Bill Thane

Pulled off in front of the mailboxes in a residential area to relieve myself this evening, stood facing them with my cock out acting like I was getting mail. (Pic of puddle attached.) Drove off but had to go again - broke the seal with the first piss - and found another set of mailboxes a bit further up, but in a more exposed area with a little more traffic. Went behind the mailboxes this time for more cover and voided the rest of my bladder, but got caught tucking things away and zipping up by a car passing by as I stepped out from behind the mailboxes. As I drove away I saw the car that caught me pull into their driveway and a young blonde woman got out. She seemed to be watching me drive past, and I'm more than a little turned on at that thought of her knowing that just a moment prior I'd been pissing just out of sight against her local mailboxes. 

Walking home this evening I was bursting for a piss, so I walked off the sidewalk a bit and went to the back door of the local movie theater, by the dumpsters. I was surprised to find the door open a crack - some of my piss may have splashed inside as I thoroughly hosed down the doorway. I just wish a cute theater employee would have walked out to put some trash away while I was standing there...

Have you ever just whipped it out or popped a squat while other people are around? Lately I can't seem to get this off my mind, and I want to hear your experiences with it (either as the pee-er, or witnessing it). I'm especially enthralled by the thought of doing it in front of the opposite sex, and with friends or colleagues who you've no sexual connection with.

Some examples of what I'm imagining are:

- Walking in the city at night with a friend, and just peeing against the streetlight while you wait for the light to change.

- Relieving yourself into a bottle while sitting beside a sleeping stranger on a bus. (Or better yet, asking the person beside you if you can use their bottle.)

- Offering someone a drive, and taking a leak in the parking lot after they've gotten into the car.

- Knocking on someone's door, and taking a piss off the porch while you wait for them (and then they open the door midstream).

- Playing tennis on an outdoor court and just turning to pee through the fence while waiting between games.

While I've not done anything like this, these situations make up most of my fantasies lately and I hope to hear from some people on here who are living the dream!

This story contains female desperation, public pissing, and humiliation.

Sarah tapped her foot impatiently, glancing down at her phone to check the time. 5 minutes left, no problem, she thought to herself. Against her better judgement, she lifted her water bottle to her lips and took another deep sip to calm her nerves. Focusing back to her quiz, she double-checked her answers again, carefully working through a few of the more complicated questions. As she reached the end and found her thoughts drifting back to her growing desperation however, she realized her hand was quivering, her whole body taut and straining against the release she craved.

"Alright class, pencils down, my TAs will collect your papers," Dr. Ruz said, his announcement a welcome distraction for Sarah. She packed away her supplies as the teaching assistants came around, then stood to join the throngs of students leaving the class. Shuffling forward slowly, she danced from foot to foot, her movements hidden by the tightly packed crowd. Finally she squeezed through the exit into the main hall of the building, making a beeline for the washroom. Fuck, I only have a couple minutes left before calculus, she thought, hastily pushing through the bathroom door and looking around for an empty stall.

To Sarah's horror, the sight that greeted her inside the washroom was a line of closed doors, with nearly a dozen women standing around waiting for their turn. As one of the doors opened, Sarah wasted no time in dashing towards it, pushing her way past the crowd.

"Hold up girl, wait your turn!" Sarah was suddenly jerked to a halt, a hand on her backpack restraining her. Tears of frustration beaded in her eyes as she helplessly watched another girl enter the stall. There was no way she'd get into a stall before class if she had to wait, but if she didn't use the washroom now she wouldn't make it through calculus.

Angrily, Sarah stepped away from the line, knowing now what she would have to do. Facing the wall she crouched down, pulling her dress up around her waist with one hand, the other slipping between her legs to pull aside her underwear. Her vision blurring with tears of rage, shame, and indignation, she paid no attention to the women behind her or their comments of surprise and disgust. Seconds later, all she noticed was the blissful relief of her piss emptying out of her desperate bladder. The hot stream sprayed past her fingers, drilling hard against the floor. As droplets coated her shiny black shoes she leaned back, her pee splashing up against the wall in front of her. The bathroom was now silent but for the steady hiss from Sarah's pussy, and the splattering of urine against tile. 

