My girlfriend peeing
 

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

In a skirt
 

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

Walking on the moors with my girlfriend
 

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

One Sunday
 

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

My girlfriend roadside pee.
 

Just got back from a 4 day coach trip from Cornwall to Newcastle, 38 hours sitting on a coach. during this time I saw 7 roadside peeing mostly male, (one group of 4, the others one at a time) with just one female.
There was a female sitting in the door way of a car facing down with her male friend standing facing towards the road with his back to her. Did not see any pee or flesh.
But this, or the vibration of the coach got me remembering my first car a 1963 Austin 1100 and my girlfriend.
We had been out for the day on the moors, stopping at a pub for a bite to eat and a few pints of cool lager. (I only drink real ale now). I had used the pubs loo but my girlfriend had not. We left the pub around closing (3 pm) and continued just driving around the lanes on the moors, not going to a place just driving.
After a few hours my girlfriend said she needed to pee and could I find some where. Most of the lanes were either narrow with walls, or on open land with no cover. Till at last a wider road safe to stop in. I pulled into the side of the road, my girlfriend opened her door, stepped out of the car and with her back to me dropped her jeans and knickers and sat on the door sill and started to have a long hard piss, I looked out my side window to see a river of liquid running from under the car and puddling on the other side of the road, I said is that all you or has the car got a leak, she laughed and pissed out some more.
When she was done she stood up to pull up her knickers when I saw a dirty black line across the upper part of her bum cheeks so I stopped her and said that I had a rag in my door pocket. Then with the rag in hand I leaned across her seat as she bend over with her ass in the air and I started to rub the oily dirt off her bum.
We had not seen any other cars for sometime. Then it happened a car with a number of lads came around the corner towards us, on seeing my girlfriends bum in the air, beeped there horn and shouted out of there car windows to us.
My girlfriend just jump backwards sat down into the car, slammed the car door closed telling me to drive still with her jeans and knickers around her knees.
As I drove she was lifting she bottom and pushing her pussy into the air trying to pull up her purple knickers, this was giving me a good look at her bush and pussy lips as she thrust up and down pulling at her knickers up from her knees over the lip of her car seat and up under her bum and then her jeans.
Watching her I nearly had two accidents one with the car and one in my jeans.

At my work site
 

I was planning to work all Saturday on a wooden cabin a friend had bought, this cabin was on a cliff top on the coast in a camp site. When I told my girlfriend this she asked if she could come and help me so I said why not. So early Saturday morning I went and picked her up from her house and we drove to the coast, when we arrived, the camp site was closed-up for the winter, I got out of the car and as I had been given the keys opened the gate and drove in, after locking the gate we drove to the cabin and went in. You could either buy them completed by the builders or as a shell, just four walls and a roof, with just a soil-stack, cold water tap and an electric meter, to fit out as you liked. We started to mark out the layout for the shower/toilet room, kitchen and two small bedrooms, and began to build the stud-walls.
Around midday we stopped for our snack and mugs of coffee we had in a flask. After we had finished eating I said I could do with a pee and so went to the backdoor, as I opened it, it was chucking it down with rain so I said that I was not going to walk to the public toilets at the other end of the site, and they may have been closed anyway, so I just stood there and whipped it out and pissed out of the door.
When I was done my girlfriend said seeing you go, now she need to go and that it was all right for you but she could not squat out in the rain could she? We both looked around for something for her to pee into but found nothing, so I said what if we made some kind of funnel to pee out of the door, We had inch and a half waste pipe and cardboard boxes, I tore a box up and made a spoon shape which I pushed onto one end of the pipe the other end of the pipe I put out of the door, she said it might work. She then pulled her jeans and knickers down to her knees and I placed the cardboard end through her legs and kneeling down behind her to hold it, she spread her legs as wide as her jeans would let her and bending her knees slightly she slowly started to pee, as this seemed to work she started to pee harder. I asked how much more have you got as the cardboard was starting to go limp, soon she was giggling and was now pissing over my hands as the cardboard started to come apart, she soon finished and with a wipe with the paper our food had been in she was done, I stood the pipe to drain and put the cardboard outside the backdoor, wiping my hands in my jeans we both went back to work.
So I think that we invented the first She-Pee that Saturday afternoon here in England over 25 years ago.

