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  1. https://www.eroprofile.com/m/videos/view/Two-German-blondes-pissing-near-cathedral Pretty obvious, but the exact location is here: https://www.google.com/maps/place/50°56'26.4"N+6°57'30.3"E/@50.940663,6.9578748,19z/data=!3m1!4b1!4m6!3m5!1s0x0:0x0!7e2!8m2!3d50.9406633!4d6.9584223 It's right in front of the Cologne Cathedral and next to the Roman-Germanic Museum. They pee on a set of stairs descending down to a parking garage. So many people must use this stairwell every day!
  2. Fitting rooms are such wonderful places, aren't they? 😉 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d77fd0543e46 Right onto the floor
  3. Great stuff, Fox! Your writing is perfectly fine. As a fan of naughty, destructive peeing, I enjoyed your stories ;)
  4. This is a very clever premise and story! I enjoyed reading it 🙂
  5. Ohh pee vandalism, how I love it so. I personally haven't done anything too destructive (although a part of me would like to), but I also think that "vandalism" also has a component of intent behind it. Most of my disrespectful pees have taken place on people's cars, usually following the lead of one of my past girlfriends (I have mentioned her briefly in one of my previous posts). For whatever reason, whenever we would be leaving somewhere, it was like a switch was flipped inside her and as soon as we would reach the parking lot, she would have to pee. Enjoying the excuse to join her for a little impromptu nudity, I would usually join her. It started out with her simply peeing between cars and me peeing on the concrete. After a while it became her resting her ass against a car to pee (which would always send the stream backwards to run down the side) and me resting my back against it to once again pee on the concrete in front of me. Eventually, it became an expectation to pee in the parking lot and before long it had become a game to find a car and piss down its side. We would get to the parking lot, fully intending to pee somewhere and I would ask her playfully, "okay Morgan, which car do you want to pee on this tiiime~?" She would look around for a bit with a coy grin, sometimes walk around a little, then finally pick an unfortunate victim. Normally she would flash a predatory grin that I understood to know that she had found her toilet. The rest had become routine -- we had not only expected to do it, but we intentionally planned on it. She would slide both her denim shorts and her thong off in one motion, rest her cheeks against the vehicle and start relieving herself. Even I at this point would join the "game" and, instead of facing my back to the car, would pull out my cock and pee directly on it. Having just had two people piss over it, there would usually be a sizeable puddle at the base of whichever wall our piss was running down. Not to mention, Morgan would wipe and simply drop the tissue. So yeah, it wouldn't have been hard to put two and two together; whoever owned the cars we pissed on could easily see the signs. Morgan especially didn't really bother hiding the evidence. But as far as damage, it wouldn't really have amounted to much -- not really very "damaging" vandalism. But the deed itself? 100% intentional. It was a funny game to us.
  6. My favorite one yet! Hopefully Bill's pee wasn't very concentrated. It would like kind of suspect if Paige had streaks of yellow wash off her as she got into the pool 😆
  7. This story is a direct continuation of Part 1 with my characters Nina and Katie. This time, a new character is introduced so this part is somewhat an introductory one, but hopefully still a fun read. Thank you so much for your continued feedback and criticism -- you all have been very welcoming and accepting of my stories! This story contains content that may be objectionable to some, namely themes of pee vandalism and malice. All characters and events are works of fiction. Thank you! Pee Vandalism with Nina and Katie - Vacation (2)  --------------------- The sun was out, the sky was clear, and and Katie was in a great mood as she stretched out her arms to bask in the warm Parisian summer. The young blonde and her dark-haired friend had arrived at the luxurious Hôtel Plaza Athénée's Signature Eiffel Suite the day before, quickly succumbing to fatigue as sleep beckoned in the middle of the day. After all, neither girl had spent any part of their overnight flight sleeping and had instead exhausted themselves making the most of their Business Class seats. Nina had done a bit of a better job at this than Katie -- the brunette had treated her seat and its adjacent cabin wall to the contents of her bladder shortly before landing, but Katie instead found herself having to make alternative arrangements upon exiting the plane. The blonde, dressed in her sharp business attire at the time, had thus opted to engage in a different sort of business next to one of the baggage carousels at the far end of the hall. After unzipping her pencil skirt, shimmying up the fabric to expose her pantyless nethers, and crouching down while Nina stood guard, Katie promptly emptied her bladder directly onto the airport's polished floor. Had she taken the time to observe the results of her deed, she would have found that the glossy tiles had caused her urine to cascade across the floor in a telltale yellow hue. However, having addressed her need in such an unceremonious fashion, the blonde simply shook herself off and walked away without so much as a glance at what she did. Nevertheless, the