing while male members would go out the door and pee into the drain.
I had to pee into that drain before the service once to a chant of ‘We know what you are doing ‘ from the females of the choir. As it happened during the service two of the females left the choir and went back to the vestry, On there return I leaned back and whisper into there ear, ‘I know were you have been’ one replied no she had felt faint. After the service we all returned to the choir vestry and there in-front of the basin was a chair used to get up to squat over it and the basin was wet. But the tail tail was the bright red face of the female who had peed.

I was asked to play for evening prayer in a neighbouring village one Sunday late in the afternoon, so me and my girlfriend after morning church went to a pub for lunch and then on to this church, I had been there before and in there choir vestry on the wall opposite the door was a slate trough on the floor about 2ft wide, 10in front to back and about 14in deep with a shower curtain around it.
When we got there about 4 o’clock both of use needed a pee, the pub next to the church was closed, (this was when pubs closed a 3pm on Sundays) so I asked one of the men that I know if there was some there for me to pee. He told me to use this trough and that the rule was if anyone opened the door and saw the curtain closed they know it was in use and would not come in.
I lead my girlfriend to the vestry, the door was open so was the curtain, we both went in and I closed the door and stood with me back to it so no-one could open in, my girlfriend dropped her jeans and knickers and backed over the trough and peed, she said she felt naughty peeing in a church, I said not as naughty as what I was thinking of doing to her there.
When she was done she shock of the drips and pulled up her things and came and stood by the door as I went over and stood to the side of the trough so that I was side on to her so she could see me and also give me a bigger target as I was a little bit stiff, when I was done we returned to the main part of the church for the service.
After cups of tea on the way home we both peed by my car at the side of a road,

Five female students.
 

Sunday evening about 10:30 (it was still light) I was sat at a red light on the edge of student flat lands, when five females came around the corner. Four were wearing tops with short shorts the fifth was in what looked like just a long blue shirt. As they pasted me I looked into my door mirror, the one in the shirt was being help to walk by one on ether side, I was just thinking as she got any shorts on under that shirt when she tripped on the edge of the pavement and as the other two stopped her from falling a lot of bare bum cheeks came into view but no sign of any knickers, just then the light went green.
I turned left and left then left again into a back lane, at the other end of the lane I stopped so that I could look to my right along the pavement, two of the females had stopped and one of them stepped into the road between two cars and ducked down the other got out her phone and started to film her. I could not see the one between the cars.
As I could not turn right I went across the road and turned right down another back lane, by the time I got to the other end and slowly turned right all five were now on the corner of the road, the one in just the shirt was leaning with her back to the wall of the last house, suddenly one of the females jumped back from the one leaning against the wall, she was having a gushing great pee down onto the pavement, as I turned right up the road past them it was now just a dribble, I could not see anything more.
I am just guessing but I think the one in the shirt had no knickers on, and as she was pissed out of her head I think she may have wet herself earlier and taken off her shorts and knickers. I drove back along the road to the lights and turned right and off home.

2am Today
 

At about 2am today I hear foot steps and voices in the back lane, so I looked out of me bedroom window to see two men walking down the lane and two women a few yards behind them. One of the women said something and the men went on down the lane.
Opposite my house is a 3 bay garage set back from the lane with a transit van packed across the middle and the right hand doors. One of the females went to the left door and dropped her trousers and went into a squat, when she was done she stood and pulled up her knicker and trousers, at this point I saw a dark bush, and both females walked off down the lane leaving a wet patch and a small stream out into the lane.
I wish my neighbour would prune his tree as the lighting pole is shaded by the branches.

Two sightings
 

Just been away for a few days, seen a number of lorry drivers peeing on the side of the motorway due to hold up's caused by road works, but also had two sightings of females too, I will start with the second sighting first.

One evening about 7 pm I walked from the hotel to a pub, pasted a small shopping arcade, there were a small group of lads and girls smoking and drinking, some two hours later on my return they were gone. But there was a female with her trousers down squatting in a corner peeing, as I got level with her her female friend stepped in front of her and stood with her lags apart and arms out like a big X, as the road was two or three steps lower then them I could still see the peeing girl, the friend said 'what you looking at?' as I slowed to look. All I could see was the pale colour of her thighs and her pee stream. I walked on back to my hotel.

I went to a heritage railway for a ride behind a steam train, I got to the station which was in the middle of a line at about 10:30 am, bought my ticket to travel and went to a local bar for a drink. I was in the bar when a small number of females came in most in what I would call was fairy outfits, one or two had gone the hole way with green tights, little green leotards with short green skirts and wings, other just short skirts and wings.
My train was at 11:40 so at 11:30 am I returned to the platform and boarded the train, the train left about 10 minutes late and at the end of that part of the line the engine was slow to run-around the train, we were now running a good haft hour late. When we returned to the first station the platform was now packed with females most dressed as fairies, it was a hen party and they had booked the last three carriages of the train, set up as a bar and mobile dance floor, the station staff were trying to get them on board but it was like trying to herd cats. We left the station to go the other way now 47 minutes late, the driver did get back sometime.
We arrived at the last station, this was in the middle of nowhere just a platform with a bench a litter bin and a run-round loop, I got off the train to watch the engine run-around the train and as I did a mother was saying the her child do not look, I turned around to see about 9 or 10 females squatting on the platform by the last three carriages peeing with the train guard saying that there was a toilet on the train. I had a nice view of the bums but mostly side bums with strong pee streams in the sun shine. By now there were a few other med standing watching as the guard gave up with the females and was trying to get us all back on the train and let the females pee without being watched.
When the train did pull out as it pasted the spot on the platform it was awash with pee and a few tissues.
Back at the first station (about 4:30 pm nearly 2 hours late) I returned to the bar after the train had gone I could see the platform and the the untidy and some what drunk fairies all trying to head some to the toilets on the platform, some to the bar but most out and home. As it was now getting too loud in the bar with them I left for my hotel. I did get to see the fairy that at the start was I think in the nicest getup now with holes in her tights with her pale skin slowing and with only one wing.
I think that they enjoyed themselves, I know that I enjoyed the scenery on my train ride.