Working on a car
 

I was working on my girlfriends car in the back yard of my house, changing the oil ete.
As the day went on I need to pee but as my hands were all oily I asked my girlfriend if she could help me to go.
So we both went into my cellar to the toilet. here she opened my overalls and my zipper, put her cool hand into pull out my thing, but once her hand was on it, it started to stiffen, and so she could not point it into the toilet, I said just let it go and I will let it point itself when it ready. With that she pushed me away from the toilet and dropped her jeans and knickers slowly standing with her back to the pan and playing with her bush and lips before sitting down with her knees wide and slowly started to pee, giving me a real good look, this was not helping my problem at all, (things got stiffer) she thought this was very funny. When she finished peeing she stood and very slowly and carefully whipping her pussy before slowly pulling up her knicker and jeans.
I said I still needed to pee and so I went to the cellar wash sink and peed up into it, well most of my pee, she stood there watching, when I was done I asked her to put me away but she just laughed and went back out into the garden. So I had to wash all the oil of my hands so that I could do it myself.
That night I made her pay for the work on her car.

At the beach hut
 

My girlfriend and I where invited to her friends wedding in Bournemouth, one summer and so we decided to make it into a weeks holiday on the beach, so we booked the week at a bed and breakfast hotel and my girlfriends friend gave us the use of her beach hut on the promenade.
The beach huts ran the length of the beach as far as you could see, along the wall at the bottom of the cliffs, with a gap between each group of about ten huts, with a water tap and drain in ever other gap.
After breakfast we would go to the hut and open up the front of it and sit in the sun, we used the hut to change into our swim wear. In the hut there was a small table, chairs and a portable gas ring with a kettle and an oil light.
My first sighting was when I went to one of the taps to fill the kettle to make some tea, as I went through the gap to the tap I looked both to my left and right along the back of the huts, only to see a female with her back to me squatting and peeing, she was in a very low squat about 40 huts along but did give a good view of her bum as she stood to pull up her swimming bottoms. As this was a promising sighting area I always was the one to fill the kettle, this did give me a few quick glimpse but not like the first. You could also see puddles with tissue paper in them around the tap area, I would pick the papers up and put them into the rubbish bag by the drain so that I could tell if there was any new puddles.
On out last day we had changed into our going home cloths and had our swim wear drying in the sun, when my girlfriend said that she needed a pee, the toilet block was some way along the beach and we had been going into the sea to pee all week, so I said why not go in the gap between the hut and the back wall, but she said no you can be see for miles back there and was about to go and walk to the toilets.
I said there is a square yellow sand castle bucket hanging on a nail in the hut roof, (but no spade with it) so I past it to her and we closed the doors and lit the oil lamp and she dropped her jeans and knickers and squatted over the bucket and had a long and noisy pee, I said people passing by could hear that outside, when she was done and pulled her things back up, I too peed into the bucket which was now very full. I took the bucket and all our rubbish to the tap and rubbish bag, rinsed out the bucket and returned it to the nail, and we shut the hut up for our last time and started our long car trip home.
A few weeks later and my girlfriend had been talking to her friend on the phone, and she told me that the bucket was in the hut for the use for peeing into if the sea was to cold, I had a laugh with my girlfriend about that and asked about number two's she said NO.

Down the Vale. (part 1)
 

The town in which I lived was made up of a large number of villages which over the years had grown and joined together, one summers evening me and my girlfriend went for a walk. We walked along the main road to the next village, and we paid a visit to the pub there for a pint or two of lager before returning on a circular route. To do this we walked past the railway maintenance yards and into an area we called 'The Vale', this was a recreational area used by the local school consisting of a rugby pitch, a cricket pitch and three football pitches all in a line.
As we walked along I started the need for a pee, so as we past the old changing rooms I said to my girlfriend that it the toilets were open ( they had a big iron gate on them ) that I would pop into them, the gate was open so in I went, My girlfriend followed me, she was surprised to find that all that was in there was, was on the right-hand side a wall with a gully along the bottom running to a drain at the far end and no toilet, I went to the wall and started to piss on to it, she said that she too needed a pee so when I was done asked me to stand in the gateway so no-one could come in.
My girlfriend went to the wall and with her back to it dropped her pink trousers and knickers, then bent forwards with he bum pointing at the wall started to pee, her stream stated to go towards the wall but fell short so she waddled forwards and squatted down and peed a long strong river that came towards me at the gate, ( why it did not go to the drain I do not know).
When she was done she pulled up her cloths and we left to continue our walk home.

