A good, absolutely normal laws. People have right to watch.
I respect laws of New-York (USA) where people have right to watch and make movies of any public activity.

Peeing on public property and in public places is similar to vandalism and indecent exposure but no one is charged due to the circumstances, especially the ladies so if its a public place, they are open to perusal for all as long as no one harasses or taunts them while they seek relief.

That varies by jurisdiction. I recall reading about someone being convicted and going to jail, for filming women peeing even though they were in public because the the women had made an effort to conceal themselves by going behind bushes and the individual had made an intentional effort to enter their privacy. I think this was in the UK.

I live in NY. I got a pervert arrested for harassment. Using a camera for the purpose of making people scared is effectively terrorism. There's a different between a hidden camera and someone trying to stick their phone under your butt.
If it's not hidden then you are causing a panic, which is a crime in most of the developed world.

caught
 

Apologies this is so short - download the clip and frame-by it for a nice look :D

I'm currently in a big resort with my girlfriend. She the type of person that needs to pee when she gets in water, so she has peed quite a lot in the swimming pool this week. All that while sitting on my knee so it wasn't exactly "seeing" a girl pee in public but it was "feeling" a girl pee in public. I just love the warmth emerging from her pussy, really can't get enough of it!

Also she's peed in the shower every morning, so that I do see. And she always leaves the toilet door open, but that's not really "in public" and peeing on a toilet is not the thing that does it for me anyway.

I was walking in a natural park. I saw a girl, around 25, walking away from the path, so I understood that probably she needed a toilet. I kept moving to reach a higher spot where I could see her from the bushes without being seen and pretending I was peeing too in order to have an excuse to be around.
She pulled down jeans shorts and squatted to pee, fortunately she was giving me her back, so I had a better view and less chances to be seen. As I expected she had a perfect butt. She pulled up underwear and shorts together without wiping herself

I was this year at the Time Warp Festival. Me and my friends peed many Times at the Area of the Maimarktgelände, because the Womans Restroom were to dirty for us.

Damn, I really need to start trying to get my cameras in spots like this. Maybe next year. I'm going to take a wild guess that this is D****town. Very close to where I operate - except I'm about 80 feet below waiting for them to come party down by the river :)

Wow nice job! Great quality video

Tonight at office Christmas party, there was a lady that I suspected went in Men's room. I went in a few minutes later and she was in a stall. I went to a urinal and I could hear a nice stream flowing. She came out while I was washing my hands. She kinda shrugged it off and said she almost felt like a dude.

A walk in the park.
 

Interesting sighting at the park.

A few months ago my local city park was redesigned to encourage greater pedestrian and bicycle traffic and discourage excessive automobile traffic. Changing many former roads to pedestrian only ways and making some two way roads - one way. One of the changes gave the function venue that was in the park its own entrance and closed the road connecting the function hall and the rest of the park. They put up some new signs but some of the old wrong signs are still up and most of the GPS apps still show the old configuration. Not surprisingly lots of people get lost.

Saturday while I was walking through the park I saw the same two limos and SUV drive past me multiple times quite obviously lost.

The fifth time I see them I am cutting through a large empty parking lot and they drive up to me to ask me directions. As soon as limos come to a stop, the back doors open and guests scramble to leave the limos so they can pee. The women seem particularly desperate.

The bride recruited two bridesmaids to hold her dress.

Then one of the bridesmaids holding the dress shouted, “Hey, Jim and Bill hold Mary’s dress so me and Amanda can pee.” Both bridesmaids are doing some serious dancing/fidgeting.
Groom: “I need to pee too”
Amanda: “Not as bad as us”
Jim and Bill do take over holding the bride’s dress.
Amanda pops a squat right next to me. I watch as clear pee flows out of her.
Amanda: “Ahhhh, thank god.”
Me: “So how long have you guys been lost in the park?”
Amanda “About 40 minutes but I was already extremely desperate when we got into the limo”
Me: “How come?”
Amanda “We had a church wedding and then for an hour after the ceremony at the church we had cocktails and appetizers. Then we took photos at the greenhouse. And now we are lost trying to get to the function hall. The church only had a single bathroom so the line was quite long. A few of us pulled out of the line for the bathroom with the promise that it was only 10 minutes to get to the greenhouse and that right next to the greenhouse there was a very large multi-stall restroom.”
Me: “That restroom closes for the winter.”
Amanda: “So I found out. Photos took 20 minutes. The photographer rushed because she knew how much we needed to pee and she realized that telling us to stand still for the photos was becoming futile so she skipped some of the last ones. I really wanted to pop a squat at the greenhouse”
Me: “How come you didn’t?”
Amanda: “The bride's mom insisted that us ladies remain classy and not ruin Mary’s big day and it was only a 5 minute ride from the greenhouse to the reception hall. She didn’t have any problem with all the guys watering the trees, I hate that double standard. And Mary was in favor of popping a squat.”

Me: “So is she going to be mad at you for not being classy?”
Amanda: “No, she has had a change of heart.” [Amanda then points to a middle aged woman who is peeing]

With the exception of the two limo drivers, the photographer and her helper, everyone peed right out in the open. Of the 16 women who peed I had a direct line of sight to fully see seven of them. The others were either on the other side of the limo or managed to hide their anatomy with their dress.

The women left some pretty large puddles. A few of them yelled things like, "don't look" but most didn't seem to care.

One of the guys said to one of the bridesmaids (while they were both peeing), "wow honey you must be really drunk I don't think I have ever seen you pop a squat like that before"
Bridesmaid: "what are you talking about I pee outside all the time"
Guy: "yeah, but you and your friends always hide behind something or use jackets to hide"
Bridesmaid: "I have reached the I don't care who sees me pee as long as I am peeing stage. If I had popped a squat at the greenhouse I would have teamed up with some other girls and we would have blocked for each other, but I was way too desperate to spend time on that now"

I gave the limo drivers directions to get to the function venue, but told them it would probably be easier just to drive to the top of the hill and then it is a pretty short walk.

All in all a great walk in the park.

day in the office
 

Not a sighting per se but….

I work in an office with four women, we are all project managers.

The job involves frequently hosting team meetings, while the rest of the team can call in from their cell phones, but the project manager must be at their computer to host the meeting. We don’t do video conferences, but often share powerpoint presentations.

It is not uncommon to have multiple meetings almost back to back or have meetings run over, so I make sure I am aware of my schedule, plan my restroom breaks appropriately and if need be limit my liquid intake. And I have done a pretty decent job at limiting the times I have been desperate for a break. My coworkers on the other hand not so much. Frequently I will see them fidgeting at their desks and their most common complaint is about how bad they need/needed to pee. Part of this is a result of poor scheduling but the biggest culprit is they often come to work quite hungover and drink an obscene amount of coffee/gatorade/water etc to deal with their hangovers. They are friends outside of work and frequently party together.

Today all four of them arrived extremely hungover at 9 am with large beverages. By 10:30 all four of them were extremely desperate. Katie was in the worst shape I have ever seen any of them ever, she was out of her chair vigorously dancing up and down with her hand down her pants squeezing her pee hole closed. Not exactly surprising being she arrived with a nearly empty 44 oz cup of ice coffee and immediately upon finishing it drank a bottle 28 oz of gatorade and was almost done with a liter bottle of water. The other three were fidgeting in their seats. At 10:45 I had a brief break before my next meeting and went to the mens room. (Ironically the person in least need of a pee break had one scheduled. I needed to pee but I wasn’t desperate.)

When I returned all four of them seemed fine. None of them were fidgeting or dancing, even Katie. All four were still conducting meetings. There was absolutely no way they had gone to the women’s restroom and back while I was in the men’s room. It would be almost impossible for one of them to do that without me seeing them in the hall, and certainly not all four (the bathrooms are single occupancy).

I suspect they must have peed in bottles or something, while I was out of the room. I didn’t see any containers filled with pee. But there is absolutely no way for someone to go from desperately needing to pee to not needing to pee without peeing.

I am not going to confront them with my suspicion as I don’t see how embarrassing my coworkers benefits anything.

