hentaixt

(Not 1 to usually go on with a 2nd post, but I'd something that worked...)

Hey Tori! Glad to hear you were in the crowd(hope it wasn't your shoes I almost hit), which brings me to another point... you're a fan!? I was unaware that I was that well known.

As for your request for a private show, I'm not sure yet (What does the pay look like?? Joking!). I really thought that was a one time deal. The modeling is still a side-job/hobby right now, enough to make some "Mad Money" as my Mom calls it. I think I'll Google myself later and see what I find... wouldn't be surprised if a few photos from the Con made it up there. It was really fun feeling that free in public, more liberating than just the skimpy outfit. I'll post again after I test the waters a bit (Pun very much intended).

Nope, sadly complete fiction... They would pretty fun though. I have seen some that were almost similar, but not quite. There is a group of games done in RPG Maker that has you trying to spy on girl while they pee... But it is not in English and really rather dull.

I'd love to make the games, but I know nothing about design or programming.

Well it's certainly innovative, Hentaixt and really does come across as being individual. And it has a certain youthful character about it to be sure, and even sounds a bit ghetto. Which is interesting.

Probably an age thing, but I didn't find it quite so easy to read with all the typos and youth speak. Maybe that's just because I am not 18 anymore, and left that age behind a long time ago. :laugh:

Thanks, since you know how I usually write it was a bit of challenge leaving all the intentional "typos." I had to actually go back a few times and ghetto it up as you said. ^_^ I expected it to be hard to read for some, but this was an experiment on writing in a style not just a new little scene to enjoy. I'm not saying I'm as young as portrayed here... but I still accomplished my goal of giving this thread an epipen. ^_~ No offense to you or the other writers, I do still love the stories... but was getting bored with the "past my prime" starting lines lately. ~_~

I've written 1 more for here... also a bit different from my usual fair. I'll post it later, over the weekend. I appreciate the kind words as always. *bows*

(4th wall here... the typo's are intended)

Maaaan... I wasnt shure I was goin post to this but fffukit, YOLO!! rite? kek :woot:

Seriously, after reading some of these posts, like most ya sound like the ladies form my grndmas red hat club.... no h4t0r, but y'alls old. :tongue: Watevs, I got here from a weird thread on my MMO forum. I go by g4m0rghrll (gamer girl since I know think that loooks like gibberish :dead: ) thats my game tag and I use EVERYWHERE :) MMORPGs, fighters, LoL... anyway. So lets start dis ting. The prequel heres the thread I mentioned, bout what to do when ur stuck n a match at have to p3333. I totes explained wat me a my bae do over there, but thought ya might like it to.

So the other day my bae, such a sweetie, were both gamers living in a sh!tie apt, we both work and go to school but thankfully his paycheck covers the rent and I work for our expenses. Whichs is fine except... gamers...... so I do a bit of cam work on the side and sometiems some other stuff for money. I try to pick up mostly girls, cause bae likes that :wink: Back to the storie, the other yesterday were both playing stuff just hangin at home for a evenin Id the laptop and my Xbone controller playing some Skullgirls OL and he was fussing with our new handheld, a android device with emulators, trying to get Starcraft 2 working. He strolls over starin at the handheld like, "Babe? Can ya help me out?" Im, "Wat? Im fightin here!1?" "C'mon, I finally got this running and I was testing the wifi. I got in the lobby and immediately got a match... except I gotta piss before I even in the lobby 20 mins ago." "Dude! Fuk... thatll? Hang on." I pull off this sick massive hit combo string... so pwnd! I wished have seen the n00bs face! :tongue::tongue::tongue:

I toss my controller on the bed and reached in his shorts to pull out his wonder snake (just like the game... it gets longer with every apple he eats :hilarious:). Actually thou I only do this cause he long enough to not get in my way,,, I can suck on his head wile he stands nex to me, looks like I gota straw or a headset. "go slow, dont drown me :drowning:" "yeah, I know... how much I gotta say sorrie?" "A phew gor tines (dick in mouth :thumbsup:)." I pick my Xbone elite up and go to get a nother n00b to frag. "tawt ud ta goo?" "Dude just rushed my base, concentrating." "GRRRmmmm...." At this point Im a match n sukin his hed as I get mor intence. "Take that Bitch!! Colossus spawn in the nik of tiem. UHN UHN UHN~" Hes thrusting on that last part... :sneaky: "Woooh k, babe here I go."

Im rite in the middle of a combo n thank gawd I was sucking in at teh moment... he floods my cheeks and then flexes to lessen the torrent.:stream: After a few sexs (leavin that typo!!1! Holy sh!t :bored: perfect! :laugh:) we get a rythmn going of release and swallow until hes empty. I vacuuum the last few drops out and he instinctively starts thrusting again... Ive seen enough hentai to know where this is going.:tongue: I keep an eye on my match as he jams his c0ck in my mouth, he rest his handheld on my head so he can multitask better. I feel him getting bigger and harder and further down my throught. Unfortunately, I cant focus and my opponent pulled a cheap grab and that ended the match. Since I lost... Im pissed... I clamped down on his d1ck and go to town. if he made me lose I sure as hell going to make it hard for him to pay attention.

Sure enough hes breathing hard and swearing as I lick his balls with the shaft all the way down my throught. :finger: Less that a min later hs legs r shakin n Im swollowin again. "Oh fuk babe! That was perfect! I came just as I blew up his base. I definately owe u latr." I lick his head clean n put it back in his boxers. "Dam rite ya do... I lost my win streak cause of u." :cry: "Ahhh, sorrie..." "Yeah just get the Fuk out of here... and log of I need the bandwidth to play LoL."

Soooooo thats what we do.... dam strate. Prollie this weeknd itll be my turn to pee on him.

:whistling::sneaky::smuggrin::tongue::thumbsup:

... and finally the Pic to go with the 2nd story. ^_^

Myra Mini

I Love a Rainy Night.

It had been a few plus years since Myra and Cadie started working at Dana Designs Studio. In that time they had both graduated and gone on to College. Myra was involved with a photography curriculum and a life art drawing minor. Cadie on the other hand had intended on attending a regular college to study sports medicine... but after talking with the advisors found that the culinary and nutrition program at Myra's college was her real calling. Dana trusted them to run the studio while she was teaching which also gave her shop more time to generate business and subsequently funds.

One Thursday evening in September, just after the new semester started, Dana arrived at the studio in a particularly foul mood. Armand had seen this before and was sure to warn the girls to let her rage. "Damn fool, ass, mother's... idiotic... RAAAAAARRRRGHHHHH!!!" She managed well to keep herself from using any truly off colour language, but she was throwing things around at this point... nothing detrimental, the kid’s distraction toys mostly. There were a few stuffed creatures, a squeaky ball for dogs, and some scarves all in a flurry around the photo layouts as she vented. Once she collapsed in the chair next to the break table, Cadie set a cup of tea in front of her and prompted for an explanation, "Bad day?"

"Not exactly, classes were fine as usual... but then we had a staff meeting, in the BRAND NEW TEACHER'S LOUNGE!!" Dana said very sarcastically.

Myra piped in, "Wow, so they finally fixed that thing up?"

Dana sipped her tea, "This is excellent Cadie, new blend?"

"Oh yes, still experimenting."

"Sorry back to the Teacher's Lounge... I don't care that they fixed it up, except they used the funds from the leaking roof fundraiser and didn't fix the roof. So my studio room still drips and my students get damaged projects. I wouldn't mind so much, but I don't use the lounge anyway and they misappropriated funds which is a HUGE liability."

Myra tried to play advocate, "Maybe the roof was actually fixed and the left over funds went to the lounge, I don't believe that as much as you do... but maybe."

"Yeah, fat chance..." Cadie and Dana both echoed.

"Well, nothing we can do about it now. I guess we'll get confirmation when it rains. What's on the docket for the evening girls?" Dana inquired to change the subject.

Cadie gave the rundown, "We have a family shoot in... (Glancing at the clock) twenty minutes. Couple and three kids, should be quick. After that we've one other late shoot, a male and female nude set. I think amateur, but might be semi-pro."

"Yosh! Let's get things together." Dana replied. Everyone kept an eye on the weather report for a few weeks looking for any sign of rain. There was nothing until middle October and it started to get cold when they had an early snow flurry the weekend before Halloween.

Sure enough, that Monday evening was a repeat from the first day, "Damn fool, ass, mother's... idiotic... FIVE PROJECTS!!! FIVE STUDENTS WORK RUINED... FULL CANVASES!!" The squeaky ball went flying all the way across the studio and bounced several times, knocking over some fake flowers and toppling a box of props. She was slightly more active this time and the ball made several aerial trips. Once she had calmed down and sat down, they all consoled her including Armand. "I just wish there was some way to... to do something." All emotion left her, she just collapsed. After four years of locker fiascos and ruined gym floors they go and pull this..."

"Weeellll... the lockers were never the roof or plumbing." Myra spoke sheepishly. Dana just had a quizzical expression. "The lockers were actually me... I would pick a lock and just uhm... 'Relieve the pressure of the morning'."

"Myra!! I knew you two had a thing for it, but I never imaged that was the cause." Dana was shocked with disbelief and understanding.

Cadie spoke next, "So yeah, why don't we give the teacher's lounge a leak of our own?"

"No, no I could never condone that. It'd be..."

"Property damage? The same as every art student risks with a leaky roof?" Cadie had interjected.

"I was going to say vandalism, but you're very correct." Dana amended and agreed.

"Well I'd say it's settled, the next time we have inclement weather overnight is going to include a forecast of golden storms!"

Dana halted her, "Nonononononono... We have to be careful about this. It needs to look like it was the rain so stick to water, we need this clear and clean." Both girls nodded in understanding.

Baby It’s Cold Outside.

The weather had not been cooperative, a lot of daytime storms and near misses. By this time it was late November and fairly chilly, the next chance would probably be snow related. This actually worked to their advantage, one calm afternoon the weather called for clear skies all day but the snow began to lightly fall anyway. Myra and Cadie knew this was their cue and started downing water. They had closed the shop early, to make sure they were not disturbed and the one appointment they had rescheduled. It did not take too long before using the toilet or the sink got dull since they had to make sure they were passing just water. Armand was not in the shop, he only worked evenings and Cadie filled in for front desk while Myra did most of the photography work. Cadie got a bit more adventurous and used the floor drain at the back of the studio. Myra laid out the tarp in one of the booths and used it at liberty. Both girls were in skirts and panties were quickly left by the lingerie rack. They stood side by side and peed into the front load washer and dryer, half way through they switched spots. Cadie and Myra stripped down, Myra did a handstand while going and Cadie managed to start and do a full cartwheel without stopping her stream. She grabbed the chair from the desk and plopped her butt down and hooked her heels next to her on the seat. She started going again and this time had Myra spin her in the chair. Her clear flow flew up and out like a sprinkler soaking a circle around the tarp. She climbed off the chair stumbling from the spin and laughing so hard she could not stop her release. Every laugh made it burst out at a good distance and she collapsed on the floor gasping for air as she continued to spurt everywhere. Myra was chuckling too, her now larger chest jiggling with every outburst. She calmed herself enough to grab the prepped camera for the cancelled shoot and stood straddling Cadie on the floor. "Get ready for your close-up!" She hollered as she released again right onto Cadie's boobs, camera clicking away as she swayed to coat the girl’s body.

"I see you two are having a bit more fun than usual." Both girls snapped their eyes to the source of the voice as Dana approached, "It's alright, I know you'll clean up later. Besides, I've been filling up too... Myra, would you like to have Cadie take some pics for us?"

"What did you have in mind?" Myra inquired.

Dana was discarding her bag and coat as she approached, "Well come over her and kneel down. Then I want you to cross your arms."

"Uh, you know I can't do that, I've had big boobs since I turned twelve... I'm a 36K. Arms no reachy." Here Myra put her arms straight out and waved them up and down, this made her breasts bob with the motion.

Dana quickly corrected, "I know, I want you to cross them UNDER your boobs so you hold them up." By now Dana was out of her pants and in just her grey with hot pink trim undies selecting a skirt to put on before they left for the school.

"We're all set over here." Cadie answered. Dana walked around to the back of Myra and removed her panties. She gathered all of Myra's dark raven hair to the back and tied the panties around it, then tossed it over the girl's right shoulder. Next she moved to straddle Myra on the left side, placing her tan/sandy bush just over the girl's shoulder.

"Here we go!" Dana relaxed and a lightly yellow dribble became a current as it coursed over her collarbone and began seeping down her cleavage. Myra squeezed her shoulders in and the liquid quickly pooled in the fleshy basin. It filled up in no time and finding the path of least resistance cascaded off the front of Myra's chest forming a weak waterfall.

Dana pushed to increase her rate of expulsion and make the waterfall more robust. Cadie moved around the two getting close up shots of Myra's face and Dana's muff, the reservoir above, and the downpour in front. Cadie had an interesting eye for photography and would often give Myra ideas, so it was no surprise to anyone when quickly laid down on the ground next to them and shoved the lens directly under Myra's boobs, a shot under the waterfall. Dana's river waned, Myra waited for Cadie to stand back in front of her before freeing her arms. Her mountains moved and the remaining fluid traced down her body and drained between her legs past her trimmed fluff. Dana grabbed a towel and tossed it to Myra, "Oh girls, I'd like you to meet Nama. She's been my Teacher's Aide for the semester." They both looked over to see a shapely girl about their age standing at the edge of the tarp. She was well built and wearing a button down shirt and short skirt. "She's coming with us tonight, one of her projects was destroyed during the storm last month... She's an 'interesting' talent that you should enjoy seeing." Myra and Cadie walked over and shook hands with her, which clearly embarrassed the girl since they were still completely naked. Nama just smiled through her flushed cheeks.

Let's Spend the Night Together.

Once everyone was dressed again, more accurately just covered, everyone had a skirt with no panties underneath and both Myra and Cadie had just grabbed a button front shirt without bothering to put bras back under them. This meant that all four girls looked about the same as they filed into Dana's car to head for the school. Dana explained the preliminaries as she drove through the snow that appeared to be tapering off. "When we arrive, the janitor may still be around. He'll definitely let us in if I tell him we're here to check on the art projects and make sure the floor stays dry." They arrived and knocked on the Art Hall doors, after a few minutes waiting in the cold there was a light darting behind the window inside. Dana knocked again and the light moved closer to the doors and shown through the window. Dana waved, then the door clacked open, and they all shuffled inside.

"Hello Miss Keegan, why are you here so late?"

"Thanks for letting us in Bill..." Dana said as she shivered, "with the snow I was worried about the art room roof. Myra and Cadie work at my shop and used to go here and you should recognize Nama."

Bill nodded, "Well hurry up, I've got about a half hour of work left and I'm gone too." He headed back the way he came and left the group to head the opposite direction.

"Alright, we need to actually check on the art room too. Let's head there first." Two doors down the hall they reached the art room, they quickly shuffled some buckets out and moved some projects to safe locations. "Now that that's managed, are we all full and ready to go?" Each girl eyed the others and nodded. They snuck out the door and quietly rushed to the lounge. Once inside, Dana dropped her bag as she closed the door and stood watch. "Showtime ladies, go to it."

The room was dim with no lights, but it was fairly easy to see the surroundings. There was Kitchen area's across the right wall. Next to it was a clear glass table top in the corner, with two dinette chairs. Directly in front of them was a seating area and a filing cabinet. The left side of the room was a shelf with flat screen, wall mounted television. Below was an expensive DVD/audio system with three speakers, two on the shelf-top storage cabinet and a sub-woofer on the floor. Cadie dashed over and scrambled up a chair onto the table and squatted down shifting her skirt up her legs. Myra walked straight to a plush looking chair and hitched up her own skirt tucking it into her waistband, her phone started to slide out the pocket so she held onto it. Finally Nama took the chair that Cadie had climbed across and moved it to an empty area with a blank carpeted spot in front of her. She stepped onto it and squatted using the chair back on her left side to balance. Cadie started first, her full bladder producing a strong flow on the glass top table. The body warmed water spread quickly and drained over the edge onto the carpet below where it soon drenched the fibers. Nama was next, with a soft sigh she started a trickle, and then it was a high arc. She had angled her pelvis forward and up generating an arch that was curved at the same height as her nose. She let it splash for only seconds before she shifted and adjusted. Her stream began tracing a line on the carpet, curvy and rounded.

"Oh My Gosh! Nama, are you... you're drawing with pee aren't you?" Myra asked amazed. The girl didn't answer clearly lost in the concentration required.

Dana replied for her, "I told you her skill would interest you."

Myra quickly unlocked her phone, activated the camera, and began snapping photos. "Myra, selfie?" Cadie asked from the table. Myra had finally begun her own release and swapped to the front facing camera. She adjusted her position to fit Cadie in behind her allowing her to soak more of the chair, Cadie Winked so Myra winked too and snapped off two shots. The pic showed her whole face and Cadie in full body squatting on the table mid-stream.

"Definitely a keeper." Myra mused.