The last dribbles falling from between her legs, Sarah stood. Brushing off her legs, she let her dress fall back down, its hem just inches above the rapidly expanding puddle she was now standing in. Her face flushed crimson, Sarah stared straight ahead as she left the washroom, hurriedly making her way to class. 

Making it to class just in time, Sarah took a seat near the back and slowly regained her composure. She couldn't help but notice the dampness between her legs. Thinking back on what she'd just done she shivered - it wasn't just pee dampening her panties right now. Her notebook on her lap, Sarah's fingers were hidden from view as she began to lose focus on the class...

This part 6, the finale, of the pool girls series. If you've not read the earlier chapters, you can find them at the links below:

Part 1: https://peefans.com/topic/16955-the-pool-girls-part-16/

Part 2: https://peefans.com/topic/16965-the-pool-girls-part-26/

Part 3: https://peefans.com/topic/17001-the-pool-girls-part-36/

Part 4: https://peefans.com/topic/17069-the-pool-girls-part-46/

Part 5: https://peefans.com/topic/17146-the-pool-girls-part-56/

This chapter, and previous ones, contains male and female pissing, is primarily aimed at people who are attracted to women, and involves sex and sexual pissing. (Apologies for forgetting a disclaimer in previous chapters, perhaps a moderator can edit them to add if needed.)

Another day of work complete, I dumped an armful of pool toys and flotation devices into one of the bins. Being assigned to cleanup tonight, I was alone in the storage room, and likely in the pool facility overall. Having reeled in the lane dividers, wiped down the benches, and collected all the miscellaneous objects on the pool deck, I now just had to sort it all to the right shelves. Digging around in the bin, I hunted for the sinking rubber rings to put on their hook.

The hours I'd spent in the pool earlier were catching up to me as I continued my tasks, a growing weight in my bladder becoming increasingly burdensome. Having grown accustomed to how the pool staff operates, I felt no shame as I fished my cock out of my shorts and casually hosed down the shelf of flippers ahead of me.

"Long day, huh?" said a voice, startling me enough to cut off my stream. I jerked my head to the side, seeing Paige standing in the door. She smirked, "Keep going, I don't mind. We've all done the same."

Unfortunately, my body was making it quite impossible to fulfil her request, as I found myself stiffening under Paige's gaze. "You know, I think I'm done for now. What are you doing here?" I said, giving myself a shake.

Paige walked into the room. "I saw you with Jessica yesterday. Looks like she was having a lot of fun... Don't you think it was a little selfish of her, getting all the enjoyment and not giving anything back? Hey? I felt bad for you, so rude of our staff to take advantage of a new hire like that." Paige was beside me now, her hand resting on my wrist, preventing me from slipping my cock back into my swim trunks. Her eyes were locked on mine as she spoke, "Why don't I help make up for that. Hell, we've helped each other out in the past, we're good at this. No one's around tonight, it's just you and me."

I swallowed, a lump in my throat as I tried to figure out how to respond. Was Paige talking about what I thought she was talking about? "Uh, yeah, sure, feel free," I said.

Paige's hand had released my arm, her fingers cradling my dick as she slid her hand down the shaft towards the head. Her fingers grazed over the tip, brushing off one last drip of my urine. Lifting her hand to her mouth, her eyes twinkled as her tongue cleaned her fingers. "God, I'm so thirsty..." she moaned. "But it looks like you aren't able to help me just yet. I guess I'll have to change that."

Stepping close to me, Paige leaned in, her body pressing against my bare chest, her legs straddling mine. Her voice was husky as she whispered in my ear, "I've wanted you since the day I met you. Take me, make me yours. I'll be your little slut forever." As she spoke I felt a warmth on my thigh, piss streaming through Paige's swimsuit to run down my leg. She pushed herself against me, grinding her pussy upon my hip as she continued to relieve herself.

