Broccoli

This story is loosely connected to Part 5 of a series of stories I have written under the title Jonathan's fortunate occasions. It is not necessary to know those stories. 

Contains female naughty peeing.

 

The whole job had been a stupid idea in the first place! Fiona was angry at her mother, who had suggested she would take on a job at the fair as long as it lastet. "Just one week of work with no further obligations." mom had said. And now Fiona was sitting in the hot, wooden ticket booth of this fair for five hours already, but the line of people didn't got any shorter. Fiona had light brown hair and was in her early twenties. Her eyes had the color of hazelnuts and her smile was always warm and friendly. She was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of tight, beige trousers together with some sneekers she had gotten for her birthday. Her cousin always described Fiona as a "Doctor Who Companion Type" of girl, and although she had only seen very few episodes of the show, she liked how the smart girl had helped the funny old man to fight the evil roombas. The girl in those episodes wasn't really a 'companion', she was his partner, smart and intelligent and with her own agency. She always thought of this comparison as a compliment.

 

It was already dark outside and the humming lightbulb of her workplace was driving her insane. Not to mention the mosquitoes it was attracting. And than there was that unbearable fair music, that kept repeating and repeating. She had no idea how the people who traveled with the fair and worked there every day could stand this. Luckily, most of them were very nice. They had brought her some water over several times, because Fiona didn't even had time to get something to drink - or go to the toilet. Pierre, her boss for the week, was none of those nice people. He had demanded that the ticket booth should be open all the time. The previous day Fiona had worked there together with another girl from her town and they had taken turns to leave the booth for a while. But today she was alone and hating it. The customers weren't better. One pretentious woman had discussed with her for at least five minutes over the number of tickets Fiona had given her, and in the end Fiona had given in. But that was already several hours ago, and nothing exciting had happened since then.

"Do you have an idea how long this queue is? It's outrageous!" A man said as if he thought that comment would change anything. Fiona decided to ignore it and just asked him how many marks he wanted, while she folded her legs again. She really had to find a way to pee soon.  The outraged man had gotten his tickets when Fiona heard the door open behind her. "Thank god" she thought. Someone was here to give her a break finally. 

"Hey Girl." It was the voice of Pierre, her boss, and Fiona hopes shattered a little. She turned around to see the slimy man in his mid fourties, with his gelled hair and his foul teeth. He didn't even bother to learn her name and always referred to her as "Girl". 

"I need you t' go over to the shooting wagon and check if 't's locked." The way he talked, swallowing whole letters, aligned perfectly with his appearance. He had no trace of a French accent and Fiona was sure his name was as fake as Pierre's rolex watch.

"And who will continue here?" She asked.

"I'll. But if I walk all the way to that wagon, m'back's gonna kill me." 

How she hated that guy. But at least she could go to the loo now. She grabbed her bag and went out while Pierre told her to hurry. As soon as she closed the door, she turned to the loo.

"Where the hell you think you're going?" Pierre shouted from behind.

Fiona got red while all the outrageously long queue watched her. "To the toilets." she whispered. 

But Pierre didn't bother with any discretion and shouted back at her: "Did I told you t' go to the toilet or did I gave you a job t' do?"

"I just thought I..."

"Your not payed for thinking, girl, your payed t' do what ever the hell I tell you!"

Fiona was very embarrassed and very desperate, but knew it would be fruitless to discuss so she hurried in the direction of the shooting wagon, while the whole crowd watched her. 'What a basterd' she thought. The way he treated those who only worked at the fair for a week was outrages. Those girls - and Pierre only hired girls - had to do all the work the regulars didn't want. The whole job had been a stupid idea in the first place! 

Fiona was almost jogging, her bladder was at the brink of bursting, but the toilet situation at the fair was terrible. She was sure the regulars had some hidden facilities somewhere, that the local workers like her didn't get access to. Nonetheless, her desperation would come to an end soon. She could already see the wagon. After she cheked it, she could finally go to the loo.
Fiona stepped up the two metal steps to the door at the side of the wagon and stuck the key in. To her surprise she was able to it around twice, the door hadn't been locked. So she didn't went all that way for nothing. In the same moment one of the unbearable fair music songs stopped and a new was about to begin, so that everything was comparably silent for a few moments. It was that silence that allowed Fiona to hear the sound of running water from the inside. But as soon as the music began anew, she couldn't hear anything, so she just shrugged it off and began to hurry in the direction of the toilets. But she had just gone one step down the stairs, when good reasoning overcame her. After all she should at least check on the sound. To her knowledge the wagon wasn't connected to any plumbing so there couldn't really be a running faucet inside, but if she wouldn't check she wouldn't stop thinking about this all day. Also, those 10 seconds wouldn't break her bladder after all. 

Fiona turned on her heel, unlocked the door, opened it and let her jaw drop.

In the middle of the carpeted shooting wagon, between the stuffed animals that the visitors could win and the targets they had to shoot to do so, was a girl about her age. A short, brunette girl with incredible, curly hair. Naked.

Well, not completely naked, but almost. She was wearing a crop top. But there was no sign of trousers or underwear. Or shoes and socks for that matter. Her vagina was completly exposed. Full frontal nudity. And her vagina was also the source of the sounds Fiona had heard, for there was a thick stream of urine gushing out of it. The girl was standing straight, her feet shulder wide apart and her head tilted backwards a little in relief. The yellowish stream fell to the ground in a light arch and splattered on the carpet floor, tiny droplet ricocheting back upwards on the gorgeous, smooth legs of this gorgeous girl. The still of the peeing beauty in the shabby wagon burnt into Fiona's mind. The expression on the girls face had something sensual, it was not only relief but also arousal. She expressed some sort of inner peace. 
But the image was there only a fraction of a moment, for as soon as the girl had realised Fiona's entrance all that inner peace was gone. She immediately cut off her stream, jumped back a little, crossed her legs and tried to hide her private parts with her hands like the marble statue of some Greek goddess. She was no longer at peace with anything, and her expression was now one of pure fear. She was like a deer in the bright lights of an arriving car.

Both girls starred at each other while the door closed by itself behind Fiona. The naked girl talked first.
"I - I - the toilets - the queue" she tried to explain herself. 
"What the?" Fiona asked
"I just needed to pee so bad!" the girl explained. Fiona needed to pee so bad to.
"Get out of here!" Fiona shouted. The girl moved a little, but as soon as she did another burst of pee escaped and patterer on the carpet, she froze again. It was not easy to stop in the middle of a deeperate piss, although this was not the most desperate piss she had done this day. She had misused the wagon already earlier that evening. She moved again, again starting to piss, but didn't care this time. Fiona just watched in fury. The girl just ignored the piss that sprayed the wall with the stuffed animal trophies while she got on her tiptoes to get her trousers and shoes she had placed on the top shelf.
"I'm so sorry." She said, and really ment it, while she finished her stream for good, hurrying to get dressed again and stumbled out of the wagon, leaving a wet mess behind.

Fiona was angry. Who did this girl think she was? Did she knew who had to clean up after her? Did she even consider somebody had to clean up after her? Well, Fiona was not going to be the one washing the piss out of this carpet. Of course Pierre was going to make her, but she wouldn't. What would that Doctor Who girl do, the one her cousin compared her with? Well, that strong and independent girl sure wouldn't rub the piss out of some stinking carpet for minimum wage. She would show Pierre what a basterd he was. And Fiona was gonna stick it to him too. 

Before she could reconsider Fiona dropped her beige pants and squatted in the middle of the wagon. That jackass couldn't just grant no toilet breaks and get away with it. After a moment, a thin stream emerged from her bare pussy and began pooling in the middle. She began to press hard and was pressing out alls her anger with her pee. The lake that formed was foaming. Stupid basterd. The puddle spread and soon touched her sneakers, but only on the lower part. She didn't care. After 30 Seconds it all was over, but Fiona felt so much better. It was almost ecstatic. She redressed, and felt a little remorse she hadn't done more damage. She just left a puddle in the middle of the room, near the much more messy one the other girl had left. But Fiona had never been the girl with strong pee experience. Sure, she would piss in the bushes when she was out with friends in the park or forest, but she always tried to keep everything tidy. God forbid any of her friends would go to the same spot she had peed earlier and instead of a small, tidy puddle with a white handkerchief in the middle would discover some messy piss all over the forest floor. Even while peeing in the bushes there should be modesty and etiquette. She never realised how silly those thoughts were, until now. This piss would be discovered without doubt, and it would gross somebody out. Hopefully Pierre.