There have been a few times when I went to the bathroom and was suspicious that someone that looked like they needed to pee stopped looking like they needed to pee, but none was as obvious as today.

watching girls pissing outdoor
 

I have been extremely lucky to group up in place a small area near the outskirts of a town.
Hilly area and no public toilets makes it an easy opportunity for both girls and boys to piss outdoor.
I had multiple instance where school girls wearing either jeans or skirts.
In one instance 3 girls were pissing together side by side and i was able to see from afar.
I had a great view of their ass as they sat down and got up one by one.
I later went near to that spot and checked the pee puddles on the ground.

Used to spy on my sister in the shower a long time ago when we still lived together. Saw her peeing multiple times that way, good times.

Sweet,how did you spy on her ? Did you place hidden camera or you had a hope to watch her

Superbowl party 1
 

Broken in parts do to character limits of post.

Went to a very interesting party and the next day at work. Some highlights below.

A week ago, while waiting for the elevator, I overheard Julie, a woman that lives in my apartment building having a stressful conversation on her cell phone. When she hung up I asked her if she was okay. She explained that her friend was having a Superbowl party next week and she wants to go, but her ex-boyfriend will be at the party with his new girlfriend and being she doesn’t have a boyfriend she felt it would be awkward. I tell her she just needs to find a new boyfriend. A brief conversation followed and she invited me to the party to pretend to be her boyfriend, but she made it clear we wouldn’t actually be dating. She tells me she isn’t much of a sports fan but it is an all day party starting at 11 am but that she likes to leave during the third “inning” because at the end of the game it is impossible to get an uber. I joke with her that anyone who leaves a football game during the third inning is definitely not a sports fan. She asks if I am bothered with leaving early, I tell her I am not, but that baseball games have innings not football games. She tells me that while the party begins at 11 it doesn’t really get going until 1 pm so that is when she likes to arrive. At the end of our conversation she asked me if I was bothered by coed bathrooms, at the time I thought it was an odd question.

The uber ride to the party took 45 minutes. At the front door we were quizzed about how we got to the party, if we were drinking and about how we were getting home – making sure nobody drove home drunk was important. The house the party was in was quite large with a huge living room, family room, kitchen, dining room and furnished basement. But only two bedrooms and one bathroom. Despite being very large it was quite packed with people.

After some drinking I started needing to pee and ask Julie where the bathroom is. She gives me directions. I noticed she was fidgeting and asked her if she needed to go as well. She tells me she is not drunk enough. I noticed a bunch of other women were also fidgeting and I had heard comments about “not being drunk enough”

I headed to the bathroom as I was getting close, I noticed 4 women and 2 men heading away from it. The door to the bathroom was open and there was no line. This surprised me as I was figuring with this many people drinking and only one bathroom there would be a significant line. I closed the door, but it didn’t have a lock. I noticed a sign over the bathtub saying, “Liquid ONLY - Paper in the trash baskets.”

Only a few seconds after I started peeing the door flew open, I shouted, “occupied” and five women and one man entered the bathroom. The guy joins me at the toilet and the five women head to the tub. I can see the women thanks to a giant mirror, it also allowed them to see me.
Four of the women pull down their pants and sit on the edge of the tub. One woman remains standing with her pants undone and her zipper down, but with her pants up. Of the four women sitting on the tub's edge I can see the pee flowing out of three of them but with the fourth I can see that she is not peeing but vigorously fidgeting.

One of the women who was peeing asked me, “Did Julie explain the bathroom situation to you?” I said, “No” She explained, “She should have. We have only one bathroom and over 300 people drinking, the door to the bathroom stays open so multiple people can use it at once. If you need privacy there is a McDonalds a half a mile away. Don’t pee in the backyard, the neighbors will call the police. Also don’t use your phone in the bathroom, if you are even suspected of taking a picture your phone will be destroyed and you will be leaving the party in an ambulance” She also tells me it works best if men use the toilet and women use the tub, men are allowed to pee in the tub but must be extra careful not to splash any of the women.


I say “okay.” The tub can handle 5 women at once and three guys can use the toilet at once,
Three more women then entered the bathroom. One of them asks the woman who is standing up. “What are you doing? Why are you just standing there.?” She answered, “Trying to muster up the courage to pull down my pants, but I might not be drunk enough” The woman waiting then replies, “then get out of the way I have to piss like a racehorse.” They swap places and that women did gush out the pee like a racehorse. One of the other women notices the woman who is not peeing and asks, “are you done? Are you just sitting there?” She explains, “I have a touch of pee shyness, it is hard for me to start peeing if guys are staring at me. The other girl grabs a towel and blocks our view of her. The pee shy girl lets out a giant sigh, “thank you….oh you don’t need to continue blocking once I am flowing” The woman with her pants still up says, “I am gonna get another rum and coke and try again later.”

I realize I am going to really like this party. I leave the bathroom as slowly as I can without appearing creepy.

I get another drink and find Julie. I ask her why she didn’t tell me about the bathroom, she says she didn’t know how to explain it without it being real weird. I decided that I didn’t want to get too drunk not to enjoy or remember the party but that I wanted to fill my bladder frequently enough to need to visit the bathroom frequently, so I decided to drink more non alcoholic beverages than alcoholic ones.

***

The second time I need to pee as I am walking to the bathroom I am joined by Julie. She is now doing a full fledged pee dance. I ask her if she is drunk enough to use the bathroom. She tells me that she has been for some time now but she was playing a game so she held it but if she hopes there isn’t a line because if she doesn't go soon her pants are going to get very wet.

As we enter the bathroom one guy is leaving. There is one guy at the toilet, five women using the tub and one one woman (Patty) dancing obviously in extreme bladder distress. I start peeing and soon after one of the women finishes.
Julie: “Patty, there is an open spot, it's your turn”
Patty: “You can go first”
Julie : “You sure? Well thanks”
Then two more women finish up.
Julie: “Are you okay? There are open spots.” [Patty is still dancing]
Patty: “This is sooooo much harder sober. I have to pee so bad, but I can’t pull down my pants in front of a guy when I am sober. Drunk no problem, but sober no way. I wish I was drunk”
Julie: “How come you’re not drinking?”
Patty: “I am the designated driver”
Julie: “I thought you guys take an uber every year so you can both drink…… Oh my god!!! Are you pregnant?”
Patty: “Shhhh. Don’t tell anyone. Got a positive test this morning, we haven’t even told our parents yet. Me and Paul are so excited.”
One of the other women asks, “If you aren’t drinking why do you need to pee so bad?”
Patty: “I am not drinking alcohol. But a large coffee, jumbo lemonade and three virgin pina coladas is way more than my bladder can hold.,,, Guys please don’t look” She then pulled her pants down and got relief. The next two women to pee were wearing rompers and no bras allowing me to see all of them. All the guys were dressed casually with most wearing something sport related. But the women were split fifty-fifty casual and dressed for a cocktail party. About 10% of the women were dressed in such a way that they couldn’t pee without also exposing their breasts.

Only five minutes later the DJ running the karaoke machine was offering a toast to Patty and Paul’s forthcoming offspring. Later that night I overheard the following conversation between Patty and Paul:
Patty: “It doesn’t matter what it is once you do something a couple of times it gets easier”
Paul: “Okay, I’ll bite what is getting easier?”
Patty: “Peeing in front of guys while sober. The first time I needed to be in absolute agony. The second time I did it just as the pee spasms were starting, but the last two times, I was only just starting to get mildly uncomfortable and I didn’t feel the least bit self-conscious.”
Paul: “Oh good. Does that mean from now on when we go to your grandmother’s house you’ll be willing to pop a squat by the side of the road, instead of me needing to drive 20 minutes out of the way to a fast food restaurant?”
Patty ”Hmm, maybe”

super bowl 2
 

In a sense there were actually two parties. Upstairs was predominantly women with karaoke in the living room, in the family room the TV played the puppy bowl and people chatted. Downstairs were mostly guys. The TVs had sporting events and pregame analysis. There were drinks and food on both levels.

During a chat with some others, I learned that this superbowl party goes back to 2017, with the exception of 2021 due to covid. The first year and a half the backyard was used as an extra bathroom but in the second year the neighbors started calling the police. Many of the women at the party were from two sororities, both of which had a culture of peeing in frat house urinals during parties and that using a urinal in front of a bunch of guys was part of the pledge week. So naturally drunk folks with full bladders decided to share the bathroom rather than wait in an endless line.