I turned, letting my cock slip between her legs, butting up against the wet fabric shielding her womanhood. The sensation of her pee cascading over my penis was overwhelming, mind-numbing. Driven by animal instincts, I roughly pulled aside her swimsuit and entered Paige. She gasped, her stream stopping as I pushed into her, her vagina struggling to expand to accommodate my throbbing member. Swiftly I pulled out, granting her a short reprieve before thrusting hard inside of her again, prompting another yelp of pain tinged with pleasure. Over and over I repeated this, feeling Paige gradually loosening and letting me penetrate deeper with each push. Her sounds turned to slow moans as we held each other, fucking where we stood.

Suddenly I saw movement, the door to the equipment room opening. In an instant I spun Paige around and pulled her with me behind one of the shelves in the back, giving us some cover and shadow. 

Peering out from between two bins, I watched as Jessica walked into the room. She was no longer in her swimsuit, having now changed into blue short shorts and a yellow tank top that showed off her petite figure spectacularly well. Not even bothering to look around, she strode directly to her locker, opening it to grab some papers while mumbling something about report cards and a "damn manager" to herself. As Jessica moved to leave, I could feel Paige begin to relax beside me, only to stiffen up again as Jessica abruptly stopped and turned before reaching the door. 

But she'd not noticed us. Instead, Jessica's attention was on herself as she squatted down and pulled the leg of her shorts aside. The smooth, pale skin of her pussy practically shone even in the dim lighting of the storage room. For a moment we all just waited in silence, Jessica staring off into space, her eyes focusing on nothing in particular. But my gaze remained firmly locked on her delicate slit. What I wouldn't give to have her in my bed, my hands holding her legs open wide, my tongue teasing the soft curves between them... I felt a friction on my cock as it pushed up against Paige, desperately throbbing for attention. 

The silence was finally broken, a hiss cutting through the air followed by a cacophony of splashing and pattering. Jessica's piss sprayed out in a messy, spinning torrent, voiding her bladder without inhibition. Standing behind Paige, watching this scene unfold in front of me, it was too much. Holding Paige by the hips I brought my cock up between her legs, sliding the shaft up and down her lips, coating myself in her lubrication before gently entering her again.

Still watching Jessica's powerful relief, I slowly fucked Paige, both of us breathing erratically with held breath and gentle gasps as we struggled to remain hidden. As Jessica's puddle grew and she showed no signs of slowing, I found myself losing control, my hands vices around Paige as I humped her harder, using her mercilessly even as she bit back moans. 

I barely noticed when Jessica stood up, shifted her shorts back into position, and left. A huge puddle filled the middle of the room, slowly expanding outwards still. With what control I still had, I pulled out from Paige, and walked her out with me to the puddle.

"Get on your hands and knees," I said.

Paige smirked. "Fuck, you're dirty. I like that." She wasted no time getting to the ground, unfazed by Jessica's piss on her hands, feet, and knees as she got into doggy position. Ripples marred the surface of the puddle as I knelt behind Paige and shifted forward to take her once again. Wasting no time, I drove myself into Paige, penetrating deeper than ever before. "AH! Goddddd," Paige cried out, slipping forward slightly under the assault. 

Losing myself to the pleasure of Paige's vagina, I pounded her harder than even before, neither of us holding back as we aggressively made love. "Paige, I'm going to cum," I said, leaning close over her back to be heard in my breathless voice. Paige tilted her head to look me in the eye. Her face was relaxed in ecstasy, yet her gaze held a fiery intensity as she spoke. "Cum inside me. Make me yo- FUCK!" Paige slid forward, her hands losing traction on the wet tile. Her chest and stomach fell to the floor, immediately soaking her swimsuit with a splash.

I was too close to release, too overcome by passion. Falling with Paige, I lay on top of her, bearing her into the ground. Paige squirmed under me, "fuck, yes, oh god, so fa-a-a-AHHHH-ST!" We came together, our muscles tensing in tandem, our legs shaking from one final exertion. My senses stopped, time stopped, for a moment I was adrift in a world of ethereal pleasure. 

I returned to reality to find myself kneeling between Paige's legs, with her still lying in Jessica's pee and gently grinding her breasts against the floor, letting out soft moans of contentment. A trail of semen ran out from Paige's vagina, slowly drifting away in the puddle below. As I watched, another stream ran from her pussy to the puddle, a slow trickle of piss that could only be from complete relaxation. I was reminded of my own interrupted relief, but it seemed my toilet was still basking in her post-orgasm bliss. Lying back down with her, I smiled. I could wait.