Down the Vale part 2.
 

Another time some weeks later we were walking back home the same way, when it started to rain, I said lets see if the changing room urinal was open to get in out of the rain but the iron gate was locked, I said I have an idea we can shelter in the play park just past the last football pitch. In the park were some large concrete pipes they were laid on the ground in the shape of a 'H' and two more on top as a 'T' with holes between them to climb through, when we got there we both climbed into ether end of the top of the 'T', ( the pipes seemed smaller then I remembered from my early teen, when a group of use used to sit in them for hours just chilling out.)
So there we are sort of squatting on our backs, the rain got harder and the sky darkened, we just sat and talked, after a hour or so my pint of lager wanted out so I got my feet down one of the holes to the lower 'H' and peed out of my end of the pipe into the rain, then got back onto my back to wait for the rain to stop.
When my girlfriend said now she needed to pee, I said why not pee down the hole at your end of the pipe, (the lower pipes always stunk of piss and more anyway).
So she pulled her jeans and knickers up to her knees (she was on her back) and sat over the hole or more into the hole and complained that the concrete was cold and started to pee, I could hear her pee hitting the bottom of the lower pipe, but she said that most of her pee was running up her butt crack and that she would need something to wipe with, so when she was finished peeing I pasted her my handkerchief to wipe with but as she did it came out of her hand falling into the pipe below and her piss puddle and all the other dirt down there, she said sorry but her bum cheeks were still wet, I lean over and swiped my shirt sleeve across them, she said thank you, and pulled her knickers and jeans back into place.
I saw that there were a few wet marks on my sleeve which I sniffed at. We both stayed there until the rain stopped and stiffly we both climbed out of the pipes and walked home, me more stiffly then her.

My very first GS
 

The whole story started on a dare about giving a golden shower but we never got to do it. One day, we went to stay in the guess room at my brother in law because our floors were getting varnished. That night, we drank some wine, the brother in law was sick as a dog the next morning. As my GF wanted to go and came back down to the room saying that she had to go badly.. I told her to go outside except it was like -30c and she said out of the question. So she waited on the side of the bed hoping it will pass. She went back upstairs and he was still puking his guts out.
She came back to the room, closed the door and blocked the bottom part of the door with blankets, the took off her PJ's, placing them on the floor and told me to lay down and hurry up. She wasn't able to wait anymore so she asked me not to do anything except keep my mouth open, squatted and peed in my mouth. I was not able to swallow everything however, it was hot and i heard her being relieved. She took the PJ's wiped the back of my head and threw them in a bad and put on her pants.

There was other times after too.

Here is another storie
 

I was sitting at the kitchen table working on my laptop while my girlfriend was preparing hamburger meat and other since we were having guest over in the afternoon. She had asked me if I can turn the sink on since her hands were covered in sauce, meat and spices because she needed to go pee. I got up went to the other side of the kitchen counter, I remember whispering in her ear that I had a better idea. So I slowly pulled her leggings down to her knees, she did ask what I was doing? Then I laid down on the kitchen floor with my head between her feet. She never said anything else and understood where I was going with this. So she squats down to my mouth while holding her balance and started to pee in my mouth. There was quite an overflow which ended up on the floor. I got up and told her that i will be right back, I grabbed a towel to wipe my head, then her feet and the floor. I put the towel in the wash and went back to the table. She told me that she can get use to having her personal toilet and that I was handy to have around.

On a train
 

In the early 70's my girlfriend and I there on a day trip to London from the South West of England. (About 6hrs on the train up to London). We had to catch the last train of the day around 11:45pm. In those days the carriages were still split into 8 seat compartments, so we got one by ourselves and settled down for our longs journey and once we pasted through Reading tried to get some shuteye.
Around 2am in the morning my girlfriend woke me to said that she needed a pee, I said you are a big girl you can go on your own now. She said she did not want to walk along the train to the loo on her own in the dim light, and could I go with her, we walked to the first loo, opened the door and were hit by the stink, so we went to the next and then the next, but they were all dirty or blocked. So we started back to our compartment, and went into the cleanest, the floor was covered in paper and the pan was nearly full to the top.
I said if you do not want to use the pan you could pee on the floor or into the hand basin, she said if she peed on the floor it would run out into the passage way, so she would us the basin, with that she dropped her jeans and knickers and backed up onto the edge of the basin, I was standing in front of her almost touching her in this very small space. She got into a position so that her pee went into the basin and started a strong pee jet, dark in colour as we had not been for a pee in over ten hours, suddenly the train jerked and she slipped of the basin sending her pee jet across the toilet space and up the door, I laughed and said well your pee on the floor now so she just finished pissing on the floor, when she was done she had to use my hanky to wipe with, (which I put back, damp into my pocket).
It was now my turn to pee so with her still in front of the basin I turned a little so that I was facing the toilet but still with my back to the wall, I got my now very hard thing out of my zipper and sent a jet arcing up over the toilet onto the wall behind it, She laughed and grabbed it and waved it sideways across the wall. She let go as the pressure dropped and when I was done pushed it away.
When we left the toilet compartment we both left wet foot marks on the floor of the passageway. When we got back to our compartment we got under our coats but did not get back to sleep until later and had to us my damp hanky again.