two girls had managed to sleep all the way through the night and were excited for their first day of experiencing Paris. As Katie stood in front of the Hôtel Plaza Athénée wearing a pair of stylish denim shorts and a black camisole, she soaked in the sun; each and every part of her lithe body felt relaxed and ready to take on the day. This was in sharp contrast to Nina, who had now caught up with her friend and could be seen dragging herself out of the hotel's entrance -- compared to Katie, the bookish looking girl looked like a miserable zombie. Wearing a plain white T-shirt and a turquoise pleated skirt, Nina didn't seem as enthusiastic about the morning as Katie and instead looked down, grumbling to her friend. Whatever Nina's plight may have been however, Katie obviously found it humorous as she let out a loud laugh before grabbing her friend's hand to lead her away. -- Across the street, Michael turned his head in wonder. He could have sworn he'd just heard someone speak English -- among the snooty French, this was a rarity. As a language exchange student, Michael had been failing miserably and still could not manage to put together even the simplest of sentences in French. Thus, without French friends who could be patient with him, the prospect of making new English-speaking friends was too exciting to pass up! He was relatively sure that the blonde girl in front of the Hôtel Plaza Athénée had said something to her friend about "a good spot". Being familiar with the best tourist spots in Paris, perhaps he could help them out? The possibilities danced in the boy's mind as he crossed the street and wandered towards the side of the hotel building. Although Michael had seen the girls go in this direction, there was no trace of them anywhere. Hesitantly walking the length of the building, Michael decided to round the corner to the back of the building to be sure, perplexed at where th- "Hey, what the FUCK!" A shout rang out, followed by a different yet equally indignant voice dripping with condescension. "Yeah! Can't you see I'm trying to take a piss here?" ... It took a moment for Michael to process the scene. The blonde girl from earlier was standing there glaring at him... while her raven-haired friend was... "Huh?" It was all the boy could manage to utter. Sure enough, the dark-haired one was squatted atop a pallet of the hotel's newspapers awaiting their morning delivery. Given the height of the pallet, she was close to eye level and apparently nude from the waist down. And well... just as she had so rudely intoned, the beginnings of a stream began to patter out from between her legs, dribbling noisily across the papers. Michael blinked, dumbstruck. As he tore away his eyes from the apparently shameless girl in front of him, he saw that the blonde was holding a turquoise skirt that must have belonged to the her friend. By now however, the blonde was looking somewhat less tense and her expression softened. As she realized that their visitor wouldn't be alerting the authorities any time soon, Katie relaxed. She was having fun watching the shock of Nina's brazen outdoor relief paralyze the boy so. "She really had to go, huh?" Katie provoked with an amused smile. Nina too, despite being in the middle of her morning piss, quickly assessed the boy to not be a threat. Making eye contact with the flustered boy, rather than stopping and apologizing, the brunette instead smirked and decided to show him exactly what she had planned to do as soon as she had spotted the pallet of papers. In an instant, Nina was peeing forcefully over the papers and made a show of bouncing her hips around so as to mark everything on the pallet. The brunette giggled as she pissed noisily on one bundle of papers, then moved onto another, and another, purposely sullying each and every newspaper on the pallet. Indeed, it wasn't long before Nina was squatting over soggy yellow mounds of unreadable pulp, but this did not seem to bother her. If anything, the damage she was causing was only further arousing her, as the girl gripped her ass cheeks and moaned in ecstasy as she pissed over the newspaper remains until she expelled every last drop from her bladder on top of them. Michael watched, wide-eyed, as the girl hopped off the pallet with a contented little sigh, almost as if she hadn't ruined an entire day's worth of newspapers. And ruined they were indeed -- not only was every paper on the pallet stained a deep amber color, but a strong telltale smell of urine permeated the area. Yet, the fact that the papers were destroyed, her callous use of strangers' property as a toilet in public, and the unabashed nature by which she freely committed her self-serving act of vandalism did not appear to weigh on the girl in the slightest. In fact, she yet stood there with her genitalia completely uncovered, pleased with her handiwork. It was as if the girls were looking at him expectantly, and after what felt like an eternity, Michael finally uttered out a feeble, "why?" This sent the girls into a fit of laughter as they ignored him completely. "Oh man, I needed that!" Nina exclaimed as she retrieved her skirt from Katie and began to slip it on. "I'll say!" Katie quipped back. "I can't believe you even managed to hold it that long! Fuck, it was like you unleashed a fire hose there!" "God, yes!" Nina replied, laughing. "These shitty little papers didn't stand a chance!" As if to punctuate her statement, the brunette lifted her skirt to show her bare ass and gave it a playful little