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  1. 15 points
    After our wetting experience was over, we all three looked at each other, smiling but also realizing nothing would be the same between us. Tara was the first to break the quiet moment. “More drinks?” she asked. Jennifer and I agreed and Tara reached behind the bar and took out some glasses, a bag of ice, some strawberries, a lime, and the bottle of Bacardi. She took all of this to the blender and was soon making us all daiquiris. She handed mine to me and then Jennifer’s and took her own and walked to the other couch across from us. I took a sip and right away tasted the rum. “Strong,” I said, laughing. Tara just smiled her now-familiar wicked smile. “Okay, so I have to know,” Jennifer said. “How long has this been going on?” “What?” Tara asked. “You know what,” Jennifer said. I took another sip of my drink and laughed. “Out with it,” Jennifer said. “Fine,” Tara said, sighing and taking a sip of her drink. “It started when I was in college. I lived in the dorms, and my roommate was a party girl. I didn’t mind, though, because she never partied in the room, and I met a lot of cute guys through her when I joined her at a few parties. But she came back smashed a lot, like almost every night. There was one night she came in and tried to be quiet, but she made a lot of noise struggling to get up into her bunk. I watched her in the darkness but didn’t say anything to let on that I was awake. She eventually gave up trying to climb the ladder and just stood next to our beds. I heard her curse, and then she said, ‘I don’t really want to stumble all the way out there.’ “I had no clue what she was talking about, assuming she was just really drunk, but I kept watching her. She sighed and walked over to the corner of our dorm room. It was a little tougher to see her in the dark corner, but a few seconds after she stepped over there I heard a soft hissing sound. I tried and tried to figure out what it might be, and every time my brain came back to the same thing. She was peeing on our dorm room floor. I finally had to say something.” “’Uhh, Danielle, what are you doing?’ I asked. She gasped, but she didn’t seem to move from her spot in the corner, and the sound continued. ‘I’m really sorry, Tara. I just really had to pee, and I’m too drunk to make it out to the bathroom. I’ll clean it up in the morning, I swear.’ All I could think to say in return was, ‘Umm…okay.’ I was also amazed that she continued to pee a full hissing stream even while talking to me. ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘I really had to go. Ohh, that feels much better.’ I still couldn’t see very well, but the sounds of her pleasure and relief were unmistakable. Speaking of relief…” Tara sat up and spread her legs. She sighed and a steady stream of urine sprayed from between her bare pussy and soaked the couch cushion under her. She took another sip of her drink as she continued to warm her seat with a hot gush of pee. “Mmm, that’s nice,” she said. “Anyway, back to the story,” she continued, still peeing. “Danielle finally stopped peeing, and I really didn’t know what to say. She walked back over and grabbed her covers and pillow from the top bunk and threw them onto the floor next to our bunks. I noticed she was naked from the waist down. ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘I understand if you’re grossed out and you want a new roommate, but I had to go.’ I told her it was okay, that it happens sometimes, and she then asked me if I’ve ever been caught short like that. I told her I had, and she pried further until I told her about an accident after work when we were really busy, and we locked up after closing, and I realized too late that I hadn’t used the bathroom. I didn’t make it home, but had to pull off and still ended up wetting my work uniform. Luckily, no one was up when I got home and I changed and showered.” I heard a hissing sound next to me and looked over to see Jennifer licking her lips and sighing. She was sitting normally, though, but the sound and her expressions of relief made it obvious what she was doing. Tara just smiled and continued her story. “So as I’m telling this, I notice movement under Danielle’s covers. She kind of has her legs apart and I gasp when I realize she’s touching herself. ‘Are you masturbating?’ I asked. ‘I am,’ she said. ‘Alcohol makes me randy as hell.’ I laughed. ‘And so does peeing.’ ‘Peeing makes you horny?’ I asked. I was more confused than bothered by it. ‘Well, not like any peeing. It’s not like I get off every time I go to the bathroom. But, like…what I just did…and like in your story…I get off on peeing places I shouldn’t.’ I honestly didn’t know what to say, but I could hear her still rubbing herself like it didn’t even matter that I was right there. And to be honest, I felt kind of horny, too, just from hearing her sighs of pleasure.” I moved in my seat, feeling the pressure in my bladder grow, but I wasn’t ready to release it yet. Tara and Jennifer both looked at me, probably expecting something. “Sorry,” I said, “not yet.” They both laughed. “Anyway, she kept rubbing herself, and in spite of how awkward this whole thing was I found myself reaching under my covers and slipping a finger between my panties to rub myself, too, but being as quiet and subtle as I could. It didn’t matter, though, because Danielle wasn’t subtle at all. Her sighs had become moans and gasps, and I could see her silhouette in the dark room squirming and writhing. She was really into it. ‘Oh my god,’ she said, ‘I’m gonna come. Ohhh!’ She moved and bucked and gasped and then stretched out on the floor and sighed as her climax ended. The sounds of her pleasure and the feel of my fingers stroking my clitoris sent me into my own orgasm, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming, too.” “Wow,” Jennifer said. “Oh, that’s not even the end,” Tara said. As I was coming down, Danielle said, ‘Oh, I always have to pee after I come. Ah, what the hell.’ And I kid you not, she just sighed and I heard her warm pee dribbling as she just laid there and let it out. ‘Sorry,’ she said again. ‘I really will clean it up in the morning.’ I told her it was no big deal, but then I realized I also had to go.” I finally felt the pressure growing enough that I needed relief, so I sat up in my seat, put my legs under me and spread them slightly. I sighed and let my pee go in a steady dribble that splashed against the couch cushion. I sat back and relaxed as I felt some of it absorb into the cushion under me, warming my bottom, and some of it continued to splash and dribble all over my butt, vagina and thighs. “Nice,” Tara said and smiled at me. “Anyway, I knew I needed to pee, too, now, so I had this debate in my head. Do I get up and make the trip down the hall to the bathroom? Thinking that was the sensible thing to do, I sat up and started to get out of bed. Danielle asked where I was going, and I told her. ‘Seriously?’ she said. ‘I just peed on our dorm room floor…twice. You don’t have to walk out there if you don’t want.’ I sat still, wondering if she was serious. ‘For real, Tara. This might be the only time you don’t have to walk all the way down the hall just to pee.’ I laughed. ‘Well what do you want me to do, pee on the floor, too?’ I asked. ‘Do whatever you want,’ she said. ‘Just go over in the corner like I did.’ I couldn’t believe this was happening, but it was kind of thrilling, too. I wanted to, but it seemed so wrong. ‘You really don’t mind?’ I asked. She laughed. ‘No, I don’t mind.’ I heard hissing next to me again and looked to see Jennifer smiling and biting her lip as she warmed the cushion under her again. “Ohhh, god,” she said as the hissing grew louder and I could see a puddle forming under her before soaking slowly into the cushion. “Feel good?” Tara asked. Jennifer just nodded. “So, I got up from my bed and walked over to the corner of the room. I felt the wet carpet on my feet and giggled, surprised that I wasn’t more grossed out that I had just stepped in my roommate’s pee. But by now I knew I would be adding to it anyway. I felt the pressure growing, so I stood still and waited until I knew I couldn’t hold it any longer. I knew I wanted to try just standing there and going through my panties like Danielle had done, but at first nothing would come out. ‘Just close your eyes,’ Danielle said, ‘and imagine you’re in the bathroom, on the toilet, about to go.’ I did as she said, and still nothing. ‘Have you ever peed in the shower?’ she asked. I said yes, that I had, lots of times. ‘Picture that, then,’ she said. I closed my eyes and imagined I was standing in the shower. I could feel my pee getting close, so I reached down and pulled my panties aside. Within a few seconds, a small dribble started and I gasped when it came out. Danielle laughed. ‘Feels good, doesn’t it?’ All I could do was mumble as the dribble became a steady flow that trickled down my legs and splashed to the floor. Not caring anymore, I brought my legs together and sighed as I just emptied my bladder into my panties and let it run down my legs. I gasped again, and I must have had another small orgasm because my knees got weak and I thought I was going to collapse with pleasure. When I finished, I slipped my soaked panties off, left them in the floor, and crawled back into bed. I could hear more dribbling coming from Danielle. ‘Sorry,’ she said, ‘had to go some more.’ I laughed. “Two more times that night I heard dribbling and hissing coming from Danielle. And when the alarm woke us up the next morning, she looked up at me and smiled as she emptied her morning bladder right there where she lay. The carpet under her was soaked. I smiled and sat up at the foot of my bed, facing the corner where we had peed the night before. I could see the dark wet spots from where we had peed there. I had to pee, too, but instead of getting up and walking to the corner I just hung my legs over the edge of the bed and scooted my bare bottom out then let it go. That was the beginning of a friendship that messed me up forever. We scrubbed the dorm floors, but after that Danielle and I looked for opportunities to pee other places: the library, lounges, at parties, and sometimes we would sneak off and masturbate. That was how it started.” Jennifer and I both applauded, and Tara leaned forward into a small bow. When she sat back up, she smiled and sighed and we could see a puddle forming under her again. “And now I’ve messed you two up,” she said. We all laughed.
  2. 14 points
    This story is a continuation of the stories with my characters Nina and Katie. Thank you so much for your continued feedback and criticism -- you all have been very welcoming and accepting of my stories! Without further ado... This story contains content that may be objectionable to some, namely themes of vandalism, theft, and malicious intent. All characters and events are works of fiction. Thank you! Pee Vandalism with Nina and Katie - Stress Relief --------------------- "For fuck's sake, Nina! Make up your mind!" Katie squirmed around as her raven-haired friend calmly walked around, meandering between the designer lingerie and formalwear. "I thought we came out to make me feel better, but you're just pissing me off!" Nina turned to look at her blonde bestie and flashed an innocent smile. It was true after all -- Katie had been in a bad mood because her client last night insisted on watching her repair his leaky faucet; she had no opportunities for the naughtiness she so looked forward to during her jobs. To help lift her spirits, Nina decided to take her friend to the immense shopping mall downtown. "I think I'm juuust about done," Nina replied coyly to Katie who was now bouncing around. Since the department store they were in wasn't crowded in the least, Nina knew that Katie wouldn't hesitate to squat down on the carpet and relieve herself in plain sight if she reached her limit. After picking out one more dress from the shelf, Nina motioned to Katie with her head. "Okay, I'm ready!" Katie grumbled something inaudible as she hopped over to Nina. As she looked at the clothes Nina had chosen, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. "WHY did you pick so many? You know this store is hella expensive and I swear you just went and picked up the most expensive shit!" By now, Nina was grinning widely. "Yup!" she winked as she grabbed her friend by the arm and hastily led her -- not to checkout -- but to the fitting rooms. As she closed an empty stall's door behind them, Nina could see Katie's eyes start to light up as she began to put two and two together. "Well?" Nina asked with a smirk. "You have to piss right?" Nina knew her friend well. She knew that the best way to raise Katie's spirits was to let her fuck things up in her own kinky way. She knew that there was nothing that gave Katie more pleasure than to vandalize things at the expense of others for her own relief -- the more destructive, the better. The added bonus for such impish behavior in the mall of all places was the fact that someone would inevitably have to clean up after the girls... but this was of no concern to them. For the first time that day, Katie smiled. "Ninaaaa you're such a dirty bitch!" Katie laughed approvingly as she began to unzip her black sports jacket. Prepared as always, the athletic young blonde surprised her friend by revealing the fact that she was not wearing underwear. Beneath her jacket, she wore the shortest of skirts -- if it could even be called that as it displayed Katie's pussy in full view -- and nothing else. With her jacket open, Katie stood topless with her breasts out and no fabric to interrupt the urine that she so desperately wanted to release. Still, Katie controlled herself. "Whatcha get, then?" Katie asked as she hastily continued to bounce in place. "Seriously, check out the price tags on these!" Nina exclaimed as she held up the designer lingerie that she had picked out. "You'll like this one!" she quipped as she showed Katie a crotchless white thong that somehow just seemed to make the act they were about to commit more disrespectful. "Nice!" Katie grinned as she ripped off the tag and pulled it on. "As for the dresses..." Nina continued with a smirk, "just piss on em. I chose the most expensive ones they had!" Nina could see Katie's nipples hardening as her friend was no doubt imagining herself ruining such expensive merchandise with her pee. Horny at the thought as well, Nina began to strip her own clothing off to stand in front of Katie in the nude. Then, after carefully hanging her clothes and Katie's jacket on the door hanger, Nina also proceeded to don some of the lingerie that was about to be ruined -- more white articles of clothing made out of the finest textiles. Finally, Nina neatly laid the dresses out all over the carpet, in clear shot of Katie's shaven pussy. Altogether, hundreds of dollars of garments adorned the floor. Katie was now breathing heavily, clearly savoring the moments building up to her naughtiness. As the blonde yet struggled to prolong this anticipation, a few droplets of amber began to patter down onto the silken white gown directly beneath her. Nina provocatively knelt down in front of her friend, popping a nipple out of her bra and running her fingers over her covered pussy. "Pee." Nina murmured seductively. Katie let out a small moan as she squat down slightly and began to spray her warm urine all over the clothes on the floor -- including those worn by Nina. The stream soon became an audible hiss and she peed with enough force to send drops of yellow ricocheting across the stall. Nina found herself awash with ecstasy as Katie's warm piss danced across her body and the fine textiles beneath her. Her friend was quite intentionally swaying her hips from side to side to leave nothing in the room unsoaked. The walls were dripping with urine, the carpet beneath them began to squelch, the lighter colored garments were stained an unsightly yellow, ...and her friend was still peeing. Thoroughly enjoying every moment, Katie got down on her hands and knees while continuing to pee steadily. She arched her back and aimed her round little tush (which was nicely accentuated by her useless thong) towards the clothes that could still soak up some of her urine. Holding the sopping articles in her hands, she held them up to her peeing pussy to cause maximum damage, and continued to do so until her stream slowed to a small trickle before stopping completely. "Ahh!" Katie let out a satisfied sigh, showing no signs of remorse for having destroyed hundreds of dollars worth of clothing purely for her pleasure. Indeed, nothing in the small fitting room lay dry. The garments were a sopping mess, the carpet was saturated with her piss, and even the walls showed urine stains that may or may not clean off. Nina ran her hands through her hair -- she was covered in her friend's piss, and the experience only made her hornier. She snapped off her bra and panties by ripping through the delicate fabric, casually tossing them into the pile of soaking fabric. "Here, let me get you something to wipe with!" Nina giggled mischievously as she tore the fabric from one of the dresses to hand her friend. Katie laughed as she accepted the obviously wet piece of fabric and ran it across her pussy nonetheless. She then tore off the thong that had been so powerless to stop her urine, scrunched it up, and tossed it into the pile as well. "Well that felt DAMN good!" Katie exclaimed, obviously in much better spirits. "Let's get dressed and get out of here!" Since Katie wasn't quite as soaked as Nina, she quickly slipped on her skirt and covered her exposed skin with her jacket. She then stepped out of the stall, peered around, and snatched up a cute little sweater to bring back to Nina. "Here, dry yourself off with this." Nina did as she was told, dropped the sweater to the floor, and dressed herself to leave the scene of the crime. Now that Katie had set the mood, Nina now had to plot some naughtiness of her own... "Yep, I know that look," Katie smiled as she hurriedly left the store with her friend. "You need to take a piss now too. Don't worry, I think I know just the place!" Nina stood wide-eyed in front of the store her friend brought her to. "A bookstore?!" Nina gasped as her face began to redden. "Aw don't worry!" Katie chuckled, "I've pissed here before! The place is huge and there's no one ever around. Plus," Katie added with a mischievous smile, "the place has rows and rows of toilet paper for you to pick from!" This seemed to sell Nina on the idea. Not only was she too horny to actually care, the idea of defiling books of all things proved too tantalizing to handle. Plus, this was a perfect opportunity for her to use her new article of clothing. "Surprise!" Nina announced sweetly as she pulled out a white crotchless thong from her handbag. It was identical to the one Katie had worn earlier, but it clearly hadn't been worn. "You little minx!" Katie laughed in amusement. Nina had stolen it from the store -- an activity that neither girl was a stranger to -- and now she clearly intended to use it. "You saw the price!" Nina giggled as she quickly slipped into a corner of the bookstore. Katie had been right -- the store was practically empty and Nina had no problem staying out of sight as she tugged off the black panties that she wore under her own skirt and put on the thong. "The fresh air on my pussy feels nice," Nina whispered to Katie with a laugh. "Now let's see... what do I want to piss on?" Katie was excited. Since Nina was wearing a skirt, it wouldn't be hard to be discreet while peeing unhampered with underwear. As Nina set out to find a secluded area as far as possible from the checkout counter, Katie browsed around for books that would be fun to vandalize. Without paying any attention to the titles themselves, Katie walked around the aisles looking only at the prices. After some deliberation, the naughty little blonde picked out a large book with elegant gold-tipped pages. Plenty of absorbent material here. Nina