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I'm not as amazing as some of you folks -- although I love the thought of doing a naughty pee whenever one feels like it, I am often unable to do this. Usually, the risk is too high -- such as the proximity to my workplace (which is quite "professional" and image-conscious) or because the beautiful hotel room I'm staying at while traveling happens to be paid-for by my workplace. At the end of the day, I have to simply hold it in and admire all the other wonderful people peeing in pleasurable places.

So, I figured I'd make this thread -- surely not all of us can take whatever opportunities are given to us all the time! I thought maybe we could share (or even offer some encouragement?!) about places, objects, or instances we encounter in our lives that are just begging for a naughty spray-down but we aren't able to act on it.

1. I admit this happens almost every time I go to work; I park in a large 9-story parking garage attached to my workplace and, to make matters worse, I tend to forgo the elevators in favor of the stairwell. We all know what stairwells are great for 😉. Every time I pass through there, I can't help but let my thoughts linger on the sensation of peeing in them, but alas this never actually comes to pass. (I will say however that it sometimes smells a little suspect in there -- or it could just be my imagination!

2. I'm currently traveling for work (as usual) and in a cozy little Scandinavian hotel room. The aesthetic of this hotel is a sort of cute, comfy vibe inviting one to curl up with a book under the windowsill. Think floor lamps, and faux-furry furniturepieces. In one corner of the room, there is this chair with a soft white and black sort of fur covering placed on it.

It's a little tacky I know, but it does fit the room. Still, it beckons, and something about it makes me want to walk over to it and saturate it. It would be so satisfying to piss slowly and deliberately on the white part especially, leaving behind an obvious yellow stain as I empty my entire bladder onto it. 

Unfortunately the risk is just too high. Besides, I'm rather busy and if I do a naughty pee I won't want to clean it up anyways. I suspect the fibers will retain a smell too. But at the very least perhaps you can enjoy imagining that image with me? I'm certain that some of you, those far braver than I, would leap onto it and let loose without hesitation 🤭

 

Have any of you found places that tempt you in your everyday lives?

I've mentioned my high school ex a few times in the past -- essentially, her personality and [bad] habits tend to serve as the basis for my fictional stories. At any rate, Morgan and I would pee down the side of cars all the time, but we never overtly vandalized any of them.

...except for one time, what she did pretty much qualified. We had just finished peeing on this sort of maroon colored SUV: I was zipping back up, and Morgan was, as usual, simply dropping the tissues she had used to wipe with into the puddle she just made. After pulling up her shorts however, she just sort of nonchalantly... placed one of her keys against the side of the SUV and began walking the length of the vehicle. She was pressing against the paint pretty hard too because she was making a long silver scratch along the SUV.

While she did this, she kind of gave me this innocent look like she was testing the waters, but when she had finished walking the length of the vehicle, she simply put away her keys and came back to me smiling sweetly. I still don't know why she did it or what was going through her head, but to be honest, this sort of thing was sort of on-brand for Morgan. Like, sometimes she would just do stuff like this and play innocent about it -- there were so many times when I knew she was planning on stealing something at the mall and she would insist it would be "funny" or just give me an innocent look before doing just that.

Unfortunately, this was the only time I saw her do that but who knows with her. As for the cars, well... besides smelling like piss, typically the only other sign of our misbehavior would sometimes be a print of Morgan's ass cheeks on the side of the car (depending on how dirty it was).

This story is a direct continuation of Part 2 with my characters Nina and Katie. This time, Michael is also along for the ride... I hope it is a fun read. Thank you so much for your continued feedback and criticism -- you all have been very welcoming and accepting of my stories. You encourage me to continue writing!

This story contains content that may be objectionable to some, namely themes of pee vandalism and general malice. All characters and events are works of fiction.

Thank you!

 

Pee Vandalism with Nina and Katie - Vacation (3)

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"Best coffee shop in town!" Michael beamed proudly. The blonde Katie and the bookish, black-haired Nina stood with their new travel companion in front of a little building that still managed to give out an air of coziness despite looking a bit worn. Having taken to showing the girls around town, Michael had decided to bring them to an authentic Parisian café to start the day like the locals, and he knew that the small family-owned Le Cheval Blanc would provide an unforgettable start to the day.