spank. "I should've just gone in the elevator when you did!" "Huh? ...elevator?" The boy's timid voice interrupted their laughter. "That's right!" Katie swooped in, seizing the ability to make the boy even more uncomfortable. With a wicked grin, she began to recount her morning. As it happened, the girls had discussed prior to check-in that they did not want to sully their pristine Signature Eiffel Suite. Yet. Although the girls had every intention of smashing up the beautiful crystal furniture, tearing up the luxurious down pillows, and causing all sorts of liquid damage to the contents of their expensive suite room, they decided that it would be best to keep their beautiful accommodation pristine until it is time to check-out. This arrangement wasn't too difficult for Katie, as she treated her own apartment in much the same way -- not a single drop of urine had ever seen the inside of her apartment, as the blonde much preferred to instead use the stairwells, elevators, laundry machines, mail room, doormats, and even sometimes the front doors of her neighbors' around her complex. The puppy-like Nina on the other hand was a different story. Nina had the propensity to forget and, in fact, Katie's morning had started when she caught the raven haired girl with her leg raised, threatening to christen a sofa cushion with her first relief since the airplane. Just as the mischievous girl had begun to urinate however, Katie had yelled out to stop her. Thankfully, the blonde had intervened just in time as Nina was able to quickly clamp off the beginning of her stream, only dribbling a few golden droplets onto the carpet below. Since only a small amount of pee was spilled, Katie was certain that housekeeping would find no evidence of naughty fluids being spilled on their precious carpet. While Nina apologized to her friend, Katie decided that she might as well get out of bed and begin the day as well. As she slid out of bed, the blonde walked to the magnificent marble bathroom offered by the suite and showered. Forgoing a bra, she slipped on the black camisole she would be wearing that day and picked out a shiny back thong with a pair of denim shorts to wear out -- a little racy, but perfect for the summer heat. However, instead of putting them on, she beckoned to Nina and handed them to her instead. The bottomless blonde then confidently strode out of the bathroom, passing the toilet on her way out, and made her way to the front door. Nina, understanding, followed her friend as she opened the door to step out into the hallway. Despite her semi-nude state, there was no danger in being caught as the Signature Eiffel Suite was the only room on the eighth floor -- the top floor of the establishment. Even so, Nina couldn't help but feel a little anxious as Katie went over to the elevators to summon one -- it would be quite hard to explain why the blonde was walking around with her bare ass on display. Thankfully, as expected, the doors to the elevator opened with no one else inside. As Katie stepped in, Nina grinned -- she, on the other hand, knew exactly why. It was something the girls had done many, many times in the past. Heck, she had done it after parking at the airport garage back home. Whether it was the airport, a parking garage, or even a mall, the girls were no stranger to holding the "Door Close" button, attaining their relief, and giggling to each other about the unfortunate individuals who would board the elevator after them. This time however, the elevator they were standing in stood out -- it was by far the most elegant looking elevator they had ever set foot in. Although it wasn't very large, it had a springy plush carpet, walls lined in velvet, and a pleasant citrus scent to it, indicating that it was well taken care of. Needless to say, although noticed by her, none of this mattered to Katie. The blonde merely stood in the center of the elevator and stretched, her freshly showered ass still glistening with beads of water. Without skipping a beat, Nina held the door closed. There was no fanfare. No mischievous giggle of anticipation. The blonde didn't even adjust her stance or decide to squat down. As she stood there, naked from the waist down, Katie simply began peeing straight down on the floor of the elevator. In fact, she even yawned while doing so. She had simply summoned the elevator, stepped in, and was now pissing away on top of the beautiful plush carpet. Nina laughed as she watched Katie's pee spread over the carpet, saturating and doubtlessly staining the fabric with disrespectful shades of yellow. Her laugh must have prompted the blonde to offer up more entertainment, as Katie, without stopping her stream, soon shifted her position to engage in something the girls also often liked to do when treating public elevators as toilets. Katie had adjusted her position so she was now messily directing her stream over the elevator buttons. Despite Nina's yelp as her friend's pee stream splashed her hand holding the "Door Close" button on the panel, she couldn't help but laugh as Katie's pee began to obviously damage the controls. One by one, the lights on the buttons flickered and went out. Katie let out a contented grin -- if she was lucky, she had just caused the buttons to stop working. Even if it was just that she had shorted out the lights in the buttons, Katie felt satisfied that her morning relief could cause such damage -- especially considering that others would surely try to use the buttons that she had so callously pissed over. Enjoying