settled on an aisle towards the back of the store that offered large bookshelves filled with heavy books that would hide her misdeeds. It was about time too -- Nina didn't have the same bladder control as her friend and was starting to feel the desperate urge to relieve herself. "Thanks!" she grinned as Katie came back to hand her the book. "This is perfect!" Slightly disappointed that stripping would prove difficult in the store, Katie instead opted to whip out her phone to make a video of her friend's naughty pee. Nina was now squirming a little bit, clearly intending to hold her bladder for as long as possible. Finally, Nina's little pee-pee dance seemed to become too much for the meek raven-haired girl to bear and Nina hastily put the book on the floor, pages open to soak up any liquids that may be dribbled against them. Then, to Katie's surprise, Nina pulled up her skirt to flash her ass and uncovered pussy, twirled around, and sat down on the book. "You wanted a show, right?" Nina giggled as she wriggled around to feel the pages crinkle beneath her ass cheeks. Clearly caught in the thrill of the act, Nina also pulled up her shirt to flash the camera her erect nipples. "Here it comes~!" Nina whispered in a sing-song voice. Katie watched her friend relax her muscles and began to see her start to dribble a golden stream of urine across the book's pages. Nina was intentionally peeing slowly, but Katie could still make out a soft hiss as Nina's pee began to slowly pool into the book's spine and spread across the pages. Getting bolder about the damage she was causing, Nina then adopted a squatting position and began to pee with more force. Though the sounds were still muffled, anyone in the aisle could clearly make out the telltale sounds of urine splattering against paper. Nina giggled to herself as she reached below her to flip through the pages. As she continued to pee with more force, she watched as her piss quickly saturated page after page before starting to pool around the soggy book into the carpet. Katie watched with glee as the book lay soaked in her friend's pee. But then, as she continued to watch her friend relieve herself, Katie gasped. Nina still had plenty of urine to spare, and was not intent on stopping at ruining just one book. Clearly horny from the vandalism she was committing, Nina stood up and aimed her pussy directly at the books sitting on the shelf in front of her. Unapologetically, Nina pissed strong and hard over the books, treating the entire shelf as if it were her own personal urinal. She swayed her hips from side to side to drench as many books as possible, watching as her urine pooled on the upper shelves only to drip down to the shelves below. She kept this up until her warm spray slowed, and emptied the last of her urine directly onto the carpet below her. Katie sat in awe. This girl was fearless. If anyone had come close to entering the aisle, the two of them would have been caught red-handed. Nina had just ruined an entire shelf of books, doubtlessly causing irreversible damage. Calmly, Nina walked over to one of the books on the shelf opposite to her and ripped out a page. Toilet paper indeed. Gleeful at the added insult to injury, Nina ended up tearing out pages from a couple different books to wipe her pussy with, then promptly dropped them over the sopping book that she had been sitting on. Katie whispered excitedly, "Fuck yeah, girl! Let's get out of here though -- this entire aisle smells like your piss!" As Nina quickly adjusted her clothes to cover herself back up, she accidentally stepped on the book that she had so thoroughly peed over. "What book was this, anyways?" Nina asked, amused at the squelching mess of papers beneath her feet. Katie laughed. "The Bible, you dirty bitch!" She took Nina's hand and began to lead her out of the store before she heard a voice from the counter. "Young ladies?" A kind voice inquired. "Is there anything I could help you two angels find today?" With her heart pounding, Katie quickly thanked the clerk and declined so that they could escape as quickly as possible. When the two girls finally felt far enough away to breathe easy, Katie couldn't help but feel giddy. "Angels, huh?" she giggled, watching Nina smirk. No angels would be caught dead engaging in the sinful lust the two girls had participated in that evening. The girls had ruined an immense amount of property -- they vandalized the belongings of others with their pee for pure pleasure and nothing else. Katie felt aroused at the thought of Nina's book still sitting in the aisle, covered with pee, and the fact that someone else would have to clean up after her horny little escapade. "Feel better, Katie?" Nina asked sweetly, herself feeling satisfied from their actions that day. "...yeah," replied Katie with a smile. "Can't wait to go back next time!"
  3. 13 points
    An idea I've had in my head for a while. I'm planning for this to be an 'anthology'-type series rather than a long-running story arc. Shoutout to @Vassal, whose great story about Lavatria was one of the inspirations for the country where the rules don't apply -- hope you don't mind me pilching your ideas ... __________________________________ Before Simon had even found his seat on the weekly plane from Copenhagen to Kaymala, he could tell it was no ordinary place he was going. He had been stood in the queue to board the plane for what felt an age; first in the airport gate, then on the walkway, and then -- even once they'd boarded the plane -- there was a queue down the aisle as the people ahead stowed their luggage and got themselves seated. It seemed even more painfully slow than the London to Copenhagen flight before this had been to board. Of course, this wasn't too unexpected. The handful of travel blogs he'd been able to find for the little-known nation of Kaymala had warned not to expect snap-to-it efficiency from the locals. Kaymalans tended to have a more laidback, laissez-faire attitude to life -- and, as one of the blogs had said, wasn't that the point of going? Still, Simon's backpack was heavy, and the plane seemed uncomfortably hot. He was looking forward to sitting down. His first sighting of one of the unique aspects of Kaymalan life occurred while he was in that queue. They had come to a standstill about a quarter of the way down the plane. In front of Simon, a middle-aged man in a chequered shirt was shifting from foot to foot in what Simon had taken to be impatience. The queue showed no sign of moving. Suddenly the man in front of Simon shrugged, turned slightly to face an empty row of seats beside him, and unfastened his flies. Simon watched, wide-eyed, as the man peed on the floor in front of the empty seats. Piss arced forward in a clear stream, before splashing up from the hard floor and leaving damp flecks on the surrounding seats. Noticing Simon's gaze, the man gave him a friendly nod before turning his attention back to what he was doing. As the man shook himself dry, Simon glanced around the cabin. None of the other passengers seemed at all perturbed by the man now refastening his flies in the middle of the crowded plane. Of course, they were Kaymalans and were perfectly used to that sort of thing. This was their normal. In fact, now he was alert to it, Simon could see several of the other Kaymalans making themselves at home. Many of the other passengers had started to remove their outer clothing in the heated cabin. A few women had stripped down to their underwear, and at least one that Simon could see was naked from the waist up. A girl a few rows down was squatting to pee on the floor in front of her chair, chatting amicably with her friend as she did so. Beside Simon, a man in a business suit had booted up his laptop and was conspicuously watching porn while loosening his belt. It was as though these people were no sooner off foreign soil and into the Kaymala-owned aircraft than they couldn't wait to get back to the Kaymalan lifestyle. Simon couldn't help but stare at these sights, even though he knew that by doing so he was singling himself out as a tourist. The peeing teenager and her friend giggled at the astonished stare he gave them as he passed. The topless woman gave him a friendly wave when he tried and failed to be surreptitious in his ogling. The flight attendant raised her eyebrows at the way he gazed at her short skirt and low top. At last Simon reached his seat, almost at the very back of the plane. He had the window seat. The aisle seat was already taken by a blonde woman of about his own age, wearing a yellow sundress and black leggings. She stood up to let him pass, and he stowed his bag and sat down gratefully. Before she resumed her own seat, Simon was surprised to see her reach under her sundress and pull down both her leggings and panties. She folded these and pushed them inside her handbag, saying something to him in Kaymalan and laughing. Simon laughed as well, rather awkwardly. Her dress swayed as she clambered back into her seat, flashing him a brief glimpse of a shaved pussy. She either didn't notice she had flashed him or didn't care much, because she simply pulled out the in-flight magazine and started leafing through it. He turned to look out of the window, not wanting to come across as rude by staring. The plane taxied to the runway, accelerated, and took flight. The captain's voice came over the intercom to tell us, in Kaymalan and English, that we had left Copenhagen in good time, that we would land in Kaymala in just under two hours and -- her voice took on a reassuring tone -- that Kaymalan laws were of course in effect during the flight. Now he saw it up close, Simon noticed some of the ways this plane was set up for the Kaymalans. Each seat had its own footwell, sunk below the level of the floor, each with a sloping floor and a drain in one corner. On top of that, there was no carpet anywhere; the floors were plastic and rubber, and the seats were upholstered in leather. Even the in-flight magazine was printed on laminated paper to protect it from the damp. Simon couldn't help wondering if this wasn't a better system than the one the rest of the world used. The plane had a single toilet at the very back, but he didn't see a single person queueing outside it all flight. The blonde girl said something else to Simon. From her tone he thought it was a question. “I'm sorry, I don't understand,” he said. “Oh, you speak English?” she said, switching fluidly into English herself. “Where are you from?” “England, actually,” Simon said. “From London.” “Ah. Wow. We don't see many from England here,” she said. “Perhaps you find us a little strange?” Simon shrugged. “Some people do, I suppose.” “Anyway, what I said was, mind your feet,” she said. She folded back the front of her dress, baring her pussy for all to see, and she shuffled forward to the edge of her seat. Simon watched avidly as she used two fingers to spread her lips, and directed a stream of pee with some force into the space below the seat in front of her. Her piss was yellowish in colour, and smelt quite strongly. “To me, I think it's Europe that's strange,” she said, not taking her eyes off her stream. “So many rules.” Her stream petered out after a few seconds. She pushed out a couple of extra spurts, then wiped herself on the front of her dress, to Simon's chagrin putting her vagina out of view again. She went back to reading through the magazine, clearly thinking nothing of what had just happened. Simon knew that Kaymalans rarely travelled abroad. The culture of the tiny country was so unique, even compared to the rest of Scandinavia, that most Kaymalans preferred to stay within its borders. The country attracted very little tourism, perhaps for the same reasons. For Simon, though, the culture was a part of the attraction. He imagined finding a quiet beach resort, doing a spot of nude surfing, then going into a beachside bar where you could drink cocktails and piss on the floor until the sun set. Perhaps he would meet a girl at the bar, and they might find another Kaymalan way of passing the time. Looking around the cabin now that the seatbelt signs had been turned off, Simon could certainly see how Kaymalans liked to spend two hours when they were locked in a plane. Across the aisle from him, a truly beautiful woman with lush hair and gorgeous breasts had taken off her seatbelt and knelt down to give her boyfriend head. In front, the girl he had seen peeing earlier and her friend were both moaning, each with one hand down the other's trousers. In the row behind Simon, an older couple had leant their chairs back and were screwing each other under a blanket. Simon almost laughed at the blanket -- a bizarre gesture towards privacy. And yet among all this, there were also people reading the newspapers, playing games on their phones, listening to music. A clatter from the kitchens momentarily caught Simon's attention. Two flight attendants were busily preparing a drinks trolley to bring around. Both women had removed the uniform tops they had worn at the airport, revealing two pairs of full breasts. They now wore just gloves, boots, and their short, black skirts. After a few minutes they seemed to finish preparing the trolley, but they didn't bring it out straight away. As Simon watched, the closest lady to him reached under her skirt with one hand. For a few seconds she seemed to fiddle about with something up there. Then a stream of urine poured straight down between her legs. She didn't bother to squat but stayed standing, leaning on the side with her free hand and keeping up an uninterrupted conversation with the other stewardess. If he only looked at her from the waist up Simon would have had no idea that she was pissing in the middle of the kitchen floor. Once the woman had quite relieved herself, they brought the drinks trolley round. The couple behind Simon paused mid-coitus to order two glasses of wine. Simon himself ordered a coffee. The blonde woman next to him ordered the same, and also asked for some tissues. Simon took the coffee and sipped it cautiously. He was aware of a growing burden in his own bladder, which he would probably have to take care of before they landed. The blonde woman said something to Simon, but he didn't quite catch it -- he was distracted by the lush-haired woman across the aisle, who was now wiping her mouth and asking the stewardess for a glass of water, while her boyfriend fastened his trousers. “What was that?” Simon asked. “I said, how do you find Kaymalan people so far?” the blonde woman repeated. “I like it,” Simon said. “It's very different from home, but … in a good way.” The woman was fishing in her handbag. “Do you mind if I use this? I wouldn't ask, but since you're not Kaymalan I thought I'd check.” She pulled a vibrator from the bag and looked at Simon questioningly. Simon was taken aback once again, and not sure how to respond. He settled for saying, “Go for it.” She started to attend to herself, leaning back in her chair, eyes closed. Because her eyes were closed, Simon thought that there was no harm in him watching, which he did quite intently. Before long she began to moan under her breath. Her moans mingled with the grunts and gasps coming from the other passengers, creating a strange surround-sound of pleasure, punctuated by the occasional spatter of somebody pissing on the floor. The air in the plane had taken on a distinctive smell -- not the usual plane smell of unwashed bodies and bad breath, but various flavours of urine mixed together with cum and the smell that comes from sweaty naked people. Simon finished his coffee, still keeping one eye on the woman with the vibrator. He was damned horny, but more pressingly his bladder was feeling quite heavy now. It was time to do something about that. The blonde woman's eyes opened. Simon turned away quickly, trying to pretend he hadn't been staring, but she only laughed. “It's okay if you want to watch,” she said. “A Kaymalan would watch without feeling embarrassed.” Simon cleared his throat. “I was actually wondering … do you mind if I pee here? I sort of need to go.” At that she laughed again. “What else are you going to do, walk over to the toilet?” “So … should I stand up, or …” “It's up to you. Act like a Kaymalan: do whatever the fuck you want.” Simon shrugged and unfastened his jeans. He pulled his cock out with some difficulty; he had one hell of an erection. He adjusted his position in his chair and aimed down as much as he could. It took him a few seconds to get going. Perhaps he was shy. He had peed at urinals and sometimes in the swimming pool, but never anywhere as public as this. Eventually it started to come. He felt a mounting pressure in his bladder, becoming a tingling feeling as it moved towards his cock. At first only a few dribbles came, but then -- he relaxed some muscles and pushed with others -- then came a proper stream. It struck the back of the chair in front and spray flew off in all directions. He could feel droplets soaking into his jeans, and was sure a similar amount must have landed on the blonde girl's bare legs. Most of his piss washed down the chair back like a waterfall. It collected in the chair pocket before pouring out through holes that had been cut in the bottom. The blonde woman was watching through one eye, still panting as she moved the vibrator around. “You're learning quickly,” she said. “You have a good stream.” Simon kept pushing until his bladder was empty. His stream slowed to a dribble, then stopped completely. He shook himself off and squeezed to get the last drop of pee from the end of his penis, ignoring the shiver it sent through him to touch himself in his state of arousal. “You also have quite a stiffy there,” said the blonde girl. “Do you mind if I touch it?” “If you like,” said Simon. Thumbing her vibrator off, the woman reached over and wrapped one hand around his cock. Her skin was cool against his warmth. Her long fingers explored their way around his shaft, finding all the tender spots. He felt his breathing quicken, and she smirked. With her spare hand, she tucked the vibrator back into her handbag. “I don't think we need that any more,” she said. She pushed the armrest between them out of the way, and climbed up onto his chair, so that she was sitting astride his legs, facing him. She kept one hand on his cock and used the other to lift her skirt aside, as she guided him into her. “Let's give you a proper Kaymalan welcome,” she said, as she started to move forward and backward. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide, and Simon was sure the same must be true of him. In what felt like no time at all Simon felt himself reach his climax. He came inside her, shooting his fluid deep inside. She continued to grind against him, and a few minutes later she came as well, letting out a gasp that turned into a moan as her body tensed against his. For a few minutes they leant against each other, panting. The captain's voice came over the intercom to announce that she was turning the seatbelt signs back on as they began their descent. Several people groaned. The blonde woman laughed. “I think a few people will be finishing themselves off this flight,” she said. She clambered back into her own seat, using the tissues the stewardess had given her to wipe around her vagina, his cock and the front of his trousers. “Well, thank you for that. A more enjoyable flight than I expected to have.” “Likewise,” Simon said. “I never asked your name, by the way.” “It's Simon.” “Ellen,” she said, shaking his hand. “Look me up while you're in town.” The plane landed at the island's tiny airport, and the passengers started to file out. Ahead of Simon in the aisle he saw Ellen stop, lift her skirt and pee standing, her stream washing over the aisle's polished floor and slowly draining away. A few rows further on, he passed a man who was enthusiastically pissing over an entire row of chairs, watching the pee collect in the leather seats. At the plane doors, a topless stewardess smiled and bowed at Simon. “Welcome to Kaymala,” she said. Simon smiled. He was going to like it here.