In all honesty, "unforgettable" was certainly an accurate way to describe Michael's day thus far; by chance, his day had started with a clear view of the raven-haired girl's genitals. Completely unabashed, Nina had made a show of publicly and messily urinating over a pallet of newspapers intended to be delivered. Then, as if such casual vandalism was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary, both she and her blonde friend somehow befriended him as an impromptu tour guide.

"You certainly weren't kidding!" Nina smiled, snapping Michael out of his reverie. "The croissants are so fluffy and the coffee has such a rich taste to it! I can't say anything comes close back home." The trio had seated themselves at a little booth towards the back of the café. Although it was busy, it wasn't crowded and most customers had opted to sit at the counter for convenient seconds.

"Yeah! It's real good!" Katie grinned as she placed her cup on the table. Delighted by her coffee, the blonde had wasted no time in downing it and was pouring herself more from the pot.

Michael returned a friendly smile, gratified by their enjoyment. Watching Nina and Katie sitting across from him excitedly sampling their baked goods, he couldn't help but notice how cute the two were. In fact, both were rather good-looking; on more than one occasion Michael had to keep himself from staring at Katie's posterior and the way her underwear band was visible from beneath her tight denim shorts as she moved about. Nina was a similar story -- despite her comparatively plainclothes attire, Michael had been struggling to look her in the eye without blushing all morning. Now however, the mood had changed and the girls in front of him seemed completely different from the ones he first met. Everyone was relaxed and enjoying the atmosphere.

"Whaaat? You're kidding!" Katie laughed as she gulped down a piece of croissant. "They seriously make you pay to use public bathrooms here??"

"Uh yeah," Michael replied cautiously. "They do it in a few of the countries here in Europe. It's kind of nice, you know? The money goes towards keeping them clean."

"I see," Nina mused. She had noticed a sign advertising one such facility outside the shop window, and had asked Michael about it. "I guess we wouldn't have realized..."

The remark got a crude laugh out of Katie while Michael winced slightly, sipping his coffee awkwardly to try and think of a way to change the subject.

Before he could however, Katie continued. "Ya know, a toilet actually sounds good right about now. The coffee is just too damn good! Ya mind?"

For a moment Michael was confused -- at the booth, Nina was sitting on the outer seat while Katie was seated towards the wall across from him. Although she shifted like she was about to get up, there were no toilets in the café.

But then, he heard the unmistakable sound of her unzipping her shorts and he knew exactly what she was about to do.

His face showed his alarm as he hissed at the blonde. "What? Here?? Just hold it! The toilets are right outside!" Michael simply couldn't believe her -- nonchalantly as asking for a refill, Katie had asked her present company if they would mind if she took a moment to empty her bladder on the café floor. Worse was the fact that he absolutely knew she would do it too, and his heart pounded in panic.

Thankfully, she stopped as she caught his eye.

Katie chuckled a moment as she watched Michael's terse expression. "Ohh Mike..." she muttered in mock-exasperation. Very slowly, like a cat stretching out under the sun, Katie extended her legs under the table to rest her feet in Michael's lap. At this, the boy tensed up further, unsure how to respond. Sliding her shorts and thong down to her knees, Katie's voice dropped to a seductive murmur, "now Mike... tell me, why should I go and tinkle in the toilet like a good girl... when I could just piss on the floor like a bad one?"

Despite having uttered such a filthy intention, she wore a demure expression and placed a finger to her lips. Yet sure enough, a quiet hissing sound could soon be heard under the table to announce the fact that blonde was, in fact, peeing on the café floor. Michael was paralyzed, but couldn't deny his curiosity. However, as if Katie could read his thoughts, the blonde playfully whispered, "no peeking~" as her friend simply grinned at the boy's discomfort.