Cadie finished peeing and sidled off the table. "I'm going to need that other chair Cadie." Dana prompted. In an assisted step up Cadie helped Dana onto the top of the file cabinet. Dana faced out into the room and adjusted her skirt before letting go. She trickled down on the top of the cabinet and produced a low forward spray. Cadie reached out and opened the top drawer, then after a few moments closed it and opened the middle drawer so that Dana's rain landed on documents and papers inside. Myra snapped a photo of the scene, more impressed by her former teacher's balance atop a tiny cabinet than the actual act itself. Nama was still going strong this entire time, she had outlined the shape of her puddle and was now busy filling it. The shape was loose, but what was amazing was that she was painting in the space with diagonal lines. Once done, she made sure that no area looked too dry and stopped peeing as though it was willed, not that the reservoir had run out. Nama slid her butt onto the seat of the chair and turned to stand before putting the chair back in the place she found it. Dana ceased her release and with help got off the file cabinet. "Now then, what I really wanted to do..." Dana walked over and hit the eject button on the multi-disc DVD. As it spun open she flipped her skirt up again and aimed for the spinning tray filling it with a fresh charge of pee. She stayed only a few seconds before shifting to the woofer. She quickly found the sound aperture and filled it with the remainder her bladder. "Nama I know you aren't empty, correct? If I'm right, fill the coffee pot with the rest and bring me my bag."

Cadie chimed in, "Actually I'm almost ready for a round two... should I help?"

"Sure that'd be great." Dana assured. Nama stood by the coffee maker with the pot between her legs and a forceful swirling jet filled the a third of the pot. It stopped abruptly and for the first time Nama spoke, "Done. All empty." Then she smiled and handed the pot to Cadie. While Cadie followed example, Nama retrieved and handed Dana her bag. From inside came a funnel and a medium sized pump squirt gun. "Remember what I taught you, always strive for realism?" Dana popped open the gun plug and stuffed the funnel inside. Cadie relinquished the pot to Dana and she began pouring it into the funnel filling the gun. The two girls had provided more than enough to fill the gun twice. Dana sat the pot down and got back up on the chair. She popped a panel in the ceiling up and primed the gun. From here it went in the ceiling and Dana pulled the trigger aiming to the area over the table first, then closer by over the chair, a long line where Nama had been, then over the DVD player and finally the file cabinet. This gave the tiles the look of true water leakage and the few drips coming down helped the effect.

Dana replaced the tile, put the chair back by the table, and poured the remains of the pot in the coffee maker. "Alright, let's pack up and disappear girls."

As they closed the door behind them, Bill rounded the corner. "There you are." Dana jumped enough that her skirt almost flashed Bill.

"BILL! Oh god, give me a heart-attack."

"What were you girls doing in there?"

Myra quick on her toes shot out, "Dana, I mean Miss Keegan, was letting us use the new coffee machine to make hot chocolate before we went back out in the cold."

"Oh, that actually sounds like a real good idea. I'll show you out and lock up before I do the same." Bill replied.

"No you can't!" Cadie blurted, "You can't... because we used all the hot cocoa cups. Sorry none left..." and she shrugged.

"Well darn, I might see what else is there then, but out with you all first." Bill shuffled the group out the door and locked it from inside. They were all a bit panicked if Bill went in before morning.

"We'll just have to wait and hope..." Dana assured. The snow was falling silent and heavy now.

There's Got to be a Morning After.

Myra and Cadie waited nervously at the studio, they had closed all day and cancelled appointments just in case. Dana finally arrived after classes were over... walked in with a worried look and milked as much out of it as possible. When she finally spoke, "Well the art room was fine, no projects lost this time."

"That's reeeaaaallll great and all, but cut the suspense already!" Cadie scolded.

"Right, right, right..." Dana began to smile, "...scot free. We did it! Well, actually should say Bill free."

"You mean...?" Myra was leading.

"Yeah, the whole faculty was buzzing about it, surveying the damage and all. Bill just passed me in the hall, 'Shame about the frozen water pipe, huh?' and he winked at me. 'Too bad the bathroom's on the other side of that wall too...,' he trailed off as he headed down the hall. Once I finally got to get in there, I noticed a wet patch on one of the walls that none of us made. It was surprising how high up the wall it went, so I'm sure it was him."

"Maybe we ought to do a nice photo shoot for him as a thanks?" Cadie suggested.

Dana spoke, "I think that's a really good idea. We'll make him a Christmas card as a Thank You."

"To a 'Golden' Friend?" Myra joked.

The girls all laughed and started prepping the bay with a snowy backdrop.

The End.

OK, a quick break reply to separate the stories...

Myra stood with herself pressed into the narrow opening of the locker. Someone had left his or her jacket; they would regret that in a moment... She released her flow; it rained down on the pile of books and dripped off the inner walls. Myra leaned back at the hips and pulled up with her fingers; the arc easily hit the coat and began to soak the lower half of the material.

Her fun was already ending; she pushed to keep the stream going as long as possible. Once it had stopped she flipped her skirt back down and stepped away to view the damage. All in all it was a good job, shorter than her usual attempts, but still enough to get the job done. She reached over and slammed the locker shut, spun the dial, and walked away like nothing had transpired.

Down the hall and around the corner, she came to her own locker. Opening it, Myra grabbed her books for homeroom and first period before heading into the room across the hall. No one else would arrive for at least 20 minutes; that included most of the faculty. She sat quietly and doodled in her sketchbook.

Myra was an excellent artist and enjoyed drawing nudes the most. Always women, in some various locations, with breasts or bush exposed. She liked to show nudity in normal situations because that was one of her dreams. She longed to be an exhibitionist, even more she longed for society to give up its prudish opinion of naked females.

Her picture took shape, it was a woman on a busy subway terminal; her oversized bosoms hanging braless between her unbuttoned top. She was studying her cell phone and glancing at her watch while people shuffled around her to get on the train car. The bell rang; it jolted her back to reality and she realized it was time for class to begin.

History... the teacher droned on about something, Myra was bored and she let her mind wander. She leaned forward and rested her own large breasts on her desk. She glanced down and saw that they covered most of her textbook. She was only seventeen and already pushing a D-cup. She blamed her genetics; Myra's mother was forty and still wore a 34E bra. In her defense, she was a professional wet-nurse after all.

Myra began to doze, she could still hear the teacher, but in her head she was remembering her childhood. She was eight again and going on her first camp trip with a scout troop. The den mother had driven them out to the woods and after a two hour hike, decided it was time for a break. "Ok girls, you can rest for fifteen minutes. I will come around and pass out a bottle of water and bag of granola for each of you. The last five will be your bathroom break."

Myra sat with some girls and chatted while they ate the snack. The time flew and the den mother spoke again, "Alright, bathroom time. Find a spot but stay close; I'll give you a one minute warning. If you don't finish your business in time it will have to wait till we make camp in another hour." There had been ten girls and several of them scattered among the nearby trees.

Myra and three of the other girls chose the same spot not far from a group of three more girls. They each unbuttoned their uniform shorts and squatted, Myra tried to keep her head down. She unconsciously looked up and scanned around, her eyes darted back and forth. She watched as each girl started; many of them going almost at the same time. She liked watching, the cute little folds spraying the ground with yellow water.

The mother barked the one minute warning. Myra had not gone yet, but she did not really need to anyway. She stayed squatting till the very last girl had wiped, then she stood and just slid her shorts back up and fell in line. She knew it would be easy to convince some girls to join her later, not only because she would actually need to go; but then she could watch again.

An hour passed shortly and the camp site was reached. The mother helped the troop set camp before allowing another break. Myra propositioned a girl to join her, and her tent mate tagged along as well. The three girls checked with the den mother before heading off, and were surprised that she said she would join them. The mother led the way around some large trees and said, "This is good here." The girls squatted together again and watched as the mother remained standing and aimed at a tree. The trio was in awe of the sight and nearly forgot to pee too.

Once finished they all rejoined the camp, but Myra never forgot the site of the den mother standing to relieve herself. The bell rang again; Myra shot her eyes open. She quickly scrawled the homework assignment down and hustled out of class and onto the rest of the day.

Continued...

It was Tuesday. Myra was again in front of a random locker. Her full bladder assured that she would completely wreck the contents inside. She took her time and enjoyed the destruction. It was, after all, the only reason she arrived so early. School was dull and most of the time just a good place to nap. Myra still got decent grades, A's, B's, an occasional C; no reason to overwork herself.

As her latest vandalism was coming to an end she was startled by someone walking down the hall. Myra pushed to finish and tried to look normal as the girl passed right by and disappeared around the corner to the Art hall. Myra did her slam and spin, before turning to follow the girl. She poked round the corner just in time to see the girl slide into the door of a locker and close it behind her.

Myra tiptoed down the hall and waited a few lockers down so her shadow would not be seen. She pressed an ear to a locker and listened... it was hard to distinguish from the normal white noise, but it sounded like there was splashing and a hiss; like an air leak. The extra noise sub-sided and a few seconds later the locker opened and the girl stepped out.

Startled she spoke, "Oh, I didn't know you were waiting... You're Myra right?"

"Waiting for what?" Myra inquired.

The girl looked puzzled and tilting her head said, "The floor drain... In the broken lockers here?"

Myra continued her puzzled look, then her eyes popped... "You were peeing in there!?"

"Shh, I thought you knew this was a secret spot too. Keep it down." The girl waved her arms as she spoke.

"I had no idea. I just pick a random locker and decimate it."

"That's you? The janitors have been baffled for over a year. By the way, I'm Cadie."

"I think we might become good friends, Cadie." Myra smiled as she spoke. Cadie smiled back as a reply.

The two girls parted ways, but not before making plans to meet after school. They met up at the flagpole and began walking home. Myra lived nearby, allowing her to get to school as early as she did. Cadie actually lived only two blocks from Myra. The two chatted about mutual interest and their pasts. Cadie had only moved to the area three years ago, but had been attending a different school. She was permanently expelled after she was caught relieving herself in the football team's cooler of sports drink before a game.

"I had done it dozens of times before... just bad luck." Cadie stated matter-of-factly. "The day I started here, one of the other girls was showing me around. She stopped at the locker and did her business. Once she was done, she explained it was a secret location that only some of the girls knew about. There were rumors that even some of the teachers had been seen exiting from the door."

Myra explained that she got started after her cousin Bill taught her to pick locks. "My Uncle is actually a locksmith; Bill plans to take over the business when he turns 21." Myra continued and told Cadie about the camping trip and her love of watching and going in a group.

Cadie waited for Myra to finish before she continued, "I have really always loved it. My mom used to play this game with me in the bath. She called it 'count the bubbles,' she would lift herself up to a kneeling position and pee forcefully into the shallow water below to make it bubble up. I would pop the bubbles as I counted them. Once she finished, then it was my turn to go while she counted my bubbles. I mean it was completely innocent... I was like under 5 at the time."

By this time they had reached Myra's house. She invited Cadie to stay, but was rejected. "Sorry, my family has plans tonight. Let's get together this weekend. We can go shopping; my mom lets me drive to the mall by myself. It was the first place she taught me to get to." They parted ways again with a friendly hug.

Saturday...

The week crawled by... Wednesday, Myra had her elective art class during third period. She turned in the piece she had done on Monday of the woman in the subway. The teacher always dinged her a grade letter for having nudity. Her teacher would always say, "There is a plethora of other subjects to draw. Besides you can draw nudes all you want after you graduate." There was little concern in Myra's mind... the letter change usually just meant a B, still good enough for her.

Thursday, Myra saw Cadie at lunch and the two were able to plan some of the intended outing on Saturday. Cadie also shared a story about the obligation she attended Tuesday. Her father was going to be best man in a wedding in a few weeks and they had a rehersal to attend. Cadie mentioned that she was able to sneek off with another girl and the two of them shared a pee in the nursery of the church. "She used the toybox, I stood and pissed through the slats on the crib. Later at the rehersal dinner she pulled me out and we sat side by side in a golf cart and sprayed down the whole dash. I think she really liked me... she finger fucked me too."

Friday was nothing to report, then it was Saturday. Myra walked to Cadie's house and the two climbed into the car and were off. "I thought you said you knew how to get to the Mall." Myra accused.

"I do, this is how my Mom taught me to get there." Cadie asserted.

"Then why are we at the subway park-and-ride?"

Cadie assured as she climbed out of the car, "I told you, this is the way I go."

"Ok, Whatever."

The girls filed onto the subway after getting tickets and shortly arrived at the mall. They decided to hit an early movie first. The movie turned out to be a real snore, and the concessions were terrible. Around an hour in to the movie, Myra grabbed the bucket of bad popcorn and set in on the floor in front of her seat. She shifted forward and began peeing over the remaining kernels. Cadie, while surprised at the brash maneuver, did nothing but watch Myra turn the popcorn into a soggy clump. No one was in the same aisle as the girls, but a young girl in front of them must have been alerted by the strange noises. She looked back to see Myra, gasped covering her mouth and giggled, with her free hand she gave Myra a thumbs up before turning back to the film.

This started the war. Once the movie was over, they headed to the food court. After finishing their food, Cadie took her empty drink glass and dropping it under the table melted the remaining ice with her recycled soda. She left it sitting on the table with the lid off. Next it was off to shopping. Myra was constantly looking for comfortable bras in her size, so the lingerie shop was first. Myra grabbed a bra to try and smuggled a junior bikini top that was at least two sizes too small for her into the changing room. She stripped out of her button front shirt; she never wore a bra when bra shopping, too much hassle. She struggled into the bikini top; it barely tied in back and behind her neck. The cups stretched to just cover her nipples and the remaining flesh was pressed back against her chest and spilling out on all sides.

Opening the door and stepping out she asked Cadie, "So how do I look?" Cadie's eyes looked like dinner plates. Myra bounced twice and it was more than the material could handle. At the bottom of the second bounce, Myra's breasts dropped out and the bikini top nearly launched over her head. She dashed back in the fitting room and tried on the real bra. It fit well enough, but the band was loose... a typical issue for her.

Myra redressed and left the bra hanging on the hook with the bikini top. She scanned the store for Cadie, but could not see her. The dressing stall to the right opened and out stepped Cadie. She still had her same t-shirt on, but now below was only a crotch-less thong. "I think I'm going to take these. They are really comfortable." Cadie joked as she did a spin. Myra laughed and smacked Cadie's ass causing her to jump back into the changing stall. Moments later Cadie emerged and the two left the shop giggling.

They wandered from store to store looking at various items. The two approached a department store and Cadie dashed in. Myra stared blankly for a second before chasing behind her. Cadie ducked around a corner and lost Myra in the tool section. She jogged to the end of the rows and seeing that it dead-ended immediately squatted down. She aimed herself at some small tool cases and sprayed them with her piss. Myra finally found her just as Cadie was finishing.

Myra looked furious! She grabbed Cadie by the wrist and began dragging her through the store. Cadie followed without choice until they reached the men's department. Myra released her wrist and continued to a circle rack of jeans. She quickly flipped up her skirt and without hesitation swayed her hips as she soaked pair after pair. They rushed out of the store, down to the first floor of the mall, and kept going till Cadie plopped down on the edge of the coin fountain. Myra shuffled down next to her.

"This sure has been a wild day." Myra exerted.

Cadie replied, "Most fun I've had in years."

"We should call a truce before it gets out of hand."

"Ahhh, I thought we were finally getting interesting." Cadie shifted her butt back and leaned forward resting her elbows on her knees and her head on her hands.

"Yeah, but it is getting late. We should go." Myra stood up and turned to face Cadie.

"Just another minute, then you can go... I'll be done." Cadie said as she tried not to chuckle.

Myra looked puzzled, then her eyes snapped wide, "You aren't- you wouldn't- you are, aren't you!?" Cadie laughed loud and jumping up made a beeline for the exit door with Myra right behind her.

Cadie's grin said it all; she had done the ultimate game winner move. Myra was so jealous. She wanted to get even, still in tow she slowed and in a single motion pants-ed Cadie. Well skirted... Cadie had no panties on, so she now stood on a busy sidewalk with her completely shaved slit in full view. Her face went crimson and she hurried to cover herself and fix her skirt. Myra was doubled-over with laughter as Cadie just stared at her fuming. "Just wait, you'll get yours." Cadie warned. Myra had tears in her eyes from laughing, but was finally able to compose herself as the two girls reached the subway stairs.

They were early for the next train and while they waited on the platform, Cadie got her revenge. Swooping in behind Myra she was able to rip open her button front shirt. Myra's tits came into view as her shirt fell down her arms. The shock nearly gave Myra a spontaneous orgasm. Thinking quickly she raised her left arm to see her watch and grabbing her cell phone flipped it open so she could stare at the screen. She ushered Cadie to grab her own phone and directing her where to stand, had her snap a pic.

As soon as the camera confirmed the save, Myra fixed her shirt and they boarded the train car. Cadie was dumbfounded that Myra was not mad; just insistent that she email the photo to her immediately. Myra explained about her art class and Cadie finally understood.

Next Week...

Cadie rang the doorbell at Myra's house. Myra answered and hollered back to her mom that she was leaving. The girls chatted about plans for next weekend. Cadie ventured the idea, "There is going to be a carnival at the fairgrounds, plenty of good opportunities there." Myra agreed and they decided Sunday would be best for the trip since the wedding was Saturday. "I'll have to get directions, but I have no problem driving." Cadie offered.

"This won't involve the subway again, right?" Myra said mockingly.

They arrived at school and entered the building. "Ok, you pick the hall today." Myra commanded.

Cadie pondered, "Hmmm, I'm partial to the Science wing."