The wagon was smelling bad, and after further inspection Fiona realized there were some more puddles in here. Did the girl pee in here twice? Or had others discovered the conveniently closed wagon? Fiona didn't know, and she would not find out. She walked back to the ticket booth, confident like she hadn't been ever before. She slammed the keys on the counter and Pierre looked at her. He was puzzled. 
"I'm out." She didn't need to explain anything to that guy. Fiona simply turned around and left, while Pierre was shouting at her. "Come back Girl!" But after all, 'Girl' was not her name, and she was not going to come back.

At least not for work.
 

Contains female desperation, public peeing and male peeing.

 

Oh, how she hated trains. She knew something like this would happen from the moment she had booked her ticket. Claire was sitting on one of the precious seats in the awfully full train that promised to bring her to her destination in two and a half hours, alas she was sitting there for three hours already and had barely made half of the way. It was way to warm for the long, skinny jeans she was wearing and the loose, white T-shirt she had tucked inside of her trousers did already show signs of sweat under her arms. But sweat was not the bodily funktion Claire was worried about most. She had tried to stay hydrated on that hot July day and brought a lot of water with her, but now she wished she would have drunk less of it. Claire was already crossing her legs and had opened opened one button of her belt, but knew she wouldn't make it much longer. The old women that was sitting next to her had given her a shoked look when she did that, and Claire had gotten red. She tried to distract herself by looking at her phone and playing nervously with her long blonde hair, but it wasn't working that well. Of course the train had a toilet, but Claire knew in what condition those toilets normally are, and on top of that she knew she would loose her seat as soon as she would stand up.  One young fellow in particular was staring over to her time and again, but she didn't know if he knew she had to pee so bad, or if he was just staring at her breasts. She found it annoying how so many guys always stared at her and other attractive women. They were just people after all. Sometime, when a guys state was particularly obvious she always wanted to raise her shirt  and show him her boobs directly, asking if he could see them better now. She hoped that would teach them a lesson. But she never did.

Claire changed the position of her legs, but it was only getting worse. She sighed and decided to give up. As soon as she stood up to walk to the gross train toilets the guy who was staring at her and a man in a suit hurried to get the seat. The guy lost, mainly because he enjoyed the view of Claire's backside to long. "Excuse me" Claire had to fight her way through the crowded wagon while she could feel the contents of her bladder move around inside her. It had gotten significantly worse since she stood up and Claire knew going to the toilet was the right decision, especially as the train was still not moving and was waiting for some signal somewhere in the wasteland. Claire pushed the button to open the toilet, but nothing happened. She pushed again, but the door won't open. 
"It's out of order" said a young man, roughly her age, who standing in front of her.
"Oh thanks" Claire was not happy. She pressed her legs together for a moment, than she turned around to go for the second toilet at the other end.
"You don't have to try." said the man "The other ones not working to."
Claire turned back to face him, and was mortified. She had no idea how long the train was going to wait, but she knew she definitely would not hold it until she arrived at her station. Maybe she could get of at the next one and use a toilet there?
"And that's what I left my seat for?" she said jokingly. Claire didn't want to appear to desperate in front of the stranger, he was quite tall, had dark brown hair and a hard face, but was looking kindly. 
"It's outrageous" he said. Claire nodded and than she had to move her hands between her legs. 
"Is it that bad?" he asked.
Claire wanted to shake her head, but at that moment some drops escaped and she bobbed a little up and down. She and the stranger were standing quite close to each other, but the rest of the people were looking in different directions. 
He also needed to pee desperately, and seeing the cute young woman so helpless made him angry. He wanted to help her at all costs, but had no way of doing so. Claire's situation got better after a moment and she took her hand away from her crotch, only to discover a small dark spot between her legs. Embarresd she put her hand back again. The stranger pretended he hadn't noticed. At the same moment the train began to move again, and the crowd cheered. But Claire couldn't cheere. She was squirming, changing the leg she was standing on, and using her whole body to stop her bladder. She didn't remember to have ever been this desperate. But she couldn't pee herself. She had never peed herself since she was a small child.

Ten minutes passed while she was doing her best and the man, his name was Ron, was asking small questions about her status from time to time, until she realized that her mind was not stronger than her body, and that biology had one. She could feel her hand in her croth getting damper, she bit her lip and tried everything, but she was now constantly leaking. Claire equated down in her small spot before the toilet, while Tom watched her in shok. She took her hands away and he could see how big the wet spot had become and how it was growing larger. Desperately Claire opened her belt and tried to get rid of her jeans, while she was peeinv through them. It was running down her legs but after a moment she could get the jeans to her legs and the fabric of her panties to the side. Ron stared at her, and her exposed pussy in particular. The floodgates had now fully opened and Claire was peeing full force on the sticky train floor. The puddle was foaming and growing massively. It was the strongest stream she had ever experienced, and the relief felt so good that she forgot she was pissing on the floor of a crowded train for a moment. The other people now also noticed and started to whisper in shock. Could she do this? Was she drunk? A junky? Did she just not care? Claire was mortified, but she was also having the biggest relief in her life. She only fully noticed what was happening when her stream dried up. To her surprise, the sound of a strong stream did not stop though. She looked in front of her and could see that Ron had gotten his dick out and was pissig right in front of her, aiming his stream directly to the ground. Still some splashes hit Claire's shoes and bare skin on her arms. He finished and tucked his penis away, apologizing to her, which she found a little bit amusing as she was the one who had started pissing on the train floor. Claire tried to put her wet jeans back on and started to sob, she was only able to put the wet fabric back in place with much force. Everybody was staring at her, and her sobbing turned into criying - something she had also not done since she was a child. She covered her face in her hands and just cried for what felt like hours. Only Ron's gentle voice made her stop after all, and she opened her eyes again, she could see he was offering her his jeans. He was wearing quite long boxer shorts and if she hadn't seen him with his jeans on before, she wouldn't have noticed anything odd. 
"Take them, you can't walk around like this" he said and he was right. Of course Claire didn't take them at first, but after he insisted she undressed again - it didn't made a difference now anyway - and put the jeans of the stranger on. It looked wide and baggy on her, but the look wasn't to bad, and after she had rolled up the legs a little she was much happier.
"How could I thank you?" She asked.
"First of all you could give me your phone number." Ron answered "So we can exchange the jeans again."
Before that explanation she thought he was asking for a date. 
"Exchange?" 
"I will keep them as pledge. I need some sort of guarantee I get my jeans back, after all." Ron smiled. Then his stop came, he left and Claire was alone again, next to the yellow puddle of their joined accident, that was spreading slowly.

This is part six of a series. The main character is a young man called Jonathan. You can read the previous parts here:

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

Contains female and male naughty peeing.

 

I rang the doorbell at Cece's house. It was hot outside, the summer had begun. Cece had invited some friends over for hanging around in her garden and eating pizza, because her parents were away over the weekend. When the door didn't open after a while, I feared I had gotten the wrong date or the whole invitation had been some kind of hoax. But before I could overthink anything I heard Cece's voice from the left. 
"Hey! You can come in around here." She said and showed me the way to the garden around the house. Cece was always a stunning beauty, but in the warm sunlight of that beautiful day she was even more gorgeous than usual. She was a short girl. Her lavish curly hair surrounded her smiling face and she was wearing a short, but loose blue top and a very tight grey jeans that showed her curves and her especially charming butt. She was barefoot and as she was walking in front of me I had a great look of her from behind. In the garden I was surprised that I was the first person to arrive. The garden was surrounded by a tall fence and you could only see in it from Cece's house, where she lived alone with her parents. There was a table on a porch with some chairs, while the rest of the garden was basically just a big lawn with two trees in the back end. Cece had already put a big jaw of home made lemonade on the table and now she sat down on one of the chairs. I took a different one.

"Nice garden." I said.

"Thanks. It could use some flowers, but otherwise it's great. Pretty secluded. I can sunbath topless when the weather is right and nobody can see me." I liked that idea. Cece poured me glass of lemonade. It tasted great.

"So, when are the others coming?" I asked casually.

Cece seemed irritated. "What others?" 

"I thought you had invited a bunch of people." I explained.

"No. Just the two of us."