Country bicycle ride.
 

About 40 years ago before I had a car of my own, my girlfriend and I would go out at weekends on a pair of bicycles, she had to use her brothers bicycle witch had about 6 gears. The country roads were empty of cars and we could go for miles without seeing anyone.
On this day we were riding along a road with a number of bends in it and tall hedges on both sides with out any breaks in them, not even farm gates. As she was faster then me she would often be ahead of me. As I came around a bend I saw her bicycle on the ground in the middle of the road, I thought she had come off it, but as I got near I saw that she was squatting with her jeans and knickers down having a pee in the middle of the road, she looked over to me and said that as she had to wait for me to catch up she had made use of that time to have a pee. I said did you know that your piss stream is running down the road and under your bicycle. When she was done and had pulled up her things she picked up her bicycle and wheeled it to the side.
I said now you have peed I with have one also so that we do not have to stop again. I peed into her puddle so that anyone coming up the road would see only one stream. So I got my thing out and knelt so as to stop any splatter and peed into the middle of her pee spot, causing the combined stream to run farther down the road. When I was done I put it away and we continued on our bicycle ride.
How I miss the long hot summers of my youth.

In the bathtub
 

My girlfriend had been playing netball, after which I took her back to her home for tea. As soon as we got inside her house she when upstairs to shower and change. I when in and laid the table and put the tv on.
I then needed to pee so I went up stairs to the bathroom where my girlfriend was in the shower, I said I needed to pee and as a joke said how about a golden shower, she said in your dreams, I then said how about seeing who could pee the farthest, the looser cooks the tea, she said how?
So I said if I stand here at the taps end of the bathtub and pee along the length of the bath, so she stood at the far end of the bath and with me standing outside the bath at the taps I let rip, I even got her feet wet. ( I was a little bit stiff as she was standing there in the nude,) I then went and stood at the side of the bath and she stood at the tap end of the bath ( still in the bath) and started to pee, even leaning backwards she was lucky if she got farther then her own feet, so I won and so after her shower she had to cook the tea.
I did help after all, I did cheat a little as I had hear her have a pee into the toilet just before her shower and I was busting for a pee long before we got home.
As we ate our tea she said she would practice in the shower and give me a rematch, sadly we never did it again.

In my old workshop
 

At my parents old house I had a large wooden shed at the bottom of the their large garden which I used as a workshop and a hideaway, in it I had a bench etc. and an old leather armchair and a radio. One wet afternoon I was in the shed when my girlfriend walked in, I said I did not know she was there ( I had an intercom to the house so that I could go in if asked to ) she said that there was no-one in the house so she had come down to the shed to see if I was in. I said that I had to finish some work so she sat in the armchair, while I worked we had a few cans of lager.
After a while as I had started drinking before she arrived I needed a piss. If I was in the shed and needed a pee, as the toilet was back in the house I had loosened a board in the back wall of the shed so that I could stick my thing out through to pee and as my girlfriend had seen me do a number of times before, this is what I did this time, when I was done I put the board back.
I was having one more can of lager when my girlfriend said it is all right for you how about me, she would normally walk back to the house but as it was raining and did not know if the house was unlocked or not, asked how could she pee out the hole in the wall. I said that I would find something for her to pee into and pasted her a small sauce pan that I used to melt moulding rubber in.
She took the pan and placed in on the floor and dropped her jeans and knickers and squatted over it and started to pee, at first she splashed a bit on the floor until she got her eye in so to speak, as I watched I was thinking is that pan going to be big enough as it was getting near the top, she stopped and gave it to me to empty, I then replaced it back on the floor under her from the rear, I now watching her still on my knees behind her. I was thinking that I must be a bum man as I liked the shape of her bum as she squatted over the pan, when she gave a little spurt and with that stood up for me to past her a rag to wipe with and then pulled her things back into place, I took the pan and poured it out the hole in the wall, it must of been nearly two pints in all.
I said if she was going to do that more often in the shed I would make a little drain that we could both use in the back wall, or get her a bigger pan. I never did get around to that, but I did get a small bucket she could use.