Myra clapped lightly, "Good choice, lots of nerd lockers there." Through the Math hall, past English/History, and around the corner they arrived. "Ok, random number between 100 and 150."

"126." Cadie blurted.

Myra walked over as she spoke, "I'll take 128 then." She picked the locks on both doors and flipped them open.

"Alright, 3..."

"2..."

"1."

"GO!" They both exclaimed together. The lockers were soon awash with the golden liquid of the girls. Myra nudged Cadie and took a half step back, Cadie watched as the pencil thick stream arched onto the books below. Cadie squeezed and stopped her flow; she stepped away from 126 and stood by 127 before releasing again into 128 with Myra. The fun ceased soon after as both girls drooped and finished.

Slam and spin, both girls together headed down the hall. Rounding the corner, they entered the Art hall. Myra jumped back pulling Cadie with her. Putting a finger to her lips, she peered round the corner. Cadie did the same and saw... nothing. Baffled, she waited with Myra staring down the empty hallway. Suddenly a locker door moved and Miss Keegan exited. The rumors were right! Apparently some of the teachers did know about the floor drain.

Myra was more excited than Cadie; Miss Keegan was her art teacher! Maybe they could confront her about it sometime. The girl split up and headed to individual lockers. Myra got to homeroom and started on a new doodle. This one was again a woman, but she was leaning against a random wall with her shorts and panties taught around her knees. She was wearing sunglasses and fanning herself with a book. The strap of her top had fallen off her shoulder and her top was clinging from sweat to her breasts. The bell rang and again jolted Myra back to class. She finished a few lines and shading as History droned in the background and attached the picture of her from the subway platform to the back.

Wednesday arrived and third period, Myra turned in her assignment. Class involved a test that day, so Miss Keegan had time to grade the homework. The bell rang for class to end and Myra started to shuffle out with her classmates. "Myra? Myra, could you stay for a moment?" Miss Keegan called her back. Myra walked back and waited by the teacher's desk. "I wanted you to have this before you left." Miss Keegan slid a manila folder across the desk. "Wait till you get to your locker to open it."

Myra picked it up and stacked it on top of her books before hurrying to her locker. She needed to know what it was... what was in that folder. She could not open her locker fast enough. Dumping her books inside, Myra was left with just the folder in hand. She opened it slowly. Her heart fell at first when she saw the drawing she had just turned in. A large "B" was written in red across the top. Myra noticed the paperclip and her photo still on the back. She separated the two and found two pictures, not one.

The first was her, written across it was, "Excellent Composition!!! +10 PTS." This made her smile. Sliding it away, she looked at the second image. Her jaw dropped and her eyes went huge. It was an older image of Miss Keegan a little yellowed by time, she was laying in profile naked; strewn around her were various fruits which draped over her body and covered all but one breast. Myra stared, still stunned at the sight. She quickly flipped the image over and looked at the back. Written in the same red ink was, "If you ever need inspiration, Call Me. XXX-4364."

Myra was fraught with ideas; Cadie had to see this too.

Teacher's pet...?

Thursday the girls were able to meet up at lunch, just like the previous week. Myra brought the picture with her and after being seated, discreetly handed it to Cadie. Her reaction was the same as Myra's... jaw dropping.

"Ohmygodohmygodomygod Oh... my... GOD." Cadie could not contain her excitement.

"I know, right?"

Cadie persisted, "We have to find out more info."

"Yep, especially with what we saw Monday, right?" Myra's replied. Cadie smiled widely and nodded slowly. They discussed how to proceed and decided caution was going to be very necessary. It was decided that Myra would come to Cadie's house and they could call from there.

The day could not end fast enough. They dashed out after the last bell and jogged to Cadie's house. Once safely in her room, Cadie had a moment of clarity. "We can't call her yet."

Incredulous, Myra retorted, "Why not?"

"We don't know where she lives, that could be her home number. If school just let out it could up to a half hour before she gets home... and that assumes she left the same time we do." Cadie's logic seemed sound.

"Shoot, you're right. Damn. What are we going to do?" Myra inquired.

Cadie offered, "We should wait till at least 6:00 to be safe. In the meantime let’s get our homework done and have some food."

Myra acquiesced through a sigh, "Alright, I guess."

Each girl dug out books and began working on the floor. It was a constant struggle to remain focused on the work at hand. After a short time; Myra broke the silence, "Gotta pee, where's the bathroom?"

"Really? I have to go too." Cadie returned.

Myra said, "Go ahead I can wait for a minute. No biggie."

"Oh. Well, I had a slightly different idea." Cadie muttered disheartened.

"Ooooh?"

Cadie got up and crossed her room, opened her closet, and pulled the cord on the light inside. She motioned for Myra to enter. Myra hopped off the floor and stepped into the small walk-in closet. Cadie followed behind her and pulled the door shut. Myra looked around the confined area before asking, "Anywhere in particular?"

"Anywhere whatsoever."

"Wow, cool." Myra paused before saying, "Why don't we squat together so we can watch each other?"

"Sounds good to me." Cadie agreed.

They squatted in the center facing each other with knees almost touching. Myra was sending the signal to start when Cadie interrupted, "Wait!" She stood and pulled the chain on the light and the room went dark.

"I thought we were going to watch each other." Myra protested.

Cadie's only reply was, "Wait for it." Suddenly the room was a glow with flashing light... Cadie had turned on a strobe in the corner. Rejoining Myra on the floor she took only a second to start peeing. Myra was elated, she watched as the stream appeared and disappeared in the flashing light. It was the coolest thing she had seen. Cadie tapped her on the leg; Myra looked down and realized she had forgotten to start. She quickly sent the signal again and was awestruck watching as her arch danced in the strobing light. Cadie had vanished almost between flashes. Myra saw she was now standing and facing perpendicular to her. She swayed her hips and continued to spray the floor. Myra had to try it! She bounced low in her squat and stood without ceasing her release. She bucked and swayed, the sight was still impressive in the fluxuating light. Cadie managed one last position change, she had leaned forward. The quickly waning pee fell in rivulets behind Cadie's fanny. Myra had only a little left and closing her hole, began shooting it in burst. The strobe showed only moments of each burst... just exiting, flying through midair, and splashing the ground. Everything looked like slow-motion. A final discharge impacted the carpet as Cadie pulled the light cord again.

Turning off the strobe, the girls compared wet patches in the full light. Opening the door and returning to the room, the girls found Cadie's Mom waiting for them. She spoke, "Dinner is ready. I was about to knock, but didn't want to startle you. Wash up and head downstairs. I'll be right there." Cadie left the room with Myra in step. Rounding the corner into the hall Myra glanced back to see Cadie's mom closing the closet door with herself inside.

Dinner was average, but Myra still complimented the cooking. Returning upstairs, Myra was anxious to call. It was about ten to six, so they decided it was close enough. Myra dug out her cell phone and the picture and began dialing. Her fingers and hands trembled, her heart was racing, and she was nauseous from her nerves. Hitting send took composure Myra could barely maintain. She waited as the phone continued to ring. Two rings... 3... 4... 5... Finally just as she expected a machine to pick up a voice answered. "Halloo." It was a male voice, with an accent. Myra was flustered but managed to stutter, "Uhh... M-Miss Keegan? Sorry, I'm looking for Keegan."

"Ahh, Uno moment." The voice disappeared and the phone had been set down. Through the phone, voices in the distant background, footsteps, the receiver being lifted, and then a familiar voice with a slightly different tone, "This is Dana."

"Miss Keegan?"

"Yeess? This is she... and who would you be?"

"Oh sorry. I'm sorry; this is Myra from your art class."

The voice completely changed demeanor, "Hello! So I see you found my note. I want to commend you on your photo again. You did a wonderful job of capturing the same emotion as in your drawing."

"Thank you, I-I didn't know if I should actually call."

"No problem, I wouldn't have given my number if I didn't expect it. I hope Armand didn't scare you."

"Is that who answered? I was worried I dialed wrong."

"Sorry. I was working on the PC, he is my assistant."

"Tell you what, why don't you stop by Friday? You can see my studio."

"Oh-kay." Miss Keegan gave the address before saying goodbye.

Cadie was staring in anticipation. She had only heard half the conversation. Cadie asked leadingly, "Sooooo?"

"She invited us to her studio."

"Cool. When?"

"Friday."

"That's tomorrow!" The rest of the night was spent looking up directions before Myra left for home at 8:00.

The Visit...

The whole day was a blur to the girls. At one point Myra saw Miss Keegan; she wanted to confirm that she was not crazy... that it really was the same woman. As luck would have it she did not have to worry. As soon as Miss Keegan saw her, the teacher motioned a "Shh" follow by holding up 6 fingers and pointing at her watch. Myra nodded subtly as an acknowledgement.

Cadie was waiting by the flagpole again when Myra finally got there. Myra explained the message from Miss Keegan and the two began walking. They spent the afternoon at Myra's watching TV till time to leave and get the car at Cadie's house. The trip was going to be a good twenty minutes, assuming normal traffic.

They were on the street, but passed the place twice; not realizing it was on the second floor of the complex. Once parked, they found the door label, "Dana Designs and Photo Art". The shop looked normal, behind the counter was a gentleman with reasonable good looks who they assumed was Armand. He spoke as they approached the counter, "Good evening, are you expected?"

Cadie fumbled with her words, "Uhh... Well sorta, I mean; I guess?"

"Ahh! May I assume that you are Myra?" Armand direct his glance to her.

"Yes...," Myra replied sheepishly.

"Good, Good, Dana is in the back. Please follow." Armand motioned to the curtain as he lifted the hinged counter to allow access.

Behind the curtain lay all the usual features of a photography studio. Dana was in the process of snapping a family portrait as the three approached. "Dana?" He seemed to pronounce the name with an odd inflection this time. "Your next appointment appears to be early."

Miss Keegan glanced over and quickly waved her hand as a dismissal, "Put them in two. No! Alison is in two, three."

"Very Well."

Myra was stunned, here they had been invited and Miss Keegan seemed genuinely frustrated that they were there. Armand led them around to a backdrop and suggested they have a seat. Time drug by until Miss Keegan finally appeared. As soon as she spotted Myra, she completely transformed. "Armand!! Why didn't you tell me it was Myra!? I'm soooo so sorry, if I had known it was you, you could have been helping." She paused before continuing, "Well! I was actually coming to tell you I was running late, but this changes everything, come on." Dana motioned to follow and the girls complied. They arrived at the next backdrop to see a nude female being prepped for a new set.

"Alison? Come meet Myra." Looking at Cadie, Dana inquired, "Sorry, I don't think we have met, Dana Keegan. And you are?"

"Oh sorry, manners... I'm Cadie; Myra's friend and curious tag-along."

"Pleased to meet you. Hopefully we will get to know each other better." The sly smile on Miss Keegan's face made Cadie a bit nervous. Pleasantries aside, Dana set each girl to a task after explaining the theme of the shoot. Cadie was given a spray bottled and spritzed Alison as she took her place. Myra was told to stand by with a second camera ready for when Dana asked for it. The shoot went smoothly with each girl performing perfectly.

Closing the shoot, Dana gathered the girls again and led the way to a table in a makeshift break room. "Okay, that was it for the night. So what do you think?" Dana asked as she took a seat.

Cadie and Myra stared blankly before Myra finally spoke, "I'm lost. You seem TOTALLY different. You constantly give me grief for nude DRAWINGS, and we just helped you do a soft-core porn. Who are you, and where is Miss Keegan?"

Dana laughed, "I'm sure it seems disorienting. I have to be that way at school, it is policy. I took a HUGE risk even trying to slip that pic to you."

"So you don't care?" Myra muttered.

"Not at all, in fact I love your art. I wish everyone did as beautiful images as you turn in."

Cadie broke the silence next with a slightly raised voice and talking too quickly, "We saw you using the locker."

Dana chuckled again, "So that explains your interest. Yes, on a rare chance I use the locker. I've seen plenty of girls in and out of there and even helped cover for a few of them."

"Why did you invite me?" The question had been burning Myra since they arrived.

"Well, glad we finally made it to the point. I have several reasons. If you are interested I would like to offer you a part time job, as well as free lessons, sessions, and a recommendation for Art College; which I suggest you pursue."

"What about me?" Cadie asked quickly.

"Well you had not been part of the plan, but if you want I can give you basically the same deal. You will have to split the salary I was going to pay, but I doubt that is an issue."

"I would need to talk to my parents, but I like the idea."

"Me too." Cadie quickly chimed in.

"Well why don't you call them and get it settled. You both have cell phones, right?"

The girls both called and after a short conversation all was good. Dana suggested, "Alright, now that that is settled... Let’s do a shoot of you two. Any themes you have in mind?"

Cadie leaned over and whispering in Myra's ear, "Think she would let us do a pee shoot?"

Myra turned and whispered back, "I'm game, she might even join us."

"Well what is the whispered decision?" Dana asked.

Cadie responded, "We have an odd request. Can we pee?"

"Sure, there is a bathroom in the far corner." Dana's response was expected.

Myra fuddled, "No... What we mean... I mean, we meant for..."

"For the photos? Hmmm... Never done one, so I can't promise anything great. Let's give it a go."

Dana rose and headed out, she told Armand to close shop and head home after he got the tarp spread in three. Myra and Cadie started to prep the lights as instructed while Dana switched cameras and loaded film in her high-speed. Everything was in place; Dana did a check to make sure Armand had in fact left before giving more instructions."Yosh! That means 'alright' it is one of my code words. Are you two ready, bladders full, who is going first?"

Myra looked at Cadie; Cadie stared back and shrugged, "Uhh, I guess me."

"Ok, take your position. Do you need something to sit on or go in or... well I guess I don't know? You have a skirt on, but were you going to strip or- Oh, I got it! Myra grab the bench over there that looks like stone columns, it is three pieces so be careful." Dana flipped through a rack of outfits before tossing one at Cadie. "Here, put this on. You can change over there." Cadie disappeared behind a shoji screen. Dana had Myra gathering various items and delivering them to her as she arrayed them on the set.

Cadie walked back out and Myra caught sight of her in passing, "Wow, You look amazing!" Cadie blushed slightly, she was a little embarrassed. The outfit she had put on was a Roman toga, loose and flowy. It draped over her right shoulder and her left breast was completely exposed except for the hand she had placed over it. She had an olive headdress, and was still in her socks. Dana stepped back to look at the set before turning to Cadie, "Yosh, set is ready. We will fix your hair a bit and some make-up. The socks will have to go too. Myra, this will be a good lesson on make-up, come on."

The time passed as Dana fixed up Cadie and explained techniques to the girls as she applied them to Cadie. Glancing at the clock above the mirror, Dana stated, “This will have to do for tonight, we are getting short on time." They walked the short distance back to the set, which now looked completely like ancient Rome. "You left off your panties, right?"

"What panties?" Cadie asked knowingly.

"Myra we will have to do you next time. Cadie take a seat, I will direct you what to do as we go."

Dana barked requests and Cadie quickly followed as the camera captured lead-up images. Cadie reclined on the bench. She poured some wine from a pitcher and sipped it. She bit at fake grapes in bunches. Straddling the bench and lying back, Cadie let the toga fall away to reveal her shaved glory. The urge was becoming difficult to maintain, Cadie stood and pressed a hand between her legs. Dana followed the signal and suggested that she use pitcher with the grapes overflowing from it. Cadie adjusted her position and spread the toga again. "Ok, get ready. Here it comes." Dana zoomed with the lens and camera continued to click away at a faster rate. The stream was clear and hit the opening perfectly. As the she peed the stream began to overshoot; Cadie started to adjust to compensate, but Dana corrected her not to move. The flow ceased quickly and was gone without a drip. Cadie shifted the toga back as Dana took a few last shots.

Dana began again, "Right, will have to see how we did. I think it went very well. I'll let you know when I have the film developed and then I can show you how to put together a portfolio. You should change and get going; it is almost quarter after ten."

"Yeah Cadie, it was sooo cool! You looked completely professional." Myra congratulated.

Cadie blushed again and ducked back behind the shoji screen. She emerged a few minutes later and the girls left for the night.

It was not until class on Wednesday that Miss Keegan let Myra know that the negatives were done. Thursday the girls returned to the studio and choosing the best images, learned how to manually develop them into pictures. Once they were placed in a formal binder, Cadie reviewed them with increased interest. "I've never seen myself like this. It's pretty different."

"So when is it my turn?" Myra inquired intently.

Dana assured, “Now that we are in business we have all the time we need."

Right, so some years ago I wrote a story about a girl named Myra... since I'm not sure I ever posted it here it's below in the reply.

AFTER you (re)read it, there's a new story which'll posted in the thread here too... It was written as part of a commission that I got from a fan of my stories and an artist to boot. ^_^ Since the drawing goes with the story... you get to see it too.

Hope you all enjoy my late X-mas present(s).

Christmas

Sprinklers

Often times her clients preferred the use of receptacles, the clean-up was easier and allowed for relief in any room. Pauline usually liked to be a bit coy. Since she had a very good control over her evacuation, she would miss on purpose. "Can you hold the cup for me?" Pauline would say sheepishly.

"I don't mind."

"Ok, my stream can get a bit 'unpredictable.'"

Pauline would start by shooting full force, next she would stop entirely and just dribble, that way they thought it was stable. After a couple of seconds, full force again, and then she would finish with just her normal release... they seldom managed to keep up with the change, so large amounts of it ended up over everything.