Innocent as she appeared above the table, below the table was a far different story. Both the floor and the table's legs were built from elegant mahogany, though they may have been better served if they had been built of porcelain instead -- at the moment, both were being treated to the blonde's sudden whim of urinating on them as if they were no different than a common toilet. Without a hint of reticence, her stream of pee splattered against the solid surfaces as if it were their sole purpose -- to Katie, it was. Thus, she couldn't care less as she continued to piss all over floor, causing it to spray back messily against the wall and table legs. In fact, she was quite enjoying the sound it was making, and she knew that both Nina and Michael could hear her naughty misbehavior quite clearly.

"Hey!" Michael protested indignantly as Katie laughed.

For a moment, she had pushed her stream forward to spray onto the boy's legs. She was simply having too much fun! Although she couldn't see it under the table, she relished in what would soon be the aftermath of her actions. Certainly the wood might end up stained or smelling unpleasant, but her bladder would be empty and any damage left behind would be someone else's problem. With zero remorse for what she was doing, how could she not enjoy the sheer convenience of peeing all over her arbitrary toilet? And indeed, Katie made full use of this convenience as her stream reduced to a trickle; with a shake of her hips, the blonde ensured that the last droplets of her pee ended up on the floor rather than in her thong, before letting out a gentle contented sigh.

"You sure did have to go!" Nina chuckled as the blonde pulled her shorts back on and resituated herself in her seat. "You peed so much that our shoes will be splashing around for a bit!"

Sure enough, Michael looked down towards his feet to see a reflection of himself in a newly-made puddle glistening atop the mahogany floor. For better or worse, the blonde's urine had largely managed to avoid flowing too far from underneath the table, but there was indeed a little splash as he lifted his feet up. She had absolutely coated the wood with her piss.

Before Michael could open his mouth to speak however, Nina spoke up, clearly inspired by her friend's misdeed. "You know what? I could go for a piss right now myself." Naturally she looked directly at Michael as she announced this.

Knowing better than to try and dissuade the girl who was clearly comfortable with casual nudity, Michael simply sighed in resignation. "C'mon... the floor is soaked..."

"You should do it!" Katie prodded with a grin. "It felt great, and now I can drink some more coffee!"

At this, Nina eyed her own coffee mug. With a hint of amusement in her voice, she turned to Michael and shrugged, "fine. I won't pee on the floor then." She then grabbed the mug and lowered it beneath the table, grinning. "This will do!"

It dawned on Michael that Nina never seemed to have put her underwear back on after her morning relief and wondered if this was an intentional decision. Although he couldn't see it happening, without any cloth to get in the way, the girl had effortlessly positioned the mug below her genitals and was now taking pleasure in expelling into it what was once the very coffee it had contained.

Nina peed slowly, allowing her pussy to rest on the lip of the mug. There was something immensely satisfying about placing such a dirty part of her body on the very place that people would sip. Even more satisfying was the fact that she was defiling it with urine. As she continued to relieve herself in such a pleasurable fashion, she kept true to her word and ensured that none landed on the floor.

Alas, the mug was quickly filled to the brim, and Nina neatly placed it back onto the table without spilling a drop. Michael couldn't help but feel somewhat relieved -- although unsanitary, at the very least her urine was contained instead of landing all over the floor like her friend's. Still, Michael was appalled at how disrespectful the girls were, casually relieving themselves in the café!

Yet Michael's train of thought was abruptly broken again as he caught Nina's eye. Looking at him, the girl smirked, and Michael instantly knew that she was going to do something vile.

Nina picked up the mug and held it next to her. Without breaking eye contact, very slowly and deliberately, she tipped the mug over to pour its acrid contents all over the floor beneath them. She didn't stop until the mug was completely inverted and its contents were all over the floor. Then, as if to punctuate her enjoyment of the act, she flashed a wicked grin and let go of the mug, causing it to shatter against the wooden (and now, quite messy) floor.

"Run!" Katie hissed, and in a flash the girls were out of the shop, having grabbed their new friend by the wrist to keep him in tow. They continued to run until they were far from the shop, having ducked into a winding network of alleyways and shops. Finally slowing to a walk, the girls burst into a fit of laughter.

