Dear Readers,
Only 1 sighting in an abbreviated weekend last week, my 10th for April and 22nd of the year. I'm still well behind the 36 I had on this date last year, but am beginning to feel like there will be more female activity soon.
I had an almost-sighting earlier in the week that was more exciting than the sighting I did get. After 70 degree temps most of the week we fell back into cold weather for last weekend. Temps were in the 30's and it was starting to snow Friday night, I was debating if I should go out - but I fell asleep and woke up around 2 a.m., which took care of that!
I did go out Saturday night though, temps were still in the 30's and the early evening rain had stopped by then. Crowds were average sized for April, tons of people spilling out into the streets when bars started closing, (when it didn't seem like that many were out based on the number of cars in the area's parking lots). Yeah, I think more ladies are going to start having bladder problems here in growing frequency in the coming months! The lone sighting came late:
2:16 a.m. - I was walking out of the small parking lot on the corner across the street from a big Irish bar (thought I saw a lady and her boyfriend go to the dumpsters behind a small building there to pee, but it was only the guy). A man was leaned in the open passenger window of an SUV parked in the lot talking to the lady driving, finally he got in and the SUV drove past me as it went to the alley and turned in. I looked at the driver as it passed me, a blonde with long frizzy hair. I walked out of the lot and down the sidewalk towards the next block, near the corner looked into the parking lot on that end and noticed that SUV stopped in the alley behind that lot. It's lights were on and the engine running, the driver's door open. Was the lady peeing? The parking lot there was elevated above the alley so I couldn't see, had to walk back down the block past a building and into the lot from that side and back to the alley some 50 feet behind the SUV and look into the alley. I did and indeed saw the blonde, squatted inside the open door facing the SUV with her bare butt exposed. The ground around her feet was dark, she was looking inside the car talking to the man while she peed. "Shut up, just shut up!", she kept repeatedly saying to him as he was apparently teasing her about peeing in the alley. She took a long piss, nearly 2 minutes before she stood up and pulled up her pants and got back in the SUV. I decided not to try for a shot, mostly because she'd see me coming down the alley if I tried to get closer and I knew a man was in the car. I watched from the edge of the parking lot, a back/side view of her and went to look at her puddle after they finally drove off nearly 10 minutes later (they just sat in the car for awhile before leaving). It looked like a pretty big puddle, but it ran into a drain in the alley so I couldn't tell. She probably picked that spot because of the drain, where much of her evidence would drain away. This was probably the year's biggest piss if I'd been able to see her entire puddle. 
Exciting almost-sighting: On Wednesday afternoon I went to the nearby city park to see one of the few home games played there this year by the nearby high school girls' lacrosse team. I've written about this before, girls teams from the nearby high school (field hockey in the fall, lacrosse in the spring) practicing and playing their home games on a rented field behind the museum and theater at one end of the park, this is because they were club teams and not official high school varsity programs. The museum wouldn't let them put porta potties near the field for the teams, forcing the girls - and people at the games - to have to walk about 3 blocks to a potty in another part of the park or go into the theater, behind the field but about a block walk. This has been more of a problem for the girls on the visiting teams as they often don't know what the bathroom options are and I've seen 1 or 2 of these girls in their uniforms pee under trees in the area before games. I even saw one of the home team girls pee by a tree before the start of practice one afternoon, which has made going to some of these games a must for me. Well things have changed. Both girls' lacrosse and field hockey were sanctioned as official high school sports in the state this year. More schools are fielding teams, which means better access to school facilities for the games. Most of their games were moved to football fields and stadiums with scoreboards and restrooms, they only played 2 or 3 home games in this park this year instead of the 6 or 7 of past years. They start with a JV game at 4 p.m. and the varsity game following about 5:30. Taking my usual spot in a shady area by big trees behind the field on the museum side, the home team girls were very disciplined as nobody had to pee throughout both games. The visiting team is always interesting and midway through the 1st half of the JV game, a group of 5 girls from the visiting school's varsity (who would be playing in game 2) were walking in my direction. They had been going through warm-up drills earlier, all in their pleated uniform miniskirts with knee high white socks (that look much like private school uniforms), with jackets over their jerseys. They were talking, I noticed one of the girls looking around at the ground and trees and as they walked by (about 6 feet from me) this girl said, "Where is the bathroom?" She then turned and walked over to the tree just behind me, flipping up her skirt and reaching under it grabbing at the compression shorts underneath as she was starting to squat. She was going to pee, I couldn't believe it! I was starting to unzip my camera bag (even though I know I shouldn't at these games because these girls are minors), but the girl's teammates were yelling at her to stop it and come with them. She stopped, coming out from under the tree pulling her skirt back down. She never saw me but her teammates did, she ran past them to their school bus parked nearby and I heard her ask the driver where she could use the bathroom. He pointed back to the museum, the other girls told her that's where they were going anyway. They walked off with her running ahead of them, she was in pretty bad shape! I'd like to believe I wouldn't have taken her shot if she'd peed. But this was so damn exciting, I love to catch athletic girls in pleated-skirt uniforms peeing outside (lacrosse/field hockey, cheerleaders, tennis)! I'm glad she didn't pee so I didn't have to deal with what I'd do, but if I keep coming to these games I'm going to find out one day - unless I leave the camera at home!