There were the really odd folks who licked off their hands and a very remote few that drank directly from the glass or straight from her source. Those people kind of bugged her, but it was their choice and Pauline was not going to argue if she got to do it.

On one particular call she had her best encounter so far. Pauline had been working an issue for almost four hours, at this point she was stumped and almost at breaking point for a bathroom. Just as she was getting up, a young girl entered the room, mid-teens, average height, and standard build. She could be considered pretty and probably soon to be some boy's dream girl, if she was not already. "Is it fixed?" She had such hope in her eyes.

"I'm afraid not quite."

Crest-fallen, she replied, "Oh. I have a paper I need to work on."

"Well, if this process I have running works we might be good." Pauline tried to assure. "I was wondering if I can borrow your bathroom?"

"Mom says if you fix the problem you can go here, so I guess you can go here... then just make sure you fix it." The girl stuck her tongue out after she finished.

"Alright, you got a deal... what's your name dear?"

"Brooklynne, like the bridge supposedly." She rolled her eyes and spoke the second half sarcastically.

Pauline got up from the chair and walked over to shake hands. As soon as their grip broke she started unbuttoning her pants, still in front of the young girl. Slightly flustered, Brooklynne blushed and looked past Pauline at the screen across the room. Trying to ease the tension, Pauline spoke up as she squatted, "What's your paper on?"

Still averting her gaze Brooklynne answered, "Electromagnetism and the effects of high energy fields on printed circuits. I also have a small section about why cell phones are slowly killing their users."

"Uh, huh... so guess you're not big on technology?"

"Actually quite the opp.. o.. site....." Brooklynne trailed off here having been distracted by the sound of Pauline's splashing. At this point the girl was looking directly at Pauline again, at least one specific part of Pauline anyway. "Hey... what's it like?" Brooklynne spoke very reserved.

"Working on computers?" Pauline was baiting the girl by purposefully answering incorrectly.

"No, I mean... you know... what'redoingthere..."

Oh you mean peeing on floors? It's wicked fun." Pauline lowered her voice and looked up at the girl's flushed face, "Hey, com'on'join me. If your Mom asks I just really had to go." Pauline winked with a smirk at the girl, to make her point.

Brooklynne hesitated, still unsure if she should, then as if she had given up arguing with herself she reached for her jean's button. The girl deftly took a step back and dropped to a squat with her pants down in less than an instant. What surprised Pauline was that Brooklynne started almost immediately. "It seems to me you were a bit prepared for this?" Pauline's question struck a chord and Brooklynne blushed deeply.

"Well I~"

Pauline interrupted, "You've gone 'other places' and this was an opportunity not to pass up?"

In a low tone Brooklynne answered, "Yeeeaaahhh." The utterance was somewhere between a sigh and actual words. It was hard to tell if it was caused by the release of burden on her mind or fluid from her nethers. Pauline slowed and finished with a few small drips, but she remained low to get another look at Brooklynne. She had a very petite slit and shaved regularly, in fact she had shaved a Greek Omega, the symbol stood for Ohms in engineering. The other striking feature was that her stream was very forward. It appeared that if not for the angle of her pelvis, Brooklynne could probably have a horizontal flow.

"If I may, how old are you?"

"I'm fourteen, why?" Brooklynne replied quizzically.

"How would you like to intern for me? I can't hire you as a full employee for a few reasons, but you could come with me and learn on the job and I would pay you a percentage as you learned."

"That'd be awesome! We'll need to check with my parents though."

"Of course." Pauline assured.

Once Brooklynne had finished, both girls returned to the computer and shortly thereafter the problem was resolved. Pauline spoke with Brooklynne's parents saying she was actually very knowledgeable and did indeed help find a resolution. Over the next few weeks they negotiated and eventually it was decided that Brooklynne would intern Thursdays and Fridays with possible weekend calls as they came along. So it was that Pauline started to grow her business.

Traps and Overflows

With end of the century, the millennium "virus" scare generated a lot of consulting work for PC Pauli. Brooklynne was a very bright girl and a quick learner and now that she was old enough to be hired, became an even more valuable asset. Nora had graduated finally but the nursing industry was going through a stigma of only wanting experienced nurses, so she still did part-time secretary work when both Pauline and Brooklynne were busy. Brooklynne had become the primary as she could also field questions over the phone and better determine the actual issue.

In the time that Brooklynne was in training there was no particularly strange occurrences. The switch to a new millennium also seemed to change the behavior in people and it seemed less people allowed the "go anywhere" option in favor of the receptacle. There were still the occasional collectors, but for the most part it seemed the era was slowing ending. Both Pauline and Brooklynne enjoyed a great experience on the first time Brooklynne resolved an issue solo.

Pauline had been having the girl learn in trial by fire style for the last month of service calls. Pauline would just act as a sounding board to assure she was headed down the proper path to resolution. This particular issue involved a virus that had seemingly deleted all the user's files by making the original a hidden folder, creating a new blank profile, disabling the admin user, and locking the user manager.

Brooklynne struggled with the issue for about two hours, before looking through Pauline's CD's and finding the "pocket environment" disc. This allowed her to get a backdoor into the system and around the virus lockouts. Once they were back in with admin rights it was just a matter of finding and removing the virus before restoring the missing profile. All completed the job took four hours.

Pauline and Brooklynne called in Miss Schneller and explained what happened.

"So it's all fixed?" Miss Schneller asked still slightly confused.

"Yes. The virus is gone and your data was never lost, just hidden." Pauline assured.

"Oh, thank goodness! What do I owe you?"

"Well actually I didn't do anything; it was entirely my intern here."

Miss Schneller beamed at the girl, "Congratulations!"

Brooklynne spoke up, "It was nothing really, I have a good teacher. I was a bit stressed for a while, so would you mind if I take a bathroom break before we go?"

"Not a problem at all, if fact I have just the thing in mind. Follow me." The three ladies left the computer area and came to a small back room that appeared to be a converted patio. There were boxes everywhere and an old couch against one wall. "So here you go. This dusty old thing is getting tossed out within the week. We haven't used this room in years and the couch was past its prime when we used it then."

"Thank you so much Ma'am." Brooklynne responded.

"Pauline, you feel free to go too."

"Much Obliged."

Miss Schneller chuckled, "Just like your Father."

The girls began prepping themselves, unbuttoning and zipping, sliding down their jeans and panties to reveal their shaved shapes. Pauline had gone to a simple design from her difficult to maintain power symbol, she had something that resembled the USB pitchfork. Brooklynne was sporting a small rectangle with the path of circuits shaved out of it instead of her Omega. They both stopped with their clothes at the knees and remained standing. Pauline was at one side with her legs against the arm and Brooklynne stood facing the couch directly. They both looked at each other and counted to three.

Pauline started first her perfect arc matching the curve of the arm and landing in the center of the cushion in front of her. Moments after, Brooklynne shot forth and hit the back cushion with her nearly horizontal aim. This continued for an instant before Miss Schneller spoke, "What the hell, I'll join you too. Need to go anyway and why should you two have all the fun?" She flipped the snap on her corduroys and slid them down her legs as she turned away from the sofa. She remained bent over and in only a couple of seconds started her own golden rain on the cushions as well. Her stream was well defined and since her muff was upside-down, so to speak, Miss Schneller had a waterfall effect. It appeared as though a bucket had sprung a leak, projecting forward slightly then gracefully crashing to earth.

Pauline admired the woman's well maintained fanny; certainly her age was not going to revealed inspecting her here. It was clear she did not have the same issue with her hair that Pauline and Brooklynne shared, however she was not overly hairy. Pauline decided to change up things a bit and pushed until her arc reached Brooklynne's cushion, she then relaxed as she turned her hips and created a curve all the way across the seat backs. Not wanting to be left out, Brooklynne stepped cautiously around the arm to stand opposite Pauline. Now her horizontal stream had nothing to directly impact and shot into the center cushion mixing with the wet patch being made by Miss Schneller.

By this time three full ladies was more than the old cushions could soak up and the excess began pouring off the edges and onto the floor. Thankfully not much remained and in turn each girl finished their drenching, Pauline, Brooklynne, and last of course Miss Schneller. After all their clothing was back in place, Miss Schneller and the techs admired the damage. "Well we certainly made a mess of that." She remarked.

"More like a Viking burial at sea." Brooklynne joked.

Pauline looked at her watch, "We would love to stay and chat, but pressing matters are at hand."

They broke for the kitchen and a few minutes later were out the door. It was time to be on to the last call for the day; the client was a Mr. Humphrey. When they arrived, it was a small apartment and they knocked. The door opened a few seconds later and there stood a slightly older Keith. He welcomed the girls in and they chatted for a few minutes, before Pauline asked the real questions, "So what sort of issue you have today?"

Keith figetted, his behavior betraying his intention, "Actually... I don't have a problem with my computer. I was just hoping to see you pee on the floor again." After a short pause he gestured at Brooklynne, "You too! ...if you want."

"Well this is a first, not sure how to handle it." Pauline scratched her head. "Truth is we just went before we came here."

"Oh..." Keith was clearly downtrodden by this fact, "Well since I already have to pay you for the hour, why don't we have some drinks and chat. Hopefully before our times up it'll work out."

"I don't see why not, you are the last call today. You game Brooklynne?"

"Free drinks and no work? Hell Yeah!"

Everyone laughed as they settled into the small living room. Keith went and got some beers and Pauline opted for soda, since she still had to drive. An hour of idle chatting passed quickly and several drinks were consumed. When Pauline looked at her watch, she called time. "Alright, time to call it a day. You have to go yet Brooklynne?"

"Give me a minute to try, I feel like... like... maybe?" She was a little drunk at this point. She stood up and wobbled a just slightly, but immediately had composure. Unbuttoning her jeans she slid them all the way to the floor before returning to lower her pink panties to her knees. From here Brooklynne attempted to take a step back to lean against the wall behind the sofa. Lifting her leg served to unbalance her and she fell back with a light *thud* into the wall. "You OK there?" Pauline prompted.

"I'm fine, just topsy... tipsy. Once I get this out, be right a rain." Within moments of finishing that, Brooklynne started to release.

With her shoulders pressed to the wall and her torso leaned back, Brooklynne's stream actually shot upwards instead of the normal horizontal. This allowed her arch a good yard and a half out from her waist. Keith clamoured to the end of the couch to get a better view. His eyes would flit back and forth between source and impact. Without hesitation he rolled on to the floor and shuffled his head under the cascade to watch it shoot over and land on the carpet. Pauline snuffed out a chuckle and stood up; she kicked off her shoes as she undid her pants as well. Half naked again, she sat at the edge of the cushion near the arm where Brooklynne stood. Pauline hooked her heels behind her butt and waited for the urge to build.

It was a only a few more ticks before Brooklynne's show ended with a splattering across the young man's glasses as the golden liquid traced back to her slit. As quickly as one ended, Pauline's started, her arch passing over Keith's torso and coming to bear on the far side of him again. She swayed and swathed an angle next to his body, the spray back bouncing on his arm as it landed with a heavy impact. Utilizing her strong muscle control, she reduced the distance and started a zig-zag pattern across his body and the carpet on the near side. This worked out well, as Pauline was nearly spent already and after three switch backs, was done. Keith remained on the floor, slightly damp, elated, and stiff as a board in his pants.

Pauline spoke as she headed back to her discarded clothes, "Tell you what, since you were nice enough to provide us drinks... this one's on the house."

Keith bolted to a sitting position dispersing droplets everywhere, "THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!" He rolled a knee under himself and rose up fluidly from the floor. "So, before you go... I'm sure you remember some of my friends as well?"

"Yesss~" Pauline squinted as she hissed.

"I'm pretty sure they would be more than willing to make the same offer if you are so inclined."

Brooklynne interjected, "I don't see why not."

"Your judgment might be a bit cloudy right now... but I'm not going to say 'No' either. When they call, just tell them to ask for the 'floor model special'."

Clearly excited, Keith bellowed in secret agent fashion, "ABSOLUTELY, the 'Floor Model Special.' Got it."

The ladies said their goodbyes and left after that.

Pauline told Nora how to handle a "Floor Model Special" call, without actually telling her what it meant.

"Just let me know as much in advance as you can... and it is only a one hour call. Oh, and NEVER two back to back."

Confusedly Nora replied, "Okay, if you say so."

It took until a customer blurted out the secret before she figured it out too. Even after that, she still had no objections. In fact, on several occasions, the clients asked to see Nora specifically. They had always spoken with her, but knowing what the "Floor Model Special" meant, they wanted to meet her. "Well, I'm just here to answer phones... if you want me to come out, it'll be double. Also there is an extra charge if you want the 'Power Boost'." This was her new code name for "Bursting". Pauline let her keep the extra for the "Power Boost," since Nora was the only one of the three that could do it.

The new service proved to be fairly lucrative and with the shift away from the tradition of being allowed to go anywhere, provided an outlet to still have fun and make money doing it. So it was that "PC Pauli" was rebranded one last time to "Pauli P.C.". The new designation still meant "Personal Computer," but for those in the know it also meant "Pees" on "Carpet."

End

Showers

Nora and Pauline had showered together most their lives. It was no different now, even though they were both adults. It had started out pretty standard, Pauly felt uncomfortable bathing with either of them, so Pauline helped when Nora was younger and it just stuck. The girls would play and goof around until they got older and the "playing" was a little more mature than before.

When Pauline hit puberty, Nora took notice. The chatted about it and surprisingly Nora started puberty early herself. Nora was a quick developer and soon had a very healthy chest. By the time Pauline had developed a large C, Nora was already pushing an F. Pauline took every chance she could to give her sister grief about it too. She would wait till their shower and while Nora was washing, Pauline would cup underneath her breasts and soap them for her, "These get any bigger and you will need a bar of soap for each."

"Sto~op! You know they're still sensitive. Besides, Becky says if you massage them they get bigger."

"Well then maybe you should play with mine more." Pauline joked as she juggled her own in her hands. This was not their only regular shower ritual. Nora, since she was old enough to shower at age six, had to pee as soon as they got in, a combination of the sound of running water and the warmth of it on her skin. Pauline tried to discourage it, but realizing it was inevitable actually started joining her sister. When it all began, Pauline would tell Nora to wait and go when she got out.

"I have to go now!" Nora chanted as she bounced with her hands between her thighs.

"Alright, just one time, if you have to go tomorrow you WILL wait." Nora squatted at the far end of the shower and leaked a tiny torrent of yellow. Without fail, the next night was the same. "Gotta go, gotta go."

"Told you no, told you no." Pauline would echo.

Nora actually did try, but right after they got out and started toweling off, her resistance broke and she wound up going on the bathroom floor. Since she had waited so long, there was a lot to clean up. The following night was almost the same, but this time Nora was still in the tub so it all went down the drain thankfully. Pauline had to go that night herself, so she stepped back into the tub with her sister beside her and relieved her ache as well. Nora stood mesmerized by the fantastic display, the acrobatic spray shooting far enough to hit the drain directly. From that night on it was just routine.

As they grew older, Nora got a little more adventurous. Since she did not produce the same graceful flow as her sister, she tried all she could to emulate it. Nora found that she did not need to squat, her stream shot with directed force at a low angle. After some practice she could keep it for running down her legs. Next she tried spreading her lips; now that her exit was directly exposed she could aim. However, this also meant the force increased. Still unable to achieve an aesthetic arc, she settled for distance. Nora developed what she called "Bursting." She would expose her opening and place her middle finger tightly over it. While sending the message to release, she would tense and push her muscles until pressure built against her fingertip. By removing her finger, she could "Burst" a powerful shot an excessive distance. On the nights when Pauline washed her hair, Nora would stand at the back of the shower. With Pauline facing her, Nora would Burst and strike Pauline right between the tits. Burst again and this would hit Pauline's navel and one final hit would hopefully impact her clit. If there was not enough fluid, it would go between her legs and land squarely on water spigot. Pauline did not mind, because as soon as Nora was done, she would kneel between her sister's legs and massage Pauline's clit with her thumb until she could not help but pee. It would trickle down Nora's collarbone and rush like a river in her cleavage. Occasionally, she would lift and squeeze her breasts together until a pool formed before releasing it, even more rarely Nora would open her mouth and let it fill with the body warmed liquid. That was only on the nights when the color was crystal clear.

Floor Drains

Business began to pick up soon after the call at Keith's house. Apparently he had told some of his friends and they had "broken" their computers. So she was regularly able to indulge, most the time with a very accommodating audience. There were a number of other occasions that stuck in her mind.

One of her jobs, there was no young boy present, so after completion she tracked down the lady of the house. On this occasion, Pauline was unable to resolve issue without taking the machine. The OS was corrupted, but the customer wanted to check with her husband before she let Pauline take it.

