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From the album: [English] The Complete Kohri ms/Kori club collection
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From the album: [English] The Complete Kohri ms/Kori club collection
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From the album: [English] The Complete Kohri ms/Kori club collection
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From the album: [English] The Complete Kohri ms/Kori club collection
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From the album: [English] The Complete Kohri ms/Kori club collection
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From the album: [English] The Complete Kohri ms/Kori club collection
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From the album: [English] The Complete Kohri ms/Kori club collection
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From the album: [English] The Complete Kohri ms/Kori club collection
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From the album: [English] The Complete Kohri ms/Kori club collection
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From the album: [English] The Complete Kohri ms/Kori club collection
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From the album: [English] The Complete Kohri ms/Kori club collection
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From the album: [English] The Complete Kohri ms/Kori club collection
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From the album: [English] The Complete Kohri ms/Kori club collection
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From the album: [English] The Complete Kohri ms/Kori club collection
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From the album: [English] The Complete Kohri ms/Kori club collection
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From the album: [English] The Complete Kohri ms/Kori club collection
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From the album: [English] The Complete Kohri ms/Kori club collection
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From the album: [English] The Complete Kohri ms/Kori club collection
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From the album: [English] The Complete Kohri ms/Kori club collection
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A few months back, I wrote about an experience with one of my best friends, Samantha (in "A Walk With a Friend"). She has never been shy, but she surprised me by ducking into an alleyway to relieve herself--right in front of me--while we were walking around town. Since, we've joked about the incident on numerous occasions and I bring it up fairly often, trying to subtly test whether or not she has an interest in pee-related fetishes. Despite my efforts, I've never gotten anything out of her that leads me to more than mild suspicions--until today. This past weekend, we were at a local Thanksgiving-themed wine festival, enjoying the moderate weather and each other's company. We arrived pretty early and meandered around for the better part of the day. We each sampled some of the local drinks, but neither of us drank enough to even became tipsy. I, however, had been drinking water throughout the day and nature called several hours in. We found the bathrooms, but by then, a sizable line was forming. Being a guy, that was no big deal. I found a secluded area in the woods, away from the bulk of the activity, behind some pines which, unlike the rest of the trees, obviously hadn't shed their coverage for the winter. I told her I'd be right back, stepped behind the trees, ensured nobody could see anything, undid my jeans, flipped out my penis, and began to do my business. I wasn't absolutely desperate, by any means, but I had to go pretty badly. I silently sighed with relief as my pee arched before me and pattered gently onto the fallen leaves. I had barely begun when I jumped, startled to hear footsteps behind me. My stream weakened as I turned my head urgently, only to see Samantha making her way toward me. "I hope you don't mind," she said with a bit of an embarrassed smirk, "I really need to go, too." "Uhm, okay." I replied, shocked. "No need to stop on account of me!" she laughed, noticing my difficulty maintaining a steady stream as she stepped beside me. Having finally fumbled for my words, I teasingly shot back, "What can I say? I have some pee shyness. I'm not used to an audience," referencing our last pee encounter. She laughed and told me to shut up as she pulled her jeans and panties to her ankles and popped a squat. "This show's not for free," she laughed, glancing up at my penis, which was quickly stiffening, making the task of relieving myself even more challenging. I laughed and continued trying to force urine out, with limited success. There was no use to attempting to conceal the erection I was developing. There it was, in all its glory, right before her eyes. She giggled and asked if I were getting excited. I don't recall what I said in response. Soon, she was unleashing her own much more successful torrent of pee between her legs, which pooled on the leaves and streamed into the dirt. This made matters even harder for me--literally and figuratively. We were quiet for a minute, both enraptured by the other's plumbing as we emptied our bladders. Finally, I managed a weak stream, but she still teased, "Need some help there?" "What, you wanna shake it for me, too?" "Ew, no, then we'd have a bigger mess." We laughed. She finished up before I did, despite starting after. She rummaged around in her purse, retrieved a tissue, wiped herself, and tossed it in front of her. "C'mon, slowpoke!" she taunted as she pulled her panties and jeans up, still clearly enjoying the show. Finally, the contents of my bladder came to a spurting end and I gently shook my hardware dry. "Hawwwwt." she cheered. I felt my face turning red, but secretly appreciated it. We made our way back to the festival, laughing to ourselves frequently throughout the rest of the day until we finally headed home. I never asked her specifically if she's into pee (I'm fearful of the awkward situation that could lead to, given the taboo nature of this interest), but I'm getting strong vibes we may have a mutual interest we're finally discovering in each other after years of friendship. On the other hand, I suppose it could be that she is even less bashful than I originally thought, or that she was simply feeling particularly horny that afternoon. Anyone have any input?