One woman said that this isn’t much different than peeing outside at a tailgate or St Patty’s day parade. Another disagreed and said, “This is actually a lot better. I get self conscious if a guy watches me pee, but I don’t get to see him. Which is typically what happens outside, they see us but then they pee against the wall blocking their dick with their bodies. Here any guy that sees me pee, I get to watch pee too, so it is fair and equitable” A number of women agreed that being able to see the guys peeing made them not care or at least lessen their own modesty.

Many of them also said they needed to get pretty desperate to pee and couldn’t use the coed bathroom until the pee spasms got pretty bad but others said they just needed to pee and only needed mild discomfort.

They said they have had folks come to this party not knowing in advance about the bathroom and leave because it wasn’t for them.

One woman said that what she likes best about this party is that you are allowed and even encouraged to participate in drinking games even if you aren’t drinking alcohol. Most parties she has been at drinking a non-alcoholic beverage is considered cheating but here even the folks remaining sober can participate.

Then one woman asked another for advice…
Di: “So, Debbie you have attended this party sober a few times”
Debbie: “Yeah, I have to work tonight”
Di: “This is my first year that I won’t be drinking”
Debbie[tapping Di’s tummy]: “Yeah, congratulations. I can see the beginning of little bit of a bump”
Di: “Thanks. Any advice. I am nervous about the bathroom situation. Typically I pound my drinks so I get so drunk and desperate I don’t care who sees me. But I won’t be getting drunk”
Debbie: “Works the same way when you are sober, eventually you will get so desperate the only thing that matters is getting relief. You should drink up and don’t worry about it”
Di: “Well, I am drinking as little as possible to delay that as long as possible”
Debbie: “I don’t advise that. I approach it the same way if I am drinking alcohol or not. At the beginning of the party I drink non-stop until I have no choice but to pee. My goal is to as quickly as possible go from not needing to pee to completely unbearable. With your approach you will spend several hours miserable and then probably go to McDs or home to pee. I drank a giant iced coffee on the drive over and then a mocktail every 15 minutes once I got here. So I went from not needing to pee to super desperate in like 15 minutes.”
Nancy: “I completely agree. You want to fill your bladder quickly to the point that sheer desperation overrides all modesty issues.”
Jen: “Or you can drink a moderate amount of non-alcoholic beverages and do what Kathy does and go to McDs a couple of times. And then of course Sami’s method of depends also works.”
Nancy: “Depends on what?”
Jen: “Sami wears depends as in adult diapers.”
Di: [finishes her drink] “I guess I better get another”
Jen: “Just out of curiosity are you drinking or staying sober tonight?”
Nancy: “Little of both. I have had 3 daiquiris that each had a half shot of rum and 4 virgin daiquiris. I want to get a little tipsy, but not enough for a hangover. Twenty six screaming toddlers and a hangover is not a good mix.”
Jen: “I bet. I can’t handle two toddlers with a hangover, heck they are a challenge when I am at my best. By the way did the big brewhaha from when my kids saw you peeing ever get resolved?”
Nancy: “Yeah pretty much. And thank you for that very supportive email. You and the other parents that supported me made a huge difference. “
Jen: “No problem. You are Katie and Keith’s favorite teacher, you did the best you could in the situation and it sounded like they were considering firing you.”
Nancy: “Not just fire me. I was told I might go to jail for pedophilia.”
Jen: “Seriously? That is just ridiculous.”
Debbie: “What happened?”
Nancy: “Most parents didn’t need daycare for December 26 and 27, but a few did. So most of the teachers and staff took those days off, but me, one other teacher and the assistant director stayed on to take care of the 14 three and four year olds that needed preschool. Day after Christmas the other teacher called out sick with food poisoning. I suspect it was a hangover, and the assistant director got in a car accident on the way to school. So it was just me and the 14 kids. I couldn’t leave the kids alone to go to the staff restroom. I was trying to hold it until the assistant director got to school, but I didn’t know when that was going to be and I needed to go real bad. The kids knew it too, they kept saying, ‘Miss Jones do you need to go potty? because it looks like you need to go potty.’ Eventually I told them I was going potty and for them to stay where they were and if they needed anything I would be able to hear them. Of course all 14 of them decided that they needed to come visit me in the bathroom. The director was worried that the kids seeing me naked might have traumatized them.“
Jen: “My kids weren’t traumatized by seeing you pee. They might have been traumatized by dad’s conversation with them regarding respecting people’s privacy. He really got heated once they pulled the ‘all the other kids did it too’ defense.”
Nancy: “Privacy is a hard concept for the kids at that age.”
Jen: “And a lot of the rules just don’t make much sense. When we go somewhere all three of us share a stall in the women’s room and take turns using the toilet. But at home they are required to knock and give me privacy, I can understand why they are confused. In the span of three days their cousin took them into the stall in the women’s room at the arcade where they all used the toilet. Then the next day they got put in timeout for not knocking walking in on her when she was using the toilet at our house. Then the day after that she got dropped off at our house desperately needing to pee and went into the bathroom and peed without waiting for the twins to finish brushing their teeth. The door was open when she went in and she closed it. They then left the bathroom while she was still peeing leaving the door wide open allowing my husband to see his niece sitting on the toilet. And they got yelled at by him for leaving the door open. So I understand why they are confused. “
Nancy: “If they only knew what we do at this party it would really confuse them.”
Jen: “No kidding. And the rules for peeing outside don’t seem to have any rhyme or reason to them either. It is okay to pee on the side of the highway, but not okay to pee in the backyard. But then less than a week after we tell them they can’t pee in the backyard we are at a giant picnic in someone’s backyard and many people are peeing behind the shed rather than wait for the one bathroom. All four of us peed in the parking lot while waiting for the fireworks on the fourth of July, but I won’t let them pee in the grocery store or mall parking lot. It is okay to pee in the ocean or lake but not in a pool or bathtub, but showers are okay. When the restrooms are locked we pee in the woods at the park but if they are open we use the restrooms.”
Nancy: “You can add behind the bushes in the preschool playground to the list of not okay.”
Jen: “Ugh, is it both of them? I will talk to them tomorrow.”
Nancy: “No, don’t. It was an issue for about a week or two this past summer right after you came back from vacation. It hasn’t been an issue for months. Also I got the sense that the kids weren’t as curious about seeing me naked as they were about how a 6 foot 6 plus sized grownup fits on a kid sized toilet. Now if you will excuse me my bladder desperation significantly exceeds my modesty level.”
Me: “Yeah, I need to go too.”