"Wha-what the hell is wrong with you?!" Michael panted in bewilderment. "You didn't even pay!"

"Wasn't going to." Katie merely grinned before turning to her partner in crime. "Fuck, Nina! You just had to get creative, huh?"

Nina laughed. "What are you talking about? Rather than piss all over the floor like your dirty ass, I made a neat little pee in the coffee mug! Not my fault it got knocked over!"

"Knocked over my ass!" the blonde retorted, laughing once again.

He could scarcely believe it, but he was starting to catch on to the fact that these girls truly did not care about the consequences of their perverse enjoyment. Depravity, peeing wherever is most convenient, and the casual vandalism resulting from such... these were nothing more than day to day indulgences for these girls. There was no sign of any morals at all, much less any guilt or remorse to be felt from, say, repaying the hospitality of a family-owned café by deliberately pissing all over their floor without so much as a Euro spared.

"C'mon, you can't say you didn't enjoy that!" Katie grinned at Michael.

The beautiful blonde stood in front of him, pleased with their outing thus far. Michael couldn't help but eye her up and down -- sleek and fashionable. No one would guess that just moments earlier she had slid down her shorts without a second thought in the middle of a public café.

A splattering sound caught their attention, and Michael turned to see Nina standing in a recessed alcove denoting an entryway for one of the many shops in the alley. She had bunched up her skirt around her waist and had her butt pressed against the glass front door of a closed shop that hadn't yet opened for the day. What they had just heard was the girl noisily beginning to pee on the welcome mat in front of it.

"I guess she still had some left," Katie chuckled as she watched her friend. Absent-mindedly holding the front of her skirt so as to hide most of her naughty bits, the gesture did nothing to hide the fact that the rude girl was urinating in broad daylight. Yet, Nina had been completely nonchalant about it; after messily peeing over the mat, the girl simply stepped away from the entryway without a glance back at neither her puddle nor the faint butt-print that now adorned the pee-streaked front door.

She did however catch Michael's gaze and grinned. "Kind of sucks when you have to stop mid-piss, you know? That cup wasn't big enough!"

Dirty as she was, Nina's pragmatism was somewhat charming in its own way and Michael found himself agreeing that a part of him was enjoying himself. He hesitated for a moment, but he couldn't help but grin back.

"Good thing you broke it then" Michael shrugged.

"Fuck! That's what I'm talking about!" Katie laughed, pleased that their new friend was finally loosening up. "Alright, so what's next, Mike?"

---

Their decision hadn't been too difficult given that they had managed to find themselves in a shopping district. The trio spent the afternoon browsing a number of department stores promising the latest in Parisian fashion, and had eventually led themselves to a shopping mall bustling with high-end stores. Impish as usual, the girls seemed to enjoy picking out what would often be the skimpiest outfit in the shop and asking Michael if they should try it on... only to put the outfit back with a self-satisfied giggle. It was only when Nina and Katie had reached a store offering beachwear that they finally looked interested enough to buy something.

"Check out this one!" Katie motioned over to Nina. Lifting a hanger from the rack, she held out a black two-piece swimsuit for inspection.

"Hmm, is it a swimsuit or a lingerie set?" Nina grinned, noticing that the bikini didn't leave much to the imagination. "What do you think, Mike? Think Katie will look good in this?"

Michael's face was red, but he had also become accustomed to the provocations of the girls throughout the day. "Uh, sure. You should get it."

"Sweet! I'll get you a matching one too, Nina!" Katie grinned.

Although she said this, she merely placed the hanger back on the rack. Michael thought it another bust, but then the blonde deftly slipped the garments off the hanger and neatly folded them. With a quick glance around, she slipped the bikini into her bag with the cashier on the other side of the room none the wiser. Delighted, she thumbed through the rack for another set, presumably for Nina, and similarly concealed it; she had behaved no differently from an innocent girl going shopping, yet Katie clearly was planning on stealing them instead.

"Shoplifting??" Michael hissed at her, once again shocked at her behavior that day.