  4. 10 points
    “Okay, you have to tell us more,” Jennifer begged. We were working our way through another round of drinks when she said this, and she nearly spilled her drink with excitement. Tara laughed. “Well, what do you want me to tell?” “Anything,” Jennifer said, “about you and Danielle. What else did you do?” “Well,” Jennifer said, “I can tell you about this little ladies night thing, kind of like what we’re doing right now. When I say little, I mean it was like five of us. It was about a month after our night in the dorm room and by this point, as I said, we had become more adventurous with our peeing experiences. The fun started on the cab ride over to the party, though, when Danielle gave me a look and then scooted forward in her seat and slid the back of her skirt up. A few seconds later she was peeing through her panties and it was dribbling quietly over the edge of the seat and to the floorboard. I tried to hide my smile as I checked to make sure the driver was not wise to what was happening. But she didn’t seem worried at all and just smiled. “She had told me earlier that we were going to a little party at her friend Kiki’s house. There were no guys there, just some girls and some drinks. I remembered Kiki from our high school days when a bunch of them spent the night at my house and a game of Truth or Dare became a game to see who could hold their pee the longest. I did not win, by the way. I looked at Danielle and said, ‘Wait a minute, the same Kiki?’ Danielle laughed and any nervousness I felt about going to a party at some stranger’s house was gone now. “We pulled up to this nice two-story house, and I could already see people on the porch, a familiar-looking brunette with long, curly hair and a sporty-looking body, a thinner brunette with straight hair, and another brunette who was obviously older and a little more plus-sized but no less attractive. ‘That’s Kiki’s mom, Cheryl,’ Danielle said. ‘Don’t worry, she’s cool.’ I smiled, and I honestly could not stop looking at this woman who just seemed so classically beautiful, not knock-out hot but just so womanly. ‘Oh, there’s something else,’ Danielle said. ‘I figure I should tell you before you get surprised. Kiki and Cheryl are the ones who got me started with peeing.’” Not even waiting for a pause in Tara’s story, I parted my legs, sighed, and soaked the couch under me. I licked my lips as it swirled around my crotch and she continued. “I know my jaw dropped, but I was smiling, too. ‘So,’ I said, ‘you’re saying there might be some peeing at this girls’ night thing?’ Danielle just smiled at me. ‘I wouldn’t say “might be,”’ she said. I just smiled wider. “We hopped out of the car and right away the curly brunette ran from the porch and greeted Danielle with a big hug and then an unexpected kiss on the mouth. Danielle introduced me Kiki and I both hugged, remembering each other. Pretty soon we were being led onto the porch where I was introduced to Lara, who was the thinner girl, and of course Cheryl. I didn’t mean to stare, but I’m pretty sure I was. But she smiled and greeted me, and I did my best to smile back. “’So,’ Kiki said, ‘did she already tell you?’ I smiled and nodded. ‘Yeah,’ I said, ‘and trust me, I’m totally okay with it.’ And to prove it, I stood right there on their porch and soaked my panties.” “Oh my god,” Jennifer said. “You just pissed yourself on a stranger’s porch?” Jennifer was squirming again, and I knew she was holding her pee until she was ready to burst. I also knew she would probably have another orgasm when she did. “Well, they weren’t all strangers. I knew Kiki and Danielle.” “Yeah, but the other two…” “I think that’s why I did it,” Tara said. “Especially Kiki’s mom, Cheryl. She was just looking at me, smiling, and when I let go I could tell she was pleased.” “Tell us more!” Jennifer said. Tara and I laughed at her childlike eagerness. “Well, they all watched me soak my panties and let it dribble down my legs and Lara said, ‘Yep, she’s one of us.’ And we all had a good laugh at that until Cheryl led us inside. It was a nice house, but I smiled when the first thing I noticed was dark furniture, a couch and loveseat obviously vinyl, and dark carpet. Cheryl told me I could take my wet panties off if I wanted and she could wash them, or I could leave them on. I slid them off and was surprised when she just grabbed them like they were her own and walked down the hallway. ‘Make yourself at home,’ Kiki said and pointed to the furniture. “I sat on the couch at the far left end and Danielle sat in the middle next to me with Lara to her right. Kiki sat in the recliner, leaving the empty loveseat for Cheryl. We started talking and reminiscing about our days on the swim team, about how Danielle and I had lucked into becoming roommates in college, about Kiki going to beauty school. Pretty soon Cheryl was back with drinks and food. She had some wine coolers and a tray of cheese and crackers and some vegetables. She sat them on the coffee table and took her place on the loveseat. We munched and talked some more, and I looked over and saw Cheryl sitting up in her seat. ‘Excuse me, girls,’ she said, and we watched her as she unsnapped her jeans, pulled them and her panties down, and sat back into the loveseat. A few seconds later we could hear a hissing sound as she started peeing right into her seat. I watched it dribble out of her and sort of swirl around at her crotch, because the couch was vinyl so it wasn’t going to absorb or anything, but she just sat there and kept pissing, making her puddle bigger until it started dripping over the front and onto the carpet.” “Okay, I’m going to, OHhhhh!” Jennifer screamed, and sure enough a loud, splashing torrent of warm pee flowed out of her and soaked the couch cushion under her. She gasped and scooted back, still blasting the cushion with a steady stream that sprayed her thighs and the couch. I was not surprised when she reached her hand down and touched her vagina, not caring that she was still peeing all over her fingers. I could feel some of it splashing on my bare legs, and I could not help but feel my own pussy getting wet. Tara did not continue talking but was also watching Jennifer. To our surprise, she stood up and came over to Jennifer. Without hesitation, she knelt down right between Jennifer’s knees and allowed her warm pee to spray all over her breasts. Then her lips were on Jennifer’s, who did not stop her and who was still peeing against Tara’s stomach now. I couldn’t help myself any longer and sat back, spread my legs, and started rubbing my clit. Tara saw me and stood up, her breasts and tummy dripping with shiny pee. We all three seemed to be caught up in the mood of her story and everything that had happened so far. “Let me help you with that,” she said. She stepped closer and I watched as she spread her pussy lips. “Keep rubbing,” she said. I obeyed and she sighed as her warm pee squirted out and splashed first my legs and then up to my vagina. I couldn’t hold back a scream as I rubbed harder, feeling her hot stream against my clit and dripping down between my legs. I could see Jennifer kneeling beside me now, with one hand buried between her legs and another reaching out to caress Tara’s ass. When Tara’s flow finally stopped, she knelt down on the floor in front of me. “Let’s masturbate each other,” she said. I took my hand away and looked at Jennifer, who also took her own hand away and scooted closer to me. I reached over and placed my hand between Jennifer’s legs. She did the same for Tara, who already had her hand caressing my vagina. “I have to pee again,” I said. “Go ahead,” Tara said, but she did not stop rubbing. I threw my head back in ecstasy as I let go. The combined feeling of my warm pee dribbling out of me and Tara’s fingers slipping in and out of my vagina and around my clitoris was enough to bring my orgasm hard and fast. I started panting and could hear Jennifer moaning and breathing more heavily. I opened my eyes and looked at Tara, who was still kneeling on the floor, eyes closed and head thrown back as Jennifer rubbed harder and faster. Tara moaned and I could see a clear dribble of pee flowing out of her, all over Jennifer’s and, and to the carpet. This must have set her off because she rubbed me harder, and I gasped and started rubbing Jennifer harder, until my climax came and I threw my head back again, screaming and moaning. Jennifer and Tara joined me. I slumped back into the couch, panting as the last dribbles of my pee warmed the couch again. Tara lay on me, her head on my breasts, and Jennifer slumped onto my right shoulder. “And the night still isn’t over yet,” Tara said. "I need to finish my story."
  5. 9 points
    Part one is here http://peefans.com/index.php?/topic/8297-the-holiday-pt-1-on-the-beach/ I joined my new friends Maddie and her boyfriend Adam in their kitchen, stepping over the slowly-spreading puddle Adam had left in the hallway. Both of them wore shirts and their swimming stuff, a bikini bottom in one case and a rather tight set of speedos in the other. Adam was stirring a pot on the hob, while Maddie waited for the kettle to boil. The windows had been thrown wide to let some cool evening air into the stuffy kitchen. “What are you making?” I asked. “Chilli,” said Adam. “It'll just about be ready when David comes down.” “Do you want a drink, Sarah?” Maddie asked. “Tea? Coke?” “Just coke, please,” I said. “Tea goes straight through me.” “Don't worry about that here,” Maddie said. “We'll mop the floor before we go to bed.” She poured three teas and one coke for me, just as my brother David reappeared, his hair wet from the shower, still wearing his knee-length swimming shorts. Adam dished up the chilli and we sat down around the kitchen table. The table and chairs were both wicker, old and worn but perfectly comfortable. I noticed Adam's glance dropping to my legs as I sat next to him, my skirt riding up slightly as I sat down. Aware of my lack of underwear, I crossed my legs and pulled the skirt down slightly. While we ate, we talked about what to watch after dinner. I was interested in Doctor Who, but Adam and Maddie had a film they both wanted to see, and in the end we decided to go with that. The chilli was good but hot, and I quite quickly finished my coke trying to cool my mouth down. We finished eating and all sat back in our chairs. “Good food, Adam,” Maddie said. “Yeah thanks for cooking for us, both of you,” I said. “No worries,” said Adam. “What you two are doing tomorrow?” “No plans,” I said. “Maybe going back to the beach if it's good weather.” “Adam and I were thinking of going into town at some point,” said Maddie. “Hang on a sec.” An unmistakeable pattering sound came from under the table. Glancing down, I saw Maddie holding her costume aside, peeing through the wickerwork of her chair onto the floor. “Ahh,” she gasped, closing her eyes. “I needed this. I didn't want to interrupt while you were all eating.” “I love it when you do that,” Adam said. “Well, you keep your hard-on to yourself while there's company over,” Maddie said. “Shall we watch TV?” The four of us moved through to the sitting room, grabbing cokes and beers on our way. Three of us sank onto the sofa, while Maddie sat on the armchair turned half towards us. I had turned down the tea at dinner because I knew it would go straight through me, but the trouble is that coke and beer aren't much better. By ten minutes in I was getting a bit fidgety, and by twenty minutes I had my legs crossed to try to hold it in. I didn't want to be the first to interrupt the movie, though. After about half an hour, at a quiet part of the film, Adam stood up. “Anybody want another beer?” he asked. “Bring me one, love?” Maddie said. “I'll come with you,” I said. I followed him through to kitchen, where a small room off to one side housed a second fridge full of beer and coke. “What do you want?” he asked, holding the door open. “Whatever you're having,” I said. “Listen, do you mind if I pee here? I didn't want to interrupt the movie.” “I don't care,” he said. “Pee if you want.” I didn't need any further pursuasion. I lifted my skirt out of the way and peed, stood upright, onto the tiled floor. My piss came out crystal clear and with a lot of force. I sighed with relief. “You sure did need to go,” said Adam, staring. I nodded. The stream kept coming for a full thirty seconds or more, and by the time I was done there was a sizeable puddle around my feet. Adam stepped back a little to avoid it. “You've made me feel like I need to go,” he said. He winked at me. “Watch this.” He took his cock out from his speedos, pulling back its flesh. Once again it was pretty solid. Still holding the fridge door open with one hand, he used the other to aim his cock towards the fridge's interior and squirted his pee up towards it. “Really?” I asked. “Relax, it's all in cans,” he said, still peeing. “It's not the first time.” I watched, fascinated, as he sprayed up over the lines of cans and bottles. His piss ran in rivulets down the cans, looking just like innocent condensation. It collected in a puddle on the bottom of the fridge and started to drip down onto the floor. Adam finished up, shook himself dry, and tucked his cock away again. “Wasn't that fun?” he said. I raised my eyebrows. “You looked like you were enjoying it.” “The secret of our pee-anywhere lifestyle,” he said. “It's fun as well as easy. Want a beer?” I took the can from him and wiped it on my shirt as we were heading back to the living room. “Beer, Maddie?” Adam asked, holding another can out to her. She took it, felt the moisture on the can, and licked it. She raised her eyebrows at him, and he winked. David jumped to his feet as we sat down next to him. “Just going to the loo,” he said. “We're coming up to the good bit,” Maddie said. “You don't want to miss it.” David hesitated, then shrugged. He went out into the hallway, leaving the door wide open so he could see the TV. We heard the powerful gushing sound of him peeing against the wall. “He's settling in,” Maddie said. “They both are,” said Adam. He reached out a hand to brush my leg. “You've got pee on your knees, Sarah.” “Must be splashback,” I said. He didn't take his hand off, and I didn't object. David re-entered the room, retying the draw string on his shorts, and sat back down on my other side. “Well, you've made me need to go,” Maddie said. She pulled the front of her bikini aside and peed where she sat. I could see her pale stream disappearing into the seat of the chair, and a dark patch spreading quickly out on the seat until it had surrounded her. “In fact, I'm feeling a bit turned-on,” Maddie said, her eyes still on the TV. “Do you guys mind if I rub one out?” Without waiting for an answer, she slipped a hand inside her bikini and started to do just that. Within a few minutes she was breathing heavily and grunting softly. “Fuck, I'm horny as well,” Adam said. “How about you, Sarah? How are you feeling?” I shrugged. “A bit, I guess.” In fact, Maddie's brazen masturbation was making me feel pretty aroused. Adam's hand moved further up my leg, until it was inside my skirt. I could feel my breath quickening, my pussy moistening. I glanced at Maddie to see how she would react. She shot me a wink before concentrating on what her own hands were doing. That was enough for me. I reached down for Adam's hand and pulled it further up. His fingers found my cunt and got to work. My breath caught. He was good at what he did. Beside me, David was looking from Maddie's crotch to mine. His face was confused, but his cock was hard and straining against the elastic of his shorts. On an impulse I reached out and grabbed it through the fabric. I felt him tense for a second, then he relaxed into it. With my other hand I reached out for Adam, slipping my fingers inside his briefs to wrap around the trunk of his penis. For a few minutes all four of us sat there, grunting and sighing, lost in our pleasure. David came first, his load splattering against the inside of his shorts. Adam's fingers inside me were well-practised. He teased, bringing me to a swell and then leaving me to sink back before driving me to another crest. Eventually I reached orgasm, letting out a moan as it crashed over me. Then it was Adam's own turn to come, his juice filling the inside of his trunks and covering my fingers. Maddie came last, bringing herself to a moaning orgasm a few seconds after Adam. A few seconds of breathless silence passed. I felt like my brain was struggling to take in what had just happened. I drew my hand slowly back from my brother's crotch. “Man,” said Adam. “You guys can come over again!”
