When was the last time you saw a girl pee in real life?

[Skillet]

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.

[ed12]

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.

[ed12]

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.

[bullsky]

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.

[ctx12nz]

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.

[bullsky]

Originally Posted by ctx12nz

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

[ed12]

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”

[ed12]

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.”

[ed12]

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.

[ed12]

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.

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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”

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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.”