miniskirtpisser

Hey ya'll, I'm back with another pee story. I think this particular story is tamer than my other stories & most of the stories in this site. Nonetheless, I hope you still enjoy it. Here goes:

Samantha drove to a parking lot in front of a beautiful house. It’s her third month working for a renowned developer. As a new employee, it’s part of her job to decorate the show units that her company have. Once she is parked, the beautiful lady in a smart top and short pencil skirt exited her car and brought a box full of decorations into the house. She made several trips back and forth from her car to the house to unload all of her stuff. As it was in the middle of summer, the sexy blonde kept drinking from her big water bottle.

After unloading everything, Sam started to unbox and placed the decorations at their appropriate places. About an hour into her work, she began to feel the effect of all of the water that she has drunk. Sam went to the bathroom of the house. When she got there, she realized that because she is in a show unit, the toilet was not actually connected to the plumbing.

She contemplated to drive to the nearest gas station and use their toilet. However, at her current desperate state, she knew she won’t be able to hold it for that long. She is also not comfortable doing her business outside or in the porta-potty because her mom has always instilled on her that it is very unladylike to pee outdoor. Sam almost wet her panties when she suddenly got a brilliant idea.

“Oh well…. It’ll add a sense of realism to this flower,” she thought. She went to the kitchen and stood behind the kitchen island, away from the door. With her foot, she opened two big cabinet doors under the kitchen island forming some sort of enclosure.

She then grabbed two modern stained glass vases that was decorating the dining table and the kitchen counter, pulled the ornamental silk flower out of them, and placed those vase on the floor near the enclosure. Quickly, she wiggled her tight pencil skirt up her hips, exposing a pair of see-through cream-colored lace panties covered in black stocking pants. She hooked her thumbs on the elastic on the panties and pull both the panties and the stockings down to her knees. Her hairless, slightly pouty pussy and bubble butt were on full displays. A hint of moisture decorated her quivering lower lips, signifying her excitement.

She crouched down and assumed a low squat position. Carefully she brought one vase near her womanhood and aligned its opening with hers. Her lacquered finger entered and further separated her tight vulvas. She relaxed and started shooting out her liquid honey with laser like precision. Loud hissing noises and sweet pattering sounds that the urine made when striking the glass emanated throughout the room.

Unlike many women, her pee did not start with dribbles. It jetted full-powered from her opening. After filling up half of the first vase, she abruptly stopped her stream. She replaced the filled up vase with another empty vase and repeated the process. This second vase was filled with with clear glass bead. Upon addition of her liquid protein, these beads seemed to disappear. All of a sudden, her stream ceased to flow. She brought the smaller end of the vase close to her slit and run it on her pussy to dislodge any remaining droplets of her effluent. The feeling of cool glass on her hot vulvas was orgasmic. She then put those two vases aside.

Just to be extra cautious & extra dry, she took the decorative dish towel that was placed on the kitchen counter, unfolded it, and used the hidden part to meticulously dab her damp bikini area and top part of her inner thighs. She refolded the dish towel & put it aside.

Gingerly she stood back up and pulled her panties and stocking back to their place in one swoop. After smoothing down her skirt, she lifted up the vases. She poured some amount of essential oil from the reed diffuser and swirl the vases a bit. She hoped that by doing so, she can mask the smell of her urine. Without too much fanfare, she replaced everything to its respective position and continued to decorate the show unit.

Hey ya'll... I posted this somewhere else but would love to share it here with you. This is a work of fiction. I am a bibliophile so I don't condone what the character does in my story. It's nice to imagine the naughty scenario though. I hope you enjoy it. Here goes:

Yuki simply couldn't stop her shivering. Quickly, she pushed her cart full of returned books around the library, trying to efficiently reshelf everything. She couldn't help but curse her choice of clothing. The colourful short shorts that she wore perfectly enhanced her assets. Her white tank top fitted her petite body like a second skin. Her pert D-cup boobs, encased in a pair of lacy bra that peeked out of her top, appeared to almost spilled out. As expected, she looked extremely sexy, playful, and fresh but her clothing just couldn't protect her from the harsh AC of the library.

"Damn it, I should've known that they have finished fixing the AC today. Should've brought my jacket," she thought. As time passes, the cold started to affect Yuki's bladder. The coke and iced tea that she gulped with her small dinner wanted an exit. Not wanting to have any "accident", the petite Japanese girl briskly walked to the nearest toilet. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.....," she muttered as she pulled on the locked door. It really wasn't her lucky day. The janitor of the day needed to leave early so he decided to lock all of the toilet just after the closing time of the library.

Yuki did the pee-pee dance & jammed her palm in between her crotch trying to buy some more time before her urine forcefully escaped her body. It helped slightly but she was fully aware that the floodgate could open anytime. Leaving the library and simply peed outside was definitely not an option. Yuki was not prudish (she had her share of alleys and clubs peeing during her college years) but the area surrounding the library is full of upscale restaurants, shops, and supermarkets. There was no place to hide & do her business. She also couldn't just drop her pants, squatted on the carpet, and christened it with her effluent. The library recently installed additional security camera. She really didn't want her naked bums to end up somewhere in the net.

Defeated, she walked back to her cart. On her way back, she saw a folded plastic traveller's map on the table. A library patron must have taken it out of a guidebook & forgot to put it back in. An idea struck her and she quickly grabbed the map. She pushed her cart toward a relatively dark & secluded corner of the public library. She strategically placed her cart so that if anybody happened to look down her aisle, they wouldn't be able to see her from the waist down. Once she believed she was fully covered, she faced the bookshelves, widened her stance, and quickly pulled down the front part of her pants and her frilly panties, giving her adequate access to her womanhood but not exposing her phenomenal booties to any onlookers. She rolled the map into something akin to a cone. She aligned the large opening of the makeshift cone with her slit, jammed the cone to her moist vulva, and pointed the other end to the floor. Satisfied with the seal that she created, she relaxed, thrust out her crotch, and allowed her pee to trickle out of her fully shaved pussy. It made a loud pattering sound as the droplets hit the linoleum floor. She was startled and abruptly stopped.