Now I was irritated. I recalled our conversation and realized she hadn't explicitly mentioned that there would be other people. I just kind of assumed it. I had never met Cece alone and was quite surprised I was now. Also, I had no idea why she had invited me over. At first our conversation was kind a bad, but it got better over time. Cece talked about her last holidays - some time before the pandemic; we talked about the newest failures of the worst teachers; and briefly we touched on politics. Inbetween Cece went inside her house twice to fill up the lemonade jug. I was getting a little bit uneasy, needing to get rid of the lemonade I had drunken, but Cece hasn't showed anything inside the house and I was a little bit shy to ask. Suddenly the conversation turned full 180 degrees.

"You remember the night at the fair couple of weeks ago?" We were in the middle of something else so this question came right out of the blue. 

"Yeah." I said. Of course I remembered.

"You remember how we - peed in that closed wagon?" Just the thaught of it made my dick harden. I just kinda nodded. Where was this going? 

Cece stood up: "You enjoyed seeing that, didn't you?" She asked. It was an investigative tone and had nothing of the casual conversation that had been going on just seconds earlier. Of course I did enjoy it. But I couldn't say that, could I? I remembered how Cece had seen how hard I had been, but Anna had protected me, saying it was natural as they both had been naked from the waist down. This was only one half of the truth. But I couldn't say that, could I? Why did Cece ask that? I sweated heavily. Did she want a confession of my fetish? Was this the whole reason for our meeting? Had she hidden a camera to blackmail me? No, Cece wouldn't do such a thing.

Ceces tone had shifted a little, she was now begging: "Don't make this harder for me than it already is. I know you enjoyed it." There was no accusation in her words. She didn't say: "I know you enjoyed it, you pervert!" Or something like this. I remembered how I thought Cece herself had been a little bit aroused back then. I looked at her boobs now and I could clearly see her nipples poking through her bra and top. So I nodded. "Yeah, I did enjoy that." Than I realised she was pressing her thighs together. Did she needed to pee? I thought she had been on the toilet when she had gotten new lemoned.

"Would you enjoy if I did it again?" My fear turned in excitement. Without waiting for an answer Cece stepped away from the table and opened the first button of her tight grey jeans. Then she was fighting to get out of them, but they were indeed very tight and together with her nervousness it wasn't that easy. 

"Stupid jeans." I wasn't sure what was happening. Now i could see her red panties. They looked a little but moist in front. When she had  lowered her jeans to her knees, she took down her panties and got into a high squad. I was sitting in my chair, unable to move. Watching her while she purposely did this was something else. We made I contact, but nobody looked away embarrassed. Then I could hear her stream and my eyes went further down. She was spraying a thick, yellow stream on the recently mowed lawn of her garden. I couldn't believe it. She was high squatting in the middle of her garden without any cover from me. Her face showed relief and arousal. I was surprised I hadn't realised how desperate she must have been. This stunning girl had decided to hold her bladder for me and make a show out of her relief. A little bit of her stream went on her shoes. She peed for nearly a whole minute, but there was no large puddle. The ground absorbed most of it immediately. When she had finished she dressed herself again and sank down in her chair. She left the first button of her jeans open. There was no point in hiding my boner. She was also very aroused. We just sat there quietly for a minute a two. Then I said: "So you enjoy peeing, ugh?" 

"Yeah." Her voice was week.

"Bold move."

"But you liked it?" I looked down at the tent in my trousers. She looked there too. We both giggled.

"I didn't knew, Jonathan. I had my awakening - so to speak - in that fair wagon. And I when I realized how much I enjoyed it I had to do it again. I even went back to the same wagon later that evening when I said I would go to the toilets. But its most fun if someone watches." I was surprised. I couldn't imagine how she had gotten from the embarred girl who wanted me and Anna to leave her alone to pee to "it's most fun if someone watches" in a couple of weeks.

"You know, I kinda have to pee too." I said.

"I hoped so." Cece grined. Then she opened the door to the house and told me to follow her. What was her plan now? We went upstairs and she opened the door to a room that could only be hers. There was a bed, a desk, a make up table and everything else she neede. It was very tidy. I had no idea why I was here.

"I have this fantasy, you know?" Cece said.

"But if you don't want to, it's fine." 

I nodded. Then Cece opened the window.

"Would you mind peeing out here?" I got a step clother. The window was low enough so that I could pee out of it comfortably. Underneath it was the path that went from the front of the house to the garden. I've had this idea a couple of times already, but didn't want to do it in my own house out of fear for being cought. I still feared I could be seen, but I couldn't let Cece down. Especially after the show in the garden. I opened my fly and took my penis out, but suddenly Cece grabbed it from behind. Her small hands were could. 

"You don't mind, do you?" She was standing so close I could feel her breasts touching my back. Because she was significantly shorter, she looked around me rather then over my shoulder. I needed some time, but than it started flowing. My stream went forcefully out of the window and was blown away a little by the wind. I sprayed the whole path that was underneath and Cece sprayed had much fun directing my penis all around. I, too, had fun. 

"This is awesome." She whispered. The amount of lemonade I drank now paid back, I peed for 40 seconds at least. When my stream had died down we just stood there and didn't move for a moment, before Cece let my dick go and I put it away again.
"I think it's best you leave now." This came quite aprupt, but I had now idea how I thought this would be going anyway. I went downstairs alone, grabbed my stuff and walked along the path I had just sprayed. I looked up and saw her standing at the window. Smiling.  

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As soon as Jonathan was out out sight, Cece jumped in her bed and put her hand in her pants. In fact, it had already been there when she was smiling down at him. She couldn't beliefe she had done it. She had hesitate a whole week before she invited him. But in the end it did pay out. She had been so uneasy the whole time, like you are before an exam or an job interview. But this was an exam she had passed. She recalled the feeling she had when she was pissing in the garden. How lustful he had watched her. And the window thing gave her the rest. (Though she hoped she would one day find a way how she herself could pee out of that window.) It did not take much to make come. She was shivering and moaning in bed. Only afterwards she realized how rude it had been to throw Jonathan out immediately. But she did not want to wait and so her own pleasures had gotten the way if her manners. He had a long way home. Cece couldn't imagine how he made that way without touching him. Maybe she would give him a room to take care of himself the next time, she thought. But Cece had no interest in sex or anything with him. Just the peeing. She hoped he would understand. And she was happy she found somebody she could share this with. The girl had no idea what she would have done, if there had been no Jonathan to share this with. Next to her sat the small, stuffed turtle she had used in the wagon to clean herself in an act of naughtiness. She had later stolen the animal and now it stayed on her shelf. Cece smiled. It was a deep and true smile that didn't only show in her lips, or her face but the whole body. It was one of those rare truely happy moments. "Next time..." she began to think.

This is part 5, and it is a direct continuation of part 4. You can read the previous parts here:

[1] [2] [3] [4]

Contains desperation, naughty female peeing as well as male peeing.

The fair was big and buisy, it was full of laughing people who enjoined it as an escape from there monotonous lives. Also there was some drinking ongoing. We arrived with the bus: I (Jonathan), Anna, an attractive, black haired girl wearing a tight black skirt and a white blouse, whom I have helped peeing on two occasions, and her best friend Cece who was absolutely gorgeous. Her curly brown hair was the highlight of her appearance, and her extremely low cut jeans seemed like they would fully expose her if they would just go down a quarter of an inch. On the bus Cece had already said she needed to pee a little and so we went in the direction of the portable toilets. A big ferris wheel was looming over the scene. 

"Hey, let's get some tokens first." Anna stopped at a small booth and joined a queue to change her money into red paper tokens, which were used to pay on the whole fair instead of cash. I watched Cece and she clearly looked uncomfortable, but joined the queue with Anna without verbally complaining. I quite enjoined the view of her, while we were talking about what to do on the fair, she showed tiny signs of desperation. Shifting her position just a little bit to often, pressing her thighs together and often pulling up her trousers so they won't slip down unintentionally. The way they left so much of her lower belly exposed - in combination with her crob top - was fascinating, and I also realized she was getting looks from many other guys around us, though probably not because of her desperation and more because of her general attractiveness. My mind was wandering. I had always been attracted to Cece and fantasized about her pissing somewhere naughty more then once, though I never had the chance to experience anything with her. Was there any possibility this would change today? Also I hoped so, thinking rational I knew that there was basically no chance. The fair had toilettes and Cece was going to use them. No opportunity for sighting anything more then her light squirming in the queue. Bit I was going to enjoy it, as long as it would last.
The queue was going forward relatively fast, until a lady in her fourties - very likely the mother of somebody we knew - started arguing with the gal in the ticket booth, because she was sure she didn't get the right number of tickets.