  6. 9 points
    Dear Wet Carpet Magazine, I'm surprised there are not more letters covering peeing at night clubs - maybe because it is actually quite common and people don't feel the need to write about it because they are just peeing out of necessity. Anyway, I often go clubbing with my two friends Lynne and Michelle. We live in a suburb of a small city in South West England. We are of like mind and if we need to pee, then we pee - we are not shy of peeing in public although we do try to be a bit discrete but we can't see the point in suffering discomfort just because there is no toilet handy. As an example, I'll give you a summary of our antics from last Friday, which is quite typical of a night out for us. We met up at Lynne's house and had a couple of beers whilst we were getting ready. I wore a tight fitting white top and a short black leatherette skirt. Lynne had on a flared blue dress and Michelle had a miniskirt that was almost indecent with a sheer top that left little to the imagination. None of us wore knickers - we have found from experience that they just get in the way. We caught the bus into town about 9pm and were already slightly tipsy. The bumping bus didn't help our filling bladders and as soon as the bus stopped in town we dived into a side street where we all lined up against the wall, squatted down and watered the pavement. Two lads walked past and had to step over our puddles, getting a good view of our pussies as they went by. They certainly weren't offended and they didn't hide the fact that they were having a good look. We joined the queue for the pub and soon were inside where more drinks were consumed. We were enjoying dancing and drinking but of course soon needed to pee again, so we headed to the ladies and being early, there was no queue outside the toilets, but once we got inside, all cubicles were occupied and several other girls were waiting. We didn't fancy waiting, so Lynne and I hopped up on the sink counters and peed in the sinks whilst Michelle hovered over a bin to pee. The girls waiting looked a little surprised, but when we were done and leaving before they had even got into a cubicle, I think they realised that we had the right idea. Next time we needed to pee, the queue for the toilets was out of the door and down the corridor. We all joined the queue, but had no intention of waiting in it. We squatted down and pretended to be checking things out on our phones whilst waiting for the queue to move, but of course this allowed mine and Michelle's skirt and Lynne's dress to hang out of the way whilst our pussies were just inches from the floor. My skirt was slightly less obliging than the others as it was not loose enough to hang completely out of the way. First Michelle, then myself and finally Lynne all started to pee whilst we were there in the queue. The area was dimly lit and the music was of course very loud, so nobody realised what we were doing. Michelle and Lynne peed directly into the carpet, but my pee was directed at the back of my skirt, from where it ran down the inside of the skirt to the floor. Being leatherette, it didn't show anything on the outside. When we were finished, we all stood up and left the queue with Michelle saying quite loudly "I'm not waiting in that queue". The girl behind us said "You'll lose your place!" but I replied - "It's OK we don't need to pee any more", which got a round of laughs from the other two as we walked away. I expect the girls behind us worked out what we meant when they shuffled forward to take our place and felt the carpet being squishy under foot. More dancing, more drinking, then we had a rest on one of the leather sofas which we were lucky had just been vacated. It was in a corner with a gap between the left hand end and the wall. At the other end, there was another small gap and then another sofa. Of course we needed to pee again by now. Michelle perched on the arm of the sofa, with her feet on the sofa cushion and her pussy just clear of edge as she was leaning on the wall. She let loose with her pee, that fell to the carpet in the gap between the sofa and the wall. She then slid down off the arm and onto the seat, wiping her pussy on the sofa arm as she went. Lynne was sat in the middle of the two seat sofa, with her skirt carefully pulled out from under her. She reached underneath herself and pulled the cushions slightly apart before proceeding to pee forcefully into the gap between the cushions. I was sat at the other end of the sofa from Michelle and I just peed where I was. My leatherette skirt acted as a barrier between me and the sofa and as the sofa was low, my knees were higher than my bum, so my pee pooled inside my skirt, warmly caressing my bum. When I had finished, I was left sat in a puddle of my own pee, which wasn't going anywhere. I waited until nobody was obviously looking our way, then I slid to the front of the sofa and raised my bum. The pool of pee flooded out of the skirt and formed a waterfall to the carpet for just a few seconds. I stood up and walked about for a minute to allow most of the residue to run out and fall to the floor. Soon it was time to go home. Of course, there was a queue for the taxi rank and the cold air combined with the latest round of drinks had an effect of our bladders so we all took it in turns to nip into the nearby car park stairwell for a pee whilst the others kept our place in the queue. On this particular evening, we managed to get home without further event, but I will just say that there have been taxis in the past that have been left with wet puddles on the floor or upholstery, although I wouldn't like to say how it happened!!! Happy Clubbing Julie
  7. 9 points
    I've never really posted anything here before that I've written, so here we go! I hope you enjoy. “Here’s your drinks,“ she said, giving the two men a wide smile as she handed over the glasses. “Thanks doll,“ one of them said back and she rolled her eyes, turning back to start cleaning some mugs. Maia was four hours in on a shift at the bar, and honestly had to pee for the past two. After a long day of classes, she had had barely any time to change her clothes let alone use the bathroom before she started her shift. Plus she hadn’t really had to go before she started, so what harm could it do? Apparently, a lot. After a couple hours she started to feel a little pressure but there was nothing she could do then, they were busy and it wasn’t so bad. So she could wait. Right? Two more hours went by and that’s where she found herself now, still behind the bar and still having to pee. It was a Friday night and they were always gaining consumers, she wasn’t getting a moment to think let alone go relieve herself. “It’s fine,” she thought to herself. “Soon things will die down and I’ll get a chance to sneak off to the bathroom.” At least, that’s what she hoped. She kept having to pour drinks, kept having to watch liquid steadily stream from the bottle or the tap into the glass. And it was killing her. It didn’t help that every now and again she’d take a shot just to get the edge off, the alcohol quickly going to her bladder and making it heavier than it had been. Pressing her legs together slightly, she just tried to focus on getting through the night. But it was getting harder and harder. Being at a bar meant plenty of drunk people. Drunk people meant people full of liquid and lowered inhibitions, so every now and again she’d hear someone complain about how bad they needed to take a piss. “Dude, I’ve really got to go,” she heard a dark haired man say, looking over at his friend while he drunkenly grabbed at himself through his jeans. ”Fucking beer went right through me. But I don’t want to go all the way to the bathroom.” “Dude, just use your mug. Bartender won’t notice, she’s not even looking over here,“ the other man told him, and Maia almost wanted to go over there and slap them both for even considering it. But honestly, it made her think about how good it would feel to just push her panties to the side, hold a beer mug under her skirt, and let go. That way her boss couldn’t get mad at her for leaving the bar and she’d finally get the relieve she desperately needed. Before she could think any more, she heard the man groan lowly. Directly after that, she could hear the hiss of his piss leaving his cock, the sound of it hitting the inside of the glass mug and filling it up. Looking out of the corner of her eye she could see him holding the mug down between his legs and she knew exactly what he was doing. And she was jealous. Then, she felt herself almost leak. The pee that had been sitting in her abdomin had started to push down her urethra at the sound of him getting his relief and she had to press her legs together just to keep it all inside. And she hated it. She had to go so badly she couldn’t believe it. She had never had to piss so badly in her life. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, but it was getting harder and harder. The man sighed when he finally finished, zipping up his pants triumphantly. God she had to go. She finally felt like she was under control and she got back to work, pouring some more drinks and moving around the bar the best she could. Until, that is, she felt a leak escape into her panties. It wasn’t a lot, but just enough that she could feel the material get wetter and she all but twisted her legs to keep the rest of it inside. She couldn’t pee herself, she wouldn’t hear the end of it if she did. She bounced in place just to try to keep it in, but she stopped when she noticed a couple guys staring at her breasts as she did. She stood there and felt herself leak again and again, her underwear giving up the third time and she felt a little bead of piss slide down her bare leg. She couldn’t take it anymore. She thought about doing what the man did, going in the mug, but she realized it might be too obvious. Someone could see. Maia looked around before she noticed the back door to the alley, and she decided at the very least some fresh air might help. She ducked off outside and she got hit by the chilly air and she realized that just made it worse. She bounced in place for a moment before saying “fuck it”. Moving next to the dumpster, directly across from the door, she pushed up her skirt and exposed her now soaked panties to the outside air. With one motion she pushed them down and squatted, bracing herself against the wall. After a long few seconds of nothing but still air and quiet, it was broken by the pitter patter of her piss starting to finally come out. It was weak at first, her muscles used to trying to hold it in. But after a few moments of a weak dribble the flood gates finally opened and she pissed hard, properly, against the ground right outside the bar. It took a little bit before she finally started to feel the relief and when she did she moaned, honestly more lewdly than she had ever moaned during sex. And this might even be better than sex. She was finally pissing after hours of holding it in, finally relieving herself. It surprised her how long she was peeing as hard as she was, just a constant hiss and splash of it hitting the ground and adding to the puddle she was creating. After a couple minutes it finally weakened again before it finally stopped. She shook off a little and threw away the wet panties in the dumpster, heading back inside. She took one look back and was surprised at the large puddle she left, but she felt too good to feel ashamed. Hell, she kind of wanted to try it again sometime. Peeing in public like that.
  8. 8 points
    After catching our breath and coming down from the high of what just happened, Tara walked to the bar and grabbed a few towels from a drawer. We had a nice time dabbing the droplets of pee from each other and did our best to wipe up the floor and couches, even though we knew it was a mostly lost cause. But we placed the towels on the couch cushions under us anyway. “I think we can go change into our night clothes if you want, girls,” Tara said. “We’re probably just going to sleep down here.” I looked around the basement room and did not see any beds and wondered where we would sleep, but I didn’t question it. My mind was also still on Tara’s story. “I don’t know about you,” I said, “but I’m not even thinking about sleep. I want the rest of that story.” Tara laughed. “Okay, I’ll finish the story, but let’s get dressed and have some more drinks.” She stood up and walked to a dresser at the corner of the basement. Jennifer reached beside the couch and pulled a think pink nightgown from her bag. I reached into my own bag and took out my black sleep shorts and a gray loose tank top. I looked over at Tara as she slipped a light green teddy over her head. “I’m not going to bother with panties, though, since I would just soak them anyway.” She laughed. “Same,” Jennifer said. I slid mine back into my bag. Tara walked to the bar and started mixing us drinks again. I couldn’t tell what she was making, but I looked forward to it anyway. She poured something pink into three glasses, brought one to me and another to Jennifer and grabbed her own off the bar and returned to her seat. “Alright, then.” She took a sip of her drink. “Mmm. Tasty.” “What is it?” Jennifer asked. “Kiss on the lips,” Tara said, grinning. “So, story. Anyway, Cheryl was peeing all over herself and the couch. When she finished she sighed and the rest of us just looked at her. I was amazed, but Kiki, Danielle, and Lara seemed unphased like they’d seen it before, and I’m sure they had. But if you girls met Cheryl you would understand why I was floored by this the first time. She’s just so womanly and like the mom everybody loves, and yet here she was pissing herself and her loveseat. She looked right at me after she sat up, letting her puddle of pee just fall to the floor and in between the loveseat cushions. “’Are you okay, Tara,’ she asked me. I nodded. She slid her panties and jeans back up and sat back in the loveseat, still smiling at me. “’That was just…unexpected,’ I said. She laughed and my heart jumped. “’Well, you did it, Mom,’ Kiki said. ‘You broke our guest.’ They all laughed, and I know I blushed. ‘And you made me have to go, so…” Now Kiki sat back, but she didn’t seem to make any move to take her jeans or panties off. She spread her legs and sighed. We all watched the dark stain form and grow in the crotch of her panties and after a few seconds we could hear it hissing. ‘Ohh, I love that feeling,’ Kiki said. I noticed that the recliner was not vinyl and as her jeans glistened a flow of pee just soaked right into the seat. No one seemed to care, though, and Kiki was clearly enjoying herself. The glistening stopped, and there was a big dark stain in her crotch. She sat up again back to how she was before pissing herself and made no move to take her wet jeans off.” I heard hissing next to me again and turned to see Jennifer with her legs parted and dribbling pee on the couch cushion and to the floor. I just smiled. “Kiki stood up and smiled at me and Danielle. ‘Well, girls, are you planning to stay the night?’ I didn’t know what to say and looked at Danielle. Danielle nodded. ‘Then let’s show you your room for the night. We’ll be up late, of course, but you can crash anytime you want.’ She led us down the hall, and I was amazed by how long the hallway was and that there were at least ten rooms in this hall. Danielle and I were taken to the third room, which was a gorgeous bedroom with a king-sized bed topped with elegant looking blankets and pillows. “’It’s beautiful,’ I said. Kiki thanked me, and then she surprised me. “’Same rules apply in this room as the rest of the house,’ she said. I wasn’t sure I heard her right, so I said ‘What?’ ‘If you need to pee, you can do it here.’ “’But,’ I said, ‘that bed is so…’ “’It can be cleaned,’ Kiki said, laughing again. ‘and don’t think it’s never been peed in before, because it has. Haven’t you ever wanted to just let it go in a king-sized bed?’ I had honestly never thought about it, but now that she’d mentioned it, I kind of did want to. ‘How do you feel about sleeping in a wet bed?’ Kiki asked. “Danielle said, ’If she’s sleeping with me, it’s going to get wet.’ We all laughed. “’I guess I’m okay with it,’ I said. “’Do you want to try it now?’ Kiki asked. I smiled and looked at the big and obviously very soft bed. “’I think so,’ I said. I stepped up to the bed and pulled the covers away. I was still naked from the waist down, so feeling brazen by this point I just pulled my shirt over my head and then unsnapped my bra. I crawled up onto the bed, enjoying the feeling of the soft sheets on my bare skin. I sat up and scooted back to the headboard, but then I leaned back onto the pillows. ‘Are you sure I can do this?’ I asked. Kiki smiled and nodded. “She said, ’Trust me, it will be amazing.’ And that was all I needed. I bent my knees and spread my legs and just seconds later and warm trickle started and tickled my slit and down my butt crack. I could feel it warming the sheets and mattress under me, and I closed my eyes and just let go. It grew to a flow and soon I was peeing full-force. I lowered my legs and put them together and gasped as it sprayed my inner thighs and soaked the sheets under me even more. I knew it was soaking the mattress, too, but I looked at Kiki and saw her smile of approval. Then Danielle walked up to the foot of the bed and started taking her pants off. “’Tara, I have to pee, too. Do you care if I get up there?’ I just nodded my answer because by now I was dribbling messy pee all over myself and the bed and rubbing myself. I watched her, though, as she climbed onto the foot of the bed on my side. I thought she was going to crawl over to her side, but she just knelt there with her knees bent and her feet behind her. ‘Oh, here it comes,’ she said and threw her head back. I watched and kept rubbing myself as her pee started as a dribble that left a few drops on the blanket and then she moaned and started going full stream, splashing her hot pee all over the covers. She reached down and pulled them up close to her vagina and we could hear her pee hissing into them. Kiki walked closer to us, and then I saw her unbutton her wet jeans and reach her hand into them. Danielle was rubbing herself with the wet covers, still hissing pee into them, and I was now stroking my clitoris.” Tara paused and spread her legs and as if she were demonstrating she started stroking her slit and touching her clearly swollen clitoris. Then a small but obvious trickle of pee seeped out and soaked into the couch cushion under her. I also had to pee again, so I just opened my legs and let go, feeling my flow warm my bottom. “So,” Tara continued, but sounding like she was struggling to focus, “pretty soon the room was filled with the sound of our moaning. Just then Cheryl appeared in the doorway and at first I felt horrified and stopped masturbating. But then she smiled and said, ‘So you like the bed.’ I just nodded. ‘Please, finish,’ she said. I obeyed and went back to rubbing my clitoris. Then she reached to her still naked bottom and started rubbing herself, as well. I was about to lose my mind when I saw a stream fall from between her shapely legs, all over her hands, and drip to the floor. ‘Mmm, I love to pee while I masturbate.’ That did it. I screamed as I climaxed and soon Danielle followed. I warmed the sheets under me again, still cumming and peeing, and I closed my eyes to just enjoy it. I could hear Kiki orgasming and then Cheryl moaning and crying out. When I opened my eyes again, Danielle was laying on her side at the foot of the bed, pee seeping from her bottom and still soaking the covers. Kiki was leaning against the wall, panting, and Cheryl was leaning in the doorway, also panting.” “Oh my god,” Jennifer said. She was rubbing her slit now and getting a little red in the face. “Don’t masturbate yet,” Tara said. “I have a surprise.” She stood up and walked to a closet at the far end of the basement. “Can you girls help me with something?” We stood up and joined her. Tara opened the closet door and started pulling out a single-sized mattress. We helped her get it out, and then sat it in the middle of the basement floor. “It’s far from king-sized, but…” “No,” I said. “You mean we’re going to…?” “Yes, we are,” Tara said. “Well, one of us is. Because whoever pisses on this is also sleeping on it. Who’s gets the pleasure?” she asked. In spite of everything that had happened, I hesitated. Jennifer must have been reluctant, as well, because she also didn’t speak up. “Well, I guess I get the first pleasure,” Tara said. “Which means this is where I’m sleeping tonight.” She reached back into the closet and pulled out a sheet and a blanket, then spread the sheet over the mattress and tossed the blanket on top. She reached in again and took out a pillow. “I’ll do it,” I said. Jennifer and Tara both looked at me. “I haven’t pissed my bed since I was a kid, and I don’t know when I’ll get to do it again.” “Okay,” Tara said, smiling. “You get the mattress. Jennifer, you get the couch where you and Cassie were sitting, and I’ll take the other couch. But first, I want to watch Cassie enjoy herself.” She winked at me, and I smiled and looked down at the mattress. “Go ahead,” she said. I walked up to it and knelt down to pull the covers away. “I’m just going to leave my pajamas on,” I said. “They’re going to get wet anyway.” “Whatever you want to do,” Tara said. I crawled onto the mattress, which was surprisingly soft and comfortable for a single. “I don’t know if I have to go yet since I just peed on the couch,” I said. But I could feel my bladder filling, so I might have been wrong about that. I laid back onto the pillow to get more comfortable and tried to relax, but I looked up and both Jennifer and Tara were watching me. “It’s okay, really,” Tara said. “Just relax and let it go.” I closed my eyes and tried to relax again. This time I could feel it reaching my urethra and soon I was dribbling just a bit. I could feel it soaking through my panties and shorts and dripping onto the sheets and mattress under me, just like Tara must have in her story. “Oh, that feels nice,” I said. I sighed and my flow increased to a steady stream that flowed out and down my slit and warmed the sheets even more. “Ohh, wow.” I reached down and pulled the crotch of my shorts and panties aside. Now my flow was coming fully as it hissed out and I let go and peed freely into the mattress, splashing my warm pee all over my legs and the bed. I heard another hissing sound next to me, and I opened my eyes to see Jennifer standing there, pee flowing unabated down her legs. My flow was coming to an end, but Tara was touching herself again, and soon Jennifer and I were joining her, rubbing our soaking wet slits and caressing our clits until almost in unison we all three cried out as we climaxed. “I’ll sure sleep good tonight,” I said.
