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  • when i was 21, a few buddies and i were leaving a local bar. we were walking through the parking lot, and in between two cars there were two young ladies squatting and peeing on the pavement. they were wearing skirts so we didn't really see anything, but it was quite a sight. sorry can't be more descriptive. that was a few years ago and i designated myself a backseat driver that night.
  • At numerous concerts...they're usually drunk and don't care who can see. I've even had a girl run into the men's bathroom and pull down her pants to pee in the urinal next to me.
  • Ten years or more ago in park by a hill, a young woman in her mid or late 20's went behind some bushy growth, looked furtively, pulled down her panties and squatted to pee. Surprisingly she didn't see me on a bench a few yards away. Two or three seconds into her pee, I deliberately rose just to let her know she was watched. "Oh shit! Fuck off will you" was her reaction. I smiled at her and walked away.
  • Another story, from when I was 13 or 14. I had gone for a walk on a Sunday evening. I was on the main road which was fairly quiet. There's a railway line on one side and office buildings on the other. Quite deserted. In the distance on my pavement I saw an oldish woman about my mother's age, dressed in a white sari, already squatted. Nothing was visible, everything covered by her sari. She saw me approach and remained in position. After I passed, she rose, and I looked back to see a wet patch and a trickle where she was. Our eyes met. She muttered something, but I continued on my way.
  • a whole section of this site is dedicated to this topic: www.oneclickchicks.com. You have to register (free) and then go to the ENF section.
  • I have been caught, and the interactions have varied. I should start be saying that I don't pee the usual way- I pee out of a valve in my side. There's no bag attached to me. When I need to go I simply lift my top up a few inches, open the valve, and I can pee sort of like a guy or into a bag or container. There is not much to see- just a small hole. Nothing sticks out much. Because no genitalia are involved and, if I'm not wearing a dress, almost no undressing or skin showing, I'm pretty casual about it. I have very little warning that my man-made bladder is full, so sometimes I can't wait in a long line or go far to get to a bathroom. I'm not embarrassed and sometimes discretely empty myself in a dark corner. It is a clean, quick and sanitary process. Usually nobody notices, and if they do, people are mostly just curious. I don't mind showing and explaining it. Sometimes I become aware that this has a strong sexual meaning to some people. I don't really understand that because there is nothing interesting to see, and the process is odorless and clean. I don't mind a little sexual interest, but a couple of times the interest was quite disturbing and fetishistic. Both times it was so unpleasant to me that I have avoided those people ever after.
  • I was hiking with my wife's younger sister (20)in the woods. We were in a remote area and she asked if we could stop because she really had to pee. Rather than her go behind a tree, I just turned around. She dropped her panties hiked up her skirt and started. At one point I slightly turned my head to peek, and she stopped mid-stream. She asked if I liked what I saw, in a nasty sarcastic tone, I really thought I was in trouble. Then she sighed and said, "ughhh...all right" I turned around and she was still sqauting, pussy in plain view! "...come on" and I walked over and squatted down right in front of her. Then she spread her pussy open and continued to pee right in front of me! When she was done she grabbed a leaf and wiped herself off. Then, I swear to god, she took her finger and gave it a few quick flicks over her clit!!! We both got up, and she leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek, looked very sweetly and shyly into my eyes, smiled, and said, "don't tell my sister"

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