"Come on lady, can't you just take what you got? One of those is worth 50 cents!" Cece whispered to us, obviously annoyed. Anna laughed. 

"You know what? You are going to change those for me, I'm going to the toilets NOW." Cece said and gave us some five dollar bills. She quickly turned around and went in the direction of the toilets. I was a little upset I wouldn't experience more of her desperation, but I had no illusions that there was no chance to see anything naughty here. 

"That's rude." Anna said, but she wasn't really upset.

"What if we had to pee too, hm?"

"Well, Anna seemed very desperate." I said. 

"Yeah. But I could use some toilets too." 
The gal in the booth gave the women one extra ticket, also she was quite sure she had done everything right. Than it was our turn and we changed our money. She was our age and had brown hair as well a cute smile, and unintentionally I thought about the way she would fulfill her need once nature would call. The line waiting to change wasn't getting any shorter and she was alone in her ticketbooth. What would she do if she had to pee? Close down the whole thing for a while? 

"Come on Jonathan, we have what we wanted." Anna said, and I followed her two steps away.

"Let's find Cece at the toilets." 

 

We had walked a few meters when the toilet's came into sight, together with a whole bunch of people. Six portable blue toilets where lined up next to each other with a huge crowd of people waiting. At least two of the toilets where out of order, and a couple of guys had decided it wasn't worth waiting and were peeing next to the toilet's in the grass. But I had no time to enjoy the lines of desperate girls, because Cece was already coming in our direction. 

"Better?" Anna asked. "Now we have too wait twice, because I have to pee too." she added in an judgmental tone.

"No, not better. These maniacs want tokens for the toilet. I waited for nothing. And they aren't even corruptible, I tried to give them five dollars."
Anna laughed.

"You must be desperate." I said.)

"Sure I am." Cece had one hand at her croth to help her ease the pain.

"Well, this is what you get when you leave your friends to follow your own needs." Anna jokingly lectured and joined the queue.

"No way I am waiting a second time." Cece said, took one of our tokens and rushed to the toilets. From our point of view from the end of the line we could see Cece talking to the toilet guards, but obviously with no success as she was coming back to us now, her walk heavily influenced by her full bladder. 

"They won't let me. It's not there fault I came without fair tokens, they say. Bastards."

"Well, it is not there fault..." Anna tried to point out, but Cece told her to shut up.

"I can't wait that long. I have to find something else." Cece said and crossed her legs as to underline her desperation.

"Okay, then let's go." Anna answered.

"You coming along?" Cece asked Anna.

"We both are. We are not separating again. Bad karma. Despite, I don't want to wait that long either." Anna explained. Though her arguments were rather thin, Cece agreed. She had obviously neither the energy nor the time to argue. I was happy Anna allower yo follow them. Did she knew how much i enjoyed our pee relatet incidents? Probably not.

While we were hurrying through the fair, past wagons with games, laughing people and lots of drinking, Cece was growing much more uncomfortable with every second that past. She was giving Anna looks that clearly stated how uneasy she was about my presence, but Anna seemed to shrug them away. We had no real destination and I'm sure Cece just thought a free toilet would appear magically in front of her and let her get the much needed relief. Suddenly she stopped, jamming her hands between her legs and squatting down a little. 

"Oh god." She exclaimed. Anna whispered with her, and it seemed like she had lost control for just a moment and had some pee escape, though not in her in panties, because I was sure she wasn't wearing any. I looked around, but there was no way she could get a discrete pee her there was no space between the wagons and everything was full of people - people who already gave her weired looks. Than I had an idea. I tucked on Anna's arm and pointed at a closed wagon that was standing on line with all the others. It was some kind of shooting game where you have to hit cans with a toy gun to win prizes you didn't need, but the window was closed and the wagon presumably empty.

"What are you suggesting?" Anna asked.

"Can't we just, you know, inside there?" I said in a low voice.

"No way!" Anna was sure about that, but Cece had apparently heard my suggestion.

"I will do anything, or else I would have to go home in wet jeans." she said, and immediately regretted saying it. That was not the tone she would normally speak to people she knew so barely like me. In quick, but not to obvious steps we went to the closed wagon and I tucked on the door. It wouldn't open at first, but apparently the door was just a little old and not locked up. When it opened, I quickly stepped inside, followed by the two girls. Although the wagon was closed, the light was still on inside. The air was musty and the wagon smelled old. It had a carpeted floor, a row of cans on the left wall and some toy guns on the other side. Then there was a chair. The whole rest of the wagon was filled with stuffed animals in any size, that were watching us and our naughty plans. Cece was now standing in the middle of the room, changing from one leg to the other and with her hands in her crotch. 

"No bucket or anything." Anna said. "It has to be the floor." 

I suppressed a smile.

"Nobody would know who did it anyway." Cece obviously agreed. "And it's also there fault. They didn't let me use the toilet, now they will face consequences."

Nothing happened.

"What are a you waiting for?" Anna asked, now also shifting from leg to leg a little.

"What are YOU waiting for?" Cece asked. 

"What do you mean?"

"You are not going to stand there and just watch me piss?" Cece said.

"Well we are not going to stand in front of a closed wagon either. Or do you want the fair people to come in and drag you out of here with your jeans around your ankles?" Anna's reasoning was flawless. I couldn't belief my fortune once again. 

Cece still wasn't completly convinced, but Anna suggested she would go first then, what Cece didn't wanted either. She looked at both of us one last time, I tried to look away from her in a weird way, but had no intention of turning around. I was not going to miss that show. Then, while she was standing in the middle of the room, she opened the button of her jeans with a sigh and it immediately fell done to her ankles. She was now completely naked. No panties, no hair, just her short, smooth legs and her clean pussy in full display, some drops of pee already visible from the small leak she had outside. The crop top was not hiding anything down there either, like a longer shirt may had. Ceces body was absolutely gorgeos. She was looking at none of us, was just staring in the void and looking defeated. Only for a brief moment Cece remained in that position before going in a high squad and without any time lost she was pissing like a racehorse. Her thick stream went behind her and hit the carpet of the wagon with a loud sound. Her stream was messy and tiny droplets were hitting the stuffed animals. I was in heaven.

"Oh my god!" She sounded so relieved. Meanwhile, Anna couldn't control herself any longer and started laughing.

"What?" Cece asked. "Why are laughing?" Cece was still peeing. It was some kind of habit of Anna's to laugh uncontrollably in awkward situations, but this time the laughing was to much for her.

"Oh god, I can't!" Anna said and quickly hiked up her skirt, going in a low squad. She put her panty  to her ankles and started pissing to, the two streams now hitting the carpet in harmony. I still watched Cece, but gave Anna some looks once in while too, while growing a huge boner inside my pants. The puddles grew larger and merged after while, they even reached my shoes, but there was nothing I could do about it in this small wagon. The air was smelling strongly like pee. Then, after almost a minute (though it felt much longer) Cece's stream stopped. She stood up straight again, her pants still on her ankles. Looking around, she suddenly had a naughty smile on her face, took a stuffed bunny from the shelf and dried up her pussy with it. Then our eyes met for a short moment before we both looked away embarrassed.

"Are you having a Boner?" Cece suddenly asked. I got red immediately. 

Anna, still peeing, answered: "You have been completely naked, Cece. That's the affect naked ladies have on men. I would be more concerned if he didn't got hard." I was still embarrassed. "By the way, you still are... naked." 

Cece seemed to have forgotten about it and immediately pulled her trousers up. I thought I could see her nipples poking threw her crop top. Was she aroused by this whole incident? 

"I cant believe you made me do this." She said, looking at the floor of the soaked wagon. My presence also seemed to bather her.

"We didn't make you do anything." Anna said, while she stopped peeing, stood up and put her slip and skirt back in position. "The only thing we did was stopping you from wetting yourself in front of everybody." Then she looked at me. "Your turn." I got even more red. Now those girls wanted me to pee in front of them. I was sure they wouldn't turn around or anything, especially after I had watched them so closely. But there was nothing I could do against it. Despite, Anna had already seen me pee twice, and the one time on the bus I'm sure she had seen everything. I got my hard penis out of my pants, but didn't see the reactions of the girls. I didn't want to see them. Nothing happened for a while.