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30 minutes clip from peeingoutdoors.com: several girls relieve themselves outdoor. The camera focus on their genitals, so there is nudity. What to say more? Carnival.mp4 (468.a MB)
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A month ago I moved from the UK to Germany to live and work in the Stuttgart area for one year, on secondment from the UK office to our head office (I work for a large, multinational German engineering business - take a guess ? ). This weekend a group of us made up of fellow expats, colleagues visiting from the UK, and a small Finnish contingent had booked a table in one of the tents at Canstatter Volksfest. To put it very crudely, this large festival on the Canstatter Wassen fairground is Stuttgart’s answer to Munich’s Oktoberfest: garish fairground rides, cavernous beer tents, and a veritable sea of Lederhosen and Dirndl’s. We were booked into the afternoon session so rocked up at about 11:00 when the place was filling at an ever increasing rate, but not yet packed. Walking to our tent I did clock a couple of small, concrete toilet blocks scattered around which seemed a little inadequate. I was reminded briefly of some of the Oktoberfest posts that I had seen before on various different omo sites, but didn’t really give it a second thought. A good time was had by all in the tent. The beer flowed, toasts were made, we sung (poorly) and danced (even more so) on the benches and generally embraced the culture of our new home. These tents are a very nice place to be: everyone is pleasantly drunk, happy, and there is very little in the way of fighting or conflict (obviously it would be impossible to hold an event like this in the UK…). That, and you are surrounded by lots of very attractive people decked out in fairly skimpy versions of traditional rural dress. Naturally when you are consuming litres of beer at a time then nature begins to take its course quite frequently, and so there are temporary toilet blocks set up inside the the beer tents themselves for the patrons. There were two offerings, standard or “VIP” which carried a 50c mandatory charge to use however the queues built up very quickly outside the standard option so I opted for the “VIP” ones each time, rather than waste 20 minutes missing out on the festivities. Something that I have noticed in my brief time in Germany so far is that when the queues build up at large public events, women are directed to use both the Ladies and the Gents, normally accompanied by much blushing, pointedly averted gaze and awkwardness from all involved. Eventually the afternoon session reached its end, and we poured out of the tent into bright sunlight, which is a very odd feeling when you are used to leaving a club at closer to 4am, not 4pm! Those of us who had indulged a little more than others charged off towards the fairground attractions, leaving myself and the three Finns. We wandered around for an hour or so, playing a couple of the fairground games and trying vainly to link up with the others again but it was hopeless. By now the place was packed, as the leavers from the afternoon sittings crossed over with the arrivals for the evening ones. There was little phone signal, and every time you could get through and arrange a place to meet, the group would have been moved on again by the crowd, so in the end we gave up and decided to head on. By now we had made our way to the edge of the Wassen, which is surrounded by a large, red brick embankment on which the U-Bahn (tram) tracks are situated. Tunnels cut through the embankment to allow access to the rest of the city, and also there are a couple of toilet blocks constructed underneath it. Two of our number went off the use the facilities, leaving just myself and the remaining Finn to wait. I mentioned that we should go and stand out of the sun, which by now was beating down, and so we moved a little ways away from the crowded intersection of the tunnel and the toilet block and stood in the shade of some Heras fencing, facing the brick wall and discussing politics & Brexit (because what else do European’s talk about nowadays ? ). The path we were standing on was still pretty busy, with a constant flow of all sorts: teenagers, students, 20-30 somethings like ourselves, families with young children, old couples - truly a people’s festival! After a few minutes of waiting and talking, a group of three students, two girls and a guy, stopped across from us against the brick wall and one of the supporting pillars. The younger of the two, a slim, tanned brunette wearing a red and white chequered dirndl, had backed herself into the corner and was directing her two companions to come and stand around her. My companion was in the middle of a verse regarding the decline of manufacturing in Britain, but I must confess that I wasn’t entirely listening at this point. As I watched out of the corner of my eye, the lady hitched up her skirt a little, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear and in a flash her white thong was around her knees. She was leaning back on the wall with her legs half bent, and trying to look away from the passing crowd. Then suddenly, she started to pee. It wasn’t a continuous stream, rather a shower of fits and spurts, splattering off the hot tarmac as she giggled shyly. Not wanting to get caught in the splash-back both her friends backed away a little, leaving her totally unguarded. Not wanting to stare I turned back to my companion to mumble some small agreement to his current point, but couldn’t quite tear myself away completely. She was peeing harder now, droplets were fanning out all around where she stood. She was gesticulating at her friends to stand closer, clearly wishing she could sink back into the brickwork, but still with a slight smile on her lips the whole time. Stopping clearly was not an option at this point. Her two friends were laughing though not cruelly and yet somehow no one in the passing crowd seemed to bat so much as an eyelid at this display. Her skirt was hitched up high at the sides revealing her hips, but fortunately the skirt and apron hung down at the front to help keep her dignity intact (well, as much as is possible while pissing uncontrollably under your skirt). I couldn’t see too clearly, but certainly the white canvas pumps that she was wearing must have been more than a little damp and her legs had not escaped the ravages of her overfull bladder either. After maybe half a minute she started to run dry. The thong came up as quickly as it had gone down, her skirt was smoothed back into place, and she went off on her way with her friends, cheeks ablaze but laughing and joking with them as they went. I resisted the temptation to stare after her, and somehow managed to continue the conversation with my companion as it was now my turn to comment. He had taken no notice of the entire incident, nor it seemed had anyone else. A few minutes later the two other members of our group returned, and we went on our way. At the time I think I was so taken aback that I was more stunned then aroused, however since then I have continued to replay the events over and over in my head and to honest I am still pinching myself that it happened at all. I can’t recall specifics, but I am certain that I have seen discrete squatting at music festivals and the like before, though I never would have expected to see something as blatant as this. I feel very fortunate to have been in the right place at the right time, least not because although she was clearly feeling a little embarrassed, there was no cruel humiliation or shame, and certainly she did not look at all upset by the circumstances. So there you go, hope you’ve all enjoyed reading my little account. Any constructive comments or notes on typos are very welcome ?