Swimming at the pool
 

One hot day me and my girlfriend went for a swim in a free outdoor seawater pool by the sea. (before the city filled them in to make you to pay to use the big one that is always closed ). When we got there we went between the rocks to change, she cheated as she had her green with white side paneled one piece swim suit on under her top and jeans and was laughing at me trying to change under my towel, we both got into the pool and swam around (well she did I cannot swim, I just walked around).
After a while she got out and so I asked why and she said she needed a pee, I said why did she not pee in the pool, I had done so, after all it was only seawater, she said how disgusting as people had to swim in that, anyway she went over between the rocks and facing me went into a very low squat pulling the crotch of her swimsuit to one side and had a long piss, this would have been a great view for me as I was still in the pool but I did not have my glasses on, just my luck. When she was finished she came back into the pool.
Later when we got out and went to dress I held my towel up in front of her as she stood in the corner of the rocks facing me and she told me not to look (as if I would) with that she dropped her swim suit to the ground and unrolled her towel to get herself dry, at this point she found that she had forgot to bring her under ware so she only had her top and jeans to put on.
After she was dressed she held her towel for me to change, she started to laugh as I tried to pull down my tight wet trunks which was made more difficult with me having a hard-on from watching her dress I said if you keep laughing I would pee up over the top of the towel and get her wet, (but I would not have done it as she would have killed me). When we were both dressed we went home.

Walking the dog
 

One Sunday afternoon me and my girlfriend were out walking our dog on the moors near Dartmoor Prison, on an old railway track bed. When we pasted a man sitting on a large rock, he said good afternoon and we replied good afternoon back to him, just then a female stood up from behind the rock and joined him, we both think she was peeing behind this rock.
As the afternoon walk went on I too needed a pee but my girlfriend was trying to be funny and not take the dog lead from me, and so here I am with the lead in my left hand and my thing in my right, standing on the track bed, my girlfriend standing on my right side, and me peeing onto the gravel, when the dog started to try and bite the pee stream, so I am trying to keep the dog away from the stream of piss and my girlfriend is just standing there laughing, when I finished we walked on.
Later she has to go and so standing with her back to me and the dog she drops her jeans and knickers to her knees and gets into a high squat, and starts a strong hard piss, I let the dog move closer, to sniff her bum, but the dogs wet nose makes contact with her bum making her jump, at this she looses control of her stream and pisses all over her knicker, she is pissed with me and has to take her jeans off to remove her wet knicker, she then wipes with a dry bit of the knicker before putting her jeans back on.
As she did not what the wet knickers in her pocket she gave them to me and I put them in mine. I forgot to give them back to her for a week or two. He! He!

Outside Loo
 

My girlfriend lived with her grandmother and her great grandmother in a old four story house with no inside bathroom only an outside loo, and a tin bath used in the kitchen. To get to the loo you had to go through the backroom and then the kitchen and the wash house and out into the yard.
We use to go up to the very top rooms of the house to hang out together. If I needed a pee ( I did not like to go down and out past both grandmothers and so) we would both go into the back attic room and open the window and I would pee onto the roof below it, the piss would run down the roof and into the guttering and down the pipe to the drain. But if my girlfriend needed to pee, I would say to her to sit on the window edge with her ass out of it but she was afraid she might fall and so would take the basin from under the jug on the washstand, place it on a small armchair and sit on it as if it was a toilet and have her pee then wipe herself with the corner of the window curtain before emptying it out the window and putting it back under the jug.
If it was to windy and or raining outside I would pee into the jug and some times get her to do so as I held it for her, before pouring our combined piss out the windows.
Happy days.
When her great grandmother died my girlfriend and her grandmother moved into I new house, outside the town with an inside toilet and separate bathroom with a shower but that is another story not for this site.

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 now 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 hanky 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.