"What are you waiting for?" Anna asked. "We're not here to look at your cock." I doubted that.
"It's not that easy with a boner." I explained and Anna giggled. Then, a strong stream emerged that split immediately in two and went farer than I had thought, hitting the stuffed animals with full force. This was nothing I had intended. Cece shrieked a little. I tried to control where it all went, but with little success. After I while I had soaked the animals in front of me, when my stream died down and I tucked my penis away again. 

"The poor soul who has to clean up that mess." Cece said.

"They will never get the smell out of this carpet." I said.

"Maybe it will teach them to bring more toilets next time." Cece said and smiled. Maybe she did enjoy it after all.

"Now for the fun part" Anna said while we left the smelling wagon which we had turned into a huge mess. I'm sure I couldn't speak for the girls, or at least not for Anna, but this was definitely the most fun it would get for me that day.

This is part of two of the story. If you want to get to know the characters, read part one first.

Contains females peeing in naughty places and Seinfeld references.

My second day in college, the day after we had partied until way to late, I didn't do anything useful at all. When I woke up around noon I had missed the campus tour. But I lost little to no thought on college matters, my mind was occupied by the events of the past evening. More then once I recalled the image Aisha squatting in the alley, her gorgeous body illuminated by the gentle moonlight. In my head I could see her crystal clear, the memory was burned in my brain like only very few memories of mine. I even caught myself trying to recreate the sensation of last night by holding my urge to pee way longer then necessary, and the feeling of relief I experienced when I finally went to the community bathroom of my dorm was joyfully. But it was nothing compared to what I had felt in the alley. I did not understand what I had felt, and I did not understand what I was still feeling for Aisha.

The whole day I tried to meet up with Aisha and Gilian again. I knocked at their door, but nobody opened, and after that I strolled over the campus hoping to meet them. Did they avoid me on purpose? I had no memory of the evening from the third club onwards, and even than I had already told Aisha that she was beautiful. Imagining what I might have said when I was even more drunk made me shudder. But I was overthinking the whole affair. Unfortunately there was nothing opposite I could do against overthinking. I just wasted the whole day doing nothing important. In the evening it started to rain very strongly, and it didn't stop until I fell asleep.

I woke up to an unbearable noise. Immediately I was wide awake. The storm was raging on much stronger than before and a look at my watch told me it was 2:00 in the morning. It was dark outside, but my window was located away from the wind and so the rain didn't hit the glass with full force. I was starting to fall asleep again when I heard a gentle knocking. Then somebody whispered my name. "Kate." In the dark I switched on the little lamp on my nightstand, but nothing happened, so I walked to the door in darkness. I was wearing just a short nightgown with nothing underneath, so I opened the door only a little. In the dark hallway, illuminated by the flashlight of a smartphone, stood Aisha and Gilian. 

"It's 2 o'clock." I said sleepy. 

"The tree has fallen over." said Aisha, but I was still confused.

"The tree outside the dorm. It was blown over by the wind and hit our window. Its raining on my bed and there is glass on the floor." Gilian explained.

"Yeah." Aisha nodded.

"Oh my god." I was truly sorry for them.

"Can we sleep in your room?" 

"Don't you think you should call campus administration?" I asked.

"Their phone is dead. Total blackout." Gillan said.

"Yeah, come in." I opened the door fully. They both came in with their blankets and pillows and made themselves a home on the carpet after I had put away the clothes from yesterday that I had carelessly deposed there. It had been the opposite of keeping my room tidy. We were able to make light with a battery charged nightlamp of Gilians. Aisha was wearing dark green shorts made out of velvet and an old band shirt with little holes. Despite wearing no bra, as it was in the middle of the night, her breasts stayed in shape and she looked sleepy but attractive. I could see her nipples poking threw the fabric of the shirt. Was I staring at her breasts? I looked up, and she looked at me, apparently confused why I was starring at her. 

"I would drape myself in velvet if it were socially acceptable." I said, referring to her cute shorts. 

"What?" Aisha looked confused.

"It's Seinfeld." Gilian explained and I knodded. She was wearing a similar white nightgown to mine, except it looked more expensive. 

We all were tired and so we tried falling asleep as soon as possible, but after a short while Gilian exclaimed: "Well, I have to pee ladies. There is no getting around it." She stood up and left the room in the direction of the dorm facilities. After a while she came back, looking unhappy. She turned on the small light, much to the dismay of Aisha.

"Iiirgh. What are you doing? I'm trying to sleep!" She was holding her hands in front of her face to shield her eyes from the light.

"Those maniacs closed the toilets." Gilian said.

"All of them?" I asked.

"Apparently the blackout does affect them too. God I can't sleep if I don't pee before."

"And what are we supposed to do?" I couldn't imagine the administration would close the toilets and give no alternative.

"Walk to the next dorm."

"Your not gonna walk through that storm." Aisha said. She had apparently recovered from the vicious attack of the lamp.

"Of course not." Gilian said, but she was looking uneasy. Her face looked much more natural without her makeup.

She was standing there for a moment, than she started to hop from one leg to the other. We watched her, not knowing what to do. I could have easily waited until morning, but now that I knew there was no way to pee, I needed to go too. I remembered the night before. The whole situation was arousing to me. First I was afraid, but my opposite doctrine demanded that I acted on these strange feelings. But there was no way how I could convince them to pee outside again, the rain was much to heavy. Suddenly a plan formed in my mind. 

"I have an idea." I said and got out of bed. Aisha also stood up and both of them watched me as I got a key out of my jacket. 

"Follow me." I said. I hoped confronting them as late as possible with my intention would make them agree. We left my room and walked over to the next door, which I opened with my spare key. Before us lay a deserted room, similar to one I lived in. It had a desk, a closet - alas an completely empty one - and a bed frame without mattress. The floor was grey carpet just at mine and in front of us lay a window, that could not open.

"You have two rooms?" Aisha asked confused.

"This one will stay empty the whole year because the window doesn't opened. Firsy they gave me the wrong key."

"And you kept it?" Aisha asked.

"Why not? They can come and get it if they want it." I explained.

"That's all very fascinating" Gilian said, but her voice sounded desperate and uneasy. She had burried one hand between her legs. "But how is this supposed to help us?" 

Fortunately Aisha understood my plan, so I didn't had to explain it. "She wants us to pee in here." Aisha didn't sound reluctant.

"On the floor?!?"

"Why not?" I said, trying to sound casual. "Better then in my room. Nobody will use this one for at least a year."

"And when they find out?" Gilian asked. I had no answer to that. But Aisha had one. She stepped into the room and closed the door behind us. Gilian still had the battery light with her. Standing two steps ahead of us, with her face away Aisha suddenly dropped her velvet pant to ground. Her firm, dark skin was illuminated by the small lamp. She stepped out of the pants on the floor and walked further into the room. It felt like she was putting on a show for us. Was she joking? Did she feel the way I did watching her? There was no denial now, I was attracted by the girl and I was very much attracted by the thing she was about to do. Almost at the opposite side of the small room Aisha turned around and exposed her front to us. She had lifted her band shirt to her belly and slowly started to squat, her green eyes fixed on us. While Gilian and I were staring at her she began to unleash her stream. It arked forward just a little bit, hitting the felt carpet with a splattering sound and forming a messy puddle. Though her stream was tidy and no drop left the flow before it hit the ground, after that it went in all directions.

"Oh my god." Gilian had got her voice back, but only for a moment. Aisha broke down in laughter, still peeing, but not aiming anymore. Her stream hit her feet, and she quickly moved it forward again. 

"You not gonna stand there and watch me the whole time, will you?" She asked. She was clearly enjoining this, but mainly as some kind of joke I believe. Aisha didn't need to ask Gilian twice.

"It's not going to make any difference now." She justified her move, walked overt to the bed frame and sat on it, her ass hovering where the mattress should be. She put her red panties down to her knees and hitched the gown up like she was sitting on a regular toilet. Then I headed her stream shooting forward, hammering against the frame frome the inside and then running down on the carpet. After a while the puddle was leaking out in front underneath the wooden frame. Aisha meanwhile finished soaking the carpet and left a considerable puddle on the ground. She stood up and looked at me. Wordless we swapped places. First I wanted to squat too, but then I thought about it and just spread my legs. I lifted my nightgown. 