herself, Katie then adopted a high squat and leaned forward to direct her stream onto the wall behind her. Instead of the metallic pattering heard from the elevator buttons, a softer, yet equally naughty sound filled the elevator as Katie urinated on the wall. She had just about ruined everything she could aboard the little elevator, so the content blonde simply continued to piss over the wall until she had nothing left. With her stream waning, Nina watched as the girl in front of her shot out short little bursts of piss until she didn't have anything more to splatter the velvet with. By the time she was finished, the blonde was beaming at the way the soaked velvet dripped onto the saturated carpet. "Ahh~!" Katie sighed happily as Nina grinned back at her. The formerly pleasant elevator now held the humid scent of morning piss. As the girls proceeded to exit the elevator, the sodden carpet squelched under their feet. This, along with the telltale streaks running down from the wall and control panel certainly suggested that naughty behavior had taken place here. Yet the perpetrators themselves didn't give a second thought to the vandalism they had just committed. Katie, now grinning from ear to ear at her selfish behavior that morning, took her clothes back from Nina and got dressed in the hallway. Then, without skipping a beat, Katie called the adjacent elevator, stepped in, and enjoyed a clean, comfortable ride down to the lobby. By the time the blonde had finished her story, Michael's mouth was hanging open. His first inclination was to dismiss the story as made-up. However, as he glanced at the useless pallet of newspapers next to him, he knew deep down that the girl must be telling the truth. Even though it was a disrespectful, vile thing to do, he had no doubt that the blonde had summoned an elevator just pee in it as her personal toilet, with no regard for the poor workers who would have to clean up after her. "So yeah! Nina pissing just now? She hadn't gone since our flight here!" Katie went on, laughing. "Hey good thing these newspapers were here to soak it all up!" Nina quipped, playfully sticking out her tongue. "Yeah right!" Katie retorted. "The newspapers weren't enough! Your piss is still dripping off the pallet!" Pleased with her accomplishment, Nina simply held up her middle finger and once again lifted her skirt to flash her friend, showing that she was quite unapologetic for her handiwork. Eventually, Michael couldn't take it anymore. Watching the girls joke about the damage they caused to other people's property -- it was wrong! "Don't- Don't you feel bad?!" the boy finally uttered. Like a couple of calm tigresses, the girls stopped and turned their gazes towards the boy. "You ruined those papers! And the elevator!" Michael found himself saying. "You did it for no reason!" The girls quietly waited for the boy to calm down, only to provoke him further. "Nope!" Katie shrugged, smirking. "Doesn't bother me one bit! I had fun doing it. Not my problem." Nina grinned in response and added, "hell yeah! I piss wherever I want, and if there's collateral damage, even better!" Michael simply stood there, at a loss for words. The two minxes in front of them were acting like public urination, nudity, and vandalism were no big deal. "Besiiiides!" Katie grinned impishly. "Pissing in public is so fucking naughty wouldn't you say? I mean, god, watching Nina turned me on!" Michael ventured a hesitant glance to the blonde's chest, and sure enough, her nipples were visible beneath the fabric of her camisole, hardened by her friend's depraved behavior. He quickly averted his eyes in hopes that he escaped her notice, but she merely gave a self satisfied smirk instead. "Heh, see? You can't say you didn't enjoy that!" Katie prodded. Then her expression softened as she spoke again. "But hey, glad ya did! Me and Nina are just visiting here but if you no any good places, maaaaybe you could show us?" Here Michael was torn -- on one hand, it sounded like he was about to get his wish of making some English-speaking friends. On the other... well, these two were undoubtedly trouble. They were both breathtakingly beautiful girls that no one would suspect to do such filthy things -- Beautiful girls that obviously had no problem baring their genitals in public places. In view of others. Two girls dripping with temptation. He wanted to see more -- Michael couldn't bring himself to say no. And just like that, Katie was slapping him on the back, welcoming him to the group. As he excitedly began to talk about his love for Paris, Michael began to feel a little better -- whatever these girls were, they were going to be a lot of fun.
  8. ...when you get turned on just by entering a stairwell and considering the possibilities it invites 😈
  9. Yes! Sometimes I like keeping certain details ambiguous for exactly the reason you stated. As for the protagonist, well, I like to think that they're love for history left them so dumbfounded as to what the girl was about to do that they weren't thinking straight; they could barely even fathom the idea of pissing on history until the girl was busy doing it ;) I don't think the protagonist would tattle however -- I have a feeling that they are the sort to try and get some answers themselves, say, by observing further and/or confronting the girl On another note, I am very happy you enjoyed it. Your stories were some of the ones that inspired me to try writing in the first place so I am kind of star-struck that you liked my writing.
