Peeing Outdoors at House Parties
One of my cousins grew up in a rural section of Iowa and describes her youth as “a lot of drinking in corn fields”. We don’t have the kind of relationship where I might inquire how much of that translated to peeing in corn fields as well, but my imagination is activated. I grew up more suburban and mainly attended house parties. Guys would avoid using the small number of indoor bathrooms almost as a rule, as a courtesy to the female party guests who couldn’t urinate in backyards as discreetly. That is not to say that no girls ever squatted behind bushes in the yard. I remember being told stories secondhand of young ladies who, unwilling for whatever reason to go inside, would piss in groups in secluded corners of the backyard. One story that particularly captured my imagination was of a young lady who, too inebriated to maintain her balance, fell over mid-leak, laughing hysterically and unable to stop peeing while laying on her back on the ground. That image stayed in my head for a good, long time.
Other images that leap to my mind from those days of late night, outdoor drinking. Two girls squatting on the side of a barn, jeans and panties around their ankles, peeing in unison after a dance. It was too dark to make out their streams. At one point I walked by the house and narrowly missed a boy peeing out of a second story window. I must have been warned by the sound of his pee splattering beside me. I looked up to see his peeing cock in his hand. At the end of the night as I was returning to the parked cars I decided to enjoy one last outdoor piss myself. Just as I was out of my pants and beginning to go I spotted a young lady I had seen throughout the night (she was easy to spot in her sparkly silver pants) squatting at the side of her car. It was still too dark to actually see her stream, but I could hear the sound of her pee hitting the grass, which was lovely.
Other images that leap to my mind from those days of late night, outdoor drinking. Two girls squatting on the side of a barn, jeans and panties around their ankles, peeing in unison after a dance. It was too dark to make out their streams. At one point I walked by the house and narrowly missed a boy peeing out of a second story window. I must have been warned by the sound of his pee splattering beside me. I looked up to see his peeing cock in his hand. At the end of the night as I was returning to the parked cars I decided to enjoy one last outdoor piss myself. Just as I was out of my pants and beginning to go I spotted a young lady I had seen throughout the night (she was easy to spot in her sparkly silver pants) squatting at the side of her car. It was still too dark to actually see her stream, but I could hear the sound of her pee hitting the grass, which was lovely.
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