"No panties. Daring." exclaimed Aisha, followed by a whistle. I got red. But instead of peeing, nothing happened. I was just standing there a little bit displaced. Gilian finished, stood up, and put her panties back on. Aisha's shorts were still laying on the ground, her pussy on full display. She didn't seem to care. Like she had said yesterday, it felt like we knew each other for years. I concentrated, but nothing happened. Both girls were watching me closely. I closed my eyes. I imagined I was standing in the shower, where I have peed countless times. I imagened water hitting my hair and my shoulders and hearing the splashing of water. In fact, I not only imagened the sound. I opened my eyes and was peeing. Legs apart and standing in the middle of a room I thought I would live in yesterday, pee was gushing out of me and hitting Aisha's puddle on the carpet. Some went done my legs, but I didn't care. It felt so great, and it felt even greater getting watched by my new friends. After 30 seconds the stream died and I left my gown drop. Aisha applauded, which made her boobs jiggle. She picked up her shorts and put them on before we went back to my room.

"I can't believe we did this." Gilian said when we were in bed.

"Desperate times need desperate measures." I said. I felt great. Weren't it for the other girls in my room, I believe I would have masturbated that night. I don't think it would have needed much work.

"Next time I'll try it standing up too." I must have been already fallen asleep at that point. Did Aisha just say 'next time'? Impossible.
 

This fictional story contains female desperation and peeing in public.

The story has quite a long introduction before anything pee related happens. If I'm going to make this into a series it would benefit from the groundwork in this paragraphs, I think. Please comment if you would like me to continue.

 

Have you watched Seinfeld? Well, I have, and I've learned many great things from the show. For example, that the second  button makes or breaks the shirt. But let's start this story at the beginning. My name is Caitlin - but you can call my Kate, if you want to. I'm 22 years and grew up in religious, conservative family with two sisters, very loving parents, but rather prude manners. During highschool I studied hard and in return got straight A's in almost all classes. I dated a very nice young man, Steven, who I think I loved and wanted to marry him some day. In line with my conservative upbringing we didn't have had sex, as we both believed we should wait until marriage. Even when I was weak one or two time, Steven stood strong and so we only kissed and cuddled. I also explored my sexuality on my own a little bit, pleasing myself in bed when my family wasn't there, but I always felt a little guilty afterwards. So at the time in left highschool I had virtually no experience. 

Probably I should describe myself, I'm 1,75 m tall, rather slimm, but not to the point that it's an obsession to be as slimm as possible like many girls these days. My breasts are size c and Steven always said I had a cute ass. My hair is light brown and long. My sisters always say I have a nice face, and they look quit attractive too, so I tend to believe them. 

So thats me and my life at the end of highschool, but it all went into peaces shortly after that. Before I left for college, Steven left me. I was heartbroken. But not only did he leave me, he left for someone new, whom he had apparently seen behind my back for some time. The Captain of his football team, Jack. So my longtime boyfriend turned out to be gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that. But I felt betrayed and also very dumb. The same week my sister Hannah had even greater news. She was pregnant. It happened on her 19th birthday party, the boy was not her boyfriend, and she intended to keep the child. My parents broke up over the issue. And if even their long lasting marriage could break into pieces so easily, was there anything that was meant to be at all? In contrast, my sister, who apparently didn't behave according to our moral codex did seemed happy with her pregnancy. So when I stepped into the car and started to drive to my new college (where I would also live), I decided to do it like George Costanza. As it was apparent that all my decisions in life had left nowhere, I was going to do the exact opposite of the things I would normally do. The summer of Caitlin could begin.

 

I arrived at my college, the sun was shining bright and the temperature was great. I took this weather as an acknowledgement to my plans and started to unpack my boxes from the car inside my dorm room. After the third box, a young black girl, about the same age as myself approached me. 
"Hi, I'm Aisha! You must be Caitlin, right?" 
I nodded. Aisha had curly dark hair, was quit small and wearing the same college-sweater as I was. She looked beautiful, and appeared to be very kind.
"Yeah, I'm Caitlin. But you can call me Kate, if you want to."
"Cool. Wanna join us on a club tour later?" Aisha asked. What would be the most sane thing to do now? Of course the campus tour would start tommorow, early in the morning, and I hadn't read the handbook that they had given me together with my keys. Also, I didn't knew anybody who was included in the 'we' Aisha mentioned, in fact I didn't even knew Aisha. Of course it would be irresponsible to go partying in this situation. So, according to my new doctrine, I agreed after a moment of hesitation.

"Great." Aisha said. "We'll meet you at the fountain, at about 5." I had no idea what fountain she was talking about, nor was I pleased with such an unprecise time.

"Cool, I'll be there." I said. Aisha helped me carry one box, showed me the door to her room - opposite of mine - and then left to accuire more new students for her night of heavy drinking. 

 

After I had brought all the boxes in I was about to unbox the stuff inside, when I realized, that that was something old-Caitlin would do. So instead I locked my room and stared wandering the college area. I got something to eat - Chicken salad, on rye, untoasted, with a cup of tea - instead of eating the sandwiches mom had made me at home. I walked around with the box for a while, before I sat down on a bench near some trees and a running track, eating my lunch. 

When I returned to the dorm, I found a letter and a key underneath my door from the administration. Apparently the room I was staying in had a window that wouldn't open so it was going to be left empty for the whole year,  and I had to change to the one next to mine. Luckily I hadn't unpacked my boxes, so I smiled and carried my stuff over to the next room. Then I wanted to return the second key, but realized that if they wanted the old key back they could come and get it. That wasn't my responsibility. Quarter past five, instead of much earlier, I casually walked out of the dorm and immediately walked into Aisha. She hadn't redressed, and neither had I. 

"Kate! That's Gilian." She pointer to a blond girl next to her. 

"Hi Gilian." I said. Gilian too was wearing a college sweater and a pair of fitting jeans. Her sneakers looked expensive. "We know each other from home." explained Gilian. "Same school." We left together. When we arrived at the fountain, there was nobody there. 

"Oh man!" Aisha was upset. "They must have left without us!" 

"Great." Gilian said sarcastically. "I told you we were late." she said, blaming Aisha.

"Yeah, Yeah. But my mom was on the phone and I couldn't just hang her up, okay? You didn't even let me go to the toilets afterwards."

"Because we were late." 

"Well, we missed them anyway."

"I really was looking forward to this." Gilian was still complaining. First I was happy they had left without us, as this whole idea was kinda stupid and I should have really read the stuff they gave me, and unboxed, and - but no, I was going to hold on to this. 

"I have a car." I said. "I can drive wherever we want to go." 

"Really?" Gilian asked.

"And you don't want to drink all night?"

I thought for a moment. "Of course I am going to drink. We leave the car there and we will find a way home." Very irresponsible. I was quit proud of myself.
During our ride in town Aisha explained she was studying art history, which Gilian found inherently stupid. She was studying medicine and wanted to become some kind of doctor. She had also broken up with her boyfriend recently. They both shared a room. (Gilian and Aisha, not the boyfriend. The boyfriend was teaching tennis in Florida). While I was driving they already started drinking from a bottle Gilian had brought.

We found a parking lot, but had to a little to the clubs. I took a zip from the alcohol.
"Would you please hurry up, Gilian?" Aisha asked. She sounded nervous.

"What's the matter?" Gilian said unimpressed. She was admiring the outfit of a mannequin in a shop window. 

"I have to pee." Aisha said energetic, but whispering the last word.

"Why haven't you peed before we left?" Gilian asked, imitating the way Aisha had whispered pee in a comic way. I giggled, remembering how Aisha said, Gilian didn't let her go before they left.

"You think that's funny, don't you?" Aisha said, and then started to walk faster in the direction of the club. Her desperation was noticeable. Luckily for her we could walk into the first club without waiting, and we all went to the toilets immediately. Occupying three cubicles next to each other I could already hear Aisha moaning and a strong stream splashing into the water, while I was still fumbling with my belt. Aisha must have been holding it for quit a while. I pulled my jeans down, sat on the cold rim of the seat and started peeing as well.

"Stop moaning, what are the people going to think?" Gilian asked.

Aisha stopped, but only to answer. "There are no other people here."

"What about Kate?" 

"Well, it feels like I have known her forever. So let my moan when I want to."

"I don't mind." I said, quit uncomfortable talking threw all those cubicles while peeing, but glad I had found friends. Suddenly I heard the sound of pee hitting the toilet seat, followed by Gilian: "Ah shit." 