  9. 7 points
    Cherry woke up in the morning feeling giddy like a kid on Christmas. She and her best friend Lisa were going on a road trip to Texas. It’s hot, there’s sexy men and women, plus there’s some pretty great food. Cherry hadn’t visited since she was a little girl. She yanked herself out of the bed and drug herself to the shower. As she started to wash her porcelain skin, She considered having a little play session. She glanced over at the clock and made a pout of disappointment. She had to be ready in 10 minutes. She sped through the shower process and pulled her blonde hair into a sleek ponytail. She purposely made sure all her bags were packed and ready to go before she went to bed. As she ran down the stairs, she heard a familiar car horn outside the door. “Let’s go Cherry! Texas waits for no one!” Lisa shouted in a dramatic tone. Cherry originally got her nickname in kindergarten. Everyday, her mom would pack her 2 turkey sandwiches, green grapes, and a cherry coke. To this day, it’s still her soda of choice. She grabbed her heavy suitcase, purse, and house keys before heading out the door towards the red truck sitting down in her driveway. Once Cherry entered the car, she leaned over and gave Lisa a sloppy kiss on the the cheek. “Sorry I took so long. I was up all night packing.” Cherry states with an apologetic smile. “It’s alright. Everyone knows you like to procrastinate.” Lisa responded before sticking her tongue out at her best friend. Cherry rolled my eyes and reclined back in the car seat. “Oh hell no! You are not falling asleep on me Cherry! Wake your ass up!” Lisa yelled in an excited tone. “Ok ok I’m up. Let’s stop at the gas station. I forgot to pick up some snacks.” Lisa nodded towards the blonde and put the car into drive and slowly pulled out of the driveway. Halfway down the road, Cherry turned on the radio. You know how every group of friends has a song that they absolutely have to sing anytime they hear it? Fantasy by Superfruit instantly brightened their mood. Both girls belted out the lyrics as the rode down the vacant street. Once they pulled into the gas station, Cherry pulled of her seatbelt and turned down the radio. “What would you like?” Cherry ask her friend. Lisa took a few seconds to contemplate her options. “The usual.” She answered back nonchalantly. Cherry grabbed her wallet and made her way towards the gas station. It was very early in the day so she wasn’t surprised to be the only customer. She picked up a small, red basket by the entryway and began to scavenge the isles for snacks. She grabbed 3 bags of chips, 4 granola bars, and 3 2 liter bottles of soda. Cherry smiled at the elderly man working the register and removed a crisp 20$ bill from her wallet. “That’ll be 12.65$ darling.” He said in a cheerful voice. She slid him the 20 while bagging items in plastic. “You can keep the change Sir.” The old man put his hand over his chest and gave Cherry a genuine smile. “Bless you, sweetheart!” She gave him one last smile and headed back to the truck. “Okay I got some chips, granola bars, and of course, cherry coke.” Cherry said while nudging Lisa with her elbow. “That should hold us for a good while. I don’t plan on stopping until about 1:00pm. We’ll fill up on gas and have some lunch.” Lisa said while pulling out of the gas station. The blonde girl reached down and pulled up one of the 2 liters and took 3 huge gulps before screwing the cap back on. “Cherry you better be careful. I’m not gonna pull over just because you need to take a piss.” Lisa said with her eyebrows raised. Cherry rolled her blue eyes in response and took another huge gulp of the cherry coke. “Oh please! I’m not a child. I can hold my piss just fine.” She replied. Lisa rolled her eyes at the retort and turned her focus to the road. After about an hour of driving, Cherry had finished 1 2 liter and was halfway through the next. “Damn girl! How much can you drink?” Lisa asked with a loud cackle. “As much as I want!” Cherry replied before finishing the second half of the 2 liter. After 30 more minutes, Cherry started to feel the pressure. She stared out the window and took in her surroundings. They were driving on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. Cherry perked up when she saw a sign stating where the nearest restaurants and rest stops were. “Hey Lis, we gotta stop at a gas station or something.” Cherry said while shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “I thought you said you could hold it!” Lisa sneered teasingly. Cherry shot her a scowl on continued to squirm in the car. “Either you take me somewhere to piss or I can piss in your car. The upholstery looks a bit thirsty.” Cherry challenged with a smirk. Lisa quickly slammed on the break and a small spurt of piss leapt out onto the seat of Cherry’s pink panties. “If you piss in my car, You’ll be walking to Texas!” Lisa shouted out dramatically. “Damn it! You made me pee a little when you slammed on the breaks!” Cherry whined out. Lisa quickly sped off on the dirt road in search for a restaurant or rest stop. Cherry continued to writhe in misery as the pressure in her bladder grew stronger and stronger. Finally, they pulled up to a busy gas station. Cherry hopped out of the truck and sprinted urgently into the gas station. “May I have the bathroom key please?” She asked the young-looking cashier. “Sorry Babe someone already has it.” The female cashier responded with sympathy. Cherry could tell she was quickly running out of time. She ran to the back of the gas station where the bathroom was and softly knocked on the door. “Hey do you think you’ll be coming out soon?” She asked in a polite tone but was met with a harsh, deep voice. “If the door is closed that means I’m busy!” The man screamed from the other side of the door. “Go fuck yourself!” Cherry responded as kicked the door. She looked around the isle and noticed no one was coming. Cherry quickly pulled her shorts and damp panties down her long legs. She squatted all they way down to the floor and let her dam burst. Her piss jetted out hard against the dirty tile and she sighed with relief. A puddle formed under her quickly but she wasn’t even close to being done. She heard loud footsteps coming toward her but was too in the moment to care. “Eww you’re disgusting!” Cherry looked up once she heard the familiar deep voice and saw a tall bearded man with a beer belly standing in front of her. Instead of responding, Cherry quickly flipped him the bird and continued to piss all over the floor. “Hey bitch I’m talking to you!” The man shouted once more and quickly walked towards Cherry. She swiftly directed her aim to the sneakers the bearded guy was wearing. He quickly scurried away in disgust and Cherry stood up and redressed herself like nothing happened. She made it back to the car without being caught for her dirty deed. She sighed in relief as she buckled her seatbelt. “All better?” Lisa asked in a concerned tone. Cherry giggled and nodded. “Yes. I feel much better.” (I attached a picture of Cherry)
  10. 7 points
    To all the peefans, I send you my love..
  11. 7 points
    So there I was..feeling like I held all the power. I could decide whether to be nice, and use the loo, or naughty and piss somewhere in Cass's living room. With the other girls all making suggestions as to where I could go, & me pretending to be unsure as to whether to have a naughty piss or use a toilet (lets be honest, I was always going to naughty piss) I felt in a very privileged position.. There were two reasons I was pretending to be unsure; firstly, if you are going to be extremely naughty and piss over your friend's carpet or wherever, it's probably best that you at least make it look like you have some pretence of it being something you were talked into by others, or by circumstance. You don't want to appear too immediately keen to do it.....you never know when the tables might be turned. But secondly, and for me anyway even more importantly, is it just builds the naughtiness. You have 5 or 6 girls...all really keen to know if you'll have a naughty piss somewhere you shouldn't, somewhere really naughty and 'unladylike'..... I love that word. You're in control and it feels great. They're all keen to know whether you're going to do it, for conflicting reasons. One of them doesn't want you to do it and is desperately hoping you'll use a proper toilet like a good girl..the others all want you to treat yourself, give in to the temptation and have a wee-wee somewhere you know you shouldn't....so why not enjoy that anticipation. 'A pleasure deferred is a pleasure increased' is a phrase you rarely hear nowadays in this 'everything now' culture, but it is so true. The thought of having a naughty piss somewhere in Cass's room..the tingle of anticipation, the thrill of choice and of listening to my friends call out suggestions. This was almost as good as the actual piss, and I wanted to enjoy it as long as I could. I also wanted to be absolutely at bursting point when I finally went. Knowing that relief was at hand; that although I was bursting, I would be able to piss whenever I needed to, took away the negative feelings you have when you need a wee but are nowhere near a loo and fear embarrassment and shame. There was none of that here; there would only be acclaim and cheering from the vast majority of the room, so I could wait until the last possible second before spraying an incredibly powerful jet that the girls would love. Again the anticipation of that was amazing..another pleasure worth deferring, the acclamation of my peers. Or pee-rs to be more accurate!!!! It would be amazing to hear their response. Plus the longer I could wait the more I'd be able to piss for, and the greater impact it would have. I wanted to soak my chosen target with every possible drop, so every minute I could hold on meant I would have more ammunition for my naughty pee..and I knew I could hold a few more minutes at least, if I kept my hand shoved in my crotch. So I waited and listened as the girls made suggestions "She said anywhere but her carpet..what about one of her beautiful vases?" yelled Jessica "You cow!" yelled Cass at Jess and then to me "don't even think about it" "I could bring her kettle through and you could go in that" suggested Nikki "Don't listen to them" said Cass "PLEASE just use the toilet" "There's always the curtains..they look expensive" suggested Michelle "oh..or one of her books from the bookshelf" suggested Debbie "will you guys just shut the fuck up and stop giving her ideas?" yelled Cass, futilely I was quite surprised no-one suggested the sofa. Maybe they thought that would appear too much. After all it was not a cheap sofa, so maybe they, who weren't actively into naughty pissing like me, felt that was going too far. Mind you Renee hadn't made any suggestion at all..there was always the possibility she had thought of it and was keeping it to herself. After all if I did piss on the sofa, how would she top that? She couldn't. But equally she might have not mentioned it as she thought it was beyond the pale too. Was I crossing the line?. Thing is, I knew it would be amazing to wee on a sofa. I'll be honest, I've wanted to do it ever since I was a little girl. It just seems so wrong..so bad..so exciting and dangerous. But could I really? Cass was my mate....but then again we would make it right with her afterwards and 3 girls had already had a wee-wee on her carpet..including Cass! But given that the others hadn't suggested using her sofa as my toilet, would I cause too much shock? Would it suddenly go quiet, like when everyone is exchanging banter and someone goes that bit too far and there's an awkward leaden silence. What if I did it and they turned on me? I was still debating this when Sarah gently said "Maybe she's had enough..can you make it to the toilet Sophie?" Everyone looked at me. To be honest I wasn't sure..maybe I could have..but there was no way I was going to. The one place I wouldn't be pissing was a loo..what a waste of an opportunity that would be. But equally maybe the sofa was a step too far. I made a decision. "I don't think so....maybe I could use a vase?" The other girls began to giggle and murmur and I was feeling good about myself for overcoming temptation. The vase piss would be naughty but it would wash out really easily and Cass would be grateful. Michelle reached out and picked up the opaque blue vase and handed it to me. "No" yelled Cass "you are not going to piss in my vase..I absolutely forbid it..just use the toilet you selfish bitch!" Now..I know Cass didn't mean anything by the use of that word...and I know she was just trying to save her stuff, as I would have in her position, but in my mind I now knew I had desperately wanted an excuse to soak her sofa. I needed a reason to be able to give that sofa a thorough drenching in my fresh hot wee-wee. I had just wanted or needed an excuse.. any excuse.... to allow my conscience to say 'you are allowed to do it'..and she had given me it. In reality most of my brain, and other parts of me had effectively tied up my conscience and put a gun to it's head and told it to give me the okay..and this really was the flimsiest of reasons to justify using my friend's sofa as my personal toilet...but it worked. I decided right there and then I was going to do it..I had made up my mind now..there was no going back. If my friends thought I'd gone too far, if I lost Cass's friendship..all these rational objections were overriden by the thought that this was the one chance I would have to live out my fantasy of ruining another girls' expensive sofa..so I just could not turn it down. Not that I was going to reveal my hand too soon..revenge being a dish best served cold, unlike my piss..which would be served hot and fresh from me and onto her precious sofa. "Okay" I said.. "you win. I will try and make it to the loo..but if none of you are offended I'm going to take my skirt and knickers off here..when you're near the loo itself you need to go even more so the last thing I need to be doing then is trying to get my clothes down". The great benefit of this lie was it had a lining of truth..desperation really does increase the closer you get to a loo so if I was going to use the loo, it made sense for me to strip off here. But of course I had no intention of using a boring real toilet. There were several glum faces as I gingerly sat down on the sofa....the gingerly sitting wasn't acting either..I really was absolutely bursting for a wee, and I didn't want to waste any of my precious cargo. The glum faces told me they had believed my story too and thought they wouldn't get to see another naughty piss. "Close your eyes if you like" I said as I began to disrobe.. but no-one did. All eyes were fixed on me, and I have to say I quite enjoyed that, as I undid my shoes and removed them, before unhooking my short black skater skirt and throwing it off. Now..I bet if I asked you what colour knickers you were wearing you wouldn't be able to tell me without checking (you'd probably want to ask what the hell business of mine it was too, but we'll leave that for now) . You don't remember the panties you're wearing do you? Unless you're selecting underwear especially for a date that might lead somewhere! But day to day you just pick the first clean pair you find..or at least I do. So imagine my delight when I saw I was wearing my 'little miss naughty' panties. How perfect. I do like them..they're cheeky, and normally no-one (except my hubby if he's around when I'm dressing) knows I am wearing them. I get a little frisson of excitement when I wear them in the school where I teach. It's silly really, but it just feels quite sexy. Because we all know the connotation when a grown woman wears panties that say 'little miss naughty' and they aren't paying homage to Roger Hargreaves! So that slightly risque notion always gives me a warm glow.. and in fact when I do spot I'm wearing them at work, when I peel them down when having a wee in the loo, I often imagine a situation where all the kids and other teachers have left, and it's just me and I'm able to find somewhere very naughty in the school to wee. I've never done it of course. (far too dangerous) but when wearing my 'miss naughty' panties, I often think about doing it..and so for me to be wearing them today, of all days..well that was special. I was going to be very naughty..but not in the sexual connotation usually associated with a grown up woman being 'naughty' ..I was going to be really naughty ..I was going to piss on a sofa. to be continued