Pauline had inquired about the bathroom and been told, "You'll find what you need in the second door down the hall." She thanked her and headed that way. She passed the first door and did a double-take... it was clearly the bathroom. Pauline debated, but she went ahead and checked the next room. There she opened the door to a bedroom all in white. It was not a main bedroom and appeared to be an unused room. Pauly had warned her about "collectors" but this was her first experience. Looking around, she observed the scene before moving forward. There were several stains around the room, each in a unique location. She moved toward one that was on the dresser, there was a placard with the following:

Joe's Cold A/C and Heating> Technician: John Roe 07/23

The placard was actual etched metal. These were serious collectors. Scanning around again, Pauline looked for a good spot. Her father had told her to respect collections; a good collector was a repeat client. "Make sure you follow these rules: Stay in one spot, do not move after you started unless told to. Avoid overlap, even if you went there before pick a new spot. Lastly, there is ALWAYS a camera." Sure enough there were several cameras, one mounted in opposing corners of the room, one behind a "mirror", and finally three more under the bed to face out in each direction. Pauline untied and stepped out of her shoes, followed by completely removing her pants and undies. According to Dad she had all the time she wanted, because they were watching through the cameras to record. She plopped her half naked body on the end of the bed and hooked her heels next to her butt on either side. It actually took longer to go knowing she was being filmed than if someone was standing there watching.

After thirty seconds the signal connected and her body responded. Her arc launched forward and finally touched ground about four feet in front of her. One thing Dad did not say anything about was leaving a LARGE stain. Pauline flexed her gluts and made sure to sway back and forth to create a personal design. Judging by the rest of the room it had been exclusively males. There was one on the wall belonging to a "Robin" that could have been a woman, since it was associated with a sewing machine repair. She had produced a lovely long curve on the carpet when her supply was finally exhausted. Pauline dressed, collected her fee, and moved to next job.

This was not the only odd call she had, however.

Growing up with only her father as a role model Pauline gained an affinity for helping people. Her father Pauly was a plumber by trade and would often take her on jobs when she was not in school. She learned the finer points of customer service and the benefits of working for others, especially in the town where they lived.

Pauly had a good job, "Pauly Plumbs," he was a freelance plumber with a very faithful clientele. He made enough money to support his wife and young daughter and soon to be second on the way. However life took a bit of a turn when shortly after Nora was born, Noreen took ill and passed away. This meant that now a single father, Pauly had to take care of two daughters.

Sinks

Nora was with her grandparents, which meant Pauline could ride in the front of the van with her Daddy. They were headed to Ms. Schneller's home; she was having an issue with her hot tub. Pauline guessed it was the filter again, because it usually was... but it meant that Daddy got to get paid for a simple fix.

Pauline was off school today because it was holiday. She loved days off from school, going around with her Daddy and visiting people, fixing issues, and making them happy again. They had just finished cleaning out the filter at the Schneller's, when Pauly's pager went off, they had an emergency call! They rushed to the location and Daddy went to work, some hours later the problem was gone, and the lady of the house was overjoyed. While waiting for her to finish writing the check, Pauly asked the question Pauline had been waiting for all day.

"Excuse, do you mind if I take a bathroom break before I leave?"

"Oh, certainly! Be my guest! Its least I can do." The lady replied, gushing.

Pauline was not going to miss the chance, "Daddy, I have to go too."

"Is that okay with you Ma'am?"

"No trouble at all!"

In this town there was an unwritten allowance. No one quite knows when or where it started, but it has persisted for hundreds of years. There were speculations, but no solid story could be tied to the origin. The most common explanation was the blacksmiths. Back in the era where transportation was still horses, the blacksmiths would go out regularly and visit every home to reshoe the horses. This was an all-day task and required a tight schedule to accomplish before nightfall and the loss of light. As a result, it was not uncommon for the smithy to request bathroom breaks throughout the day. Most homes would allow them to use a chamber pot or outhouse, but since they were already working outside in the stables, most residents gave them free reign to relive themselves when and where they need.

Decades later, with electricity and other services in the home, repairmen would spend all day traveling to and fro indoors. However somewhere along the way, asking for a bathroom break gave you the option to go anywhere. Most figured it was from the affluent folk, who had maids to clean up, then the maids started doing it too, and it grew from there. Certain caveats existed though, mostly related to fixing the issue the first time and providing good service. If those were not met, it was in poor taste to inquire. Despite the invention of indoor plumbing, servicemen were still afforded this luxury into the modern day, although the client could request the use of a receptacle.

Pauly asked, "My apologies Ma'am, but where?"

"Hmm... Oh! Wherever is fine." The lady answered absent-mindedly as she continued to play with her checkbook.

"Much obliged."

They were in a formal dining room with a counter on one wall that allowed you to serve from the kitchen. Pauline slid out a chair and scrambled to stand on the seat after kicking off her shoes. Pauly slowly undid his tool belt, followed by his actual belt, button, and then zipper. He hooked his waistband with his thumb and pulled forward and down in a smooth motion reaching in with his right hand to free his member and sack. He watched as his daughter slipped her white simple panties off one leg and left them around the ankle of the other. She squatted atop the chair revealing her tiny slit as she lifted her dress. Father and daughter looked at each other directly and wordlessly counted to three.

Pauly started immediately, a thin stream finding gravity's pull to the carpet below. Pauline's was slightly more acrobatic, from her tiny hairless recess shot an arc. It went first upward, then out, before losing to weight and crashing to carpet as well. The patter and slight hiss was enough distraction to cause the women to finally look up. She smiled at Pauline, who smiled back, before they both looked to Pauly's manhood. He was an above average guy, about seven and a half inches and at least two across. He did his best to direct his stream to the same point of impact as his daughter's flow, attempting to limit the clean-up for later.

Pauline was done first, her tiny supply spent quickly, her beautiful stream slowing to a few drips on the seat. She pushed one last time and shot a small spray all the way to the counter wall before she hopped off the chair and fixed her panties. By then Pauly was done as well and milked the last few drops out followed by a quick shake. He put his shaft away and secured his pants and belts before walking to the kitchen with Pauline to wash their hands. He collected the check and the two left for the next appointment.

Pauline cherished the time with her Dad and as she grew older decided that she really enjoyed making people happy by repairing things. The only problem was she hated plumbing. It was dirty, bad smelling, disgusting, and rough work... Fortunately, she grew up in the early age of computers and as the industry grew so did her knowledge. She majored in computer science and graduated with a minor in business management. The two items she needed to start her own freelance company, "PC Pauli."

Lavatories

With her Dad retired and Nora in college, Pauline was still living at home to help make ends meet. Pauly had been forced to retire after a serious injury. He had been working in the basement of a shop owner on some overhead pipes when the support structure collapsed and buried him under a pile of wood and metal. He suffered a broken leg and serious shoulder injury that prevented him from wrenching pipes. There was a lawsuit and a settlement, so he was at least receiving an income, but despite the settlement including surgery for his arm, it was never right again.

Nora was studying to be a nurse. The accident had given her the push to go into the medical field, if for no other reason than to help her father. She had a part time job and several scholarships, but even that did not quite cover her education expenses. Pauline used her income to supplement Nora's schooling which left Pauly's settlement for day to day operations. The family was doing fine, but not as well as they could.

Pauline had just started her company and did not have very many dedicated clients yet. In fact despite all the other obligations, Nora was acting as her secretary as well. Thankfully they could afford a simple cell phone plan and write it off as a business expense.

*bzzzt* *bzzzt* *bzzzt* The cell on Pauline's hip was vibrating loudly.

"PC Pauli, how can I help?"

"Hey Sis, its Nora. You're still at the Hendersen job, right?"

"Unfortunately, yeah. This virus is stubborn..."

"Any idea when you will get it fixed?"

"Could be five minutes, could be another hour. I ran a scan and it got most of it, I am doing some manual clean-up while I run a second one."

"Alright, I have a simple one for you just around the corner; do you think you can squeeze it in?"

"I'll check to see if I can cut out and come back, give me the info and I will call you back if there is an issue."

Pauline wrote down the client's address and phone number, before she attempted to locate Mrs. Hendersen who was in the kitchen. "Sorry, do you mind if I cut out for a quick job? It will be off your clock, so it will really benefit you cost wise."

Mrs. Hendersen replied, "How long will you be?"

"Well it sounds like a hardware issue, which is usually completely dead or simple user error. I estimate twenty minutes with travel time, so I will knock off a full hour on cost. Your machine is just running a scan; it'll do its own thing until I get back."

"Alright, see you soon." Mrs. Hendersen declared.

Pauline hopped into her Dad's re-branded van and pulled out a map before leaving. After getting lost once and driving past the house twice, no exterior address, she arrived and knocked on the door. A lady answered and after some niceties, Pauline was shown to the issue. The computer was in a bedroom that clearly belonged to a teen boy. There were piles of clothes everywhere some of which strewn across a guitar and amp in one corner, next to it was a small TV with a console and VCR connected to it and a stack of games and VHS tapes. The walls had various posters of video game characters, the scantily clad females mostly, as well as some comic girls, and a horror movie poster. Near the PC were three page from old magazines taped to the wall vertically. The first was ad for the Apple IIe, the next ad was for a Commodore 64, and the last was an article about Eniac featuring a schematic of the circuit for the picture.

The issue was with connecting a printer, which meant that it was actually driver and compatibility issues. The lady left and allowed Pauline to get to work. She booted in and connected the printer first to see what she was working with, it saw that it was there but there was no communication between the two devices. She dug into her bag to find her CD wallet. A few minutes passed in relative calm, Pauline heard the front door open and someone come in. There was a muffled conversation followed by some excited conversation, before door swung open and a young man entered the room.

"Sorry my mom bothered you man, I told her I'd fix~" He trailed off at this point after seeing it was a lady.

"It's no trouble at all, I'm Pauline." She extended her hand as she spoke.

"I- I- I-"

"You... have a lovely room."

His face flushed crimson and his jaw hung slack, "......." Pauline looked him over. He was average height, skinny but not scrawny, wire-rimmed glasses, and a button down shirt. The scene stood frozen with Pauline's hand extended and poor boy's dumbfounded look.

Pauline broke the silence, "Okay, well I'm on the clock..."

"KEITH!"

She chuckled as she replied, "Well Keith, I could use some assistance if you can answer some questions." The two worked on the issue, Keith clearly still uneasy. However together they were able to get the printer functioning. Pauline looked at her watch to check how long it had been and realized she could use a break before heading back to the Hendersen job.

"Alright, well let me just go collect my fee and I'll be out of your hair. Also which way is the bathroom?"

"Whic- Wa- WAIT!" Keith once again turned bright red, "You... YOU CAN GO HERE!"

She smiled slyly; apparently this one knew the rules. "Much obliged, but do you mind if we close the door? Keith could not scramble fast enough to get it shut. "There's a lot of 'stuff' in here, is there anywhere you'd prefer?" Pauline inquired. Keith robotically came back to the middle of the room and with a single swift motion lifted and chucked a large pile of clothes over his bed. She stepped into place as Keith stood in front of her. Pauline popped the button on her jeans and slowly clicked down the zipper, she watched the boy's eyes swell with each tooth. She hooked her thumbs in her waistbands and bent slowly to push them over her hips to her knees. She stood up completely before she spread her legs to squat giving Keith a good view of her bush.

She had shaved for many years, when she hit puberty she thought her hair looked disorganized and unsightly. The first chance she got she stole Pauly's straight razor and took them all off. Unfortunately, they just grew back and she was not going to use her Father's face razor on her privates regularly. She eventually ended up with a standard bush which bugged her consistently. Once Pauline finally started to shave her legs, she had the freedom she wanted. Nora and she showered together to conserve water when the idea struck her one evening. The new Legend of Zelda game was in production and it was her favorite series. Her middle name was Zelda, named for her Great-Grandma, so she felt an extra kinship to the series. After shaving her legs she started on her project.

"What are you doing?" Nora gave her a strange look.

"I want to try a shape, give me a hand please?"

"What shape?"

"I want to do a Triforce."

"Oh, that's so cool! It will be easier if you do it inverted."

"I'm good with that; it'll look right when I look down then." After some playing the two were happy with the results and that was her standard look from then on.

If Keith's eyes were any wider they would have dropped from his skull. There in front of him was a woman, naked from waist to knees, her slit clearly visible because all the hair left above it was shaped like the symbol on a power button, at this point his pants were about to pop too. He leaned to one side, clearly having lost his balance; he staggered and just barely made it to the bed where he tried to stay conscious. Unconcerned with his mental state, Pauline continued. She purposefully turned slightly to face the bed and squatted there. As soon as she was down she let go.

True to her standard, an acrobatic arc burst forth into view. As Pauline got older, her muscles more defined, she could now produce a determined, prolonged flow. From her position on the floor, roughly a yard from the bed, she brought her arch to bear down directly next to the far side of the boy's right shoe. This was too much for poor Keith to handle. He reached his hands to cover his bulging pants, but as soon as he touched it, his whole body convulsed, his eyes lolled in their sockets, and he collapsed on the bed out cold. Pauline smiled; she could not help but feel glad about giving the kid a thrill. However, now that he was out... she was going to have some fun.

Honestly, Pauline got into the service industry for a sigular reason. After years of peeing in people's houses, it gave her a thrill. She loved the looks she got from husbands and even wives. After years of practice, Nora and she had taught themselves finite control over their release. Pauline tensed her muscles to cease her flow; she then stood and adjusted her pants so she could walk. She made her way to the guitar in the corner. A nice looking Gibson electric, she admired the style while she lowered her pants to mid-thigh this time. She told her muscles to relax again and with an extra push, was able to hit the pearl dot on the fifth fret. Pauline let her fluid roll down the neck for a few seconds before swinging right to soak the amp with a quick rain. She adjusted her right foot back and turned further again, her stream splattered across the top of the game console before connecting with her new target, the media stacks. They were all discs in cases, so no real worry, if they had been cartridges she might have thought twice... maybe. The videos were getting drenched regardless, cardboard sleeves and all.

Ceasing again she moved to another part of the room, not much by the closet but she sprayed the clothes there all the same. She finally decided with not much left, to give Keith one more thrill for when he woke up, these were about to be his favorite pants. Standing directly in front of the passed out boy, she let the last of her store go onto the crotch. It was just enough to show the start of a new hard on behind his zipper. Turning around, she sat on the young man's left thigh and wiped herself dry. Pauline collected her bag and her compensation before returning to the Hendersen place. She made sure to get a bottle of water from the mini fridge in the van too.

OK, so a precursor here... I'd intended to give you'll a 1st look at this, but the forum was down.

However, I do still have a gift for you exclusively... A character that's free to use. Do whatever you want with her and if you'll want a bio, let me know. In the story below, her name is Brooklynne.

ENJOY!!

Home early...

It was Saturday. Gwen wanted to play all day in Susan's apartment, but she had errands to run. She went over and fed the fish before heading out. New shoes were first on the list. Gwen was not a typical girl when it came to shoes, she owned four pair total. She had a pair for work, a pair for general wear, a pair of sandals for summer, and the fourth was her purple bear slippers.

She did enjoy shopping for shoes and there were several places she was going to visit. The first place was a bust, the second was the same, at the third she found a nice pair that she picked up, the fourth was a bust again, and the fifth netted her another pair making her hunt complete.

Gwen loved shoe shopping for a couple of reasons; Short skirts, no panties, and attendants that would do anything for her once they found that out. The fact that she had to visit five different places was an absolutely coup. The carwash was next. Again good service hinged on her giving a "good tip." Groceries were the last stop, but a bathroom break was in order first.

She parked her car and headed for the building, instead of heading inside Gwen walked the length of the building and ducked around back. Looking around cautiously for any delivery truck or employees on break she made her way to the service door. Taking her position right under the camera she squatted and gave a good show.

The large sunglasses she wore assured that she could not be identified; they were only kept around for this business anyway before being stuffed into the bottom of her purse. She liked going for the camera, it was the privacy of no one around and the arousal of knowing that the security crew would be replaying it for the next few days.

Shopping done, Gwen decided to pick up some food on the way home and treated herself to a drive-thru burger, fries, and large soda. She returned home and stored her wares before sitting down with her food and a book. She munched with one hand and held the book in the other, her reading glasses perched carefully on her nose.

Hours passed and she glanced at the time. The mail had been by so she decided to break. She left her glasses on and went to get her own mail. Task completed, she acquired Susan's key and went to collect that mail as well. Inside the apartment, Gwen put the mail on the pile before turning to leave.

On her way back through the living room she could hear the fish tank filters burbling in the quiet room. Apparently with the filters running nonstop the water tended to evaporate from the tank. Susan had mentioned something about before she left and said that a few glasses of tap water would fix the issue.

Back in the kitchen, Gwen hunted for a glass while the tap ran in the background to warm slightly. The sound was making it hard to search... the soda had made its way through her system. A sudden thought rushed through her mind; could she dare? Opening another cupboard displayed a full array of cups, but she was not looking at that anymore. The tap in the kitchen was off again and Gwen was standing in the living room staring at the tank.

She would need a chair. That was the only way it would work, the tank was at least 20 gallons and stood 4 feet high. A chair was lifted and taken to the side of the tank. Gwen climbed up and removed the lid from the tank. She lifted her skirt and bowing her knees leaned forward. The configuration made it harder than expected; either that or the butterflies of anxiety had finally caught up to her. This was far and above the naughtiest thing she had ever dreamed of doing.

Gwen took some deep breathes and closed her eyes... Oh, how that gushing sound helped! Creeping one eye open, she saw her water pouring into the tank. The fish would swim near it, then dart away quickly. Gwen laughed out loud and did her best to chase a yellow one with her stream.

The front door swung open. Gwen was paralyzed, there stood Susan! "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! I didn't know you wore glasses? ARE YOU PEEING ON MY FISH!?!?"

Gwen cut her flow and hopped off the chair, "Oh GOD, PLEEEEAAASSSSE don't be mad!"