I've not caught a tennis girl peeing outside, as bathrooms have always been near courts where I've watched matches. I've had a few 'almosts' with cheerleaders who were about to pee but saw me and stopped, but I feel like I've seen them as there are lots of pictures of models in cheerleader uniforms peeing (in both adult mags and on the 'net). Reminds me of my 2 most exciting almost-sightings:
One was about 7 years ago when I was also including an area near my college campus on my nightly walks because there was a hot dance club there then. On the upper level of the student center it drew a lot of sexy ladies in tight clothes on weekends and was a dream because janitors would lock up the restrooms just inside the center entrance before the club opened. The club was upstairs and some ladies would always try to go in before going upstairs to the club and I loved to watch from the upstairs balcony their reactions when they found the door locked. One night a cute Hispanic lady in a tight black miniskirt came in, her arms folded and a pained look on her face. When she saw the bathroom she ran to the door, letting out a loud "AWWW!!..." when she found the door locked. She bent over like she was going to squat right there, again folding her arms and squeezing her legs together. This was such a turn-on to watch, as she ran over to the escalator and started running up it. There was a movie theater there, but a sign was posted in the lobby saying it's restrooms were for movie patrons only (the dance club had restrooms behind it). My mind was made up that if she came to me and asked where an available bathroom was I was going to direct her to another hallway where more locked restrooms were and if she peed after finding those doors locked too - either on the floor or herself - take her picture doing it. When she got to the top of the escalator she looked into the theater, seeing it's sign, then looked over at me. My heart started racing as I was ready for her to walk over and ask me where a bathroom was, but she went into the movie theater. She went to the counter and started immediately pleading with the clerk to let her use their bathroom, crossing her legs and hopping up and down and telling him she had such a bad emergency she was going to pee herself right there in the lobby if he said no. He pointed back towards a hallway where the bathrooms were and she ran off, her arms folded. My heart sank as I felt myself getting very angry, but how could I expect the guy to say no to a lady in her condition?
This was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen!
The club closed about a year later, so I no longer go to that area. The other incident was in college.
I had become friends with a wild Jewish girl named Lizzie who was older than me, had long frizzy red hair and fell hard for one of my friends and was always coming to me to talk about him. She was very aggressive about her sexuality - which both fascinated and scared me a little bit about her - but we flirted with each other a lot and became very good friends. She was coming over to my house one day to meet my parents, we were going to play a prank on them by making a big scene that she just found out she was pregnant and had come over to confront me about it. But I was chickening out while waiting for her to arrive, finally leaving the house and walking down the street hoping to intercept her on the way. I walked about a half-block before seeing her car coming (an old Volkswagen beetle), she stopped and I got in, telling her I was changing the plan as I didn't want to go through with the prank. "We have to go to your house now!", Lizzie said. "Why?", I said. "Let's just go to your apartment." "Kevin, I have to pee so bad I could hardly drive over here!", she said. "We have to go in your house so I can use the bathroom." We drove to the house. I was nervous as we walked up to the front door, fairly certain my parents wouldn't like her when Lizzie nudged me from behind. "Quit walking so slow, I'm gonna pee in my jeans!", she said.
Now I was getting turned on by her predicament and stopped on the front step. "I can't do this!", I said, intentionally trying to delay things. "KEVIN!!", Lizzie shrieked, grabbing my arm. She crossed her legs as we started debating if she should meet my parents, finally she said, "If you don't open the damn door I'm gonna pee in your bushes!" She started walking towards some shrubbery along the front of the house, I wanted to let her do it but guilt wracked me and I grabbed her arm. "OK", I said and stuck my key in the lock and opened the door. We came in, my parents were sitting in the living room watching TV. I introduced Lizzie to them, she went over and shook their hands and started making small talk with them. She kept crossing her legs as she was talking, it was driving me crazy seeing her trying to make a good impression while trying not to pee herself; what if she lost control and peed herself standing in front of them?
After a few minutes she walked over to me smiling. "Well, we're gonna go now!", I said to my parents grabbing Lizzie's arm. "KEVIN!!", Lizzie whispered in my ear, digging her fingernails into my arm. Where's the BATHROOM?? I'm about to pee in my pants!!" "First door on the right!", I said pointing down the hall as she ran off. I was hoping to get her back outside without using the bathroom, but I knew it would be wrong to do that to somebody I knew and liked. She came out a few minutes later, a relaxed smile on her face and kept whispering "Thank you, thank you..." in my ear as we left. My parents never said anything about her so I don't know what they thought of her, she never came over to the house again as I saw her mostly on campus or at her apartment or other places after that. I later met her parents when they came to visit her (her father, a German doctor, told me how his father fled Germany with the family in the Hitler-Nazi days and came to the U.S.). I never told Lizzie how much I was turned on by her almost peeing herself that day. She was probably one of my best friends ever, male or female and I wonder how she would have reacted if she knew. She moved to Arizona probably about 15 years ago to be closer to her aging parents, I haven't heard from her since.

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