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i like wet bikinis

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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.
  11. It reminds me of a time I was walking through the city streets after the pubs had closed. A mixed group came down the street. As they passed the entrance to an alley between shops two girls held back and loitered, talking to each other. They kept looking at the others walking away from them. A few seconds passed and they assessed that the others hadn't spotted that they'd detached. They dashed down the alley, hitched up their dresses and, pulling down their thongs, squatted to gush their pee on the pavement. I guessed that there had been a long queue for the ladies' cubicles at the pub they'd left a few minutes earlier.
  12. I don't think my interest is caused by anything I did or saw in childhood. I wouldn't try to explain someone's sexual orientation in that way, and similarly I think that whatever triggers sexual arousal can't be explained so easily. I think we naturally look back at incidents that triggered strong feelings of arousal, and think they were the cause of being turned on in that way. But I suspect that I always had an unusually strong interest in peeing, particularly out-of-control peeing and the desperation leading to it. There were three main pre-adolescent events that were powerful exciters for me. One was when I wet myself in the school playground, in front of the whole school. I was old enough to feel very embarrassed and ashamed. Another was when one of my classmates wet her knickers in the same way, standing behind me. Fascinated, I watched her pee streaming down her legs, falling from under her skirt and splattering into the dark, growing puddle between her feet. She had completely lost control, and couldn't stop herself while she pissed through her underwear. From my own experience I could later imagine what it must have felt like for her as she began leaking into her clothes, and then found herself unable to stop the flood. The last was when another girl fainted in front of me. All her muscles relaxed as her body flopped, and, as her eyes closed, her vulva opened and she spectacularly wet the floor, through her skirt. During childhood sleepovers, after the lights went out, I'd enthusiastically try to steer the conversation to swap stories of seeing girls pee. Later (in early adolescence) I discovered that I could see girls wet their swimming costumes, if I paid close attention to what was going on at the beach on family holidays.
  13. I was at a music festival with too few toilets. The men were fine, as there were urinal enclosures next to each line of portaloos. But it was rough for the women as the queues for the cubicles got very long early in the afternoon. Some didn't want to spend half an hour in line for a pee, and some simply could not wait that long. For many, their best alternative was to go into a urinal enclosure and go there. Some entered, looked around, and left immediately. Some of those then came back in again. Most squatted or knelt in the grass next to the sack-cloth fence shielding the urinals from view. Some tried to perch their bums on the trough on the back wall (about half of them persevered, with the rest dropping to squat and water the grass in front of the trough). A few stood up and held beer glasses between their thighs to fill them. The bravest bared their behinds and then hopped up backwards to sit on a urinal, facing out to see the men pissing into urinals all around them. Most of the men were respectful and didn't try to embarrass the few women in there. Quite a few were watching with interest, but nobody was very blatant about it. I had a conversation with a fit, petite woman in her late 20s or early 30s, as her pee thundered into the urinal she was sitting on. She told me how good it felt to be relieving herself, and how desperate she had been. She was glad she'd come in to pee with the men. (I was standing next to her, at the adjacent urinal.)
  14. I like to see a woman who badly needs to piss, but is in a public place where there are no toilets she can use (perhaps they are too far away, or the queues are too long). Before she loses control and involuntarily floods her clothes she squats or sits in a quiet place and wees through her underwear. She hopes that nobody will notice what she is doing - but I do.
  15. As a child I was intensely curious about what was different about girls' bodies, why they sat down to pee, and how they peed. At about age 8 or 10 a girl in my class wet her knickers when standing behind me in the playground. She completely lost control and emptied herself while I watched. From then I used to fantasise about seeing the girls I knew pee, standing, squatting or sitting. I used to imagine some undressing to piss, and others wetting themselves. Another girl wet herself in front of me when I was about 12 years old. I was aroused by that, and by remembering it afterwards, at the time and for many years. The final realisation was a couple of years later when I was on a beach holiday. I saw a girl squat to pee through her shorts in the sea. I realised that I could probably see other girls pee on the beach, if I tried to look. (There were no toilets, and I reckoned that most visitors would have to find some place to go during the day.) I started looking out for girls peeing on every beach trip from then, with a fair amount of success.
  16. You might like the story I wrote? https://www.omorashi.org/topic/59358-urinate/#comment-1780129
  17. Could you give a link to the home page of your website, please? (I like the sound of your 'tips' page!)
  18. I was at a music festival, not long ago, where there were too few toilets. There were huge queues, mostly female, outside all of the portaloo blocks, from early afternoon until late at night. There were also urinal enclosures, usually without queues, and used mainly by male visitors. I saw one young woman pee on the grass through her knickers. She wore a long skirt and carefully arranged it as she knelt on the grass next to a fence. Her friend squatted in front of her and chatted to her while she wet herself. (I don't think her friend was pissing.) After a couple of minutes the woman in the skirt stood up, brushed herself off, looked down at the damp patch, and then the two of them sauntered away. I'm sure she must have wet herself as I didn't see her pulling her knickers down (or back up). Possibly she wasn't wearing any.
  19. I would like to hear more about the girls you saw wet themselves in the elevator and in the crowd.
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