super bowl 3
 

Jen, Debbie, Rachel, Sue, Betty, Joanne and Kay also say they need to go. With Jen, Debbie and Joanne it was obvious from their dancing they quite needed to go. As we were walking to the bathroom and while we were there…
Rachel [to Kay] “How much have you been drinking? Didn’t you just come back from the bathroom?”
Kay: “I am cursed with a small bladder, you know that. “
Rachel: “That is true. I remember when we worked together you were always fidgeting well before breaktime.”
Kay: “Yeah, I hated working at Walmart for that reason.”
Rachel: “ But your new job must be even worse.”
Kay: “Not at all. Best part about my job is the ease of pee breaks.”
Rachel: “ Really? I keep hearing horror stories about Amazon workers not being able to take bathroom breaks, drivers resorting to peeing in bottles etc.”
Kay: “Yup, this driver resorts to peeing in a bottle. But I can do it whenever I want. If I need to pee then next stop, I pee in a bottle before delivering the package. No need to ask for permission or wait for breaktime. If I drink a giant coffee and a liter of water to combat a hangover and need to pee 5 times in two hours it is never an issue.”
Rachel: “Never thought of it that way. I hate working with a hangover for that reason. It isn’t the headache or drowsiness that bothers me, it is the bladder distress.”
Betty: “Yeah, me too. Our district manager has long mandatory conference calls on Monday mornings. If I have a hangover they are brutal, uncomfortable even if you don’t have a hangover. And for some sadistic reason calling in with your cell phone and listening as you use the restroom is forbidden, you need to be at a desk. It doesn't have to be your desk, but it has to be an office landline. Although I think the meetings are even worse for Sue when she sat next to me I would see how violently she was fidgeting and become certain she was going to wet herself, two of the guys in our office would sometimes stare at her expecting her to wet herself, but now that she has her own office she fidgets in private.”
Sue: “Now that I have a private office I don’t fidget at all.”
Betty: “How come?”
Sue: “Kay isn’t the only person who has mastered the art of peeing in a bottle. The absolute best thing about having an office is being able to pee in a bottle on long calls.”
Betty: “Hey, would you mind if I took tomorrow's call in your office with you instead of at my desk?”
Sue: “Sure thing. When I first got my office, 3 months ago, I offered to let you take the calls in my office with me.”
Betty: “Oh, I didn’t realize that was why. I wish I knew that sooner, the Monday after Christmas was particularly brutal.”
Sue: “Steve and Jim figured out what I was doing immediately.”
Betty: “How?”
Sue: “According to Steve it was the first time I didn’t use the ladies room before the call, when I went into my office I had already started to fidget and two and half hours later I came out of my office not fidgeting and I didn’t immediately run to the ladies room. He said that was only possible if I had a bathroom of some sort in my office.”
Betty: “ I am surprised they never said anything. They have been way more discreet than I would expect from either of them.”
Sue: “Well, the day after St Patty’s, Jim & Steve were stuck on a long call and when I brought them something from the printer, I saw Jim was covertly refilling a gatorade bottle under his desk and there was another gatorade bottle next to Steve partially filled with liquid too pale to be lemonade. They were absolutely petrified I was going to report them to HR and they would get fired. When they came over to beg me to not report them. I shrugged it off with ‘when ya gotta go, ya gotta go’ I didn’t report them and I had actual proof of what they had done, they only have a suspicion of what I do.”
Betty: “Well, that makes sense then. Come to think of it, Jim seemed disappointed when I turned down your offer to take the calls in your office.”
Sue: “Well, with the way the office is configured it would be pretty easy for Jim and Steve to covertly fill a gatorade bottle under their desks if you weren’t there, but darn near impossible if you are there.”
Betty: “So they are going to know why I am taking the call in your office, but aren’t going to make an issue of it.”
Sue: “And do the same thing, I am pretty sure they occasionally use bottles when you aren’t around.”
Betty: “Come to think of it, the day after Christmas Steve was on a call and extremely desperate, as-in he was squeezing his dick through his pants while bouncing in his chair- desperate. Worst I have ever seen him. Then I went to the ladies room and when I came back he was fine. My thought then was he must be lighting fast to have gotten to and from the men’s room so quickly. ”
Joanne: I agree with Kay and Sue. Being able to pee whenever you want is a huge perk for a job.
Rachel: Did you change jobs? I remember you telling me that the thing you hated most about working the city 911 dispatch was how when it got busy you had to hold it forever.
Joanne: No and last year they cut back staffing, which made the problem of getting breaks even worse. Then on St. Patrick's Day we were short handed and super busy. Plus all three of us were a bit hungover. A couple of hours in and I was getting extremely desperate, I look over and see that Steve is peeing in a gatorade bottle. I then notice that Mike is longer bouncing in his seat and has a cup of pee next to him. Steve asks me if I am going to tell on him. I tell them I won’t if they agree not to tell on me and I peed in my coffee cup. I am not sure if it was Steve or Mike that blabbed but within a few days everyone knew what we did. This led to discussions of the appropriateness of what we did. And everybody was cool with it. With many of the women there was strong reluctance about the idea of peeing in a bottle in front of a male coworker and would rather pee in their pants, but nobody had a problem if a desperate coworker peed in a bottle. And our boss is cool. So at first the idea was it is okay to use a bottle but only if you are super desperate. But it didn’t take long for people’s attitude of how desperate one needed to be in order to justify bottle use to decline. For me, a few of the women, and all of the guys, we will pee in the bottle because we are mildly uncomfortable with no expectation of a break in the next few minutes. For the rest of the women they need to be about to burst.

super bowl 4
 

About a quarter of the people at the party participated in a game of Edward Ciderhands/ Amy Winehands. Most people had wine bottles or 40 oz beer bottles, but about a quarter of those participating didn’t use alcoholic beverages. In many cases it was bottles of non-alcoholic wine,one guy had gatorade bottles taped to his hands, several people used liter bottles of root beer joking it was beer sorta and one pregnant woman had large bottles of water taped to her hands.

Overheard a conversation between Sue, who had wine bottles taped to her hands, and Kay, who didn’t.
Sue “Hey every year you encourage others to participate and you volunteer to tape people up and otherwise are very helpful to those that participate, but you never participate yourself” Kay: “Yeah, well it is a fun event and I like being helpful”
Sue: “The way you're smiling, I know there is more to it than that.”
Kay:“Well, the part I like best is when a guy needs to pee and I aim for him. I wouldn’t get to do that if I taped wine bottles to my hands”
Sue: “Okay, now that makes sense. You do seem to help a lot of them.”.
Kay “Yup, best part of the party”


On a trip to the bathroom. While I am peeing, three women enter with bottles taped to their hands. Two of them have 40 oz beer bottles taped to each hand the other has bottles of wine taped to each hand. One of them asks, “Can we get some help getting our pants down? We really need to pee” A woman who is finishing up her own peeing replies, “Um no. The whole point of the game is you are supposed to finish the bottles before you can pee” An argument ensues “No, that's not true. You are allowed to get help” I interject, “I will never turn down a woman’s request that I pull down her pants. Once I am done peeing I will help you”

For two of them it was pretty easy. But the third was wearing a romper and I couldn’t pull it down without having her undo the sleeves and the bottles wouldn’t fit through the sleeves. Making matters even more difficult was she wouldn’t standstill with her fidgeting getting worse and worse. Then one of the other women proposed the idea of pulling down her underwear and putting a cup under her. That worked.

Once all three of them had peed, they asked me to pull up their pants so they could return to the party. I joke with them that my willingness to help women get naked doesn’t extend to helping women get unnaked. I then fix the woman in the romper. Then the second woman asked, “I really hate drip dry. Would it be asking too much for you to wipe for me?”
I grab some toilet paper and do a very thorough job. After a bit she says, “Okay that is enough, I am clean, now you are just playing with it” The third woman declines my offer to be wiped.
As I was washing my hands Kay arrived with a guy and assisted him in peeing.

I made myself as available as best I could for women needing assistance with Cider/wine hands but for the most part they went to the bathroom with another woman already selected to assist.

**

Later I learn there is also a laundry sink in the basement that was also being used as a urinal, but exclusively by men not sure how a female could use it. Many of the guys found it convenient as it avoided the need to walk upstairs, but I was enjoying the “scenery” the bathroom offered and I wasn’t going to give that up. I suspect that the three women that were chatting near the laundry sink were stationed there so they could watch the men using it.

Julie’s ex's new girlfriend was horrified by the bathroom situation and left.

***

During one trip to the bathroom I overheard an interesting conversation between a woman wearing a romper and one wearing a skirt.

Skirt: Can I ask you a personal question?
Romper: Sure
Skirt: I have noticed every year you wear a romper also on St Patties day. Why are you wearing a romper to a party like this? I mean it is cute and all, but you are braless so you have to get completely naked to pee. I wear a skirt to minimize what a guy can see.
Romper: It is actually strategic. I have never been able to make a skirt work for privacy, anytime I have tried I have gotten it wet. And if I lift it out of the way to keep it dry then, it doesn’t offer any privacy although you seem to be able to position your skirt in such a way that it gives you some protection without getting it wet. But one thing I have noticed is that if I wear a braless romper than 90% of the guys stare at my boobs instead of my pee hole and being I am way less modest about my boobs than my pee hole I prefer that they check out my boobs.