"Oh well..... Change of strategy," she murmured. She repositioned her makeshift peeing aid so that the open end would point to the shelves which were stuffed with multiple copies of E. L. James' 50 Shades of Grey series. She tried to relax and calm herself again. Before long, her honey colored liquid filled the makeshift cone and quickly spattered on the books below. The exposed edges of the books darken as it greedily absorbed her offering. The black, plastic-wrapped cover of the book glistened with her urine. The piss started to pool on the edge of the shelves and cascaded down, wetting many more erotic romance novels in the process.

The feeling of emptying her bursting bladders was so orgasmic causing her to moan and sigh. She started to enjoy her naughty acts. She imagined patrons holding and reading books that were receptacles of her piss, truly clueless at the fact that their seemingly demure librarian had profaned them. Fueled by her fantasy, she decided to leave an even bolder mark. She started to move her hips around, drenching more and more books with her seemingly never ending female piss. She also hoped that by spreading her piss, the books wouldn't be too wet and they'd dry up in the morning.

All good things, however, had to end. After a relatively long pee, Yuki was spent. Her strong stream dwindled into droplets. As she removed her pissing aid, she rubbed pussy-end of the drenched map on her flaps to dislodge any remains. Some liquid still clung to her folds and it really annoyed her. Yuki really hated the feeling of wearing damp panties. She grabbed a soft cover novel from her cart & pressed the bindingless edge on her pussy. It greedily absorbed her leftover pee. Still not satisfied, she ripped some empty pages from the back of the book & run it along her slightly moist opening. She then crumpled the paper and discarded it between the shelves. Completely dry, she snapped her pants and panties back to their original position. She pushed her cart away & continued on with the rest of her shift, feeling truly blissful and slightly turned on.

The fundraising gala was already in a full swing. Sonia, a stunning black haired lady with a pair of D cups boobs & beautiful bubble butt, was the organizer. She was quite proud of the event. Within several weeks, she was able to gather at least 100 A-listers to attend the party. Being the good host that she was, she charmingly greeted each guest and aimlessly moving around from one group and the next. New flute of champagne would always be in her hand, eagerly toasting the guests. Sonia would always drain her drink. We can not waste a nice flute of Veuve Cliquot, can we?

After her fifth or so glass, Sonia’s bladder started to complain. She quickly made her way to the toilet. Unfortunately, other ladies apparently have the same idea. The bathroom was full and a queue of five desperate ladies was ahead of her. The beautiful party hosts decided to leave the area & try to find a quieter restroom. Briefly, she thought about going to the garden & do her business behind the dense rose bushes. She is no stranger to bush peeing. Everyday, she jogs around her city park/urban forest early in the morning. As she runs, she’d sip from her water bladder. Whenever nature calls, she’d leave the track and walk to a relatively secluded place. She’d simply pull her pants & panties to her knee, assume a high or a low squat as required, and blast the parched ground with her powerful stream. She’d never even think of using the dirty and smelly park toilet when she can do her business in nature. Sadly, for tonight, that option is out for her. She cannot bear the risk of being caught peeing outside by the party attendee.

She slipped out of the ballroom through a side door and started to explore the main corridor of the mansion. She pulled on the doors but all of them were locked. After several tries, she managed to open one of them. She entered the darkened room and looked around while adjusting her eyesight to the darkness. It appeared to be a very elegant tea room. Several low tables surrounded by cozy sofa was scattered around the room. She also spotted an ornately decorated porcelain floor vase at the far corner. It was a white amphora, gold-painted with intricate details. The handles were made of golden cupid sitting on opposite sides.

Sonia was overjoyed when she saw the vase. She was excited to use such a beautiful piece of art as her personal chamberpot. She quickly entered the room, closed the door, and barricaded it using a nearby sofa. As she approached the vase, she grabbed an embroidered napkin placed on a low table and stuff it in between her ample breasts that was encased in low-cut form-fitting sequined dark bodice. She then gathered the fine black silk that made up the skirt part of her slit dress, exposing more of her toned thighs, supple ass, and lacy-thong covered hairless pussy. Deftly, she slipped her thumbs under the elastic and allowed the negligee to fall down to her knees. She placed her stiletto covered legs on either sides of the amphora, positioning her slit right on its opening. She then crouched down slowly so that her womanhood sealed the top of the vase. Her tight and pouty vulva opened slightly. She tried to calm her nerve and excitement, willing herself to urinate. Once she felt comfortable, she quickly released her floodgate. Initially, only drips of liquid escaped her body. Not long after, her honey colored jet struck the bottom of the amphora, creating deliciously loud pattering and hissing sound. The sound of her piss subtly changed to a lower tone as she filled up the vase with her effluent. After a minute or so, she managed to squeeze out all of her pee. Feeling satisfied, she gingerly lifted herself up. She took the napkin out of her bosom & slowly dab it on her dripping slit, effectively removing any remaining wetness. She could not help but rubbed herself several times to help ease the horniness and the tingling sensation in her nether region that came from thinking that several hour later, some lady will unknowingly dab their lips during the tea party with her pussy rag. Feeling satisfied, Sonia unceremoniously dropped her used napkin on the floor and replaced her thong. She let her skirt fall back into its place and smoothed any creases. After picking up the used napkin and placed it back on the table, she gingerly exited the room eager to rejoin the party while feeling assured that her naughty deed will never be exposed.