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  15. 6 points
    Just needed to piss so went in the sink
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    Here is what I've got so far of the next instalment: Chapter 8 – The Ball “Miss Cindy Yella” announced the Royal Herald as Cindy drifted down the stairs into the ballroom, her flowing golden gown glinting in the flickering lamplight. Cindy felt like she was floating above the crowd of people gathered below her. This was an entrance like none other she had experienced. The prince glanced up from the dance floor and did a double take. He immediately recognised the girl that he had seen in the woods. He couldn’t believe the transformation that she had undergone and was transfixed by her beauty. He very quickly excused himself from his current dance partner and welcomed Cindy onto the floor. Cindy was honoured to be welcomed in this way and was thankful for the dance lessons that her mother had encouraged her to attend as he whisked her around the floor. Prince Charming immediately knew that this was the girl for him, but wasn’t sure about how to breach the fact that the last time he had seen her, it was with her dress pulled up, her luscious bum cheeks on display and golden rain anointing the ground beneath her in the woods. Whilst he couldn’t get that image out of his head, he didn’t broach the subject. For Cindy’s part, she hadn’t made the connection. She had only seen the prince very briefly in the woods, having been so shocked at being discovered that she had fled the scene without really taking any notice of the features of the person who had happened upon her in her moment of exposure. Meanwhile, Grizella and Gertrude had been partaking of the free beverages on offer and dancing with anyone that they could persuade to take them around the floor. Now, stood at the buffet table, they witnessed this golden beauty capturing the prince’s attention, but didn’t realise that it was their Cindy whom, of course, they believed was at home sobbing in the kitchen as she scrubbed the floors. Grizella felt the wine was taking effect on her bladder as well as her co-ordination. “I don’t know about you sis, but I really need to find a toilet and soon!” “Yes, this wine is going right through me. Come on, let’s go.” They approached a servant and wanting to maintain a degree of decorum, were of course reluctant to directly mention their need, so Gertrude asked the servant to indicate the location of the “cloakroom”. The servant duly directed the girls to a room off the main ballroom. As Gertrude led Grizella into the room, with anticipated relief came a spasm in her bladder and a short sharp spurt escaped from her urethra. She quickly clamped herself shut and was pleased that she was wearing a dress with many layers of underskirts that hid her indiscretion. “Quickly” she said as she pushed through the door into the room beyond. Her face fell. The servant had taken her request literally and the girls found themselves in a room with racks of coats and cloaks, but no toilet in sight. “Shit!” exclaimed Gertrude “This is not what we need!” Grizella retorted “Well, I’m busting, so I think it is going to have to do…. If you know what I mean” A smile spread across Gertrude’s face. “You are right my clever sister. Come on”. The two girls went further into the room and each took up a position facing each other between two racks of coats. Gertrude felt another spurt releasing itself into her copious petticoats and realised she had no time to lose. She quickly gathered up her skirts and dropped down to the stone floor immediately releasing a high pressure pee onto the waiting stone. The splatter onto the carpet turned to a splashing as her pee formed a growing puddle on the cold barren floor. It was accompanied by a tell tale hissing and a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, Grizella flipped her skirts up and reversed up to the wall, bending into a high squat, she fired her pee backwards against the wall. Unfortunately for her, she was a bit close and her pee rebounded and splashed her legs and the inside of the fronts of her skirt. She moved forward a little and adjusted her stance, so her pee cascaded down the wall and formed a puddle extending out from the wall. As the two girls’ streams dwindled, they felt much relieved. Gertrude stood up, keeping her skirts bunched in front of her. She grabbed the tails of a coat from the adjacent rack and used them to wipe the splashes off her leg and dried her hairy muff. Grizella found a nice velvety coat next to her and duplicated the process, the backs of her legs being particularly wet from the splashback. The velvet felt nice against her skin and she spent maybe a little longer than necessary rubbing it against her muff and secreting maybe a little more than pee into the soft fabric. Just then, the door opened. The girls immediately dropped their skirts, shrank back into the corner between coats and froze into silence, fearing that they may be discovered. There was no hiding the size of the puddles – even through they were starting to run away under the coat racks. “Damn!” came a female voice, “Don’t those servants know what we mean when we ask for the cloakroom!?” “Well, sorry, but I have to piss and I can’t wait much longer. If they direct us in here then I’m going in here! Sod the etiquette!” retorted another female. Almost immediately a hiss and splashing filled the room. Gertrude and Grizella looked at each other in disbelief and it was all they could do to stop themselves bursting into fits of laughter. “You dirty bitch!” came the first voice again. “Have you got a better idea?” retorted the second. “Well, no, not really” “There you go then - you might as well join me, but be quick about it before someone else comes in” Seconds later another splattering noise was added to the first as the second woman released her pee onto the stone floor. “Shit!” “What?” “I was more desperate that I thought, I’ve splashed the bottoms of those coats!” “Oh, don’t worry about that, they probably needed a wash!” Gertrude looked at Grizella and mouthed silently “Come on”, beckoning her to follow as she walked out from her hiding place and along the ends of the rows back towards the doors. As she drew level with the row from where the splashing and hissing could still be heard, she slowed and glanced to her right to see two very well dressed middle aged ladies in their finery, both squatted down between the lines of coats. A solid jet was emanating from one lady and pounding the hard surface, bouncing up from the impact whilst also forming a large puddle underneath her. Her legs were soaked and her shoes were covered in piss drops. The other lady was producing a much messier spray which was impacting the floor, her legs and her shoes with stray drops splashing up onto the bottom of the adjacent coats. Gertrude simply said “Good evening ladies” as she walked past the end of the aisle. The ladies were shocked and embarrassed at their discovery and both jumped up whilst still peeing forcefully, no doubt wetting the inner layers of their dresses before managing to clamp off their flows. Grizella smiled as she walked by and the two sisters returned to the dance floor. Another couple of minutes later, the two well dressed ladies appeared from the cloakroom, looking somewhat sheepish when Gertrude met their eyes with a knowing look. Gertrude could see that these two well dressed ladies were mortified at having been caught in such a compromising position. She could also only imagine the scene after they had left the cloak. The two ladies were in full flow, so they must have soaked their inner layers of petticoats and their legs. Gertrude guessed that they must have had to squat back down and finish what they had started and then use a convenient cloak to dry themselves off as best as they could before exiting the cloak room with wet petticoats rubbing against their legs. Meanwhile Cindy was having a great time with the Prince but dancing was curtailed as dinner for those fortunate enough to have the VIP tickets was announced. Prince Charming insisted that Cindy sat next to her at the head table. Cindy needed a pee, but she couldn’t bring herself to announce her need to Royalty, so she dutifully took her place at the table and enjoyed plates of exotic food that she never had the opportunity to experience at home. There were, of course, accompanied by wine, which was constantly topped up throughout the meal. Cindy was now getting into a difficult position. Her bladder was screaming at her for relief but there was nothing she could do. She didn’t know a great deal about Royal etiquette, but she did know that it would be rude to leave the table before the Prince and there was no way that she could leave the table for such a humble matter as bladder relief. She felt a surge in her urethra and although she clamped it as quickly as possible, she knew that she had leaked. She was very pleased to be wearing her dress with layers of petticoats and hoped that nothing would show. In fact, she realised that those layers might just save her dignity if she could only release enough to reduce the pressure until after dinner was finished. Cindy knew that if she peed gently, it would pool around her bottom and soak through, but what if she peed hard? Could she force her pee forward enough that it would spread through the layers in front of her? She had to give it a go. Cindy leaned back in her chair to try and raise her urethral opening, spread her legs slightly apart and let go with a 5 second blast. She was sure she could hear a hiss, but was hoping that nobody else would notice over the noise of general chatter and the music being played by the orchestra. She felt her legs getting wet almost down to the knees and hoped to goodness that that meant her pee would be adsorbed discretely. She dared to release another 5 seconds spurt and felt the fabric of her dress clinging to her legs. That was as much as she could do – any more would surely be visible. Cindy went back to eating, thankful that they were now on the dessert course and therefore nearing the opportunity to empty her aching bladder properly. As dinner finally drew to a close, the Prince rose and held out his hand for Cindy to do the same. She gingerly took to her feet and glanced down to survey the damage. It looked like she had got away with it. Cindy was just racking her brain to think about how she could excuse herself to pee when one of the attendants brought another lady to the Prince and introduced her. The Prince felt obliged to dance with her and asked for Cindy to excuse him briefly. Cindy was only too happy to be free for a short while and graciously deferred to the newcomer. As soon as the Prince was gone, relief was her priority. She didn’t know where the toilets were and she knew she didn’t have a lot of time to investigate. Instead, she headed for the large patio doors that were opened out onto the terrace to allow guests to “take some air”.
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    I found it! I had even photoshopped the "hot part" of the letter onto it.
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    Just a short intro here , I'm a 30yr old woman who secretly loves to pee in disposable cups.. the shower.. the tub but mostly the cups. Its something I held secret until today and glad to see I am not the only one who does things like this lol. Being what some may consider attractive kind of woman I never ever told any partner of this odd thing I enjoy. I also like holding a man while he pees. I done it jokingly couple times to see the reaction.
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    Always glad to post in this thread when I find something appropriate and relevant! X
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    I was away for work for two days including an overnight hotel stay. Several outdoor and indoor pees over the two days. Firstly, I drove for about two hours to my first appointment. I had to collect a customer at the station near the destination and I arrived about half an hour early, so I went for a walk by a river. I stood on the path near the river, reading an information board and peeing underneath it at the same time. I finished peeing and turned to walk back to the car and within about 20 seconds a woman came round the corner approaching me - if she had been a minute earlier then she would have caught me in full flow. Nothing to report for several hours after that as I was with customers and suppliers. However, I was going in the same direction as one of the customer guys, so gave him a lift in the car rather than him taking a train back. We left site about 3pm and after about 2.5 hours we got to where I was dropping him. As soon as he was out of the car, I drove a few streets further then stopped and went down a quiet alley and peed a full bladder into the grass at the side of the alley. I then had another hour and a half to my final destination. I parked, checked into the hotel, went into the room. I was getting changed to meet some colleagues, so I stripped naked and went into the bathroom to pee. I avoided the toilet and stood next to the bath. I peed into the bath, up the wall tiles by the bath, then directed my flow further along the tiles and then back out onto the tiled floor. I left the mess and then went into the room to get dressed. Once dressed, I used a towel to wipe up the pee on the floor and hung the towel over the bath side. I didn't worry about the pee in the bath or wall tiles as I figured that would get rinsed in the morning when I had a shower. I went out for food with my colleagues, then when I got back to the hotel with them, I left them to go to bed, but I went back out for a walk. I first stopped at a multi storey car park and peed in the stairwell, leaving a large puddle on one of the landings. I came out of the stairwell and turned the corner to see two blokes stood on opposite sides of the path, peeing into the grass. They said sorry as I walked past. I thought it was funny that they were apologising to me for peeing on some grass when I had just peed in a stairwell, but there you go. I walked up to the town to see if I could see any ladies peeing outside (report of success is in the Real Sightings thread here: http://peefans.com/index.php?/topic/8678-six-sightings-on-a-tuesday-night/). Whilst I was out, I needed to pee again (I had drunk 3 pints of beer), so I peed in a corner behind some shops. Just before I returned to my hotel, I peed in a pedestrian underpass, leaving a sizeable puddle on the concrete floor. I then went up to bed to sleep. I woke in the morning and immediately put some clothes on and went out for a walk. I returned to the same car park as previously and peed on another landing. The stairs were metal stairs with gaps between them, This particular landing was slightly sloped, so my puddle went along the landing, then poured over the edge onto the step below, then over the edge of that and fell through the gap to the stairs below. It was making quite an echoing noise, but there was nothing I could do about that. I walked back down the stairs and had to dodge the waterfall of my own pee as it was still running through the gap when I got to the level below. I then went to breakfast and the site meetings for the day. On the way home, I had two travel mugs of tea with me and I had had a mug just before I left as well. Of course, about two hours into the journey, I needed to pee. There was nowhere sensible to stop, so having drunk the contents of the first travel mug, I proceeded to refil it. I pulled out my penis, lifted my bum a little and peed into the mug. I put the lid on and put it back in the cup holder. When I was nearly home, I stopped to fill up with fuel and I was busting for a pee again. So much so that a little escaped into my boxers. I went into the kiosk to pay. They had no toilet, so I pulled back out of the petrol station and went round the back to a quiet area where I had a good pee against the wall and also took the opportunity to empty my travel mug that I'd peed in earlier. Some pics from the bathroom pee below. NB I also posted two of those pics on the "peeing in the shower thread", so apologies for the duplication, but it fits both ways.