My observation: Most of the women wearing dresses and skirts at the party lifted them high enough that I could see everything, but few did position their skirts in such a way that I couldn’t see anything. But the wearing of a romper did not deter me from checking out both the woman’s boobs and pee hole.
On a few rare occasions women would have a friend block for them with a jacket or sweatshirt, this was always met with the other women chanting “prude”

****
Overheard an interesting conversation between two women: “Did you know that Taylor, Sam and Conner are here?” “Yeah so?” “Well, I have always wondered what they really were” “What do you mean?” “They say they are non-binary, aren’t you curious what they really are?” “Oh, that's what you mean.” “Yeah, having seen them pee — Taylor and Sam have female parts and Conner has male parts” “That is what I always assumed anyway.”

super bowl 5
 

One trip to the bathroom: Two women waiting for a spot.
Becky: “You look familiar. You’re Debbie and work as a tech in the ER right?”
Debbie: “Yeah, how do I know you? Were you a patient?”
Becky: “No, I am a paramedic. Becky. I bring you two or three customers a week”
Debbie: “Oh my god I would never have recognized you. You look so cute in that dress with your hair and makeup. I have only seen you in your uniform”
Becky: “Yeah I don’t bother with makeup for work. I have to work tonight – 7 to 7. You?”
Debbie: “Same. Dreading it though Superbowl night is always super busy”
One of the women who was peeing asked, “You have to be at work at 7? The game doesn’t start until 6:30”
Becky: “Yeah I am just here for the karaoke, food and mocktails. If I leave right at kickoff I will get to work right on time”
Spots open up.
Debbie: “Time to make room for more mocktails”
Becky: “Yeah, night like tonight you want to make sure you pee them all out before your shift. I have heard the ER can get so busy you don’t even have time to pee”
Debbie: “Don’t I know. Worst was Thanksgiving eve”
Becky: “What happened?”
Debbie: “Six and a half hours into my shift. I was absolutely bursting to pee. I had to go so bad I was unable to stand still. Each time I had a minute to grab a quick bathroom break, it was in use. The final time I was so desperate I waited dancing in agony. Mysupervisor saw me waiting and told me that rather than wait I needed to restock the kits and use the bathroom when it frees up. So I reluctantly went to the supply closet. First thing I noticed was the bottles we have patients use when we need a urine sample. I was so desperate I used one of those for relief. And then prayed nobody else would come into the supply closet until I was done”
Becky: “Too funny. Good thing you didn’t get caught though”
Debbie: “I did get caught”
Becky: “By who?”
Debbie “My supervisor's boss”
Becky: “What was the reaction? Obviously you didn’t get fired over it. Which is good.”
Debbie: “When he first saw what I was doing he said, ‘that is absolutely unacceptable’ then he asked me how long it had been since my last break. When I told him, he said that too was unacceptable. Five minutes later my supervisor told me to take my 30 minute meal break. Which was the first break I had that was longer than 10 minutes in over six months. I also got both of my 15 minute breaks that shift. Literally the first shift where I got all my breaks in over 5 years. And for about two weeks the supervisors made sure everyone got most of the breaks they were supposed to get and then it went back to the way it was before. But nobody in management ever said anything to me about peeing in the bottle.”
Becky: “I am glad they realized it was their own fault for not providing breaks”
Debbie: “Yeah, I have heard EMS can be just as bad for getting pee breaks”
Becky: “Not for me anymore. First six months were often brutal. Almost every day I was fidgeting and enduring pee spasms. But then one day we were stuck in traffic coming back from a super long standby and I needed to pee so bad I was crying. We carry a few of those same urination collection bottles in our truck and my trainer tells me that I could use one as an absolute last resort. At first I was reluctant but I didn’t have a choice if I wanted to keep my pants dry. Next shift we were doing standby on a wildlands fire and I needed to pee. Knowing we were going to be there for at least an hour or two and possibly seven or eight hours I decided that there was no point in waiting until I reached the absolute last resort stage, but to use them even for the somewhat uncomfortable stage. Ever since then I have rarely gotten desperate on a shift. Obviously I can’t use them when we have a patient in the back. But otherwise, if I need to pee I don’t hold it.”
Debbie: “I have heard of EMS getting so desperate that they use pee bottles in the back”
Becky: “Pretty much everyone in EMS has done it as an absolute last resort. But me and my partner are the only two I know of who use a pee bottle as a first resort. My trainer told me he used a pee bottle 5 times in 11 years. I used a pee bottle 3 times on my last shift. My trainer wasn’t thrilled with my idea of using them so frequently but he said I could do what I wanted. My current partner, Doug, immediately agreed my system was much more comfortable than holding it. He says I see his dick more often than his wife.”
Debbie: “That often? Don't you ever use the station or hospital bathrooms?“
Becky: “For the past year and half I have been assigned to a town that doesn’t have a station or anything open after 9 pm. So we just sit in a parking lot waiting for the tones to drop. We can drive over to the next town and use the fire house or a gas station but that requires coordinating with dispatch and is a pain for everyone, so we only bother if one of us needs to poop. What my current assignment lacks in amenities it makes up for in lower call volume. Last night we had only one call and I got a 6 hour nap.”

At one point I overheard a conversation between Diane and the DJ.
Diane: “Can I get you anything? Need another drink.”
DJ: “Do you know how to operate the karaoke machine?”
Diane: “No.”
DJ: “Have you seen Jill? She usually does this with me.”
Diane: “She texted me, something came up she won’t be here until around 6.”
DJ: “Shit.”
Diane: “What is the matter?”
DJ: “I really need to pee.”
Diane: “Then just take a break. We can live without karaoke for 5 minutes.”
DJ: “I’ll hold it. “

Around 5:25 pm I noticed about a dozen women standing by the backdoor fidgeting. One looks at her watch and says, “four minutes and 24 seconds” another woman responds “it looks dark enough for me” I asked what they were doing. They explained that they were all too modest for the coed bathroom, but willing to pee under the cover of dark in the backyard, and the homeowners had determined 5:30 to be the earliest; it was dark enough that they didn’t have to worry about neighbors seeing them and calling the police.

Just then Julie comes up to me and tells me she recognized two women who live near us, so we will be sharing an uber with them so we can split the cost 4 ways instead of 2.

As women return back inside, I hear one of them say, “now that my bladder is empty my drinking can really begin.”

About 15 minutes before kickoff the karaoke ended and the DJ announced that anyone who was a serious football fan should watch the game downstairs. There were two rooms downstairs, one in which you are not supposed to talk at all. So everyone can hear both the game and the commercials and one where there is no talking during the game play and when the announcers and analysts are talking, but talking is permitted during the commercials. For those more interested in the commercial the rules are the opposite in the living room – no talking during commercials or the halftime show, but talking is permitted during the game. For those who must talk non-stop, the kitchen and dining room are free for socialization.

At this point a significant migration occurred of people toward the bathroom and even though I had peed recently, I joined the end of the line figuring this would give me an opportunity to see many women empty their bladders.

Becky and Debbie arrive right behind me.
Becky: “Ugh. This line is too long. I can’t hold it until I get to work, but if I wait in this line I will be late for work.”
Debbie: “Yeah, me too, but it is dark enough outside that nobody will notice if I pop a squat next to my car before I leave.”
Becky: “Yeah. That works. I’ll see you later.”
Debbie: “Hopefully not.”
Becky: “Why hopefully not. You don’t like me?”
Debbie “It is nothing personal, but if I see you later, that means somebody else is having a really bad day.”
Becky: “Oh okay. Now I understand what you meant. Yeah, hopefully we won’t see much of each other tonight or ever.”

Just then the DJ joins the line. She is dancing like crazy. For about a minute she stands there squirming with her hand down her pants holding herself. She then says to a guy holding a large empty paper cup. “Is that cup trash? Can I have it?” She drops her pants and pees into the cup. She almost filled the cup. She apologies for being gross, but says she was about to wet herself. Another woman comments, “You almost overflowed a 44 oz cup. Did you DJ for the entire time without a break?” “I got a break at the start of the Amy Winehands thing but not since” “That was about 4 hours ago” “and 5 margaritas ago”

Lucky for me I had a spot in line that allowed me to fully see many women empty their bladders before it was my turn for a quick leak. Then waiting in line to wash my hands in the sink extended my stay.

Superbowl 6
 

Continued....I wasn't able to post all of it last night.