"Aww, I thought you loosened up..." Nina pouted.

Katie merely stuck out her tongue. "Calm down, we do it all the time. Fuck this place for being too expensive anyways."

As she turned to stare the boy down, her expression instead softened a bit as her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "We've been walking for hours now and in a few minutes I'm going to be bursting for a piss. Let me finish up and swipe a couple of their little dolphin shorts and then we can look for a nice spot to satisfy that urge, hm?"

The blonde had punctuated her suggestion with a playful wink, but Michael already knew that she was planning on relieving herself at the expense of someone else. Nevertheless, he had to admit that the thought of her doing so was enough to occupy himself until the girls finished with their shoplifting and he was snapped out of his daydream with a nudge from Nina.

"Ahh Fuck," Katie was muttering under her breath. "I took too long and I'm pretty much at my limit."

Nina laughed. "I could tell you were getting there! You were doing a little pee-pee dance while deciding on that last pair."

"Good thing this place is fucking empty," Katie sighed. "Mind keeping an eye out, Nina? I'll just squat behind this shelf and try to do it quietly."

"Nah," Nina waved dismissively. "That's no fun to do when you're bursting. Come on, I saw there were some changing rooms in the back."

As the raven-haired girl led the way, Michael's heart began to race. With no regard for the damage they would cause, Nina and Katie were casually discussing which spot would best serve for the blonde to relieve herself. Never mind the fact that they were in a high-end clothing store in a public mall -- the blonde clearly had no qualms about discreetly urinating on the carpet in order to satisfy her need. Yet, the way Nina had suggested the fitting rooms also made it clear that the girls not only had done this before, but also that they had preferences when it came to peeing in clothing stores. Michael couldn't help but wonder where else the girls might have considered marking if the changing rooms weren't present.

Prior to today, Michael wouldn't even have considered the thought, but he could see that the changing rooms would serve Katie's purposes perfectly. The rooms were located away from the rest of the store in a little hallway. Although the rooms themselves were only covered with curtains extending about 14 cm off the ground, the hallway offered privacy enough given that no one else was in the vicinity.

Sure enough, as soon as the trio reached the changing room furthest back in the hallway, Katie hurriedly began to unzip her denim shorts. The blonde paid no mind to Michael as she squeezed her posterior out of the shorts and handed them to Nina. As the beautiful girl stood in front of him with only a thong to cover her nethers, Michael could feel his face begin to redden.

However, as Katie stepped into the changing room, she smirked at the boy and closed the curtain.

Wrong as it was, Michael was disappointed not to see the deed performed.

"Aww, disappointed?" Nina teased as if she read his mind. "You can still see her under the curtain though~" she consoled as she crouched down and pointed towards the changing room.

Hesitantly, Michael did as his friend insisted, and it was true. He could tell by her feet that Katie was facing the wall away from them, and after a moment the girl adopted a squatting position most unusual for a typical fitting room patron. Because of the curtain he still couldn't see much, but through the gap Michael could just see the base of Katie's ass cheeks hovering above the carpet. Watching as the blonde wiggled her butt slightly (presumably as she reached to move her thong out of the way) it was only a moment before a pale yellow liquid began to fall onto the carpet between her legs.

Katie was pleased with her personal toilet and made no effort to pee quietly or discreetly. The hallway filled with the sound of naughty liquids accompanied by a distinct hiss as the girl peed a jet across the carpet, spraying against the back wall in the process. To anyone who might have entered, it was clear as day that the blonde was unabashedly pissing in the changing room, and was enjoying every moment of it.

Michael was transfixed on Katie's ass, now glistening a bit with stray droplets from her stream. He could tell that the girl wasn't simply content with making a neat little puddle in the corner of the room as she was gleefully swaying her hips around. Although he could only see a fraction of the mess, he could tell that Katie was intentionally making sure she pissed all over the carpet and as much of the wall that she could. There was no reason for her to do this, but she was simply taking too much pleasure in ruining the little room as she attained her relief. Clean up was someone else's problem, and she was damned sure that she was going to take full advantage of it.