  10. This one is a little different from the over-the-top Nina and Katie series. I am sorry, but I took a short break from it after I lost my work in a hard drive failure. Rest assured, those two girls will be coming back. For now, I was inspired to write something different. I hope you like it! (This story takes place at a fictional setting in a real-world country, and asserts no opinions regarding it or its people. --- (This story takes place at a fictional setting in a real-world country, and asserts no opinions regarding it or its people.) With my journey at an end, I cannot help but marvel at all that I have experienced over the last couple months. As I sit here waiting for my flight back home, I sift through my previous entries in this journal to consolidate all that I have learned about the history of Morocco. Weeks of cultural immersion have painted my understanding of the country and its anthropology. Yet, all the culture... all the architecture... the majesty of it all gets far eclipsed by what I witnessed on a mere tourist excursion to the desert. Joining a tour group is not the purest form of exploring a country's history, as such activities quite often exaggerate facts to impress tourists into buying trinkets and souvenirs. Still, I had opted to join one towards the end of my trip simply to take a step back in an attempt to view the country as an outsider one last time before my departure. Somewhat disappointingly, the excursion met my expectations of a stereotypical tour marketed to those from Western countries; within the small developing country of Morocco, I found myself inside a loud tour bus full of English-speaking Americans and Europeans complaining about the bumpy drive through the sweltering desert. Although I had been excited to see the historically preserved desert palace that the tour had promised to showcase, I was beginning to wonder if it would even be worth it. When the bus finally reached its destination, it was quite a relief to finally stretch my legs. The drive had been nearly 3 hours to the remote desert palace, and since we had all been careful to keep hydrated in the arid climate, I opted to use the restroom aboard the bus before stepping out to explore. Tourists aside, the actual guide for our trip was quite kind and allowed us to spend our time exploring the area however we wanted, just as long as we met at the front gate at 1:30 pm. I have to admit, the "palace" was a lot smaller than I had expected. Although the entrance hall was certainly a sight to see, most of the stone walls were either crumbling or collapsed altogether. Somewhat irritatingly, the rooms that did appear to be better preserved were roped off to disallow any visitors from entering. Given the damaged architecture across most of the palace, the elements had entered unobstructed and proceeded to sweep sand and debris all over the insides of most of the building. Certainly the palace must have once been a grand spectacle, but the local government clearly had not funded the preservation efforts properly. Still, I was one of the few that tried to make the most of it. Although most decided to just sulk in the few scraps of shade offered by the front gate, I explored the accessible areas of the palace carefully and tried to imagine what life may have been like when it wasn't a dusty cluster of ruins. The 50C heat was killer however, and I found myself running back to the bus numerous times to relieve myself simply due to the amount of water I gulped down to stay hydrated. After returning from one such diversion, someone caught my eye through one of the many holes in the palace exterior. I had seen her earlier on the bus -- inside the palace was a girl examining one of the pillars in the hall. The slender girl had to have been no older than her late twenties, and wore her dirty-blonde hair tied back into a single braid. Like most of the tour group, she had dressed herself for the heat and was sporting a small cami crop tank and a pair of athletic shorts, minimizing the amount of fabric covering her skin to stay cool. Cosmetics aside, I was quite excited--! She was the first person apart from myself who I had seen to take any sort of interest in the architecture and I hastened to catch up with her so that I could hear her thoughts. Alas, whatever she may have been pondering must have been brief as she quickly resumed meandering through the hallway, carefully eyeing the walls up and down. Just as I neared her however, I suddenly saw the girl stop and furtively glance at her surroundings. Then, to my surprise, I watched as she gingerly stepped over the rope forbidding entry to the restricted portion of the palace. Shocked at the girl's audacity, I stood there dumbfounded as her figure disappeared around a corner. Certainly the area had to be roped off for a reason -- her mere presence could cause damage to fragile historical structures! I calmed myself, however. Perhaps she was simply passionate; her curiosity couldn't bear not to intrude upon the sanctity of the preserved chambers. What she was doing was wrong, but I would be lying if I didn't share in her curiosity. I didn't want to startle her however, and quietly stepped into the restricted area with only the intent to watch what she would be doing -- I could probably ask her about her experiences later. "Surely a peek wouldn't hurt," I thought to myself as I peered around the corner. My first impression was that the room was quite a bit smaller than I had thought -- and as a result I quickly shrunk back behind the wall. The girl had been standing only a couple feet away from me and I cursed myself at my lack of caution. As I quietly regained composure to once again slowly peek into the room, my second impression of the room truly allowed me to admire its magnificence; in stark contrast to the rest of the palace, this room glistened with ancient beauty. The intricate, blue and white geometric tiles that were so prevalent during the time period adorned the floor with dazzling splendor. The stone walls too appeared polished and uneroded, artfully complimenting the colors of the floor. So moved was I by the unexpected spectacle that I caught myself thanking fortune over and over for the privilege of being able to