Susan did not know what to feel, shock was the only emotion she could recognize. Anger, logic, and curiosity... All three were fighting it out for control of her brain. She stared blankly as Gwen pleaded with her. Susan crossed the room and plopped on the couch, still staring without seeing.

Gwen rushed to get her luggage and close the door. As she moved about the room she inquired, "I didn't think you were getting home till tomorrow?"

This question finally broke Susan and she answered immediately as if nothing was awry.

"I was, but decided to come back early to relax at home tomorrow."

"Oh, well that makes sense."

"But then that means I would have never known you peed in my tank."

Gwen sank. She knew there was no getting around it. She decided to come clean and moving the chair away from the tank sat down facing Susan. Every detail was laid out; Susan went back into shock. Once Gwen finished, she sat looking at Susan.

Susan stared again at her fish, she was not really watching them, her vision was blurred. She sat and processed all that had been said. The more it churned in her brain... the less upset she got. There was a clear line of confusion, if that made any sense it would have helped. Her eyes finally focused and then she turned to see Gwen.

With lightening speed, Susan was off the couch and had closed the distance between them. She was now locked in a passionate kiss with Gwen. Gwen's eyes were as wide as they could go, but she quickly reacted and returned the affection. Susan broke away, breathing heavily she darted her eyes over Gwen's features and then dove back into a new kiss.

Gwen made a gamble and reached to caress a breast. As contact was made, Susan broke away again. "Oh no, I'm still mad at you." Gwen's face instantly showed panic. "It was a LOOONG flight and the cab ride too. I want you on the floor." Susan pointed to enforce her point. Gwen placed her hand on the floor and fell lightly onto the cold hardwood. She unbuttoned her top exposing her bra. Susan was in the process of stripping her jeans and panties off. As soon as all fabric was cleared she commanded, "Open your mouth."

Her mouth now open, Gwen waited for Susan again. Susan reached down and adjusted Gwen's glasses to cover her eyes properly. Taking her newly discovered stance, Susan unleashed her bladder. Her need was evident, Gwen's mouth was overflowing in seconds and Susan moved quickly to aim directly at the girl's lenses. Gwen blinked a few time and deciding that there was no danger, watched the cascade on the other side of her glasses.

Gwen instinctively drank what landed in her mouth. She was not going to tell Susan that this was no punishment for her and savored every second. The shower had subsided and Gwen headed right for the source with her tongue. Not long after the two women were loudly enjoying each other�s bodies.

Huddled in the afterglow of multiple climaxes, Susan explained about the strange events of the trip. She could not pinpoint where the change had been made, but suddenly she no longer had the thought that this was wrong. They cleaned up and had one more go around in the shower together. Gwen offered to help clean anything that Susan might want sanitized. Susan accepted her offer and suggested that tomorrow would be a good day for that.

"Would you mind if I invite a friend?" Gwen requested as she was leaving.

Susan easily replied, "Sure, not a problem."

"Oh, thanks. Her name is Abby. I think you two will get along real well."

End

Back at the ranch...

Gwen sped home after work. Her bladder was already completely filled. She parked quickly and rushed up the steps to Susan's apartment. Fighting with the door key she hopped from foot to foot. The door finally yielded and Gwen entered the living room. Everything was dropped on the floor, keys, shoes, belt, pants, even panties. There was a trail of items from the front door to Susan's bedroom. Barely across the threshold, Gwen released. Still standing just inside the door her flow fell straight down hitting the carpet with force exceeding gravity alone. Gwen searched as she struggled to close her opening.

The room did not offer as much as expected, it was time to be creative! A decretive pillow was quickly snatched off the bed. The zipper for the case opened and held waiting below her. Gwen relaxed and soaked the pillow and case soundly. She halted and placed the soggy pillow back on the bed. She could take it slower now.

She wandered the room and found the items she had mentally noted the day before. Her next targets would take skill. Several perfume bottles littered the vanity top. She selected several, mostly the ones that noted, "Eau de Toilette," after all toilet was in the name... The openings on these bottles were very small; she would have to be careful. Gwen prepped several by removing the lids and lining them up together.

Taking one in each hand she tried to just trickle into them; unfortunately if it was enough, it was too much. Her spray would shower down and hit the dresser and outsides of the bottles missing the opening. Putting the bottles back down, she stared in thought for a moment. The idea was just like a light coming on! Gwen opened the long top drawer and shifting the contents inside, she lined the bottles up next to each other.

They were now low enough for her to stand over, plus if she missed now the drawer's items would get wet, it was double the fun. She still did her best to aim for the openings and after being satisfied, left her stream to douse the drawer for a few unhindered seconds. She retrieved the bottles and got the mixture of the scents from them as she placed them back on the vanity. Curiosity struck her as she went to close the drawer; she reached in and drew out an item. It was apparently Susan's bras, the blue bra still dripped as Gwen read the size... 34D; a cup size bigger than her.

Playing with the perfume wasted more than anticipated. Gwen guessed she had a quarter left. She moved to hit her other targets. She lay down on the floor and placed her legs in the air against the bed. Moving the decretive skirt that matched the pillow, Gwen began her toilet again. Her pee shot under the bed and could barely be heard as it bounced off of whatever was there.

Gwen loved this position. She had discovered how well it worked when at a sleepover years before. She awoke with the need to go, but she could not remember where her friend had said the bathroom was located. Beyond that, the floor was littered with the other girls who were sleeping too. She had been at the foot of the girl�s bed and after some slow moving was able to get herself in a 90 degree angle, just laying on her right side with her butt again the bed. Gwen had lifted the bed skirt and slid down her pajama pants, no panties because it was more comfortable for sleeping. She peed for all she had, when finished she just fixed her pants and drifted back to sleep. From her position she could just lightly smell her deception and it made her smile.

Back in reality, Gwen had nearly forgotten she had one other spot! She got up quickly and hopped over the bed. There on the floor, was a stuffed monkey. It was immediately nuzzled into her bush and she rubbed it back it forth so the fur teased her opening. A few small forced squirts and she was done. She dried herself with one of the monkey's ears and headed back to the living room.

She dressed as she went, reversing the trial of articles. Reaching out, Gwen got the mail from the box as her stomach growled loudly. The mail went on the same pile before

Gwen left to fix dinner in her own apartment.

Night visit.....

Gwen was sleeping soundly. She WAS sleeping, now she was awake. Her need to pee had disrupted her. She blinkingly opened an eye and glanced at the clock, 3:02AM. She rolled over and tried to ignore it, tossing this way and that throwing around her covers. Just as she would drift off again, her eyes would open. Continuing to fight she rolled onto her stomach; with her face buried in her pillow she thought she finally beat it. Gwen shifted her leg and the ache returned... no good. With one eye she looked again at the clock, 3:13AM. Even though it felt like forever, it had barely been ten minutes.

She chucked her pillow across the room as she threw off the covers and sat up on the edge of the bed. Gwen loathed having to get up to use the bathroom; sometimes she wished she could just wet the bed. The aftermath was never as appealing as the accommodation. The idea struck her, if she had to use the bathroom, it did not have to be her own! Crossing the room, she stepped into her slippers and headed for the kitchen. Susan's key was there on the counter; she scooped it up with her own and headed for the door.

Gwen cautiously cracked her door and peeped outside. The landing was empty, not that she was expecting anyone, but better to play it safe. She closed her door behind her and the chill of the night became a factor. Her attire was not proper for being outside. Normally she wore a very sheer, transparent teddy and no panties; this was best for her because she usually got very warm while sleeping. Gwen had several of them in various colors and rotated through them almost year round. However in early September in the 3 o'clock hour of the morning it was cold.

She tip-toed down to Susan's door and did her best to quietly get inside. Once in, she shivered; it seemed partly from the cold and partly from her need. Heading down the short hall she found the bathroom, it was exactly across from the single bedroom she had been in early that day. Gwen clambered onto the sink leaving her slippers below. With some effort on the little area she managed a squat. She looked forward at her reflection in the mirror. Squatting was not a very flattering position... despite that; she agreed that her body looked pretty good even with the lack of exercise.

Her nipples could be seen clearly through the fabric and were still stiff from the trip over. The teddy that barely covered her butt when standing was bunching around her waist, leaving her completely exposed below. Even when it hung properly she was always visible... the material did not leave anything to the imagination. On her reflection she saw her tortured tattoo.

It was interesting to see in reflection. As she studied it, the trigger in her flipped as expected and she began to pee. The golden flow could just be seen in the low light.

Gwen loved the sound it made as it trickled down the drain. Her legs were starting to cramp at her knees. She leaned forward and rolled her pelvis back; the arc left the basin and crossed the small top area before falling behind her on the foot shaped floor mat and tile below. This lasted for a few seconds before she realized that her slippers were probably awash with her piss too.

She ceased with no effort and turning, climbed off the sink. Sure enough, her poor purple bear feet were drenched. "Shoot. Going to be a squishy walk back," she muttered. She knew there was nothing else to be done and set her sights back on fun. Gwen closed the seat on the toilet and removed the knick-knacks from the tank top. She put the tank lid on the floor and with one leg on the seat she jockeyed into position. Her stream shot forward and began mixing with the tank water. This had been one of her dreams, she thought about trying it with her own stool, but the thrill never seemed the same. The tank water was just barely changing tint when Gwen decided that she should move on to her last destination. She replaced everything as she had found it and grabbed the trash bin. It was placed on the still closed seat and she straddled it and the toilet together before she released again.

Discarded tissues and other things absorbed the fluid as it pattered down amongst them. The flow dropped and was gone only seconds later. Gwen shook a little to drip dry and then washed her hands. She picked up her slippers and carried them to the door before putting them on her feet. Leaving the apartment, she locked the door and tip-toed back to her door. Each step she took made a squelching noise and she could feel the warmth of her urine on each toe. Back inside her own living room, she kicked off the slippers again. Gwen made a dash for her bed; under the covers she was warm and asleep again in minutes.

Surprise!...

Susan had the option to stay another day before returning home. It was customary for her company to spring for a weekend stay over for the first trip. It was a kind of, "Thank You." However, Susan did not want to stay any longer. She wanted to get home and relax in familiar surrounding before heading back to work.

She had gone out on Friday evening after finishing at the distribution facility. It was a celebration for her first trip being her first success. While bar-hopping, she got tangled up in a group that kept her out till very late. A good time was had by all, but it made for an odd situation.

They had been at the same club for some time, three women, two guys, and Susan. One of the girls had been chatting with her at the bar before she was invited to join the rest of the crew. Various members of the group would disappear and reappear with drinks, always providing one for Susan as well.

Around 1:45AM, one of the guys said his goodbyes and pleasantries before staggering off for the door and leaving for the night. The drinking continued and conversation was light because of the loud music. After another two hours the remaining folks headed for the door as well. Susan was invited to come along and dizzily made her way out with them.

Now on the street they were talking loudly and causing a general ruckus as they stumbled down the sidewalk to some yet unknown destination. Less than a block down, one of the girls drug another into an alley. As Susan watched, it was obvious this was a bathroom for them. The three girls squatted together and the guy stood watching intently.

Susan was drunker than she usually cared to be... but she needed to pee too. She lifted her skirt and dropped her panties. With one hand on the wall as balance, she braced herself and began peeing over the brick wall in front of her. Her head was swimming, but Susan knew the feeling and the sound. The guy made some comment about her still being standing. In her inebriated state all she could hear was her relief. As she finished with a few erratic bursts; she asked, "Anyone have a tissue?"

The reply she received was, "I've got you covered."

The normal sense of relaxation that Susan usually felt after emptying her bladder was now making her light-headed because of the alcohol. In her dazed state she felt something brush her clit. Two or three more times, then a sudden realization sobered her for a moment. She glanced down to confirm her suspicion... there was one of the girls, with her head between her thighs. The strange sensation had been her tongue!

Susan startled back, her skirt still lifted and red lace panties just below her knees.

"Mmmmm, you still taste sweet. How old did you say you were?"

"I didn't. I don't want you to get the wrong idea..." Susan quickly answered before she was cut off.

"Gina. My name is Gina."

Looking just past Gina as she began to stand, Susan saw the guy busy relieving himself on the other two girls. They had both taking down their tops and were lapping at his cock as it streamed over their faces and breasts. Gina spoke again interrupting Susan's gaze, "You see I don't really go for 'ALL THAT.' Curt doesn't have anything I want. You however... I could eat and drink you AAAALLLLL NIGHT."

Gina came forward quickly and knew exactly what she wanted. One hand went between Susan's legs and started massaging lightly, the other hand was at Susan's breast and was squeezing and lifting in time with the other hand's motion, and Gina's tongue was in her mouth swirling round her own tongue; the tongue ring providing extra stimuli that was unfamiliar to Susan.

She had a boyfriend... Well, "had" was the proper term. Susan broke up with him about two months before she moved. There had been nothing since then, but she knew this was not what she wanted. Susan broke away from Gina, "No, I'm not a lesbian."

"Neither am I. I just only have sex with women." Gina curtly remarked.

Susan put her clothes back in order as they argued. "I'm sorry if I made you think~ I've got an early flight... I'm just going to go." Susan turned and dashed out of the alley and down the sidewalk. As she rounded the corner of the next building she saw a cab and quickly flagged it down. Climbing into the cab, she could just hear Gina yelling at her, "Run on home, LITTLE MARY!!"

Safely on the way back to the hotel, Susan dozed off. She awoke to the sound of the cabby opening the door, "We-e's heer Layde." Susan paid the ridiculous fair and took the stairs to her room. Susan stripped naked and packed her suitcase before she headed for the shower.

The water rained over her, calming her nerves and clearing her head. Once she was finally comfortable she did her normal routine. With loofah in hand and lathered, Susan cleaned herself. The loofah felt comforting and as it brushed her clit felt warm. It was soft and rough; Susan's core tingled every time it went past.

She had not masturbated in years, but she was now. The arousal was uncontrollable; she was almost at orgasm before she even touched her breasts. In her brain it felt like suns exploded... Susan kept going. One more, she needed one more; after three she was still repeating the same mantra.

As reality stopped swirling around her after number five, exhaustion set in. She yawned widely and shook her head. Turning off the water she climbed out and began drying herself. The towel was making it hard to resist one more, but she dressed in her pajamas and after she brushed her teeth, collapsed into bed and was instantly asleep.

Gwen lived in an apartment downtown. She had a good job in the accounting department of a big company and loved what she did. The tenants in her building were very friendly and everyone did their best to welcome new inhabitants. Recently the apartment two down from Gwen had been vacated and this week a new person was taking it.

It was a Wednesday afternoon when she arrived. The whole building did their best to assist Susan in getting settled. The Powrighte brothers and the Smithen's teenage boys helped unload the furniture and boxes. Old lady Myrtle made her dinner that night,

Susan was grateful for all the hospitality.

Gwen wished that she could have been there to assist, but it was not until the Weekend that she was able to introduce herself. The two went out for dinner and movie and quickly became good friends. Amongst the conversation at dinner, Susan had brought up why she moved and her past before.

She explained, "I just got appointed to a new position. I am now a regional stock inventory request qualifier. It's a fancy title that just means I verify if multiple reorders are valid... but I get to travel. Before I got promoted, I was a dean of sales up North."

Gwen shared her story too, "In my case I have always lived around here. I grew up on the East side and when my parents moved out of state I was old enough to make a go on my own. I have been working in accounting since I got out of college."

After dinner that night, they stayed in frequent contact and it was well known around the building that they were friends. After a month, Susan was called to take a trip for work and naturally asked if Gwen would keep an eye on her apartment. "I would need you to feed my fish and collect my mail." Gwen was happy to agree, she was actually quite anxious about it. She had been hoping that Susan would ask; it was going to be her chance to be naughty.

The day came and Gwen saw Susan off at the airport before returning home... just not her own. Gwen collected the mail from the box and took it in the apartment; to everyone else it looked completely normal. After she was in, with door locked and shades pulled, did the real fun begin. Susan was going to be away for three days that meant she had 72 hours to be wet and wild.

There was no reason to rush, so Gwen just cased the apartment. Wandering from room to room noting decor; she was fairly familiar with the areas, but she wanted to have a good plan in mind. She could not contain her anticipation, she had to do one... just one spot.

Gwen scanned for something simple, something she would have skipped otherwise. Having finally decided the rug was best for now, she stripped off her pants and flower dotted panties. The hardwood floor was colder than expected in stocking feet, but nothing to worry about. Gwen kneeled and spread her legs; she flipped over a section of the oval rug, rested her hands on her thighs, and waited. She stared at the tattoo above her bush.

It was a tortured heart, the right side was aflame and slowly vaporizing the rest of the heart, it always served as her catalyst. Studying the flames flipped a trigger in her brain and it was only a moment before the muscles released. The splash was the only sound and the pool quickly spread. As soon as Gwen felt the hot, liquid puddle reach her knees, she stopped. She rose and dressed before straightening the rug; the evidence disappeared underneath and was gone to the world. She returned to her own apartment and prepared for her next trip...

Meanwhile...

Susan had boarded the plane and found her seat with ease. Thankfully her company had paid for a seat upgrade and she was not crammed into coach/business class. The plane had been fairly packed but to her luck the seat next to her remained empty and the aisle seat was taken by a girl in her late teens. The pilot came on and did the normal run down; Flight was five hours, however head winds may make it up to six, arrival time was expected to be 11:15PM local time.

