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  1. The most recent wetting I witnessed was at a music festival where the organisers badly miscalculated on the number of toilet cubicles. There were long queues - 30 minutes or more - from early afternoon until the end of the night. Men were fine, as there were plenty of plastic urinals, but many women didn't want to queue, or simply could not wait, and pissed on the ground. Some even went in the urinals, but that's another story. The most memorable sighting from that day was the two tall, slender, blonde rock chicks in short miniskirts who knelt on the grass in front of me, feet apart so their bums were nearly touching the ground. They reached under their skirts and slid their panties a little way down their thighs, but still covered by the hem of their skirts. They checked their skirts were clear of any puddles and streams. Then, kneeling on the ground, in the middle of the field, drinking from cans and chatting to each other, they both tinkled into the grass. When they'd finished, they stayed where they were for a short time, to let their puddles soak into the dry ground. They then stood up and pulled up their knickers quickly (but mostly by feeling through their skirts), before walking off. I couldn't believe what I'd just seen, so I walked forward and sat on the grass between where both had been kneeling. I reached both hands out, and placed them on the grass. I immediately felt the warm dampness of both puddles of pee. About half an hour later, close to that spot, two girls stopped beside the fence, facing each other. The one in the red skirt looked desperate, but her friend, in denim shorts, didn't. The girl in the shorts squatted, and the other knelt. I'm pretty sure the girl in the shorts didn't pee. The girl in the skirt arranged her skirt around her as a sort of privacy tent. She knelt low, but with her bum resting on her heels, rather than being very low. And then she pissed through her knickers in that posture, comforted and encouraged by her friend. There was nothing to give her away, except for her body language, and her obvious sense of relief when she stood up. There were marshalls quite close, so I couldn't inspect the ground in the same way to check. But I'm sure she was queuing for the toilets, and must have realised that she was going to wet her knickers before she got to the front. I guess she must have left the queue in a panic, and rushed back to her friend for help. Fortunately for her, her friend was sensible and helped her to have the inevitable accident in a quiet spot with little embarrassment.
  2. I wonder if she might make less of a mess if she kept her knickers on and pissed through them. She'd have to squat down, or even sit on the grass. And she'd need to carry a couple of dry pairs as replacements.
  3. When I was a student I walked a girl home from a gig. We lived near each other but were not close friends. We found we were going to the same gig and so I agreed I'd make sure she was safe home. She took the opportunity to get pissed and a little stoned, so she was very giggly when we met up at the end of the night. It took a good half an hour to walk home, and after about ten minutes she was telling me how badly she deeded to pee and how long the queues had been for the toilets. I encouraged her to hold on and told her we were nearly there. This went on for about ten minutes. And then I got a bit mischievous. Next time she squeezed herself with her hand and moaned 'Oh, I've really gotta pee!' I replied, 'Well, go on then!' She just stopped dead still, feet a little apart, and pissed. She just went in her knickers in front of me, peeing on the ground, wetting herself. A single stream poured from under her skirt into the growing puddle between her feet. When she could, she stopped the flow and sighed. Slightly at a loss for words, I simply said, 'I bet that feels better?' She smiled and nodded. We continued our walk. After a couple of minutes I cheekily said again, 'Well, go on then!' And to my surprise, she wet herself again, in exactly the same way. This time it was deliberate, and lasted only a few seconds, as she was already half-empty from her first wetting. She laughed while she did it, very much amused by what we were doing. She wet herself another three or four times, on my command, before we got back t o her house. Finally. I suggested, at her front door, that she should pee again before going in, so she didn't have an accident indoors. Standing to face me, on her own front doorstep, she lifted her skirt to show her soaked knickers, parted her legs slightly, and wet herself for the last time that night. I went home. Neither of us ever mentioned it again.
  4. If a woman were to sit on the toilet and pee in front of me, it would be more of a turn on for me if she kept her clothes on and wet herself.
  5. In a number of UK cities young adults find themselves having to pee in public at the end of a night out (sometimes during a night out). This is because there are few public conveniences, and those in late night bars are often overcrowded. Typically I see about four or five times as many men as women pissing outdoors at night. People normally find somewhere to go, even if not private and it is rare to see someone wet herself.
  6. Back to the original question... 1976 - The Man Who Fell to Earth. It was certainly the first movie of a wetting that I ever saw. (Bowie plays an alien. He takes off his human disguise in the bathroom to reveal his alien form. He opens the door and his human girlfriend (played by Candy Clark) is waiting for him outside. Shocked, she gasps and drops her drink. He touches her as he walks past. The camera pans down to her pink knickers to show her beginning to pee into her pink knickers. The fabric darkens and wobbles as she floods them. We see her piss pouring through the material and streams trickling down the inside of her thighs. At least, that's how I remember the scene. Don't ask me about the rest of the movie.
  7. Outside, and trying to hide what they are doing. (For example, when she is kneeling on the grass, as close to the ground as possible, and naked under her short skirt.)
  8. Ah - thank you! Sorry, I can't remember where I first found it. Years ago, somewhere online.
  9. I would like to hear more about your sightings.
  10. We had a 'fun day' at work. We closed the office at midday, then went on a car 'treasure hunt', before finishing at a country hotel for dinner. I went in my boss's car; he with Sally, his secretary. (They were having an indiscrete affair.) The fourth in the car was the youngest, Lynne, a 21 year old student on work placement with us. After a couple of hours driving, I needed to pee. I didn't say anything. Sally was the first to do so. She told Mark that the seat of his car would get wet if he didn't stop at a toilet soon. At the time we were driving through a forest. I knew where there were some public toilets, so I gave directions. Mark parked, we all went into the toilets. There was a thin wall separating the mens' compartment from the ladies'. As Mark and I stood at the urinals, we heard the loud sound of pee squirting into a water closet through the wall. Sally sighed loudly in pleasurable relief. 'God, I needed that. I really thought I was going to wet myself.' The sound of Lynne's stream then started also. 'Me too, ' she said. In my mind's eye I could almost see the pair of them, knickers around their ankles, skirts hoisted to their waists, hovering over a dubious, cold, public lavatory, piss pouring from between their thighs, eyes closed, and a slight file on their pretty faces.
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