Weed clearing
 

The church that I went too had to have a new boiler fitted, the boiler house was accessed by a side gate at one end of the building and a path between the church and a tall boundary wall to a small square yard with the boiler house in it, this path was about two feet wide for most of its length and over grown with weeds and ivy, so me and my girlfriend were asked if we could clear it, so one Saturday this we did.
We started early in the morning and after about three hours I went to the corner across from the boiler house and peed on the wall. After we had had our lunch snack and drink, my girlfriend also peed in that corner. (nothing special about that)
As the day went on we built a bonfire in that corner and lit it, we finished the clearing by late afternoon but had to stay to burn all the rubbish, as the time went to early evening we drank a six pack of lager.
Around eight o'clock the fire was dying down and was mostly glowing ash, I said I think we can leave it now but before we do I need a pee, so I walked over to the ashes and peed on them.
My girlfriend said she to needed a pee and would like to try and pee on the last of the ashes but did not want to burn her bum. So I got her to stand facing the ashes, drop her jeans and knickers to her knees, stand with her feet as wide as she could, I knelt behind her and pulled the crotch of her things back through her legs out of the firing line and told her to lean back with her hips up and hold her pussy open and let rip.
This she did, from my view though her legs from behind I could see her jet of pee leave her pussy and hit the ashes, as her stream slowed the last drops dipped down and just mist her knickers and jeans, she asked if I had anything to wipe with, with that I put my hand though her legs and wiped her pussy with the back of it. She then pulled up her knicker and jeans and we went home.
I think I had a great view of her bum and pussy but I would of liked to have watched from the front as well.

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 )

Camping with my girlfriend
 

The first time that I went camping was just over forty years ago, a group of us were to go camping on the moors, myself, my girlfriend and three or four other lads with there girlfriends. We went up onto the moors on foot with our ex-army tent and all the heavier things like the Primus stove and its fuel oil. We found a spot we all liked and stuffed our gear into the bushes over night to return the next day with our food and bedding.
The next day me and my girlfriend went to the meeting spot, after a hour of waiting we walked onto the camping spot. We got busy putting the tent up, still waiting for the others to arrive. (this was years before cell phones and not every on even had land lines.)
Time went on and we had some food and drink, as day turned to night we got into our sleeping bags and tried to get to sleep. At sometime in the night I needed a pee and as it was so cold and damp outside I peed into one of our empty glass lemonade bottles, we had picked a spot in the bushes to use as a toilet but that was in the day light, it was now pitch black and we only had a small touch, the sound of me peeing awoke my girlfriend and we both said about the cold, and so after I had peed we pushed one sleeping bag into the other.
At this point she to needed to pee, I had got into the bags and she too did not want to go out into the dark, I said just pee in the corner to the tent as our ground sheet was only under the sleeping bag area, she said what if the other's came in the morning they would see the wet spot and know she had done it, she then saw the bottle that I had used and said if only she could use that, I said there is the funnel I used to fill the stove with oil.
So with me laying on my side facing her and holding the torch, she pulled her knickers down to her feet, then kneeling with she knees wide apart and her back up straight, and with the funnel in the bottle standing on the ground below her pussy, all in the beam of the light she started to pee as I watched the bottle to see the pee level, I was also having a good look at her bush and pussy, the bottle was filling fast all her piss on top of mine, but she dribbled to a stop just as the bottle became full, she screwed the top onto the bottle and placed it with the funnel by the stove out of the way, and bent over and pulled up her knickers giving me a greater view of her pussy and her nice bum.
She then crawled into the sleeping bag with me, her feet were like ice. As I was laying on my side she laid on her side with her back to me, as she snuggled her bum into my crotch she said you liked that didn't you, I said how did you know that and we laughed and went back to sleep.
In the morning we waited but the others still did not arrive so we packed our things and walked home. When we did see our other friends they said that they had got the use of a caravan down in Cornwall and so had gone to it by bus. I said well if you want your tent it is were we left it. I wonder if it is still there 40+years on.