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Hi guys, Here's a brief story that happened when I went to a music festival with my then girlfriend (we'll call her Jess) a few years ago. ***** We'd just finised seeing the last band of the night and were making our way back to where we'd camped at the far end of the festival away from the main arena. We'd been drinking steadily throughout the night and while we weren't blackout drunk, we'd consumed a lot of fluid over the course of the day and were fairly tipsy. I stopped off at the big block of toilets in the main arena to take my last pee before going to bed. By this point of the weekend the toilets were in an awful state, and so Jess said she would wait and use the less busy toilets nearer our campsite away from the footfall of the main arena. On returning from the toilets I found Jess standing and bobbing subtlely from foot to foot, not enough to alert the casual observer of her need, but certainly notcieable if you knew the signs to look for! We started back towards the campsite and as the toilet block came into view Jess groaned. The maintenance staff were emptying the portaloos, and as a result had closed half of them, meaning that a large queue had formed for the remaining available toilets. At a guess there were a good 50 people waiting to use a bank of around 5 portaloos. Jess sighed and turned to me, "what do you think I should do, I can't wait here all night, I'm freezing!" "It's really up to you babe, how bad do you need to go?" I replied. "Kinda bad, I guess I've only been a couple of times all day and we've had quite a bit to drink, but I find it hard to tell when I'm drunk" "Well, we can wait here for the queue to go down, we can try and find some other toilets if you want" I suggested. Jess paused for thought, glancing again at the ever growing queue. "I just wanna go to bed, I think I'll be fine, I'm a big girl" she smiled, and began walking off towards our tent. We had picked a spot near the entrance to the festival that meant to go between our tent and the main arena, you had to walk down a short dirt track that had been fenced off to keep the festival goers out of the surrounding woodland. In the morning when we had gone into the festival, this track had been dry and rather dusty from all the site vehicles passing over it. However in the intervening hours the great British weather and the various traffic along the track had turned it to sludge that was virtually impossible to navigate. We battled our way down it and then made our way through a maze of guy ropes to our tent. Jess stooped to grab the zip of our tent door, wincing almost imperceptibly as she did so. "Ooh, I think I may need to go worse than I thought" she said with a strained voice. "I'm sure you'll be fine babe, we'll be back up in a few hours anyway so not too long to wait" I tried to reassure her. She smiled uncertainly in response but opened the tent door went inside. We both got changed out of our clothes and climbed into our sleeping bags. I was exhausted from walking around in the sun and drinking all day, so sleep should have come fairly easily, but I couldn't help but be distracted by Jess shuffling around next to me, making a loud rustling sound on the tent floor with each movement. "Babe are you ok?" I called out softly through the haze of impending sleep, after trying to drift off for half an hour or so. "I really need the loo, I don't think I can wait all night" she meekly replied. "I'm absolutely dying for a wee, those last couple of beers have really caught up with me." She sat up slowly next to me and cradled her bladder with one hand. Even in the dark and half asleep I could see that it was bulging out dramatically, particualrly as she was normally very slim in build. "Fuck, there's only one thing for it" she said suddenly. "Can you keep watch for me?" "What do you mean babe?" "Get dressed and stand up outside like your brushing your teeth or something, keep watch for anyone." "Don't you want to try the toilets back there, I bet the queue has gone down now" I replied. "I can't, I'm absolutely bursting and if I tried to get changed and then get back down that muddy track, I don't think I'd make it in time." She had taken on an urgent, commanding tone so I did as she had asked and quickly got dressed. "Right, keep an eye out and let me know if there's anyone coming, is the coast clear?" I stood up and scanned the area around us that was largely deserted, but for a group huddled round a campfire some 50 metres away. "Yep, coast's clear" I replied. With that, she squatted down and began to pee, just a trickle at first, barely audible on the grass, but soon quickening to a forceful torrent that would have been easily heard by anyone awake in the tents immediately next to us. Jess peed at full force for at least 30 seconds, an expression of pure bliss etched across her face the whole time as she let go the many pints of beer she had consumed over the course of the evening. Her stream slowed again to a trickle and eventually stopped. Jess wiped herself, pulled up her underwear and we both climbed back into the tent and were quickly sound asleep. The next day Jess drank noticeably slower and made far more regular bathroom trips, and luckily (for her at least) avoided any more mishaps that weekend. ***** Hope you guys enjoyed, I have one or two other stories involding Jess in predicaments such at this, if anyone would like to hear them please let me know.
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