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    Hi guys. Here is my first attempt at a peeing fantasy. It took me way longer than I expected, and I even feel kinda overloaded out and meh, after all the time I spent on this. Enjoy! Claire's parents were always arguing, and it was keeping her up at night. This even resulted in her failing her final year at school. Her teachers could only urge her to try her best, but even they realised that she wasn't exactly put under the best circumstances. So one day her mum, Sally, suggested that she go to a boarding school (The School of Working on Education and Excellence ), that way she can sleep well and not have to be woken by their arguments. "In fact” said Sally “I've arranged with the school to allow you to arrive a few weeks early, so that you can... you know... get used to the place, and have enough time to establish a decent sleeping pattern. You'll need to be ready on the 15th of August at 8AM. Hopefully you'll get there in time for lunch”. There was something about the way she said "get used to the place" that made Claire wonder if there was something weird about it, but she didn't voice her concerns, because she was glad to get away from her parent's arguing. On the night before her arrival, Claire went through the packing list of recommended items; it contained many expected items: calculators, pens, pad of paper, etc. It also suggested students to take personal items such as: phones, laptops, tablets, books, and any other items to use in their downtime. Then there was a list of forbidden items. This contained items such as: anything illegal, tobacco, weapons, and... "all personal items of clothing, including bras and underwear"!? This seemed weird, but again, Claire did not voice her concerns. Maybe they would provide her with some clothes when she got there. Finally, on the day of Claire's departure, the limousine arrived. She was surprised that this was what she was being transported in, not that she would complain. Despite having gone to the toilet before she left, she soon found she felt the urge to do another wee halfway there. She felt awkward about asking and decided she could wait until she got there. Little did she know that if she asked, she would have been told to just do a wee in the car; even the driver had done so. Upon arriving at the school itself, Claire was struck by its sheer size. The surrounding fields easily went on for miles, all seemingly mown regularly. Surrounding this appeared to be some woodland in all direction. She walked down the yellowish gravel path as it meandered towards the large main building of the school. The school itself looked like a mansion of some sort, with three stories and countless windows on both sides of the door. Oddly enough there was a statue of a nude man and woman together in some kind of dance pose. But the thing that made Claire have to do a double take, was that it appeared that these statues were a water feature, with water coming out of the statues' genitals as if they were peeing. Even weirder, the man's penis was erect, and his piss was hitting the woman's chest. Claire was however snapped from these thoughts by the opening of the oversized door. Behind it was a mature lady who was presumably the head mistress. Claire was shocked by the fact that she was completely nude, except from a belt that had the school logo, and some pockets attached to said belt. Despite this lady being past her prime though, she still looked in great shape. "By the way, you're not technically allowed to wear those clothes here" She announced "but seeing as you just got here, I'll let you off. I will however have to confiscate those clothes until you leave. Now take them off" "Ok..." replied Claire nervously "Where are the changing rooms, and where are the clothes for me to change into?" "Ok" replied Samantha, with a loud sigh "I would have hoped your mother would have told you, but we don't wear clothes here unless it gets cold, as we believe that that helps to create the most relaxed atmosphere for learning. We only allow you to wear this kind of belt with pockets, unless you are outside, in which case you may also wear sandals, a sunhat and some sunglasses. In the winter we also allow you to wear: a coat; wooly hat; scarf; gloves; and our special winter thigh high socks and thigh high boots. Your genitals and bottom will still be exposed, but we'll manage to keep the rest of you warm enough to make up for it. Oh! And you are also allowed to wear anything that is there for medical reasons, like your glasses" Claire couldn't believe her ears. This seemed outrageous. Then again, there isn't anything inherently wrong with nudity. Maybe she would just get used to it. She decided that since she was there she might as well give it a go. She hesitated for a while before nervously removing her clothes. "See, that wasn't so hard was it?” asked Samantha, rhetorically “In fact it seems you'll fit in rather well here. Let's go to my office where I'll fill you in on our rules here, and we can discuss any arrangements we need to make. Come." "Ok, but I… um... could use a toilet right now" replied Claire. She probably wasn't all that desperate in the limousine (you know what nerves can do), but now she properly needed it, although could probably wait a fair bit more. "Look" said the headmistress "you'll be able to wee soon enough: this won't take long". Claire simply nodded and they began walking to the headmistresses office. On the way there she thought she could smell a faint whiff of something. It couldn't be urine could it? Soon they arrived at The headmistresses office. The door simply said "Samantha Wilde, Headmistress". Inside, was a small desk, several chairs on one side, and an office chair on the other. The desk itself was unremarkable, with paperwork, a computer and all that jazz, but the room did surprisingly contain a few beanbags, a cd player and a few lava lamps in one corner. Claire guessed this was because the headmistress was serious about this being a relaxed environment, but whatever. "Ok, please take a seat" said Samantha as she sat down on her office chair, she briefly got something up on her pc, before returning her attention to the new pupil. "Claire Robinson, correct?" "Yes Mrs Wilde" replied Claire. Samantha only rolled her eyes. "You know my first name, and to be honest, we feel that these stiff hierarchical ways of addressing people just makes this place less relaxed. You can call any teacher by their first name if you wish. Also, I'm not married, not that that matters though." "Ok, Sam" "Great! But I prefer the long version of my name. Call me Samantha. Now first things first, you said you need to go to the toilet, right? Well, there are probably some things I need to explain first. First off, we don't have many toilets, and those we do have aren't really designed for you to wee in them. For this reason if you only need to wee, you might as well just do it here; all our other students and staff do so as well." "WHAT!?" exclaimed Claire, unable to believe what was just said. "You... expect me to just piss in my chair!?" "Or on the floor, or wherever really, well, except things like computers and paperwork" explained Samantha "but I suspect you would find it easier to start in your chair as you are sitting down like you would at a toilet. Also, I much prefer the word wee, it sounds much nicer." While Samantha was speaking, there was a strange sound in the room that Claire would not have been able to identify, but she thought it might be Samantha doing a wee in her chair. She did say it was OK after all, but she didn't seem to give any indication she was doing so until she continued "In fact, I'm weeing right now. Would you like to watch? If so just peek under the desk; I don't mind." Claire wasn't the sort to want to look at people peeing, but she needed to see it to believe it, so she gingerly peeked for just a second, before sitting back exasperated, still unsure she could really go. Then as soon as Samantha had finished her wee, she offered "I'll tell you what, I'll go outside for a while, and give you some privacy for now, and when you have finished your wee, just come outside and let me know. We'll work on you being able to wee on the floor around other people later." And with that she left Claire, who needed a moment to gather her thoughts. While Samantha was gone, Claire decided instead of wetting a chair that she might have to continue to sit in, it might be easier to squat and pee on the floor, like she had done in the woods during a camping trip one summer. with this resolved she got up and moved to the plainest corner in the room, with her back to the corner she dropped to a squat. She also grabbed her waist, as if to pull her trousers down, forgetting that she was already naked. Her heart was pounding. A rush of anticipation coursed through her veins. She was weeing... on the carpet. It astonished her how thrilling this was. She must have peed for around a minute. the carpet couldn't absorb all of it and so some formed a puddle, as if it were on a more solid surface. Once she was done she got up, gingerly stepped over her puddle and went to greet Samantha on the other side of the door. "I... urm... did it, but... urm... on the floor." Claire announced nervously. "Well done!" Samantha said with genuine praise in her voice. "But there is no need to be so euphemistic. Just say you did a wee on the floor. Also, you'll need to get used to standing and sitting in urine, as I can guarantee you that when the students come in the seats won't be dry for long, and neither will most of the floor. So I want you to go back inside, step in your own puddle, then sit in my office chair while we sort out the rest of your details." Once they were inside, Claire did as she was asked. While she was expecting to be grossed out, she found she actually liked the warmth. She then sat in the office chair. She found it a bit cold at first, but soon got comfy, and continue discussing, the rules, expectations, as well as filling out forms about things like, her dietary requirements and medical problems. Samantha gave her her school belt, then it was time for her to be shown around the school, but first, lunchtime. Claire was surprised to find even the canteen had a carpet. Then Samantha answered Claire's unspoken question "By the way, the reason we have carpets here is because they are better for weeing on, besides, we're fine with cleaning it up." The two then sat down on some upholstered chairs (which were also presumably better for weeing on), and read the menu. "So, what are you having?" asked Samantha "Cheese toasty sounds good. I'll have a banana as well." "Cool, I'll place our orders." She went over to the serving hatch and asked to chef for their orders, before waiting a while and returning to her seat with their orders. "So, did your mother say anything about this place?" "No, not really, I was just told it'd be a chill place. I didn't expect to be... Urm weeing on the floor." "Well there are probably more things that might shock you, but I'll explain them later, for now I think you need to get used to the weeing part. I just wish your mother would have told you. How do you feel?" "I actually found the weeing enjoyable. But I'm concerned about what you haven't mentioned." "Great! I mean we wouldn't want you to be miserable here. I was a bit concerned at first, but it seems you might just fit in. Also, I wouldn't worry about that. It'll only be a few things and you'll probably be cool with it. If you do decide to bail out though, there are other schools for you to go to." Once they finished they started walking towards the classrooms. Most of it was what you'd expect, with desks, chairs and the such. There were also some relaxation rooms with bean bags and all that jazz, for when students wanted some alone time. There was also a library, and the school nurse's office. At one time during the tour, Samantha casually started weeing while walking from one department to another. Claire stopped and looked to briefly see was going on, but then the two continued onwards, Clair trying to not make a big deal out of it. Halfway towards the common room, Claire announced "I need another wee." "You know you don't need to announce it, although you can if you want. Let's just keep walking and see if you can do a wee on the go." Claire took until she reached the common room to be able to start going. "Hey I'm doing a wee" Claire announced. "Cool, keep walking" was the response. They got to the middle of the room. The common room seemed really chill. The were board games, cards, 2 pool tables, 2 table football games, some couches and a tv. What really surprised Claire was the modest collection of sex toys. "What are those about?" She asked, somewhat confused. And pointed to the sex toys. "Oh! Feel free to help yourself, just wash up after yourself and use a condom to cover anything you plan to use anally." "Yeah but then people will know I'm using them, I mean if I were to, which I wouldn't. And where would I have the privacy? Wouldn't people see me take one?" "Listen, we encourage a relaxed attitude to sex and masturbation. If you wanna do either, you can do it anywhere, with whomever (providing they consent), regardless of who is around to see it. You can even have sex with teachers if you wish. Just don't disrupt lessons, or wake people up. I mean: we’re all over 18; you're hopefully going to be responsible; there's nothing to be ashamed of; and we're cool with it; so yeah. Oh! And keep quiet in the library." Claire just stood there like a deer in headlights. "I'll tell you what, let's show you around some more while you take that in." Then they got to the dormitories. There about 8 double beds per room, a wardrobe? (maybe to store personal items?), and an en suite. "Ok, so I know this may seem really strange to you, but the dormitories are unisex. This means you will be sleeping in the same room as several boys. Also you are free to share a bed with anybody you like, regardless of their sex, although you don't have to. You are also allowed to have sex with said person if they consent, but try not to disturb anybody at night. In the en suite there were 4 showers with no privacy, 4 sinks and a toilet. Again with no privacy. And the entire floor, save the showers, was carpeted. Samantha went on to explain "I know, there isn't much privacy here. If this really bothers you, you are free to leave. Claire was a bit apprehensive, but, she couldn't deny that weeing on the floor had been fun, so maybe she should give this place a go. "I'm cool" she said. "Excellent! In the meanwhile, I should probably go over a few more things. First off, when using the toilet, you should sit like this." she then sat on the toilet in such a way that her pussy was overhanging the edge, although that wasn't hard given how it was barely large enough to sit on. "This is to make sure that even when you are on the toilet you are still weeing on the floor. The toilet is for pooing only and make sure you remember that." she then happened to start weeing in just the manner she described, right over the edge of the toilet and onto the floor. Then she continued "Also if you happen to be more than about 800 meters from the building, we don't expect you to go all the way back inside to do a poo, just don't do it near the gravel, or any sports pitches." Once they got back to the dormitory, Samantha continued "Oh, and before I forget, you aren't allowed out of bed after lights out time, except to go to the toilet. That does mean though, that if you need to wee in the middle of the night, you'll just have to wet the bed. We kinda expect you to anyway." Claire was at first repulsed, but after having enjoyed weeing on the floor, she thought that maybe wetting the bed wouldn't be so bad. The walk down to the sports area and gym was quite long. Once they got there Claire was still somewhat surprised to see a locker room, apparently it was mostly to store their belts and whatever was in their belt pockets (like maybe phones), and their bags, while they they exercised. It also surprised Claire, perhaps more than it should, that it was just like the en suite in her dormitory, in that there were showers and a toilet with no privacy. There were also some sinks. It too was unisex, and carpeted. Then they went on to the gym, it had the unsurprising feature that the machines were waterproof (guess why). It had treadmills, rowing machines, weights, weight machines, cycle machines, and even a punch bag. One of the things that Samantha pointed out, is how the machines had the option of adding a sex toy extension, like a dildo to attach to the cycle machines. Then they went to the various other rooms, like the gymnasium, sports hall and the Olympic sized swimming pool. The pool apparently used some sort of revolutionary cleaning system which meant you could pee in it without it producing all the nasty chemicals they warn you about. Also, absent from the classic pool rules was the no heavy petting rule. Finally they went outside into the fields with all the various outdoor sports pitches there. Apparently the students also do long distance running around the vast fields. And occasionally do camping trips in the woods outside. Then they returned to the common room and sat down on the sofas. "So how do you feel so far?" Asked Samantha "I think i need more time to get used to this, but you know what. I think I'll really like this" and with that she did a wee into the couch. "Ahh!" She exclaimed. "Feels so warm." "See! Your getting the hang of this." Said Samantha, with a genuine smile. "But how do you feel about the fact that people are allowed to openly masturbate or have sex here?" "I don't know. I always felt that masturbation was a dirty thing, maybe this'll help me feel otherwise. I mean, why did we have to make it private in the first place?" "Who knows? Anyway seeing as for now we are pretty much the only two people here, and I don't have much to do, would you like me to keep you company?" "Urm... What do you mean?" "Well maybe we could play a game, watch some TV, or have a chat. We could even play some porn on the TV." "I'm not sure about watching porn. How about a game of pool?" "OK, but first, I could use some water. In fact, I'll drink plenty, after all, I don't have to worry about when it comes out the other end. In fact, shall I get you a drink too?" "Yes please" and with that, Samantha got a drink while Claire set up the table. They played many rounds of pool. While Claire was a bit shaky at first, she soon got the hang of the game, and letting it flow . She even managed to do a wee while concentrating on a crucial shot. That night, after dinner, Samantha accompanied Claire to her dormitory. After Claire had gone into her bed, Samantha asked "So, do you think you'd like to stay here" "Yes!" Replied Claire enthusiastically. "Great! Let me fetch you some water." She came back with 750ml "But you aren't supposed to drink so much before bed!" Protested Claire "Why not?" "..." "I mean you don't have to worry about wetting the bed. If anything you'd have to be worried about not wetting the bed." "There doesn't seem to be enough protection here?" "It feels better when your wee soaks into an unprotected bed. Besides, what is the worst that can happen? We clean these thoroughly each morning, and if it's a bit damp by evening, then you can warm it back up with your wee." With that Claire drank the water The two of them had been chatting for a while when Claire started squirming a bit. "Do you need a wee?" Asked Samantha "Urm yeah." "Well go on then. Wet the bed." Claire had enjoyed peeing her chair, so she thought why not try the bed as well? She took a while to start weeing, but once she did, she moaned luxuriously. She writhed in the naughty feeling that she had- despite the fact that she was supposed to do this. She suddenly recalled a repressed memory, that she had wet the bed deliberately as a kid once, to see what it was like. She found she liked the warmth, but her father was rather cross. Now he wasn't around. She then felt aroused at the warmth that caressed her. "Urm I actually kinda wanna, you know. Masturbate right now" she confessed. "Go on then, we are all human here." Samantha encouraged, before sitting on the other side of the bed. And with that Claire tentatively reached for her clit, gauging Samantha's reaction, gradually working up the nerve to masturbate more boldly. She actually surprised herself when she found she enjoyed having an audience- even if she wasn't particularly attracted to women (right?) She then quickly got really into it and started touching herself all over while humping the pillow, and moaning loudly. It didn't escape her attention that Samantha was now joining her adding her own moans. Suddenly Samantha added her own wee to the already wet mattress. “You know. I don't actually have any bladder control” she explained “but it's always nice when I happen to do a wee in the middle of jilling. Feels so good.” The two of them happened to reach orgasm at the same time. Claire had never had such an intense orgasm in her life. “How do you feel about this place?” asked Samantha. “I wanna stay here!” exclaimed Claire. Genuinely excited about the prospect of peeing and jilling in front of her fellow students. “I'm relieved to hear it.” Said Samantha “Well we'd better get washed, brush our teeth, and go to bed.” They did so. The final surprise that day was that Samantha was sleeping in the same dorm as her. But Claire didn't mind. After all, Samantha was cool. Claire took a long time to sleep, excited about what tomorrow might bring. But finally did drift off to sleep.