At the start of the second quarter I go to the bathroom and a few people are leaving as I enter. There is one lady pulling up her pants. Just as I start peeing, five women run into the bathroom, pull down their pants and start peeing. I am watching the pee flowing out of them when I hear a familiar voice say, “Oh fuck, this is embarrassing” I then realize that four of the streams of pee I am watching are flowing out of my coworkers - Katie, Abbie, Ashley and Liz. We chat. They arrived about a half hour before the game and had been downstairs. They had been attending the party every year but never expected to see a coworker other than their sorority sisters. They mention that Zoe and Quill are also at the party. My coworkers say that they want to forget this ever happened and that we should never bring up this at work or tell anyone about it. Katie, Liz and Abbie seemed mortified that I saw them. Ashley didn’t seem that bothered.


Once again at the end of the halftime show the majority of the living room headed to the bathroom, giving me another awesome viewing opportunity, including Zoe and Quill who didn’t seem bothered by my seeing them pee.

In total I went to the bathroom about a dozen times and witnessed over 200 women pee. And I am only counting times I could see the pee exiting their bodies, not the women who were blocked from view. Some of the women I saw more than once so I probably saw about 100 unique women pee.

Right after I peed, I got a text from Julie telling me that our Uber will be arriving in 20 minutes and to meet out front then.



When I met Julie outside, I was introduced to Nicole and Jessica. I remembered them from earlier the first time I saw them peeing Nicole declared, “the best thing about being drunk is not caring who sees you pee” and Jessica added, “I don’t even care who sees me when I am sober”.

All four of us have switched to water and we each had a 44 oz paper cup of water.

Julie tells us that the uber is running 15 minutes late. Nicole asks Julie to tell her when the Uber is 5 minutes away.
Julie: “Okay, but why?
Nicole “So I can empty my bladder right before our ride home”
Julie “You can’t get to and from the bathroom in 5 minutes”
Nicole: “True, but I can take a quick piss in the backyard in that time”

About 15 minutes later:

There are a bunch of us waiting for Ubers. One group of 2 men and 2 women says to the rest of us. “Our uber is almost here, we are gonna take a quick potty break, if they come tell them we will be right back” And the four of them ran into the back yard. Less than 30 seconds later their uber arrived. Julie tells the driver that they are peeing in the backyard but will be ready momentarily. Julie then says to me, Nicole and Jessica, “we should do the same our driver will be here in seven minutes”
Uber driver: “I am soooo jealous”
Julie: “Why”
Driver: “I really really need to pee. I have been driving non-stop since 2, when I accepted this trip I needed to go, but not this bad and didn’t think I would have an issue but now I realize it was a serious mistake.”
Jessica:”Feel free to pop a squat with us”
Driver: “I wish. If someone reported me to Uber I would be in big trouble”
Jessica “Nobody is going to report you”
Just then the driver starts spasming. “I guess I will have to risk that, because there is no way I am going to keep my pants dry much longer.”

The five of us head toward the backyard with the uber driver doing the pee-pee dance. On the way we see the other four heading back.
Jessica: “Hey your uber driver hasn’t had a potty break since 2 and really needs one. You cool with not reporting her if she pops a squat?”
Them: “of course we wouldn’t report her for that. We just did the same thing”
Driver: “Thank you”
We relieve ourselves. It was too dark to really see anything but the Uber driver was in a squatted position for quite a long time and let out some loud sighs.

Our driver arrives shortly after.

Less than 5 minutes into the trip we get stopped at a railroad crossing and have to wait for a very long and slow freight train. In total it takes about 15 minutes. Part of the conversation while we waited:
Driver: “God I wish this train would hurry up”
Nicole: “I guess the quicker you drop us off the sooner you can get another trip and the more money you can make”
Driver: “Actually once I drop you off I am going to go on break. And I am really looking forward to taking a break. Speaking of which, relative to where I am dropping you off, where is the closest fast food restaurant?”
Me:”There isn’t much downtown that is open at this time of night other than bars” There is a bunch of fast food restaurants about 15 minutes north of the city.”
Driver: “How about gas stations?”
Me “Same…. Actually there is one that is pretty close. We will go right by it you can’t miss it, but I will point it out just to be sure”
Julie: “There is?”
Me: Yeah, they are a combo gas station fried chicken restaurant. Best chicken in town
Driver: Perfect.
Julie: “Oh, I know the place you are talking about. I hate them. They are fucking evil”
Me: “What is there not to love about them, their chicken is awesome and about half the price as KFC”
Julie: “They have a sign advertising they have clean restrooms and then when you stop there they have out of order signs on the bathrooms that are so old the paper has turned yellow and the ink is faded. Twice I have stopped there, because I was super desperate. There is nothing worse than when you really need to pee and you think you are on the verge of reaching a bathroom and then you have to keep holding. I was stopping there even though I was only 5 minutes from home because I was super desperate and then they extended my time before I reached the bathroom. I hate places like that”
Nicole: “Completely agree. They fooled me a couple of times too”
Driver; “As an uber driver places like that are the bane of my existence. I don’t know how many times I have stopped at a gas station to pee only to leave frustrated and even more desperate. I have stopped at 7 places like that today”
Jessica: “I never let that stuff bother me”
Julie: “How? Do you have some sort of super bladder”
Jessica: “No, but if I stop somewhere to empty my bladder, I empty my bladder. If they don’t have a bathroom then I water a bush or leave a puddle next to the dumpster, but I never leave a gas station with a full bladder.”
Nicole: “I have no problem popping a squat when I am drunk, but not when I am sober. And if I am driving somewhere I am sober. I have peed behind a few gas station dumpsters but I was drunk and someone else was driving”
Julie: “Me too. Last time I peed outside sober I was 8 years old on the side of the road coming back from the beach. Although I have to say having Jessica’s attitude would be super convenient.”
Driver:”I don’t have a problem popping a squat sober, and have done so many times on my own road trips. But I would get in a ton of trouble if someone reported me to uber.”
Me; “I am with Jessica. It is pretty rare I leave a gas station with a full bladder. I have lost count how many times I have peed behind the dumpster at the chicken place. But it is cruel of them to offer free refills on drinks but lie about the restrooms being in service. “

Once the train passes we all kinda zone out.

A while later I woke up to a screaming bladder. Before I can ask for a stop….

Nicole: “I know we are almost home, but there is a turnoff a mile up ahead. Can we please stop? I need to pee.”
Julie: “We are only 10 minutes from home can’t you wait? I need to pee too, but let's be respectful of the driver's time. Sooner she drops us off, the sooner she can go on her break”.
Me: “My bladder is screaming, and I really need to pee now. But I agree we should respect the driver's time. How much of an extra tip would you feel is fair for a quick pee stop?”
Driver:” First off. According to my GPS. There is a detour and we are actually 35 minutes away.”
Julie: “ I can wait ten minutes, not 35.”
Driver: “ Instead of an extra tip. Are you guys willing to promise not to report me to Uber for popping a squat? Uber has no problem with me stopping so you can pee. But if I pee too and you complain I will get in big trouble. I have been driving since 1 and have been having serious pee spasms since we stopped for the train”
We all agreed not to report her.