witness it. I then directed my attention to the girl and imagined how she must be feeling similarly humbled to stand amidst such majesty. However, she was standing with her back to me, and as I looked at her figure, I couldn't help but notice that her outfit was decidedly immodest by Moroccan standards -- or even the standards held by middle-aged women in Western countries. Not only did her nearly skintight tank expose a large portion of her midriff, her shorts were rather tiny as well and somewhat prominently bared the base of her buttocks in plain view. Distracted by my mind wandering, I then had to stifle a gasp. For reasons that I could not yet comprehend, the girl had begun to slide down her shorts. Her tight, shapely posterior was accentuated by a tiny pink t-string wedged between her cheeks, and after stretching for a moment, the girl tugged it off as well. To me, the implications were staggering -- here this girl stood in a religiously conservative country, within a sacred undisturbed chamber celebrating such culture, and she had the gall to casually expose her genitals as if in mockery of the room's sanctity. And yet, it hadn't even dawned on me why she had decided to stand semi-nude until I saw the pose she adopted: the girl arched her back slightly and shifted into a high squat. She was going to urinate here of all places! Alarm bells rang in my head, and as if to confirm my panicked conclusion, I watched as her nethers suddenly jet forth a spray of urine that messily splattered onto the tile below. However, the sound must have startled the girl as she had quickly clamped off the start of her relief to freeze up like a statue. As she stood there in silence, I noticed her glance down to look at what she had just done -- although she must have been drinking copious amounts of water like everyone else on the tour, her pee was a deep yellow color which, sadly, stood out when sprayed over the intricately tiled floor. Confronted with the repercussions of her brazen behavior, it was at this point where I had hoped that she would reconsider relieving herself over the historic structures, but alas she truly didn't seem to care. The girl let out a sigh of relief and slinked over to a nearby wall to lean her back against it. As she stretched with both arms up in the air, she merely opened her legs a bit and began to piss again, hands-free. It was a relentless beam of dehydrated urine that was spraying across the floor. I watched, heartbroken, as the unsightly (and slightly acrid) yellow washed over the former splendor of the chamber. It was clear to me now. The girl didn't care about the palace or its history. She didn't care enough to dress in a manner that would be respectful of the locals. She didn't care that she was exhibiting sexuality and depravity in a religiously conservative country. She was a spoiled brat who didn't care to make the short walk to the tour bus to properly relieve herself; she had purposely decided to piss over and vandalize a restricted historic room because it offered her privacy and was convenient to her. No other reason. No other concern for what she was destroying. She wanted to pee, so she had decided to pee. Anything else wasn't her problem. As if to qualify my sullen thoughts, the girl's stream somehow strengthened in intensity as she slid down the wall, still hands-free, into a squat. She didn't even attempt to direct the flow of her urine with her hands -- she simply didn't care where her pee was going, and indeed, it was going all over the room. Her yellow piss puddle had unrepentantly spread over the entirety of the floor, and much of her pee had also splashed onto the walls as she had moved about. It didn't help either that she swayed her hips from side to side while relieving herself, splattering her piss every which way. When her stream finally slowed to a trickle, the room was already beginning to reek of fresh urine due to the desert heat. As the girl stood up and dusted herself off, I swear that she must have caught a glimpse of my figure as she turned around and proceeded to once again arch her back in a high squat as if to moon me. Then, as if to add a couple more insults to injury, she squeezed out two more short squirts of pee onto the already thoroughly defiled floor and let out a self-satisfied "Ahhh!" I was furious at her pleasure. She had zero respect for what she had just irreparably damaged, and was sighing in gleeful contentment after thoroughly relieving herself all over it. Seething, I quickly escaped to exit the restricted area and walked back to the front gates of the palace as the tour guide had requested. When the girl finally emerged from the palace to join the group, I fumed inwardly as I noticed her bright pink t-string unabashedly visible above the waist of her shorts, no doubt the result of hastily clothing herself after leaving her impromptu toilet. As the tour guide began talking about the palace, I tried to calm myself by taking my mind off the bratty girl, but my efforts came to a screeching halt as the guide began to discuss the preciousness of the restricted areas in the palace; the historic, intricate tiled designs were created without any sort of varnish to protect the porous materials from which they were made. Since these were desert structures, when the palace had first been built, they had not accounted for moisture damage. Nevertheless, the Moroccan government would be allotting funds to apply glaze to these tiled artworks for preservation purposes "sometime next year," the guide proudly smiled. And in the meantime, I thought to myself, the girl's selfish disregard for the rules would have one of the tiled rooms irrevocably damaged as her pee soaked into the porous tiles to permanently stain them. "She probably wasn't even listening to a word he said," I thought bitterly. However, I was wrong. Just as the guide had finished that last sentence, I happened to glance over to her. For the briefest of moments, I thought I caught a flash of a mischievous smile as she took another sip of water from her bottle. But perhaps more tellingly, I caught a glimpse of her shirt showcasing her true thoughts on the matter. Straining the cloth stretched over them, her nipples were quite prominently erect.