The hiss eventually quieted as Katie's stream waned to a trickle. Finished peeing, the blonde bounced up and a down a couple times to make sure any stray drops of piss would end up on the floor before standing up and using the curtain to wipe her pussy. Content in sullying the room for her own convenience, Katie readjusted her thong back into place and opened the curtain to present the aftermath of her deed.

Katie coolly, walked up to Nina and began to put her shorts back on while Michael was left agape looking at the mess she made. The girl had peed so much that the carpet couldn't handle it -- in fact, a small trickle of amber liquid could be seen flowing out of the room and into the hallway. The carpet was soaked, the walls had streaks of piss running down them, and the humid stench of warm urine hung over the entire hallway. There was no doubt about what had transpired here.

Unfortunately, watching Katie so thoroughly relieve herself made Michael aware of a need of his own that he had been ignoring for some time. He found the need to be surprisingly urgent, and this did not escape the notice of Katie.

Katie grinned. "What, you have to go now too? It's alright, we can wait."

Michael furiously shook his head, feeling incredibly lame in comparison.

"Whaat?" Nina smirked. "Don't tell me you've never peed in public before!"

"Knowing him, he probably hasn't," Katie laughed. "C'mon! You have a dick! Just whip it out and do it on the wall over here. No one will know!"

For a split-second, the offer was tempting to Michael. However, there was no way he could expose himself in public the way the girls were used to. Thankfully his protest was received well enough. "I saw... some bathrooms out by elevators..."

Although the suggestion was met with laughter, the girls agreed and followed Michael to the public restrooms.

"Hey! I thought you said you have to pay for the bathrooms here!" Nina exclaimed upon seeing no indication of an entry fee.

"Uh, well some places like in commercial areas are still free," Michael offered. "I'll just be a minute!"

With the boy out of earshot, Katie laughed. "You really like him, huh?"

Nina grinned. "He's fun! Today is a blast so far, don't you think?"

"Poor guy. He hasn't pissed at all today, has he?" Katie mused.

Meanwhile, Michael had found the restroom to be deserted. Positioning himself in front of a urinal, Michael lowered the waistband of his shorts and began his long awaited relief. As he sighed, he heard the door open and idly turned to glance at it.

"Nina?!" Michael exclaimed, making a futile attempt to cover himself as the girl entered the bathroom. "What are you doing in the men's room?!"

"There's no point trying to cover up your dick if you already started peeing," Nina said with a laugh, making it patently obvious that she was staring. "And to answer your question, I'm here to do the same as you, alright?"

Michael merely sighed again, knowing that Nina probably found herself inspired just as he had after watching Katie empty herself.

"Alright, it's been a while since I've used a urinal!" Nina grinned as she approached the one right next to Michael's and hiked up her skirt to stand bottomless in front of it. "Perfect height!"

Michael didn't think so, as the urinal seemed a bit high for Nina, but knowing these girls they probably had practice.

Nina certainly showed that she was more than capable of using it... albeit not in a manner that would make the janitor very happy. Rather than starting immediately, the girl surprised Michael by instead turning around and placing her bare ass on the urinal. It was only when she had settled into a comfortable perch that she began to pee, arcing directly onto the tiled floor.

"Ahh~" Nina let out a satisfied sigh of contentment as an audible hiss filled the bathroom.

It was an incredibly erotic sight -- Nina had walked in, exposed herself to him for the second time that day, and then, instead of using the urinal right in front of her she instead opted for the far naughtier option of pissing directly onto the floor in front of it. She did not seem to care that her genitals were on full display and instead reveled in her sinful horniness by pulling her shirt up above her breasts as she played with her nipples. It was pure sexual depravity, and as the girl continued to unapologetically splatter the tiles with her piss, she was in pure bliss.

Unfortunately for the bathroom, its only drain was situated next to the handicap stall -- a somewhat logical choice under normal circumstances. At the present however, the lack of drain was causing Nina's pee to spread across the middle of the floor in a messy puddle of pale yellow. This did not escape Nina's notice either, and seemed to encourage the girl to wiggle her hips a bit to ensure that she left behind quite a task for the cleaning crew. She kept this up even as she finished emptying her bladder, shaking herself dry before stepping down from the urinal.