"Stop pissing on the seat, what are the people going to think?" Aisha said, and I started laughing.

"Howering over this thing is not as easy as it should be, okay?" Gilian complained. "Despite it's not gonna change anything, this seat is already dirty as hell." 
Mine had been clean. Fate was favoring my new lifestyle. 

We stayed in the club for several hours, then went to a different one. We met many new faces who were also new in college. It was already midnight when I was again regretting my decision. I had to get up at six O'Clock, seven at the latest, but was still in this club. I hadn't seen the girls I came in with for a while, and now had to pee quit bad. I thought I would be going home any moment, so there was no need to join the line for the toilets, but I had thought so for at least an hour now. Suddenly Aisha and Gilian were standing next to me. 

"We are going to another club." They said.

"What?" I asked, as it was quit loud.

"WE ARE GOING TO A DIFFERENT CLUB." Aisha repeated. For a moment I hesitatet. But would going to sleep now really make a difference? Despite that, I had no way back to the dorms. 

"Okay, I'm joining." I said. I also wanted to add, that I would go pee before we leave, but they didn't here me, and so I followed on the street. The night was dark and I had rained, but at the moment the sky was clear. My bladder pressed hard against the rim of my trousers. We could here each other again, but I was much to concentrated on my bladder to follow any conversation. The urge had grown rapidly after I had left the club. Suddenly I clenched, pressed my hands in my crotch and left out a weird noise. Both girls were looking at me.

"What's the matter?" Gilian asked. She was smelling from the alcohol she had drunken.

"Nothing." I lied. Then I said: "I have to pee." Old Kaitlin would never have admitted a need to pee. 

"Why don't you say somethibg, sweetheart?" Aisha asked. "There is a secluded alley over there." She pointing on a dark street between two brick buildings with a dumpster and a fence at the end. I swallowed. This was unacceptable. The whole opposite thing had been fun, but this was going to far. I had never in my life peed in an alley, and I was not going to change this. The whole experiment had been dumb from the beginning. Another shudder overcame me, and I realized, I had no other choice. It was the alley or my jeans.

"I, um.." I stuttered.

"I wouldn't mind a wee as well." Said Aisha and quickly disappeared in the alley. 

"I'm gonna stand guard." Gilian ssid. She was looking at me expectingly, so I followed Aisha.

I was still hesitating, but when Aisha teared down her jeans in a swift motion and went into a low squad, I had no other choice than join her immediately. The alley was giving shelter towards the street, but not towards Aisha. Alas, there was no time to loose so I put down my jeans to my ankles, squatted down and awkwardly adjusted my position twice, fearing to hit my clothing or shoes. Then the stream shot out between my legs and I immediately felt a pleasure completly unknown to myself. My pee was strong and hitting the brick ground, that was already wet from the rain. I couldn't prevent myself from moaning loudly. This was not just the regular pleasure of relief, this was something else. Suddenly I heard Aisha giggling. I opened my eyes, not realising I had closed them and looked over to her. She was squating an arms length away from me and I could clearly we her trimed muff, despite the dark night. Apparently I was staring at the forceful, but precise stream she was spreading, because she jokingly said: "My eyes are up here, lady." I felt caught and immediately looked in her eyes. I hadn't noticed how beautiful her eyes were until that moment, those piercing green eyes that jumped out of her dark face. What was that feeling? Aisha's stream died and she stood up, her vagina now on level with my eyes. Her jeans were still at her ankle and I could clearly see a last drop escape her, run down the small bit of hair and than drop down and land in the middle of her blue panty. 

"You are beautiful." I said, and immediately got red. Apparently I was more drunk than I had thought, because I didn't say it on purpose. 

"Thanks." Aisha said, apparently a little amused. "You too." Then she grabbed her trousers and put them back on, walked over to Gilian.

My stream was still gushing out of me and I felt like I was in a complitely different world. How could peeing in an alley make me feel this way? When I finally finished, I kept squatting for some moments, before I had got back my countenance, redressed and joined the others. 

"Better?" Gilian asked.

I nodded. I felt so much better.

"Wait for me, yeah?" Gilain said, giving Aisha her purse. I turned around and looked at her while she went a few steps inside the alley, then dropped her jeans and got into a high squad. I could only see her bare legs, but nothing further up. A strong and messy stream left her while she peed for only a short time. It splashed onto the ground loudly, some of it even hitting the dumbster and flowing down it's blue metal wall. Then she put her jeans back on. I don't know what made me watch her so closely. Fascinating.

"You have to guard the other direction." She commented, when she saw I had watched her, but apparently she was neither offended nor ashamed. We left our three puddles in the alley and went to the next club. I have no idea how we have gotton home that night, but I know none of us joined the campus tour the following morning. 

This is part 4 of a series. You can find the other parts here: [1] [2] [3]

Contains naughty female peeing.

The main character is a boy called Jonathan who is in his last year in highschool. He is very fortunate and gets in arousing situations very often.

 

About two weaks after the last occasion I wrote about, there was a fair in our neighboring town, and Anna had asked if I wanted to go. Her best friend, Cece, was also going. While Anna was a very attractive young woman, Cece was the hottest girl in class by far and so I had no problem with us going as a group of three. 

"How was your biology project?" I asked while we were waiting for Cece at the bus stop. Anna was wearing a tight black skirt that stopped about mid thigh and had a high waistband, hold together by an ornate belt that looked expensive. A white, short-sleaved blouse was tucked into the skirt. The three top buttons were open and revieled a good part of her décolleté. When she stood in the right position I could see that she was wearing a black bra that looked quite expensive. Her dark hair was open and she had put on some make up, especially around her wonderful eyes. Although it was quite late, it was still very warm outside.

"Oh my god, don't remind me of that biology project." Anna said. Our biology teacher gave all of us the assignment to take fotos of the local flora, but had paired us up by her own choosing, so we all ended up doing it with someone we normally didn't talk to.

"So bad?" I asked laughing.

"Paul asked me out like three times during our walk and I said no every single time. He is such a jerk." She was right, Paul was one of the more unpleasant human beings, but still somehow very popular. His parents had money, which seemed to make up about 70% of his personality.

"You had to do it with Mary, don't you? Poor Jonathan."

"Ah, it wasn't that bad." I lied, I had lots of fun. Cece was still nowhere to be seen. Should I talk to Anna what happened? I always found talking about those pee incidents arousing, and couldn't stop myself.

"Have you ever seen Mary pee?" I asked. 

"What kind of stupid question is that?" Anna asked, turning directly towards me and looking partly confused and partly offended.

"I figured you might have, because this girl has no shame what so ever." I tried to explained the weird question.

"What do you mean by that?" Anna asked.

"Well she has peed right in front of me..."

"Do you talk about me the same way?" Anna wanted to know. She was genuinely unhappy and whispered "I had to pee right in front of you to, and specifically told you to keep it secret." There was no one near us, so there was no need to whisper.

"No, I haven't talked about your ... ehm ... incidents to anybody." That was the truth. "But the thing with Mary was different. She didn't care who sees her or to whom I would talk about. She just nonchalantly pissed there right on the path we walking on, without any warning."

"Oh my god, you must be kidding." Anna said and was laughing slightly. Thankfully her anger was gone. Anna continued: "She just popped into squad on the path? She is so disgusting."

"Well, she didn't exactly squad." I explained. "She was standing up."

Anna couldn't stop laughing for a moment, somehow the situation seemed to be quit funny for her. "She is so manly. How does a girl even pee standing up?"

"Well, with legs wide apart and some training, I imagine. And it helped thay she wasn't even wearing panties." I elaborated.