  11. I was on a plane today and kept thinking about it! It really was risky I thought! I couldn't really see any evidence when we began to deplane though to be fair, I was not able to get a good look either because I couldn't hang back when I had a connecting flight to make. With the way she was sprinkling and assuming there were sufficient gaps between her escapades, I think it would evaporate reasonably quickly -- at least far more so than a puddle caused by a steady stream. Hahaha... it makes you wonder. I was thinking about it though and it certainly wasn't her peeing out of drunkenness -- if that were the case, she'd have probably just let loose. The way she was peeing though was really careful and must have required control, so I have the feeling that it was to some degree deliberate.
  12. I travel very frequently and I actually used an airplane as the setting for one of my over-the-top fictional stories that I shared on this forum. However, last week I was able to catch a glimpse of some real-world airplane naughtiness. I really couldn't believe it -- I honestly haven't ever caught a stranger in the act, even in areas more suited for the purpose such as alleyways. I was really surprised and couldn't believe my luck. I was flying Economy class in one of the planes that has a 3-4-3 configuration, meaning that there are three seats, an aisle, 4 seats, an aisle, and three more seats. Some airplanes have started to adopt this configuration for Economy class because it allows them to seat more passengers, but as you can imagine, it makes things more cramped. Since the novelty of flying has worn off for me, I usually opt for an aisle seat in one of the three-seat clusters rather than a window one because I appreciate the extra breathing room and general ease if I have to get out of my seat. At the window seat to my left was a slim, beautiful blonde who must have been in her early-twenties. She was friendly, but fairly reserved. This changed when her friend, a dirty-blonde haired girl with a bit of a rounder face came to sit in the middle seat. The two excitedly talked and giggled to each other the entire flight -- it turned out that they had recently graduated college and were on their way to Madrid as a graduation present. Now, the flight we were on was a trans-atlantic flight with about an 8.5 hour duration -- you know, the sort where they just kind of hand you a flimsy pillow and a square of fabric to use as a blanket and wish you "good luck". From the get-go, both girls weren't exactly reticent in their choices when the drink cart would come around. Naturally they ordered alcoholic beverages (don't worry, they never once were unruly or noisy) but I specifically remember the slim blonde by the window asking the flight attendant for two glasses of water. I remember because the attendant laughed and lightheartedly said something along the lines such as "Woah, two? Alrighty, but you aren't allowed drive tonight, okay?" Now, in all honesty, I wasn't thinking about pee or anything, but eventually the cabin lights were turned off for the overnight portion of the flight and I had to get up to use the lavatory for the second time that flight. As I found my way through the darkness and re-seated myself, I realized something strange -- I was always prepared for it since I was by the aisle, but it occurred to me that neither girl had asked me once during the flight to move so they could get out to use the lavatory. There was really no other way to leave their seats except to ask me to move. At this point, I was somewhat curious. I have a sizeable bladder capacity, and it is possible that both girls' somehow put mine to shame, but they had also been drinking non-stop whereas I had been ordering the usual amount provided by the drink service. Still, it was the middle of the "night" and I was in that weird half-asleep fugue where one can't fully fall asleep during a flight so I didn't give it much more thought. For that reason, it was sheer dumb luck when I happened to see what happened maybe 20 minutes later in the flight. I don't know what cued me in on it -- I didn't hear anything given the volume of the turbines -- but something made me turn to look towards the window and happened to notice what was taking place. The slim blonde was seated in a way that kind of had her curled up into a ball -- her knees were drawn up and her feet were on her seat's cushion. It couldn't be called a squat since there was no room, and the way her head was resting on her knees (as she faced the window) didn't make her stance look out of place in the slightest. It was a little difficult to see (presumably intentionally) as she had bunched up her little blanket to lie across her lap, but from the way her skin was showing, it appeared that she had slid her leggings down (along with her underwear probably) enough to expose her genitals, and had them held to the side with a free hand. Keep in mind, it was dark in the cabin so I couldn't