Michael couldn't help but notice that Nina's urinal glistened a clean white in comparison.

Nina didn't say a word, but merely winked at the boy. Allowing her skirt to settle onto her waist again, she neatly smoothed it out behind her. Then, as if to punctuate her rudeness, she spit on the urinal before pulling her shirt back over her breasts to finish re-clothing herself. Primly walking out of the restroom, no one would guess that this very same girl had, on a whim, pulled her clothes aside to pleasure herself as she peed all over the public bathroom floor -- fully aware that her naughty fun would soon be ruining someone else's day.

That didn't matter though.

Katie laughed as her friends reemerged from the bathroom. Not only had Nina's dirty happenings been audible from the entryway, but a quick glance below Michael's belt showed that peeing must have gotten quite difficult for the boy partway through. "Admit it, Mike! You thought Nina wouldn't use a proper restroom!"

Though it seemed to Michael that Nina hadn't so much used the restroom as she had used the floor, he couldn't help but laugh. Katie was probably no better and certainly was one to talk after surreptitiously using the carpet of a changing room. Teasing as they were, the pair of minxes were a lot of fun to be around and the trio spent the rest of the afternoon wandering the mall complex. From time to time they would still catch Michael off guard, such as the instance when Katie expressed her displeasure at a latte she had ordered by taking a few idle sips before pouring it out underneath a bench in the food court, but everyone was in high spirits; the girls were relaxed, playful, and quite often obscene in their conversations, but they seemed to be genuinely enjoying themselves.

"We had so much fun today!" Nina exclaimed as the Hôtel Plaza Athénée appeared around the street corner. With the sun setting, Nina and Katie's first day in Paris was at an end, but not before they made Michael promise that he would pick them up tomorrow as well.

"Thanks a bunch, Mike!" Katie smiled. "We really did have a lot of fun! Now you better come back tomorrow, alright?"

"Hopefully we didn't scare you away!" Nina laughed.

Michael shook his head, smiling. These girls were trouble for sure, but there was something intoxicating about their playful disregard for anything getting in the way of their fun. There was no way he would ditch them. "You got it! And tomorrow I'll bring my car so we can explore some of South France, alright?"

"Sounds good!" waved Nina as she and Katie set off for the hotel.

"I promise I won't pee in it!" Katie yelled back with a crude laugh.

Michael had to pause to think about that one -- but smiled as he headed home.

---

As Nina and Katie entered the Hôtel Plaza Athénée, the doorman reverently welcomed them with a bow. As Katie pressed the button to summon the elevator, Nina nudged her friend and motioned with her head.

To their right, the only other elevator had a sign affixed to its doors apologizing for the inconvenience. As its lack of running lights indicated, it was so written that the elevator was closed for repairs, with no estimated time of absence available. Apparently it would require extensive service before it could be returned to use.

Katie smirked. "That's too bad~" she whispered disinterestedly to Nina as the functioning elevator finally opened to let them in.

The girls enjoyed a fragrant, gentle ride up to the eighth floor as the luxurious elevator dutifully returned them to their suite. As the speaker proudly emitted a chime to indicate that they had arrived at their destination, the girls looked at each other.

When the doors opened, the only things to emerge were three articles of clothing: Nina's skirt, Katie's shorts, and the shiny black thong that had a penchant for poking out from underneath. The doors then closed -- after all, the "Door Close" button was being held.

It was fortunate that the girls' suite was the only unit on the eighth floor, because the elevator's doors did little to muffle the rambunctious laughter from within. Were the doors to open, one would have found themselves face to face with Katie's ass, legs apart, and in a high squat as she peed forcefully all over the springy plush carpet lining the floor. Presenting her ass in such an unladylike manner, Katie shrieked with laugher as she wiggled her butt, soaking every inch of the fabric.