She settled in and decided to wait till take off before reading. Soon after they were in the air she dug out her book and was lost in its pages. Almost two hours had passed before the light made it difficult to continue. Putting the book away, she looked around the plane for a moment. It appeared that most people were sleeping already, at least the ones Susan could see from her seat. The teen had apparently drifted off at some point as well.

Susan took a minute to look her over; fairly nice body, moderate sized breasts that were well proportioned to her, a little extra baby fat on her tummy, and a cute face that would make any boy go hard. The girl shifted in her sleep and Susan quickly turned to look out the window in case she awoke. The girl settled again and Susan looked back at her for another moment. She shifted again and Susan was shocked as the teen slipped a hand down her jeans.

Her eyes were still closed... Susan glanced to double-check. She watched as the girl pumped her hand. It was clear what was happening, apparently it was a good dream. At this point Susan stared; she had to see how far it would go. The teen pumped and shifted, she breathed heavy and tensed her legs. Her body began to tighten and Susan knew what was coming... her. The girl slumped into the chair again and was motionless, her hand still in her pants up to the wrist.

Susan was surprised; no one else seemed to notice the girl's unconscious gesturing. She decided there was nothing to be said and began to thumb through the SkyMall in the seat pocket. A few minutes later the teen finally awoke. Susan watched out of the corner of her eye. The expression was evidence that the girl knew what happened. Susan watched as her face went white then deep red. She quickly adjusted herself and scanned around nervously. Despite herself, Susan spoke to assure her, "I don't think anyone else noticed."

She looked at Susan and went white again. She fidgeted with her belt and quickly shuffled down the aisle to the restroom. About ten minutes passed before she returned. Her composure had returned but after she sat down she still seemed agitated. Not a minute passed before she spoke to Susan, "I'm sooo SORRY. I didn't embarrass you or make you uncomfortable, did I?"

"No, it's alright. Just calm yourself, there is nothing to worry about." Susan reassured.

The teen's demeanor finally settled. The flight staff served drinks and everything was normal again. Susan had finished her drink and checked the time... still almost two hours before arrival. She usually tried to avoid airplane bathrooms; she sat and tried to focus on other things. The more she tried to distract herself the harder it became to focus. Thirty minutes, that was all the time that had passed and Susan's only thought was her bladder. She lasted five more minutes and then conceded.

Undoing her belt she excused herself past the teen girl and made her way down to the toilet. Susan could see the pile up of people when she stood; she just hoped they were not all waiting. She was partly correct... two of them were standing to let others out, making the line four long. Figuring that it would be okay, she stood waiting. Two people out, then three done, there was only one more in front of her. They entered and Susan perked up; she was next, it was going to be close.

Eight minutes, it had been eight minutes. Susan's bladder hurt, she tried her best not to look pained... It was difficult. Ten more minutes... almost twenty now... and finally the door budged. Susan waddled around and into the stall, shut the door, locked it, and then it hit her. Her eyes burned and watered, it was foetid and she peered into the stool. Thankfully it was empty, but that did not help the smell. There was no way she was sitting there, she would pass out. She was already doubling from the ache and there was no way she would make it to another toilet in the plane without wetting herself.

She eyed the tiny sink. It would have to do. She stripped her pants and undies in a single motion and was able to hook herself over the corner of the basin. Her bladder released on impulse. The heavy flow hissed loudly and rushed fast enough that it swirled around the whole sink before getting to the drain. Susan continued her relief, the bowl was beginning to fill with the golden fluid and showed no signs of completion. Concerned about overflowing and making a mess, she quickly adjusted her feet and twisted left. Susan's stream blasted across the wall and seat before shakily continuing into real toilet.

Susan had never peed standing, she always assumed it was impossible. She was impressed, it did not take any effort... her stream fell right where she expected, this was a revelation! She looked over at the sink and noticed it had started to ebb properly. Her bathroom break almost at an end Susan wanted to do one more thing. Just before she started to dribble, she turned left again. Her flow struck the carpeted wall and soaked in immediately. She quickly grabbed some paper and stuck it between her legs to get the last of the drips so she did not get any on her panties below. Washing her hands she hoped no one else was still waiting. She slowly opened the door and returned to her seat.

The flight landed an hour later and everyone disembarked.

Tomorrow...

Unfortunately it was only Friday. This meant that Gwen had to go to work; thankfully she still had to feed the fish in the morning. Rising early, she skipped her normal toilet. She did her normal routine before heading to Susan's. Gwen was full, she had drunk plenty of water last night and her breakfast just added more.

She slunk in and took care of the fish. The kitchen was the destination next; Gwen left her garments on the couch and when she entered the small kitchen was ready for fun. Fridge, sink, toaster, microwave, dishwasher... the choices went on and on. Start simple, the sink was obvious; she scrambled on to the counter and rested her fanny at the edge before she stretched her legs over placing her feet on the far side. Gwen split her legs just enough to see her slit. A quick glance at the flames... the rush was wonderful.

Gwen could not remember when her hobby started; she only knew that after the first time she never looked back. Her own apartment was arrayed for her convenience; she was seldom more than a step away from a vase, bowl, bottle, basin, cup, or other receptacle suitable for filling with fluid. That was the reason she loved having a different apartment to herself...

The sound of her rain hitting the metal filled the apartment; Gwen knew it was her first piss of the day, the heavy scent confirmed it as well as the wild spray. Not wanting to waste it, she closed her muscles and looked around. A small herb garden on the window sill behind the sink was next. It was set in the sink and watered furiously.

Gwen halted again and climbed off the counter. A few steps and she opened the stove. A little extra effort assured that she hit the back of the unit and coated the heating coil in the bottom. She moved again, this time a cabinet opened revealing an ironing board and cleaning supplies. She grabbed a bottle and unscrewed the lid, then another, and another... finally she saw the iron with a funnel next to it. The water chamber was opened and with funnel in place got filled with Gwen's piss.

Putting everything back in order, Gwen heard a clock chime. She was almost out of time; she was almost done too. One last place, it had to be special; she crossed to the fridge and opened the door. It was perfect, there on the shelf, a carton of orange juice. She grabbed it; barely any left. The mouth was opened and held in place right below her muff, it fit in place like it was designed that way. The remaining trickle flowed inside mixing with the juice. It was closed and put back on the shelf. Gwen collected herself and her clothes and left for work.

Elsewhere...

Susan arrived at the facility and met the order manager, a woman in her mid-thirties named Irma. Irma gave Susan a cart tour of the distribution plaza before they adjourned to a small conference room for some fact checking. It was determined that before the order could be verified and shipped they would need to make sure that no pallets had been misplaced. They both climbed back into the golf cart and headed for the far end of the property to search the first warehouse.

It was slow work going pallet by pallet with a hand scanner confirming labels with products. The buildings were not overly large and after only a few hours they were in the third structure. It was now about 10:20AM and Susan was beginning to feel the need for a break. She finished the row and gave a shout at Irma. Susan followed the sound for the source of the reply.

Irma spoke first when they finally met, "Any luck yet?"

"No, not yet... but I guess that is the point, right?"

"Yeah, I suppose so now that you mention it." Irma nodded.

Susan sheepishly inquired, "Uh, actually I need a bathroom, which way?"

Irma's face lost expression, "There is no water to this end of the facility. No water, no bathroom, sorry. Nearest one is back by the conference room."

"Oh well shoot. That's no good." Susan did not have time to start her next sentence.

"You know, all our distribution is sorted over night, SO we are the only two here.

Ummm, if you want I can go work over there and you can finish whatever 'needs done' here." Irma motioned with her head as she spoke about "over there" and put extra emphasis on the "needs done." Susan gave a confused glance. "Just so we can keep working."

Susan finally caught her idea, "Ohhhh. Sure, that sounds like a good idea."

"Right then, I stopped here. I'll head over to the far end of aisle 11. The numbers should pick up from there." Irma explained as she scanned and checked a final pallet.

Susan made a note on her sheet and waited for Irma to vanish. As soon as she was sure Irma was gone, Susan scanned the area. Concrete floors, metal shelving, wood pallets, nothing that offered much in the way of even makeshift creature comforts. After a few more seconds of scanning she figured here was as good as anywhere. She turned to face the way she came from, that way she would not have to worry about avoiding a wet spot to continue scanning. She unbuckled her belt and then her button and zipper.

She lowered her attire together before squatting down. The cold, stark area made it hard to concentrate. Susan stared between her legs and closed her eyes, "It was just like camping. It was just like camping. It was just like camping." She had never been camping� but repeated it in her head until she felt the change in her muscles. Then it was arcing away and spreading fast on the hard ground beneath. It echoed so much that she was sure Irma could hear it.

Susan started to get bored with waiting to be done. She looked left and was right next to the SKU for a pallet. She grabbed the scanner and checked the pallet, but she was still going. If she could just stand up she could do at least two more pallets. It dawned on her; she squeezed and was just able to stop her flow. It would not last long, it never did, but she was able to straighten her legs before it gave way. Just like in the plane, with her hands free, the arch was the same and came down a few feet in front of her, impacting at the far end of the puddle.

She smiled, scanned the two SKU's and checked them off her list. Susan was so happy she shook her hips in a little dance; quite forgetting she was peeing. The stream jumped back and forth and sprayed the bottom shelf a bit. Susan did not care anymore, she was finally nearly done and just kept jiggling and swaying till she finished. She fixed her pants, scanned the remaining items, and caught up with Irma.

A little more time passed in silence before Irma spoke up. She was very frank now, "Alright, nothing for it. Sorry, my turn now."

"Ok, did you want me to give you a minute?" Susan asked politely.

"If it is all the same to you, you can stay. No big deal to me, as long as it doesn't make you uncomfortable."

Susan stammered, "Uhh well... well no... I guess it�s fine."

Irma was wearing coveralls and quickly slid her arms loose without undoing the catches. She let the coveralls fall to the floor; Irma had on normal panties in a silk pink shade, very similar to what Susan was wearing as well. She lowered them to reveal her apparently trimmed bush, before she sat down on a blank section of low shelf. Susan tried to look busy and still tried to watch.

There was no noise when Irma started. The fact is that Susan would have completely ignored Irma in the act if it were not for her forceful jet. It had started abruptly too; Susan had just looked away to check her sheet and before she glanced back, it was shooting more than half way across the aisle. A guess estimated that to be roughly 7 feet. Susan completely lost track and just observed the clear, slightly whitish flow. It splattered and bubbled at impact with the floor. The whole thing only lasted for 30 seconds, but that was enough.

Irma stood and spoke, "Oh shoot, wasn't thinking. Do I have anything on my ass?" She spun so her surprisingly well toned butt faced Susan; there was a dusty black line across it.

"Yeah, you got a black line." Susan replied.

"Damn." Irma used her hands and brushed herself off, "Did I get it?"

"Yep, at least well enough."

"Thanks." Irma replaced her panties and pulled her coveralls back up.

After finishing with that building they headed back for lunch. The afternoon went much the same, until they located an errant pallet of the requested item at quarter to five. That ended the hunting and after another short meeting, Susan left for her hotel for the night.

Back to the present...

The line was still barely moving. Sabrina had see Caitlen shiver, which was always the first warning for an impending wet event.

"Are you going to make it?" Sabrina asked.

"Sure, we'll be fine. This is just the seal break, no worries."

"How you going to do it?"

"Just follow my lead." Caitlen instructed.

The line shifted again and the girls were nearing a bend in the path. One more shift and they were in the corner. Caitlen slid into the corner and pulled Sabrina directly in front of her. She carefully slipped her shorts and frilly panties three forth down her thighs and leaned forward into Sabrina. This allowed her to squeeze her rear even further into the corner.

"Ok, we clear?" Caitlen waited for the response.

Sabrina scanned right then forward before whispering, "We are GO, GO, And GO." Caitlen gave a little push and the flow had begun. Being wedged so tightly in the corner her fast flowing stream impacted the wall and produced no noise. The force was the only concern; it was splashing back and spraying her fanny with droplets.

"You about done?"

"Almost."

"Well someone is starting to stare, and the line is about to move." Sabrina warned.

"We're Cool." Caitlen was already wrapping her arms around Sabrina's waist, that was the second all clear. The girls shuffled in line and looked back to survey the damage.

Sabrina gave praise, "Wow, quite impressive. Doesn't even look unusual."

"Yeah, I'm impressed too... Got out at least half."

"Where is the puddle?"

"Ah ha-ha! There is a floor drain on the other side of that wall."

"Very nicely done." Sabrina praised again.

The line drug along and the girls began chatting again. Sabrina was recalling about a recent party she had attended. It had been an after graduation party at someone's house and all seniors were invited to attend. Beer was on tap even though she was not drinking anything but soda.

The two bathrooms in the house had endless lines and zero privacy. As she wandered by the open door she was not too surprised to find one girl on the toilet, one in the sink, and three across the bath. What did shock her was the guy standing in front of the girl on the stool aiming his stream deftly between her legs!

She surely was not going to wait in line for that, so she began searching the house for alternatives. There were people everywhere, the backyard was packed... even the garage was being used as a second dance floor. Her urge was growing quickly.

The line for the restroom upstairs ran to the bottom of the steps. She squeezed past up the steps pretending she was looking for a friend. Once at the summit she heading in the opposite direction and was greeted with the closed doors of family bedrooms... instinct took over from there.

Trying three doors found them to be locked, the forth yielded access. She snuck into the room and concealed her entry by closing the door behind her. Sabrina surveyed the room; clearly she had found her way into the room of a teenage boy. Strewn about the room were various items, skateboard, piles of clothes, video games, a weight set, etc. The walls were plaster with images of women in various states of scantily clad clothes or partial nudity.

The pain in her bladder came back and she scanned again for the right spot to get relief. She rushed over and opened the sliding closet door, boxes packed the floor; no luck there. Turning back she decided the pile of clothes next to the bed was her best option. She hiked her short miniskirt up and removed her hip-hugger panties. She straddled the large pile and used a hand on the bed for balance.

Sabrina closed her eyes and relaxed, it would take a small bit of concentration to start. She never could get over her anxiety of going in unfamiliar places. She took a couple of small depth breaths... the signal had been sent. The patter against the t-shirts and jeans allowed her to open her eyes. In the dark she could not see her flow but knew from feeling that it was there. Shifting the curtain she let in the moonlight and watched her arch dance in the light.

She was close to being done when she felt something by her fingers on the bed... it was paper. Closing off her flow she lifted the mattress and found a stash of porn mags. Still squatting she thumbed through one or two, mostly women with big breasts and lesbians. At the very bottom of the group one caught her eye.

There was Chinese text on the cover and an Asian woman was seated on a toilet with a roll of paper in her hand. She opened to the first pages and found what she expected; it was a urine fetish magazine. Sabrina looked at this one with more intent.

Women of various ages were in a wide variety of poses. Each shoot was the same; the girl would remove a bra and panties, show a spread her opening, insert a dildo, then in the final shots would be peeing in some fashion. One of the girls was going on a tile floor; several were outside... one particular set grabbed her attention.

This one featured a young girl urinating on a skateboard. Perking her head up, Sabrina scanned the room for the board she had seen. Still holding back her remaining storehouse, Sabrina got up and changed her location to above the board. Continuing to flip through the book she finished her toilet by swaying her hips and spraying down the wheels and deck of the board.

Once empty she grabbed an errant porn mag and wiped herself on the cover soaking part of the image. Collecting the mags she placed them back under the bed and reset her panties and skirt. Before heading back to the party, she turned the lock and took one last look around the bedroom; the occupant would have no idea a beautiful girl had relieved herself on his clothes and perused his porn collection. Sabrina smiled at the thought and slid back out the door.

Back in line...

Caitlen and Sabrina final rounded the last corner to the loading area. Caitlen began counting, "1... 3... 8, by my guess we are set for the front car."

Sabrina replied, "Good that will be perfect." The line moved along and placed them in the front car as expected.

Sabrina spoke again, "Are we ready?" The coaster moved forward on its rails. Each girl was fidgeting in her seat.

"Set!" Caitlen exerted. The car stopped just outside the station preparing for the climb.

"GO!" Both girls exclaimed together. Two golden flows shot forward and splashed against the mat of the car.

Caitlen on the left had shifted her shorts and panties to the right, Sabrina on the right had shifted her shorts to the left. The arches matched like mirrors of each other, even color was the identical.

Sabrina ebbed first, three quarters the way up. Caitlen continued almost to the top before her flow subsided. The coaster ride was the same as always. Caitlen spoke as the coaster applied the air-brake approaching the station, "Wooo! I always love this coaster."

"You always say that."

"Yeah, but it's always true."

Sabrina just sighed as they pulled in and disembarked. Caitlen looked at her watch and was surprised that it was already 2:00, she suggested lunch be next. After lunch the girls wandered the merchandise stores to let their food settle before the next ride. Both girls were carrying the standard 52 Oz. free refill cups.

Wandering here and there, the girls found themselves in a clothing shop. Both found several outfits to try and they both entered the same dressing chamber. Caitlen had no intentions of actually buying anything she had brought and Sabrina knew it. They stripped out of everything but bra and panties, Caitlen piled the cloths on the floor and squatted on the built in wood chair. She shifted her red panties and released. The piss was water clear and rained down over the merchandise. Swaying, Caitlen soaked as much of the fabric as she could before her bladder emptied.