see all of this in great detail and I actually couldn't even make out her pussy (she was a pro!) from the way she was angled in her seat, but when I looked down, I could easily see what was transpiring -- in fact, when I had happened to look towards her, she had already started. Although nothing could be heard, I could see little droplets falling onto the carpet below her, as well as a bit on the plane's cabin wall. There wasn't an overt stream or anything, but it was clear that the blonde was peeing, and had taken great lengths to do so undetected. She went for quite a while too, as I suspect that she was opting to leisurely "sprinkle" so as to avoid a noisy stream, and I have to say, I quite enjoyed watching the little droplets of her pee glisten in the air as they fell onto the floor. By the time she was done (and this went on quite a while!) I couldn't easily see any telltale signs of her deed in the dark, but I could just make out glints of her piss still running down the white cabin wall in some places below the window. I was honestly stunned as I watched her sigh in relief and pull her leggings back up. Was it really that much of a hassle to get up to go to the lavatory? We weren't even seated far from it! Or perhaps she simply didn't care -- it was more convenient for her to nonchalantly pull her bottoms to the side and piss over the airplane's floor whenever the urge struck. In fact, in retrospect, I am certain that she did this multiple times during the flight because I could swear that I could smell a hint of drying alcohol-laden pee. The technique she used was honestly pretty clever. She obviously didn't have room to squat down in front of her chair (not to mention that it would be completely obvious) but she couldn't slouch forward in her chair either. Given the cramped Economy class space, her knees would have prevented her from sliding forward and she would have ended up with a soggy seat cushion. It made me wonder if she did this often. By the end of the flight, as it turned out, the girl in the middle seat did not get up once either. As she was seated next to me, I doubt she could have pulled off what the other girl had done without me noticing, but you never know. At the very least, I could not see any signs of sneaky peeing, as even her seat appeared to be dry when she finally got up. Perhaps she was going to make a mad dash to the airport toilets after deplaning, or, at the urging of her naughty friend, pee in a secluded corner and be on her way. Alas, I never had the chance to find out, as we were bound for different destinations. As the girls disembarked to no-doubt make the most of their graduation present, I had to catch a connecting flight to Geneva. Still, I have to say, my trip was made far more enjoyable because of the impromptu naughtiness I witnessed that night.
  13. I wanted to resurrect this thread since I thought it was such a good idea 😋 1. Watching a girl vandalize the heck out of a stranger's property by pissing all over it -- either their car, their house, etc... 2. Shortly after high school, my friends and I rented out a hotel at a nearby city. Among them was my girlfriend, who was definitely a bad-girl who would show up stoned to class, cheat her way through school, and get black-out drunk every weekend. The hotel was paid for by one of our parents and while the others went to sleep, my girl and I stood out on the balcony talking for a long time. It being a sixth-floor balcony not facing anything important, we soon got handsy and she was soon topless and rubbing up against me. We had sex, but for some reason continued to conversation we were having earlier on the balcony, this time both of us standing naked. As she continued to talk to me, she nonchalantly squatted down and began pissing a jet across the floor. Yes, it is important to pee after sex, but she had never done this before and her nonchalance made me wonder (at the time) how often she peed like that (a lot). 3. Girls peeing where they shouldn't, especially if they have no regrets about what they just did. 4. It was a lesbian porn where one girl stood over another and peed into her mouth. 5. Probably Aubrey Plaza 6. On the door of our neighboring hotel room from the same story above (it was done on a dare, and yes, the girl did it right after me) 7. Aside from the above, I would pee all the time on cars. This would be because 90% of the time, any time we would leave a party or a restaurant, my girl would have to piss. I guess it became a habit. When she would pee, I would pee, and she would usually choose to pee either between cars or on cars (by resting her cheeks on a door and pissing backwards). I guess took this as a chance to pee on other people's property too. It definitely was not out of necessity most of the time. 8. I don't think I have... 9. Lately I've liked Adriana Chechik's stuff where she pees in parking lots and trash cans 10. Sadly no!

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