Hauling myself out of the pool, I was uncomfortably aware of how tightly my swim trunks were suctioned against my body. To make matters worse, during class I'd noticed Paige sitting at the side of the pool with a slow dribble of liquid running over the edge from between her legs and down into the water. Despite this becoming a fairly regular occurrence, seeing the pool staff relieving themselves at their convenience never got old. Fortunately, no kids or parents were near me as I stood up on the pool deck. The only person around was the on-duty lifeguard, sitting on a plastic chair a few feet in front of me. 

To my embarrassment, this lifeguard was taking full advantage of the front row seat, her eyes locked on my revealing bulge. Jessica twirled one finger in her hair as she mindlessly nibbled at her curls, all attention focused on the show. "Come on Jessica, eyes on the pool!" I called out, snapping her out of her reverie. She blushed and looked away, but I could see a slight smile on her lips. Walking past her I stepped into the break room, noticing that her head turned to follow me as I strode by.

Alone in the break room, I filled out notes on my last class. But not long into it, I heard a scraping of plastic on tile outside the door. It was so soft I could only just make it out over the din of the pool, but I listened as it repeated every few seconds. Putting my binder down, I walked back to the break room entrance and peeked out the doorway. Looking to the side, I spotted the source of the sound.

Jessica slowly rocked back and forth on her chair, her movements so slight as to be unnoticeable from a distance, but enough to cause the legs of the chair to slide a tiny bit on the wet floor. She'd brought one leg up, her knee bent to position her foot right under where she sat. Watching through the openings in the back of the chair, I could see her grinding into her heel, her dark red swimsuit pulled tight between her legs every time she shifted forward.

She looked up at me as I moved to stand beside her, jerking her legs closed and sitting up straight. I laughed, "Did you like what you saw that much?" At Jessica's shy nod I could feel myself once again stiffening. "You can finish, I'll stand here and watch the pool with you. Might block you from view of the parents too." I saw Jessica relax immediately, letting herself sink back into her chair as she began slowly humping her foot again.

I was already regretting my promise to watch the pool though, only being able to sneak the occasional glance down at the woman stealthily pleasuring herself at my side. But she had no such inhibition, as I noticed that she was staring at the tent in my trunks as she gradually increased the intensity of her masturbation. Turning my attention back to the pool, I was soon shocked to feel cool hands on my thigh. I stumbled slightly as Jessica tugged me closer, wrapping her arms around my leg and hanging on for support as she started to lose control to primal need. Glancing around, I was glad to see that I was positioned such that pool spectators couldn't see Jessica, and most kids in the pool were too focused on their lesson to look up at us. But I did see an instructor, Paige, watching from the other side of the pool.

Looking down at Jessica again I met her glassy gaze, her mouth hanging open a bit as faint whimpers of pleasure escaped her lips. Suddenly her arms tightened around me as she shook violently, her chair creaking as she ground herself hard into her heel. For a brief second I could see a flash of lucidity in her eyes, before her face contorted in rapture as she submitted to orgasm.

In a brief moment of silence, Jessica's body stiff, her breath caught in her throat, I heard a pattering of falling liquid. Darkening the fabric between her legs, piss ran over Jessica's foot, streams of urine spreading over her heel while others hugged her delicate arch to run between her toes. Unable to be contained on the seat, numerous trickles of her pee cascaded over the front, sides, and back to pool below her. Soon I felt the warmth on my own foot, her puddle steadily growing as she slumped back in post-orgasm bliss.

Jessica's arms dropped from me as she slowly regained control of herself. She moved her leg out from under her, scooting back on the chair to cause a small tsunami of piss to be pushed off the back, splashing loudly upon the floor. Running her fingers up past her shoulders, she went back to absentmindedly sucking at the tips of her hair. I chuckled at the sheer normalcy of it all, somehow no one had noticed what she was doing, at least no one who would cause trouble. "Alright Jessica, looks like you can handle things from here," I said, returning to the break room.

Fortunately it was still empty; I pulled down my trunks and thought back to what I'd just witnessed.