Sabrina tossed a few new items down and decided to practice her standing. She removed her blue panties and hung them on the hook next to her. Spreading her legs she adjusted her fingers on her lips and let fly. It was clear that Sabrina needed the practice, the stream sprayed in droplets mostly landing on Caitlen!

"Aaaahh, hey watch your aim!"

"Fine I will." Sabrina replied as she gave up on the clothes and shot directly at Caitlen breasts and tummy. The girls laughed and once Sabrina was spent Caitlen picked up a sweatshirt and toweled off. They dressed and placed the drenched clothes on the hook and hastily left the shop.

The girls got refills on their drinks and rode some other coasters. They decided that it was warm enough that a log flume ride would be the perfect way to cool off. They both got soaked and of course drenched the car themselves.

"Guess you shouldn't have worn a white shirt... I can see your bra."

"What is your excuse then, I can see you have a red one on." Sabrina retorted.

"We should go take them off and just leave the white shirts on."

"Ha-ha, yeah let’s do that."

They headed to the restroom for the only time all day and wasted no time getting in and out. The cool dampness was refreshing on their skin and in no time the chill made Caitlen's nipples stand up.

It was getting late, the park always closed at 6:00PM this late in the year, and Sabrina suggested they had time for one more ride before they headed home. Caitlen was studying the map.

"I got it! Follow me."

Sabrina acquiesced, "Alright, since you know... Take the lead."

"It will be perfect."

Around they went, toward the front of the park they finally arrived. The line was vacant and showed no signs of changing. The two navigated the serpentine aisles and ducked under some of the chains. They loaded immediately and the ride took off. The cart pushed through some doors and the two were greeted with the story of Cinderella. The ride effects were simple, mostly posed mannequins with outfits and some taxidermy looking animals around.

"I always hated this st-Ory." Caitlen wriggled beneath the security bar. Sabrina knew that was the shiver again... Caitlen managed to snake free and hopped out of the cart. She walked along for a second then darted around the next bend. As the cart came around Sabrina saw Caitlen altering the mannequins.

It was the scene where the step-sisters had wrecked Cinderella's dress; Caitlen had pulled the damaged dress down to expose the breasts on Cinderella figure, which actually had full nipples. Caitlen then lifted the skirt of the two step-sisters and made it appear that they were presenting themselves to be serviced as an insult.

"There that makes this better." Caitlen walked next to the cart again for a few scenes. She ruffled the red carpets, dropped the pants on all the men at the ball including the prince, and filled the glass slipper with end of her soda. "Alright I need your help for the last part, hurry!"

Sabrina was able to lie across the seat and press herself under the bar and hopped out near Caitlen. They quickly ran to the last scene of the ride. They stripped the outfit off of Cinderella and replaced the shoe with the mop bucket.

"It's missing something..." Caitlen declared.

"Better hurry, our cart should be coming in just a second."

"Shoot, it will have to do."

They sat back down in the cart as it passed and slid back under the bar. Just before the wall opened Caitlen asked, "Do you trust me?" Sabrina replied, "Sure I guess." Caitlen grabbed Sabrina; one hand under her shirt on her breast and the other on the back of the head to draw her in and kiss her. Suddenly they were back at the loading platform. The male attendant stared wide-eyed... Caitlen broke the kiss and sheepishly asked, "One more time around?"

The attendant mumbled and nodded, but did not reset the security bar leaving it in the upright position. Once in the doors again, Sabrina broke free of Caitlen and they both climbed out.

"Why do I ever agree when you say that?"

Caitlen said mockingly, "Because you do and seldom regret it. Come on, I know what we need to do." Sabrina just smiled as she rushed around the corners to catch-up. Caitlen was already busy soaking every mannequin with her golden jet. Sabrina took up the cause and started on a dry one. They moved from scene to scene spraying everything they could. Once they were satisfied, they took turns squirting bursts into each passing car until their cart came around.

They jumped back in and reappeared at the loading area. The attendant's spirits seemed to drop when he saw them sitting quietly in the car. As they disembarked Sabrina spoke, "Thanks again, honey." She grabbed Caitlen's shirt and flashed her tits to the attendant, he nearly tripped over backwards. The girls left the park and headed for the car.

"Nice touch flashing the guy." Caitlen remarked.

"Yeah, I had to get you back for the kiss."

"We should make out more often to get stuff."

Sabrina smirked, "It WAS kinda nice and the reaction was priceless."

"Boys can be sooo easy sometimes...."

End

We'll see how it goes from there...

This is the 1st story I wrote in this genre, so be kind. It's several years old now and can be found elsewhere, so not big that I'm posting it here again. Let me know what you'll think and I may post my others. :)

The amusement park was nothing special, big enough to draw visitors from nearby states in the summer months, but never overly crowded even during the busy season. Living in the same town meant that you bought a yearly pass deal and could visit almost anytime.

Sabrina had just turned 14 and her present was a new cell phone. Her parent felt she was growing up enough to have one and were trying to entrust her to handle situations on her own. Her Mother had decided to drop her off at the park and secretly follow her for part of the day.

It had been rather quiet... Kelly, Sabrina's Mom, had been doing a good job of staying hidden while still keeping an eye on her young daughter. It had been almost four hours of hidden following; she had decided that one more hour would be sufficient. Surveillance meant that it had also been four hours with no bathroom break... Kelly was beginning to feel the uncomfortable pressure in her bladder. Whatever had possessed her to buy that 52 Oz. free refill drink, she regretted it completely.

Sabrina had just started into line for one of the coasters. Kelly knew this would give her a few minutes to dash off to the restroom. She checked her map to confirm the nearest ones, right by the food court. Doing her best not to be seen by her daughter and mask the painful urge in her bladder, she made a beeline for the bathroom. Her heart sank as she got closer.

A large crowd of women were gathered around the entrance, nothing too unusual, the lines were sometimes long but moved fairly smoothly. Then she saw the signs, the bathroom was blocked! Kelly decided panic was not going to help, so checking her map she scanned for next set of facilities. Her heart sank again and panic set in anyway... it would be at least a 10 min hike to the next restroom.

She began to survey her options. "Pardon, what's going on?"

"It seems that a rather large woman has passed out from unknown causes. The paramedics are on the way, but they can't move her till they get here, bathroom is off limits till who knows when." Answered a woman near her, no luck there. Kelly checked her watch, then her bladder... still holding but not for the 10 minutes it would take to get to another toilet. Beyond that, if she went that far she would lose track of her daughter. She had no choice, she needed to find relief.

She started slowly back the direction she had come from; her eyes had a different sight now. She was scanning for safety and seclusion. "No not there, maybe there... no too visible from the side. Uuuhhnnn...," she groaned with her need. She had almost made it back to the coaster when she saw salvation. On the side of a building was a stack of fiberglass boxes, making it look like a delivery entrance was down the alley between two buildings. She verified on the map it was a dead end.

She trotted as fast she could to her makeshift heaven. The excitement and anticipation were enough to make her relax a little... a little too much! She felt the warmth spread just a bit, it had only been a squirt. Any longer would have spelt trouble. She ducked behind the boxes and fumbled with the button and zipper on her jeans, her legs were set, so in a single motion her jeans and panties were at her knees and her rear hovered from her squat to the ground.

Not a moment passed; the flow was fast and golden yellow. "All that soda...," she remarked. Kelly watched as the puddle grew and trickled away. The fast flow had calmed and was now a trickle as well but she knew that it was nowhere near gone.

"'Xcuse Me?"

Kelly froze, her muscles clenched tight.

"Terrible sorry to startle you... May I join you?"

Kelly turned slowly to see a fairly athletic built British women peering around the boxes at her.

"What?" Was all she could muster for an answer.

"The trouble with the loo over there... Looks like we found the same spot. I'm dying for a slash. May I?"

"Oh. OH!! OHSURE!"

The strange woman came around and stood in front of Kelly where she was squatting. This surprised Kelly and she made to hide her muff.

Kelly had been toying with the idea of shaving to surprise her husband. She also found that the amount of hair she had was sometimes uncomfortable, often getting caught in elastic of her panties and getting yanked. She had done a very modest trim job, nothing like a swimmer or porn star. Kelly watched as the Brit fought her jeans and panties, she could not help watching... it WAS right at eye level.

As the woman squatted, Kelly got a good view... her embarrassment washed away. This woman had three times the hair she had before trimming! The stranger let out a deep sigh and the floodgate broke. Kelly swore there had to be a fire hose in that mass of hair... then it increased in volume.

"Were you done, Sis?"

Kelly broke her stare and looked at the woman directly as her face went flush.

"Sorry I-I didn't... I didn't mean to~"

"No worries, Sis. Can't say I don't watch too." She said with a smile.

Kelly relaxed and started to pee again, steady and even; her now companion gave a few small squirts and appeared to be done. She fumbled through her purse and removed a pack of tissues. Taking one she wiped twice and tossed it over her shoulder before standing and replacing her garments.

"You need one?" The Brit inquired.

"Huh? Oh, please."

"Here, keep the pack. I got more, nev'r know when you need one again."

"Thanks." Kelly replied.

The woman responded, "Well I'm goin' nick off, cheers."

"Bye."

As the woman vanished, Kelly had finally finished. She took a tissue and wiped, but held on to it to dispose of it in a can. She checked her watch and panic returned, she would lose track of Sabrina! With fastidious movement she re-appropriated her clothes and made a dash for her hiding spot. Scanning the area there was no sign of her daughter. She held her position, with a keen eye on ride's exit... Ten minutes passed with no change.

She had failed. Her emergency had cost her the mission. Kelly sat in thought, and then it struck her! If she called her daughter to check on her she could find out where she was without arousing suspicion. She dug out her phone and scrolled through the list for Sabrina's number.

"Hey Mom."

"Hi Hon, how's it going?"

"I'M FINE, stop worrying. Besides I made a new friend. I'll introduce you to her when you pick me up."

"Oh that's great, what's her name?"

"Caitlen... Oh, gotta go Mom, our food's here. Later."

"Bye."

She was at the food court... then reality came to bear on her mind. Sabrina passed right by her while she was relieving herself in the alley! If she had been seen she would not only have been busted, but how would she explain the situation... peeing in public; with a stranger none the less! Kelly felt light-headed; it was time to call it a day.

Gathering herself, she checked the map to find a route far around the food court back to the entrance. There were no further incidents and once she was safely in the car she decided she would do some shopping at the nearby mall until time to come back for Sabrina.

Next time...

The two girls met at the park quite often. About every other year the park would announce the destruction of a roller coaster in favor of building a new one. They would always advertise on TV for a month before the coaster's final close down.

"Come enjoy ONE LAST RIDE!!! FINAL DAYS!" The ads were always the same, but it was an excuse to go. Caitlen would always call and Sabrina was always ready.

"Can you believe this is where we met 4 years ago?" Caitlen inquired.

"Seem so short now, doesn't it?"

"Yeah... These lines are always wicked long before they close one."

"I know, but I guess that just means loyalty." Sabrina replied.

They continued to banter on as the line crept slowly forward. It was only mid-morning, but it was late in July and already the heat was apparent. The line moved again. "I can't wait to see-Ee what coaster they put up next." Caitlen started. Sabrina saw it, Caitlen stuttered because of a shiver. It was the tell that things were about to get wet.

Caitlen was incorrigible about "doing her business" anywhere she chose. Sabrina found this out the first day they met. They had been waiting in line for the same coaster when they got to talking; they stayed together through the line, and when it came time to enter the car they sat together. They were both seated, the bar dropped, but Caitlen would not stop fidgeting.

"Are you Ok?" Sabrina inquired.

"Sorry I really gotta go."

"Why didn't you say something we could have got out and come back?"

"Nah, it's alright. I got it." Caitlen assured as a response. The ride had just started to move and Caitlen had finally stopped moving around. Sabrina had just turned away when she heard it, a splashing sound. She scanned around and gasped when she spotted the source... Caitlen had adjusted the wide leg of her shorts and was peeing on the floor of the car.

She sat in stunned silence; Sabrina watched the arc shooting forward and pooling on the mat beneath. Just before the crest of the first hill the flow disappeared back to Caitlen's right leg hole. Finally able to focus her mind, Sabrina started to speak... too late; Whoosh!!

As the coaster applied the air-brake approaching the station, Caitlen spoke first, "Wooo! I always love this coaster."

"What were you thinking?"

"Huh?" Caitlen asked quizzically.

"You just 'went' in the coaster."

"Oh that. I do THAT a LOT. It's reeeaaallly fun."

"Seriously?" Sabrina was puzzled this time.

"Oh yeah, I've done it for years. I know tonna good places in the park. You gotta try it."

"No, I couldn't."

"Sure, we'll start you slow." Caitlen insisted.

The two made a direct path for the food court, Caitlen in front dragging Sabrina in tow. Two 52 Oz. free refills were purchased and one went to each girl. "Drink up. You'll need it for your first time." Caitlen asserted. Sabrina did not argue and gulped at her straw while following along.

Caitlen knew the way; they were headed for the Gravity Drop. The up-and-down drops always did a number on her bladder, she was sure it would work to up Sabrina's need. They got in line and between drinks Caitlen explained how she got her hobby. "I've been coming here by myself for some time now. I was almost 13 when my parents let me come alone for the first time." She sucked down a drink and continued. "Several times I've seen mothers sitting young daughters on the sinks when all the stalls were full. I was too old to try that, but I was jealous. It looked like such fun..." Another long drag from the cup, "I decided that I was going to make my own fun place."

They left the drinks and climbed on the ride. After the typically short ride, Caitlen took the lead again. Drinks in hand, they were now headed for the Children’s Zone. It was a small town with little fake houses and themed character statues. Darting through the town, they headed for a barn/garage building in the back. There was a talking car housed inside and the barn looked much like a living room for decor. "We're here." Caitlen stated.

"Right over there, if you walk under the rope and between the arm of the oversized couch and the truck you will be completely hidden from view. I used to duck back and jump out to scare my mom when I was younger. Come on." Caitlen drug Sabrina by the arm under the rope.

"Wait we can't go ba-" Sabrina did not even finish before Caitlen hushed her. The area was more open than she expected, and some errant cups and paper were the only other things around.

The floor had carpet on it. The carpet had several stains around the limited area.

"Most of these are mine, the cups too." Caitlen said with a smile. "Well let’s get ready." In a single motion Caitlen shed her shorts and frilly undies over her shoes and laid them across her right shoulder.

Directly where she was standing, near a stained spot, she squatted and leaned back using her arms for support. Sabrina stared wide-eyed and sipped at her drink unconsciously. Not even an instant passed and the gold flowed in an arch from between Caitlen's legs. Caitlen laughed and bucked her hips up and down causing the stream to change altitude and distance. Sabrina was in awe, her gaze fixed like she was burning a hole into Caitlen's tiny muff.

Sabrina moved by instinct, not will, she stepped forward and knelt close by her recent friend's leg. She peeked over the thigh and moved in close enough to smell the heavy scent, still sucking the end of the soda through the straw. The scene only lasted a few more seconds; Caitlen shook a little to scatter any last drops and plopped onto the carpet below.

"So, now you want to try?"

"Do you think I could really do that?" Sabrina asked.

"Sure, might take some practice, but it's easy. Won't know if you don't try." Sabrina removed her garment the same as Caitlen, shorts and panties resting on her left shoulder. Getting into the same position was easy, what came next was not.

"I can't go, it doesn't feel right."

"Just relax, it will come."

"Ok." Sabrina closed her eyes as she answered. Time passed, still nothing. More time and nothing but a few drips.

Caitlen spoke, "Do you trust me?"

"Sure I guess." Caitlen's hand cupped Sabrina's slit, immediately a finger was probing her opening. "Oh OH God, WH-what are yyy-yyou doooiiing?" Sabrina felt electric... she started to pant huskily and feel light-headed. "I feel it, it's-it's sooo close." Sabrina shook, her body tightened, and then she burst! Her stream shot out and splashed against the fake couch and dribbled down to soak into the carpet. It only lasted ten seconds and she was spent.

"That was great! I knew that would do the trick." Caitlen cheered.

"Wow, that WAS fun. What did you do to me though?"

"Oh, just a little massage, always loosens me up too. I'm starving and it looks like we need refills." Caitlen got up and put her panties on and then her shorts, Sabrina did the same.

They walked the path back to the food court and got in line. They had just ordered and paid when Sabrina's new phone rang.

"Hey Mom."

"Hi Hon, how's it going?"

"I'M FINE, stop worrying. Besides I made a new friend. I'll introduce you to her when you pick me up."

"Oh that's great, what's her name?"

"Caitlen... Oh, gotta go Mom, our food's here. Later."

"Bye."

Caitlen grabbed the tray as Sabrina went white. "What's wrong?"

"That was my Mom, Kelly." Sabrina answered.

"So?"

"So if she had called 10 minutes ago we would have still been peeing. How would I have explained that to her?"

"Don't be a prude, besides everything's fine." Caitlen reassured as they found a table.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. So where do we 'GO' next?" The girls giggled and ate their food.

amusement_park.txt

But since I was invited over I thought I'd say "salutations."

I exist in a myriad of pee related places and have written a few stories posted over at peesearch. I think I'll like it here too.

HOPEFULLY, this doesn't seem like a "pad your stats" post...