super bowl 7
 

Once we stop we all just start peeing right next to the SUV. It is too dark to see anything, Only seconds later we see a sheriff's vehicle pull into the rest area. We all say, “oh shit” The uber driver starts crying and muttering about losing her job. A female officer gets out and pops a squat. It is not until she is peeing that she realizes she is not alone. The light from the cop car isn’t enough to make out anyones anatomy, but it does reflect off the streams making those visible. The four of us all finish at about the same time, but the sheriff is still squatting and the driver is still going strong. A little bit later I see the sheriff pull up her pants and walk towards us. The uber driver continues flowing.
Sheriff:”So have you guys been drinking?”
Julie: “The four of us are drunk, but she is sober and driving”
Sheriff:”Are you sure you haven’t had anything to drink today?”
Uber driver: “Just coffee and gatorade”
Sheriff: “When a woman pees in public it is usually a pretty good sign that she is drunk, are you sure you haven’t been drinking?”
Nicole: “You just peed in public, are you drunk?”
Sheriff: “I have been on duty since 3 without a break.”
Nicole: “And she has working since 1 without a break”
Sherriff: “What is your employment?”
Uber driver: “Uber driver.”
Sheriff: “Why are you crying?”
Uber driver: “I am going to lose my job.”
Sherriff: “Licence and registration”
Uber driver: “They’re in the car.”
Sheriff: “Get them once you are done. I would like to see id from all of you.
Uber driver: “Can you please not give me a public urination ticket if Uber finds out I peed in public while driving, I will lose my job. They treat those worse than speeding tickets.”
Sheriff: “You won’t be getting a public urination ticket. It would be extremely hypocritical of me. I have never issued a public urination citation for someone peeing at a roadside rest area and never will, that is why they are here.”
Uber Driver: “Thank you.”
Sheriff:” Don’t thank me yet. You are going to take a sobriety test, if you fail that, you are getting arrested”.
The uber driver finally runs dry and we were all super impressed with how much she could hold.
The sheriff runs our ids and everything comes back clean. The breath test shows 0.0.
Sheriff: ”By the way there is an accident up ahead and the road is closed you are going to need to take the next left and detour around it”
Uber driver: “Yeah I got an alert on the GPS”
The uber driver pops open the back of the SUV revealing a case of bottled water. She quickly sucked down an entire half liter. “My throat is so parched, but I didn’t dare add anything more to my bladder.” She then offered them to us.

It took 40 minutes to get home. Well, actually to a bar that is a mile from home but half way between our apartments. The driver gives us each another bottle of water.
Julie: “Enjoy your break, I am sure you earned it.”
Uber driver: “I am actually picking someone up on the next block, the purpose of the break was so I could empty my bladder, already took care of that.”
Once the uber leaves
Julie: “I am not super desperate, but the walk home will be much more comfortable if I empty my bladder first”
Me: “My bladder won’t make it home. Do you want to go into the bar and use their bathrooms?”
Julie:” Are you kidding, have you ever been in that bar?”
Me; “No”.
Julie: “The line to the women’s room is always a mile long. Let's go behind the dumpster instead.”
When we went behind the dumpster we surprised three women who were peeing. They were very upset that I had entered the women’s area.
Julie explained that there is never a line to the men’s room so it is rare for guys to pee behind the dumpster.

The game must have ended right when we started walking home because the bars and parties started emptying out and the street got busy. Many folks head behind dumpsters and down alleyways. We pass a few groups of people peeing between parked cars.

As we are walking home an ambulance goes by with lights and sirens. And a fire truck without its lights flashing. Then we turned the corner to see what was the scene of a bad accident. There is a fire engine, 3 cop cars, 4 tow trucks and many mangled cars. The street is closed to traffic but there is no indication that the sidewalks are closed and it is the most direct path so we go down the street. As we are approaching the fire engine we notice 2 firefighters by the back tires holding their coats as to block something or someone.
The older firefighter yells at us, “what are you looking at keep moving”
Julie yells back, “sorry, just curious about what is going on”.
Just then a very young female firefighter stands up pulling up her pants. The older firefighter yells, “nothing that concerns you, just a dedicated first responder getting some much needed relief after 5 hours straight of responding to multiple incidents.”
The river she created ran almost the length of the fire engine.
The female firefighter thanks the other two and is smiling ear to ear.
Younger FF: “Something funny? What is with the big grin?”
Female FF “The absolute euphoria of relief from finally emptying my bladder, I really needed to go. I really should have popped a squat when you went. It seems like every time I am bursting but decide to hold it until we get back to the station, we get another call. I was so close to wetting myself.” She then adds, “I wonder what she wants?” A female cop is briskly walking towards the firefighters.
The younger firefighters says, “I bet she is coming over to issue you a ticket for public urination”
Female FF:”I really hope you’re joking”
Older FF: “He better be joking. Otherwise my counterparts on the interdepartmental cooperation committee will be getting a fucking earful. Let's pack up and hopefully get back to the station and dig into the superbowl spread before the next call, I’m starving.”.
When the cop arrives the older FF barks, “and how can we assist you?”
Cop: [dancing] ”I was wondering if you could do me a huge personal favor.”
Female FF asks “How can we help?”
Cop: “I have been non-stop since 4 and on the verge of flooding my trousers. Would you be kind enough to block for me as well”
Female FF: “Absolutely we will” The three firefighters block and the cop goes behind their wall of coats.
Older FF [to us and the others watching]: “I told you to move along now get going.”

As we are cutting through the parking lot of our apartment building…
Julie: [starting to fidget] “God, I hope the elevator is quick tonight. I need to pee”.
Me: “Yeah, me too, but unlikely, we have the slowest elevator in the world. I don’t know if this happens to you but if I need to pee as soon as I get on the elevator my desperation level skyrockets and the entire ride up to my apartment is absolute torture.”
Julie: “Yeah, same.”
Me: “So, I am going to avoid that tonight.”
Julie: “I would love to avoid that, but how?”
Me: “How is this for a solution?” I unzipped and started peeing.
Julie: “yeah, that works” and she pops a squat next to me.

We arrive at the elevator at the same time as 3 men and 3 women all very much in need of a bathroom. The light shows that the elevator is on the second floor. One of the guys says, “I really hope it is on the second floor going down and not the second floor going up”
The elevator spends quite some time on the second floor. Finally the second floor light turns off and we anxiously wait to see if the doors open. Twenty seconds later the #3 light turns on.
Same guy: “Honey, here are the keys to the apartment. I can’t wait any longer. I am going behind the dumpster. I’ll meet you up there, although with how slow the elevator is I might be back before it comes”
The other two guys also decide to water the dumpster rather than wait. One of the women shouts, “heathens” as they leave.
Shortly afterwards, a woman returning from walking her dog arrives. She mentioned that tonight she saw more humans than canines relieving themselves outside.
Then a couple both in desperate need of bladder relief arrive.
Woman: “I call first dibs on the bathroom”.
Man : “You can have the toilet, I will pee in the shower”.
Woman:” Gross, don’t pee in the shower. “
Man: “I need to pee so your choices are I get to use the toilet first or I pee in the shower or I pee in the kitchen sink, take your pick.”
Woman: “Don’t you dare pee in the kitchen sink, use the shower but make sure you rinse it afterwards.”
Finally the elevator arrives and we all live on 7 different floors. Right before reaching the second floor the elevator stops and goes pitch black. A few people use the flashlight feature of their phones to illuminate the elevator.
Then one of the women calls 911 to report that we are trapped in the elevator. The dispatcher asks our location and a bunch of questions to determine if anyone is in actual danger. The dispatcher tells us that she has no reports of power outages in the area and that she is notifying the landlord, the elevator company, and power company of the situation. The dispatcher tells us that a fire department rescue squad will be dispatched when one becomes available for a non-life threatening rescue but with the number of car accidents they are currently dealing with that might be a while.

Julie kisses me on the cheek and says, “that's for having the foresight to pee in the parking lot. I am soooo glad we did that”

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One of the women tells us that she can’t wait any longer and tells us to turn off our cell phone lights so she can pop a squat. The dogwalker objects to this not wanting to stand in her puddle of pee. A bit of an argument ensues between the 5 people who are on the verge of wetting their pants and the 3 of us who aren’t and don’t want to stand in their pee. The dogwalker suggests/offers dog poop bags for them to pee in. She gives each of them three bags so they can triple the bags for added strength and to make sure they don’t leak. As soon as the guy gets his bags he starts peeing. The women wait until all the phone lights are off so they can pee in privacy. About 15 seconds after we turn off all the cell phones the first woman declares, “it is working, thank god” then others also indicate that they are successfully peeing in the bag. And then the light turns back on and the elevator starts moving down. The guy is done and zipping up. The women scream and demand the guys close our eyes. I ignored their demand and watched the four women fill the bags with their pee. Then the elevator doors open on the first floor to a large crowd including our landlord, maintenance manager, a police officer and about three dozen tenants further embarrassing the ladies who are still filling the bags with pee.

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Next day I woke up with a medium grade hangover. My headache tempts me to get a large coffee, but not wanting to deal with a screaming bladder during a long meeting I stick with a small.