Another time that we went camping, we borrowed a caravan at a coastal campsite off a friend. This caravan was lit by gas lights from bottles stored outside at the back end of the caravan, there was no water you had to go to a standpipe along the row, and no toilet, but there was a small sink to wash cups etc., this sink was about 10 inch across and the waste piped outside to a soak-away not to a drain.
Over the weekend we sat or walked on the beach, and in the evenings went to the campsite clubhouse for a meal and a drink, one evening there was a sing-along.
The toilets were beside the clubhouse and this was about 4 rows down from our row and our caravan was about two thirds from that end of the row, so as we left the club we both went to the loos. But on this night we had drunk more then the night before. As we walked (staggered) back to our caravan we had seen one or two males peeing on there gas bottles on the row below ours, and so on to bed we went.
I awoke at about three and got out of the bed to go for a pee, I opened the door to go to our gas bottle but it was pitch black and pissing with rain, so I closed the door and turned and peed into the little sink, (the relief) as I returned to bed I woke-up my girlfriend who asked about the weather so that she could walk to the loos for a pee, I said it was pissing down and that I had just peed into the sink.
So we both got out of the bed, (the bed was across the back of the caravan so she would have had to climb over me) now this sink was opposite the caravan door and by a window with a blind that was closed, as there was no water supply there were no tapes on the sink, so she removed her knickers and with my help sat up on the sink and wriggled back so that her pussy was over the sink bowl. With her legs open and her hairy pussy on show she started to pee, a strong clear hissy piss that seemed to go on and on, as I watched I said good job that I had pissed before you as I would not be able to pee into that bowl now, after she was done she wiped with her knickers and jumped down and ran to the bed, I throw some water down the sink and also ran to the bed. I did not get any more sleep that night.

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 where 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 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.

Gents cast iron urinal
 

I was at a brewery museum a few week ago and after the tour had a visit to the tap room. Later as I walked around the vehicles in the brewery yard I needed a pee, I saw there was a cast iron gents urinal ( cast in Glasgow) in the yard with a sign and arrow pointing to in saying GENTS. So I walked over to it and went in the entrance on turning to my left I was glad to see the urinal was not just for show, so I turned left and stood at the mid point of the urinal wall, the flush pipe was flushing down this wall into the channel along the bottom of the wall, the drain was at this mid point, I started to have my pee.
Someone came in on my left, they walked right up to me and suddenly in a high pitched voice said sorry, I turned to look and it was a female in her mid twenty's, she stood there repeating sorry a few times then turned and walked out.
I finished my pee and also walked out. I walked around the yard keeping an eye on her as she walked around the yard. I was watching to see if she was going to go back into the gents as I had not seen any ladies loos about. If she had I would have followed her so that I could catch her using it, and would just stand there saying sorry. Well fares fare.

This reminds me of my girlfriend. she too had to use a cast iron urinal once because she was about to burst. We had been walking around by the Torpoint ferry and there was only a gents urinal there on a patch of grass by one of the HM Dockyard gates.
We both went in and as I was there I also peed. on the urinal wall as she dropped her jeans and knickers and peed on the ground just by my feet, when she stood up to pull her knickers and jeans up, I was standing up too, she saw that and said did you like that and I said yes.
We both left the urinal and as we walked and talked about it I said how about if we both use as many of these urinals as we could find, she agreed and so over the next few weeks around Plymouth she and me used about seven.
There is only one left now and that one is gated and is only for show, the council have removed all the rest, (and closed most of the ladies and gents as well)

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 if 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 movment 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.

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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 and 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 poo-ed 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.

Amsterdam (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 to dress.

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.

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A day at the beach
 

My girlfriend and I went for a day on a Devon beach. The beach is of shingle with big shelves down to and under the water, so that when you were in the sea you could be in 2ft of water and one step more your in 10ft of water.
We arrived at the beach in my car and parked as close to the beach as we could, we took our deckchairs and swimming things and walked along the beach to the bottom of the cliffs as to get out of the wind, we did not change into our swimming gear as it was too cold, so we just sat in our chairs in a little curved bay, talking about what to do for the rest of the day.
When my girlfriend said that she needed to pee, as there are no toilets at this beach and it was to cold to pee in the sea, I said to pee there as there was no one about, so she went between her deckchair and the cliff wall dropped her jeans and knickers and squatted to pee, her pee was so strong and hard that it was not only pooling on the shingle but bouncing up and splashing me, when she was done she drip dried and then redressed, I said that I had better go before we moved off, but I was a bit stiff, but as soon as I got it out the cold wind made it ok to pee, I did try to pee up the cliff face just to put on a little show for her.
And it was only a little show in that cold wind, but that is a British summer for you

Fascinating!!!

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 prefering 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.

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 an 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 our 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 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 int 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 should 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 use 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 peed into that drain before the service once to a chant of ‘We know what your 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 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,