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    Farewells not Always are forever, but you have to understand one thing. Whenever I become part of a new place, I Always have in mind TWO very precise aims: #1 change that place. Being a Witch is little about the occult, is more than anything else about discovering which scientifical/behavioural/"spiritual" truths we are living DETACHED FROM, to our own great self-damagin, out of ignorance or moralistic censorship. I do not push people to transgress in a plain way: I push people to discover some previously ignored, riddle-solving mind sets. And this is something I managed to do, indeed. #2 share something (and here comes the pain) WORTHY When I have nothing really new or fascinating to share, I prefer to write nothing at all. And sincerely, I feel displeased when somebody that doesn't share my same honour-code obtains likes and appreciation, something which I have to say I noticed that had happened. What I mean is that there is a lot of differencies between "personal tastes" and "capability to recognize Worth, or lack of it". When I'm up to point #1 I never leave regardless of how many problems I encounter about point #2, but as soon as I finish about point #1, if problems about point #2 continue to happen, I quit. It's like having accomplished my mission, but don't feeling invited to the aftermath celebrations. During the last days, many very personal posts of mine obtained little to no appreciation/following while people offering nothing special (not bad, but nothing special) was cheered like a king. That is something which really displeased me, NOT the fact that others got more likes/replies than me, but that I got too few. I felt left behind, and that coincided with me first person feeling that I #1 accomplished my task, which was my 80%, and #2 I was running out of something world-rocking to share. When I first started writing on this forum, nobody cared about me at all. There is even a story I posted which I consider hot as hell that got ZERO likes/replies. But I kept going. Why? Because I hadn't yet accomplished my mission. And because, meanwhile, I started to be appreciated. And I would return if such appreciation would show up again. But I like action. Feeling rocked. Tens of likes and replies per day. And I like honour. It's an honour to be surpassed in the "win the day" competition by titanic contributors like Zzyzx, Steve or Ozabot, or others of those heritage, I proudly kneel to their massive and daily-refreshing contributions. But I bow to nobody else. Competition is everything to me, and this goes in pair with the fact that having to answer to nothing more than a couple of likes/replies per day BORES me to death. I accomplished my task. VERY LITTLE would keep me here from now on. Only the satisfation of being rocked and crowned by a lot of likes/replies to answer, not only a lot, but actually more than less-deserving (careful, less-deserving, NOT un-deserving, nobody around here is undeserving) people. It's not about ego, not at all: it's about visceral passion, and the glory of swift answering/posting, the cheerfulness of celebration and triumph, like the drunk noise when your favourite sport-team wins. It's NOT about defeating another competitor, though it cannot happen WITHOUT: can you understand this?
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    Resurrecting an old topic because I find it so thought-provoking. A lone incident of watching a girl pee in the woods next to me was all it took. We were 18, already sexually mature, but I guess it's never too late to develop a new kink. I've detailed the story in my introductory post. Everyone has already touched on the anatomical differences which make it a turn-on at the most basic level. I think everyone has the potential for a pee fetish. When girls pee outdoors, why do they often have friends standing around to 'block' the way? So nobody looks. But why would anybody even WANT to look unless there was a temptation involved, unless catching sight of the girl pissing had some erotic potential? Why are those accused of looking or trying to look usually called perverts? But the girl that hip-checked me into this fetish has the most to do with it. I already found her extremely attractive, but she was a prude. Never had a boyfriend before 18 or had any sexual experience. She had awesome tits but always tried to hide them with big t-shirts. Even catching the SLIGHTEST hint of flesh from this girl (as much as a belly button or a hint of thigh) for me was like seeing other girls naked, as she was my crush in high school. The day I saw her pee was the first time I saw her wearing a formfitting shirt and short shorts. Again, the fact that she hid her body made it all the more desirable. So when she and I were smoking weed in the woods before she peed, i was satisfied just to finally see her legs, as shapely as in my fantasies. So when she announced she had to go, suddenly a possibility beyond my wildest expectations presented itself: i had the possibility to see a LOT more. We were sitting next to each other on a log a few yards away from a trail and i offered to return to the trail. She refused, saying I'd block the view of her if anyone should pass by on the same trail. So she was still concerned with onlookers, but I was trusted enough to remain. When she finally sprayed, she made no attempt to hide the action from me; we were so close her bared-to-the-butt leg was touching my own. The way she spread her shorts aside revealed her ENTIRE pubic area. The very specific idea of her very casually exposing herself to me, despite her prudish nature, drove me wild. She glanced at me mid-stream, saw where my eyes were fastened, and continued. I've known guys who couldn't even pee in a movie theatre bathroom and here's an inexperienced virgin unwittingly giving me the best sexual thrill i've had outside of physical contact. Also, something that isn't brought up too often is the smell. Studying her puss before the stream started, I noted she was wet...really wet, and we all know the subtle-but-wonderful scent associated. I'm guessing the weed we smoked had some aphrodisiac effect, but the combination of her girlyjuices and urine gave off a glorious aroma that made me think of primal and animalistic things. Pheremones, maybe? I dunno, but the smell of fresh female piss is enough to drive me wild. That's all i can think of for now
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    So unlike many of you on this forum, I came to this fetish a bit later, 18 years old to be precise. I think, however, that after you hear my story you’ll understand why pissing, in all its forms, represents the supreme sexual thrill for me. My high school decided to hold its senior picnic at a local state park which featured a decent-sized lake and several trails for hiking. The school had the largest pavilion set aside for us, and there was food, soda, and iced tea provided in abundance for all. It wasn't long before the students split off into smaller groups and began to wander about the grounds of the park. For the occasion I had procured a small quantity of high-quality kush and was planning to smoke it with a classmate of mine I'll call C. C...wow. She was the hottest girl of our graduating class but didn't seem to know it. She was sexually inexperienced and somewhat of a prude. She had a gorgeous body...not much of a butt but her 36c breasts more than made up for it. Shoulder-length chestnut hair with fringe bangs, dark eyebrows and a beautiful, petite featured face. She was slim but still had wonderful hips, and her skin was so pale, milky, and smooth...yeah. Easy on the eyes is an understatement. She usually wasn't one for revealing clothing, opting on most days for large t-shirts and jeans. On this day, however, she was wearing a babydoll shirt that outlined the wonderful curvature of her breasts, a pair of those Candies platform sneakers, and a pair of cotton Aero short-shorts, the kind with a drawstring at the waist that were loose and roomy around the thighs. This last detail will come into sharp focus. It didn't take long for her and I to pick the most secluded-seeming of the trails to get high and avoid getting caught. Once we were out of eye-and-earshot of our classmates, I packed the bowl, lit up, and we passed it back and forth between us. It wasn't long before the weed loosened us both up and we were giggling and sharing barely-coherent inside jokes. Now all this time I had been nursing a chub by stealing every glance I could at her lovely thighs, plenty full for a petite girl. Eventually, we passed a large , fallen oak just off the trail that made a perfect seat for us to sit side by side whilst I packed a second bowl. The way she was sitting caused her shorts to run a few inches up her thighs, and I kept my arms carefully folded across my lap to hide my reaction to this development. We were sitting close enough for our clothing to touch. I noticed, halfway thru the bowl, that she was shaking her leg up and down with increasing rapidity. I asked her what was wrong, wondering if the weed was making her nervous. "No. I have to pee, like, really bad." Hoo boy. Now up until this point I wasn't into pee but i did know that a girl peeing outdoors involved a degree of baring her vagina to the open air in one form or another. My thoughts, already clouded by the pot were stirring uncontrollably and my heart started racing. I felt it beating against my T-shirt as I tested the water: “Well…do you think you can make it back to where the bathroom is?” "Not gonna happen. I'm sorry, not to be gross but I'm gonna pee here." I became rock hard with staggering rapidity. I believe this was the moment my fetish was born, but what followed gives me goosebumps of extreme satisfaction to this day. That said, at this point I still wanted to be a gentleman and not a creep. "Okay, you want me to walk back to the trail until you're done?" I figured, with her shy nature that catching a peek was out of the question but maybe I could at least hear her urine hitting the dirt from the trail. "No, please just stay here, I don't wanna feel like I'm alone, you know?" She lightly grasped my arm as if to prevent me from stirring. But like a tree standing by the waterside, I would not be moved. "I'm sorry, please don't think I'm gross." I attempted to sound cavalier but my voice trembled yet. "Not at a---all." I guess the weed made her paranoid of being alone. I had all the excitement of a kid on christmas morning as she set to work. She scooted her little butt up to the edge of the fallen oak until she was perched just below her tailbone and spread her legs wide with me still next to her. Her bare left knee touched my right. Now, remember that loose-about-the-thighs detail? She took great advantage of this, pulling the leg up and across her crotch, exposing her left thigh to the ass cheek as she hopped slightly so her bum would hold it in place. I was already leaning forward to hide my priaprismatic boner and only had to look peripherally to see her lime green panties. What happened next, I swear to this day I saw in slow motion. Her right hand, still clutching at the leg of the shorts, swept across the panties' crotch and pulled it completely to the side. Dear God. Her pubic hair was very close-cropped, its outline still discernable, and the slightly puffy outer labia parted to reveal the bubblegum-pink folds within, slick and shiny. Perhaps the weed made her horny. She was preoccupied looking down at this but had to know I was watching. My body was aquiver and sweat pops were blooming on my forehead as, with both hands, she spread her labia out with a slightly upward, diagonal angle. She exhaled slowly through her mouth and it started, not gradually, but almost instantly, spraying forth maybe 2 1/2-3 feet infront of her, a strong, singular stream with a slight parabolic arc. As her urethra had a clear shot, the only sound was of her urine hitting the forest floor where a mound of foam began to build up between her sneakers. It had to have been 45 seconds to a minute, but for me, time had frozen. My senses heightened by the weed, I caught hints of ammonia in the air, accompanied by an undercurrent of her own secret, sticky-sweet girlish scent. My mind was overloaded. The stream died down almost as quickly as it started, the last few drops running down the fallen tree between her legs. She air-dried for a monent, then as she replaced her clothing she turned and made a coquette's face, winking one eye and sticking out her tongue. That did it. I swear my dick recoiled as it shot out the most massive wad of my life up to that point. She quickly stood, adjusted her shorts and brushed the debris from her ass. I was dumbstruck, barely feeling the damp slickness in my boxers as I listened to the foam dissipate. I recovered enough to realize I ought to say something. "It looks like someone poured out a beer," I said in monotone, gesturing to the foamy patch. She agreed, giggling. On our walk back we were in a mirthful way, joking about her bladder size and her good aim. She knew I saw it, bare pussy and all, and her cheeks were flushing red on-and-off all the way back. When we got back to the pavilion I ran to the restroom to clean myself as best I could, stroking myself to two more explosive orgasms in the process. So that's my story. Would it be okay if I posted it in the "True Stories" section as well? I think it would be of interest. I'd challenge any man to walk away from that experience without a passionate and lifelong urine fetish.
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    Love this pic. Its so full of happiness and joy. 😊
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    Hi all, I'm new here and glad to have found this site! I'm a Bi female, in a hetero relationship. I am 40 years old and am very much a pee enthusiast! It was a secret I kept for a long while...only engaging in solo play, or very specific meet ups. I met my current boyfriend 5 years ago, and was up front about my fetish and he was happy to oblige! Pee has been a regular part of our sex life! I am also currently pregnant, and my arousal level for anything taboo has gone up 100%! I am in to pee play for fun only...and intimacy. Not forceable play or humiliation.
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    Dear Wet Carpet My name is Jodie and I'm 49 years old. And I have always been into peeing in random places. My current boyfriend is great. He loves having me pee on the carpet beside his bed. Says the smell is kind of homely when I'm not there, lol. I stumbled upon a video a few years back, with a woman sitting on the front edge of her couch, and spraying pee all over the carpet. It got me so hot. I had to try it myself. So I peed all over my own living room carpet, lol. It was most exhilarating. My best mate is an even skankier bitch than me. There is a space in the corner of her bedroom where the carpet is totally ruined. She's been regularly peeing there for years, lol. She hides it with a throw rug but you cannot miss the distinct aroma of the place. She lets me pee there too, which is fun. One time after a little bit too much to drink, we both just popped a squat in the middle of her living room and peed on the carpet there. Seemed like a lot of fun at the time. And oh yes, haha. One time this pervy guy wanted us both to piss on his bed! So we did! Another time a former boyfriend wanted to watch us both pee against a wall. So we did it right there and then against his living room wall! He called us a pair of dirty bitches but thought it was funny. Jodie
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    Yum! 😋😋😋 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph59ef37eabd326&utm_source=PBWeb&utm_medium=PT&utm_campaign=PBWeb
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    I am a female who thoroughly enjoys piss. Today I chose on my ride home to not use the restroom, just place my jacket under me and let loose. In addition, I ordered a large Coke at Burger King. I have been pissing my pants off and on for 45 minutes and I am so horny.
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    I was walking in the woods and came across an abandoned toilet. No idea why it was there. Would appear that someone dumped it - except, it was a fair distance from any road. Anyway, I thought it was an opportunity not to be missed, so I peed in it. It felt good to pee in a toilet but totally in the open air. Of course, I couldn't flush though! Unfortunately, I had to cut it short as a bloke walking his dog appeared on the adjacent path. Another day, I was in a hotel and saw someone had left a dirty plate on a window sill in the corridor. I was wearing a coat, so I slipped my cock out of my jeans under the cover of the coat, then walked up to the window and pretended to look out of the window whilst I was peeing into the bowl. I didn't completely empty my bladder, but left a nice bit of pee in the bowl. You can see in the pics the position of the window and the bowl and then the bowl after adding pee sauce to the dish.
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    I really use this blog a lot. 😊 http://www.pissblog.com/blog
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    Wow, I really, really, long to hear the adventures of the young Tara and her roommate Danielle!
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    Here's a few 'teasing' pee pics of 'Debbie (Blondie) Harry'.
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    Oh, you know it.. A bi, female, pee-lover in a restroom is like a wolf in sheep's clothing! I'm fully aware of my unique position & have been/am SO grateful for such. The hardest part is not staring or commenting, when a friend who's pee-shy -yet comfortable with my presence- lets down her guard & pisses however pleases her most..so much schlicking fodder...
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