When I get to the office Katie and Liz are already there.
Liz: “I want to talk to you about yesterday”
Me: “I know, we are pretending like it never happened”
Liz: “Actually, we were thinking just the opposite. The six of us discussed it afterwards and kinda agreed. You saw us peeing. We saw you peeing. It wasn’t the end of the world. A bit awkward but not the end of the world. As you know we often are in virtual meetings and in great need of bladder relief. So we were wondering if you would be upset if rather than enduring the pain of a screaming bladder if sometimes we peed in a bottle or if you would be okay with that.”
Me: “Yeah, I would be fine with that. I assume it would okay for me to pee in a bottle as well”
Liz: “Of course but you seem to never get that desperate.”
Me; [I lift up my small coffee cup] “In large part by limiting my liquid intake. Only reason I didn’t get an extra large like you is to avoid being desperate to pee. But I have a parched throat drinking a couple of bottles of gatorade and then refilling them sounds appealing. Speaking of peeing in bottles, you ladies do that when I am not in the room, right?”
Katie: “Yeah. We wondered if you knew, you never said anything”
Me: “I suspected it for quite some time. The time that really convinced me, was the time you were so desperate you had your hand down your pants and then when I came back from the men’s room you were fine. One doesn’t go from super desperate to fine unless they pee”
Katie: “Yeah, we were kinda expecting you to say something.”
Katie then takes a medical grade 2L pee bottle out of a box by her desk, removes the female adaptor and hands it to me: “My sister works in medical supply. I have spares if it gets damaged. Make sure the lid is on tight and empty and rinse it every night. By the way, me, Ashley, Abbie and Liz need to be extremely desperate to pee in front of a guy sober. So it is going to be pretty rare we pee in front of you. Quill and Zoe on the other hand have no problem peeing in front of a guy.. There has probably only been 3 or 4 times I have gotten desperate enough to pee in front of you But figured it was better to have that as an option than not. And Quill & Zoe really wants the option.”
Me: “I didn’t say anything because I figured it would just embarrass you. I assume the time you had your hand down your pants was one of the times you would have been willing to pee in front of me”
Katie: “Absolutely. It is specifically that experience that caused me to agree with Quill’s idea”
Me: “In that case I am going to the vending machine”
Just as I return from the vending machine with a Mt Dew, gatorade and water. Quill, Zoe and Abbie walk in….
Katie: “Quill, Ed agreed with your idea”
Quill: “Good I was counting on that. I would be in serious trouble if he said no.” [shows her near empty 44 oz togo cup] “This and the coffee I had this morning is already filling up my bladder”
Zoe [Sucks down much of a 44oz cup of iced coffee] “Oh good.”
Abbie looks at her watch: “shit I don’t have time to use the ladies room before I log in”
Quill: “not a problem anymore”


We all sign in for a required meeting that starts promptly at 9:00. 90% of the meetings are an utter waste of time. So many folks would ignore it so the company installed software that randomly prompts you to confirm you are still at your computer by placing your thumb on the thumb reader. Originally it only required moving your mouse, but people were having a coworker move the mouse for them so they could use the bathroom that they switched to the thumb reader. [Sometimes I feel upper management is just evil] Also if you use the time productively by responding to emails etc. management will know you weren’t paying attention so instead we mostly just play games on our phones. Today I used the time to edit this forum post that I had dictated when I got home.

As soon as Quill signs into the meeting, she takes a pee bottle out of her bag and gets relief.

Our VP announces that the meeting is going to be shorter than originally scheduled. Instead of running from 9 to 12:30 it will be ending at 11:30 but because the meeting will be shorter there won't be a fifteen minute break at 10:45. Katie, Abbie and Liz's facial expressions show serious disgust with the announcement. Zoe giggled.

It doesn’t take long for Quill’s bladder to refill, she empties her bladder for a second time and she opens up a liter bottle of water. Abbie & Zoe started some mild fidgeting, Katie and Liz seemed fine.

My coffee and Mt Dew request an exit just as Quill empties her bladder for a third time. As soon as she finishes, I get relief. Quill offers me a bottle of hand sanitizer. At this point Abbie is showing obvious signs of being desperate, Liz, Ashley and Katie are starting to fidget as well. Once I finish peeing, Zoe starts peeing, “I don’t like peeing in front of a guy unless I get to see him pee first.”

At 10:45 ….. Abbie: “This sucks, if we were having the longer meeting we would be taking our ten minute break right about now”
Quill: “Then take a break. He has already seen you pee. It doesn’t look any different expelling used coffee than it does expelling used beer.”
Abbie: “I need be more desperate than this to pee in front of a guy when sober”
Quill: “Suit yourself”

About 20 minutes later Abbie grabs her crotch and dances like crazy. She quickly pulled her pee bottle out of her bag, pulled down her pants and got relief.

Once Abbie was done, Quill inquired, “Feel better?”
Abbie: “Yes” [Abbie pulls a bottle of gatorade from her bag] “And to reward myself for emptying my bladder I am going to quench my dry mouth, my mouth feels like sandpaper.”

Both me and Quill empty our bladders again.

Liz, Ashley and Katie are visibly uncomfortable. Liz: “I wish I was as casual as Quill & Zoe about peeing in front of a guy sober” Quill encouraged her to get relief. Liz says that it is probably fifty-fifty she will get desperate enough before the meeting ends for her to resort to a bottle. Katie says that it is very unlikely for her, that she has to go but is nowhere close to being desperate enough. Ashley says she doesn’t know if she will get desperate enough to pee in front of me.

At 11:55 the meeting is still going and Liz, Ashley and Katie are quite desperate. Abbie was fidgeting again as well.

Liz: “Okay, I think I am desperate enough to pee in front of a guy” She pulls down her pants and underwear, places a bottle under herself, but nothing comes out. [whispering] “Okay, just relax and release” Still nothing. “God, I hate being pee shy. Unless I am super drunk or super desperate I can’t pee in front of a guy. I thought I was desperate enough.”

Liz stands with her pants down and a bottle under her for about two minutes when Zoe announces, “I need to pee again” and starts undoing her pants. Just then the VP announces the end of the meeting, Liz pulled her pants up, Zoe rebuttons her pants and Liz, Katie & Abbie rushed out of the room with Zoe following.

Liz and Katie both return at the same time and relatively quickly.

Me: “That was quick. You both used the ladies room that quickly?”

Liz: “I used the men’s room. You are the only guy in the office today and unlike Bill, I didn’t think you would mind.

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Quill looks at her pee bottle that is now ¾ full. “I better empty it while I have the chance, don’t want to run out of room this afternoon” She then puts the bottle in her bag.
Me: “I should do the same.”
Quill: “I will empty it for you”
Me: “Thanks”


In the afternoon we each have a bunch of meetings. All six of the ladies have meetings run over and are unable to get away from their desks for a pee break. Not a problem for Quill (or me), but the other five are growing desperate. I have a ten minute break before my next meeting but having just peed in a bottle, I decide to use the time to reply to emails. When Zoe realizes I am not leaving the room for a midafternoon break she pees in a bottle.
Quill: “Hey, can you do me a huge favor. I am stuck at my desk. Could you get me a soda from the vending machine?”
Me: “Sure, can’t say no to that, after you emptied my pee bottle for me”

When I return Abbie, Katie, Ashley and Liz are no longer fidgeting.

At the end of the day when we are getting ready to go home, I notice that Quill hasn’t opened the soda I got her from the vending machine.
Me: “Did you ask me to get you the soda because you were thirsty or because your coworkers prefer I am not in the room when they empty their bladders?”
Quill turned bright red but didn’t say anything.
Katie: “Quill is a team player”
Me: “Yes, she is”

the woman was 6ft6?

Yeah, she was big. Funny thing was her husband is only 4"10". Hilarious seeing them stand next to each other. Actually at one point she was sitting on the coach and he was standing next to her and she was still taller. She wasn't a football fan but she was wearing a NY Giants sweatshirt, she said, "these be my people"

She had also had a huge bladder but a tiny pee hole, one of the thinnest streams I have ever seen, so It took her a very long time to pee.

a clean thin stream that belonged at a urinal?

has Liz ever mentioned using the urinal?