Music festival
This summer I was at a music festival where the queues for the toilet cubicles got really long early in the afternoon. It was OK for the men; there were plenty of urinals.
Most times I went into the urinals there would be women peeing there too. Usually crouching on the grass in the corner, but sometimes sitting on a urinal, or standing, filling a beer cup.
Most memorable was when two elegant women, in very short skirts, knelt on the grass just in front of me. They had their feet apart, so their bums were almost touching the ground, between their feet. They felt through their skirts, to slide down their knickers. Then they slowly wet the ground right in the open.
When they had finished, they stood up, and pulled up their underwear, again, feeling through their skirts.
After they left, I sat down where they had been. I felt a warm puddle in the grass, on either side of me.
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