Nina was no better behaved, as the raven-haired girl had lifted a leg and spread her pussy to piss into the elevator speaker that had moments earlier so happily announced its job well done. Naturally, like Katie had in the morning, Nina took pleasure in also pattering all over the elevator buttons, which were now starting to wink out one by one. "FFFFUUUCK YES!" Nina moaned in ecstasy.

The elevator was not very large, and for two dirty bottomless girls with two very full bladders? It did not stand a chance. Nina and Katie took turns directing their piss all over the elevator, from the metal panel to the velvet walls to the once-springy carpet. Quite satisfied in the damage they caused, both girls' streams began to wane; Katie was bent over, having been pissing backwards onto a wall while Nina was merely leant against an adjacent wall with her legs wide open. With nothing in the elevator untouched, both girls were content in letting their streams drip to a halt before shaking off.

"HELL YEAH!" Katie whooped as Nina pulled out some tissues from her shirt pocket. The duo wasn't exactly frugal in the amount of tissues they used, and wiped thoroughly before discarding each one onto the soggy, marsh-like carpet. Knowing that their room was still off-limits, after an entire day of bad behavior, it felt GOOD to have it culminate in the form of wanton vandalism inside the innocent little elevator. Pleased with urinating all over it, Nina and Katie shrieked with glee as they tore at the (now soaked) velvet lining and shattered some of the lights illuminating the car. As the doors finally re-opened, Katie spat on the controls before the disrespectful girls stepped back into the hallway.

"Ahh~ That felt good~" Nina murmured contentedly. There was not a shred of remorse as the two picked up their clothes and unlocked the door to their suite. The girls had finished pleasuring themselves, and it had all been at the expense of the poor elevator. Defiled, damaged, and smelling rankly of piss, all the elevator could manage was a pathetic crackle from its speaker as its doors closed and it limped back to the lobby.

In considering a pee being a "naughty" piss, I factor in the distinction that it is an intentional act. To be naughty is to understand that what you are doing is "wrong" in terms of social norms and then do it anyways. For this reason I find it incredibly sexy when girls have this mindset -- they know they aren't supposed to uncover their pussies in public, they know they aren't supposed to pee outside the toilet, and they know they aren't supposed to make a mess without cleaning it up.

Yet, they do it anyways. For whatever reason, they decide that they are above the rules and can pee where they please. It's even more arousing when they do this intentionally or with nonchalance; they don't even spare a thought for the consequences of their actions (i.e., someone having to clean up after their selfish behavior) and do the act for self enjoyment. Vandalism takes this a step further, as they consciously seek to destroy something with their naughty relief, enjoying the fact that they are ruining someone's day for no reason other than their own perverse pleasure. An immensely powerful feeling.

Thus, pee vandalism is my favorite type of naughty peeing!

The "meanest" was probably in a hotel I was staying at with some friends. My ex and I had one room, and three of our other friends were in a room a couple doors down. 

It was my ex who started it -- as I have written before, she had zero qualms about peeing on cars after a night out (in fact, we made a game out of it) so she isn't exactly shy about peeing in public. We were in our room just talking and drinking when she had to pee, but instead of going to the bathroom she told me, "come on, it will be funny!"

She ended up leaving our room and I followed her down a little bit further down the hallway where she stopped at our friends' room. Here, she gave me her "look" that I had come to know so well and I knew what she was about to do.

Sure enough, Morgan was soon unzipping her denim shorts and dropping them so she could rest her ass on their door, and without hesitation she was pissing right there in the hallway. We were far enough from the elevators that we were reasonably certain that we wouldn't get caught, and Morgan had no problem pissing messily all over the door. When she was done, most of it was running down the door and collecting on the carpet right in front of the door (there was no welcome mat or anything).

So, as usual when she took the opportunity to relieve herself outside, I decided to relieve myself as well in the very same spot. Having been soaked by two people and their full, dehydrated bladders, it probably wasn't very fun for the cleaning crew, but we were laughing our asses off the entire time we did it!

Fitting rooms are such wonderful places, aren't they? 😉

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Right onto the floor

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.