"No need to tell me that. She shows us her harry pussy each week when we dress up for sports." Anna explained, still amused. "Back to your question, yes I have seen that girl piss." she stopped and laugh again, before she started her story. I found the whole conversation extremely sexy, but was aware that there was nothing sexual in all of that for Anna, and so I tried to play down my feeling.
"So one day, after sports, we all were in our locker room." That girls locker room was build identical to the boys one, so I can explain to you what it looked like, details Anna didn't share that evening, because we both knew the location. The room was a small, tiled room with benches on all sides. It had four doors, one door that led to the gym, one that led outside, a small toilet room with one toilet and one sink, and a community shower that nobody used. In the evenings some adult teams practiced in the school gym, and I believe the showers had been build in for them. Anyway, back to Anna's tale. "So after sports we started redressing, and Thea" - one of the girls with long, light brown hair, large breasts and a firm butt and cute glasses, who was very sexy, but wasn't aware of her beauty, what made her even sexier. She had straight A's in all of her classes. - "Thea wanted to pee, but the door was locked. She wasn't happy about this, and as the rest of us took note, we weren't either. I had no need to pee, so I didn't care that much. While most girls were complaining but unable to do anything about it, Mary, wearing only her sports shirt and bra, no trousers, skirt or underwear, walked over to the door, tried it again, and than loudly stated it was in fact locked. 'Well, I don't know about you, girls, but I am going to piss. The school can't forbid us to pee, it's our right.' she said, or something like this. One of the girls asked 'What are you going to do Mary, walk over to the boys with that thing on display' pointing at Marys private parts 'and asking them to use their toilets?'"

"We would have humbly let her use our toilet." I interrupted the story. 

"Bet you would, dumbass. Anyway, Mary was having none of this and went into the shower room. Because she was not even closing the door we thought she was acting out some kind of dumb joke, but naturally watched her. Then, without further warning, when she was standing in the middle of the room over the drain, she parted her legs and just STARTED PISSING IN THE SHOWER." I laughed, as I knew Anna was expecting me to laugh now. "In the fucking shower, Jonathan, with no water running or anything. She stood their for nearly a minute, making those weird moaning sounds while the splattering echoed loudly from the tiled walls. It was so disgusting. Most girls turned around and went back to dressing themselves. It must have been especially hard for Thea who had to pee quite strongly, I believe. She was hopping from one leg to the other, you know, that kind of stuff. Mary even had the audacity to suggest we would do the same and piss in the fucking shower, after she had finished and then went back to her clothings to put them back on like nothing happened. The shower was full of yellow drops and her pubic her was still dripping on occasion while she was walking back to her stuff. It was so disgusting Jonathan, can you imagine that?" I could imagine the situation. 

At that moment a bus stoped in front of us and Cece stepped out. She was stunningly beautiful, her long, brown, curly hair framing her gorgeous face with tiny freckles on her white skin. While her whole body was adorable, it was really that fluffed up mass of curly brown hair that made her look extraordinary and beautiful. She wore a tight orange belly shirt that emphasized her breasts and a wide pair of jeans with such a low waistband I feared she would fully expose herself if the trousers would lower just an inch. She also wore white sneakers. When Anna had told Cece I would join them to the fair the day before, she was no fan of the idea, but it seemed like she had lost all opposition by now. 

"Hey!" she greeted and hugged Anna for a moment. "So, when does our bus arrive?"

"Five minutes" I said.

"What were you talking about before I arrived?" Cece asked. She must have seen us laughing while her bus came into view.

Anna answered: "I told Jonathan the story of Mary's piss." She was laughing a little bit again.

"Eww." Cece sad disgusted. "The one with the sink?" She asked.

"What sink?" Anna asked surprised.

"The sink she pissed in?" Cece said, apparently not understanding Anna's surprise.

"No, she peed in the shower after sports? What are you talking abiut?"

"Oh yeah, that one. There is apparently more than one pee incident Mary was involved in." Cece giggled. I really wanted to ask about the second story, but Anna talked faster.

"I'm still surprised nobody got punished for that. There was pee all over the shower. No way nobody noticed that after we left."

"She cleaned it all up." 

"No, she didn't, Mary left afterwards." Anna disagreed.

"Yeah, Mary left, but I think you left to early too."

"What do you mean?" Anna was confused. Cece looked in my direction, than back to Anna and then they exchanged some looks. It was a wordless conversation, but it seemed Cece wasn't comfortable talking to me about peeing women, but Anna assured her it was okay and she really wanted to hear the stories end, so Cece continued.

"Well, after Mary, you and most of the other girls left there were only a handful of us left in the lockerroom. I was talking to another girl about how absurd and disgusting that had been, when Thea suddenly stood up, mumbled something we couldn't understand and went in the shower. She closed the door while the rest of us went quiet and soon we coold hear a strong stream hitting the shower floor."

"No way!" Anna exclaimed.

The bus came, we went in and sat down.

"No way Thea peed in the shower!" Anna repeated.

"Yeah, she did. She had an exam right afterwards and there was apparently not enough time left to go to the real toilets, so she waited for most of the girls to leave before she went in and peed. After the stream had finished for a while I knocked on the door and went in, to discover her squatting next to the drain, fully dressed again, but slightly crying. She was totally embarrassed, but apparently she had to pee so hard that their had been no other choice. For her."

"Thea is literally the last person I can imagine peeing in the community shower." Anna said.

"Me neither." I agreed.

"I calmed her and then we took the shower heads to wash away the pee that hadn't hit the drain. Afterwards we went to the exam. It was the only B she wrote in the whole year."

"Oh my god, I genuinely didn't knew. I thought it had just been Mary." Anna said and laughed again.

In my head an image of the whole situation took form. Poor Thea must have been so desperate. While Mary had no inhibition whatsoever, Anna was embarrassed to pee in public because of what others might think of her. But Thea was different. She was embarrassed because of what she thought about herself. And yet this girl had been so desperate she chose to take a pee in the tiled rooms of the community shower while a handful of girls knew exactly what she did. I could imagine her waiting and considering over and over if it was the best thing to do, before she finally must have decided she couldn't hold any longer and rushed into the showers. I could imagine how she closed the door and immediately teared down her tight jeans to her ankles, squatting uncomfortably in the middle of the room, still seeing and probably smelling the stains Mary had left. How Thea must have envied Mary, who had no restraint and so bravely peed in there. I had never seen her naked, but the image in my head of Thea had a neatly trimmed muff and now a hot and strong stream of urine gushed out of it and onto the floor. She must have adjusted her position twice, because she was neither experienced nor comfortable peeing without a toilet. Not a girl like Thea.

"What are you daydreaming 'bout, dumbass?" Anna was starring at me and I snapped out of my imagination.

"Sorry, I just ah..." I couldn't come up with a good excuse, but the girls didn't seem to care.

"And you say that wasn't the only story with Mary?" I asked, hoping Cece would tell the other story she had mentioned earlier.

"Yeah, I would like to hear that one too." I was glad to hear Anna say that.

Cece giggled. "It was even more bizarre. During art class -"

"She peed during art class?!?" Anna was shocked and started laughing again. The art lessons took place in the basement of our school and there was a small sink in the corner to wash out paint brushes.

"Yeah!" Cece said during her laughing. 

"Let her tell the story from beginning." I insisted.

"So Ms. Green left the class for some conference and told us we had to finish our drawings while she was gone. She would come back an hour later or so. After about half an hour of silent drawing Dave suddenly said he had to pee. I don't know why said that, but Paul " - he was some kind of bully 
- " said he would give him 50 bucks if he would piss in the sink. It was a dumb joke and kinda disgusting, but the other boys joined in and soon Jason had raised 200 $."

"No way!"

"Yeah. Boys are so infertile." She looked at me. "Not you, of course. But Dave would have none of the and was annoyed by them. Suddenly Mary asked if they would give the money to anybody, and Paul laughingly agreed. I thought maybe Mary wanted to convince another poor boy, before she stood up and went over to the sink. I still believed she was joking, but she dropped her pants and said 'some privacy, guys' to which Jason responded 'We are not paying to give you privacy.', and Mary didn't seem to have a problem with that, as she hopped onto the small sink, drew her panty to the side and pissed into it for at least a minute. The whole class was going nuts."

"Oh my God." Anna was amused

"Yeah! We didn't got a full view if her, but girls at least had her seen naked often enough. And I bet some of the boys to. I don't even know if she got the money, she did it just for the attention I think. Could you imagine pissing in a sink or a drain?" 

"No way" Mary said and looked at me, insisting me to keep quiet with her eyes. I always thought she had told Cece about the time she pissed in the basement, but apparently she hadn't.

"Man, all this talk makes have to pee myself. We need to find a toilet as soon as as we arrive at the fair." Cece said a little bit jokingly.

This is the third part of a series. You can find part one here and part two here.

Contains female peeing as well as some male peeing. No wetting, holding or vandalism this time.

 

In my last year of highschool our biology teacher decided it would be a fun addition to her class to make all students pair up for a photo project of the local flora. While I didn't oppose the idea in general, I thought it was a great injustice of her to pair us up in random groups of two instead of letting us choose our partners on our own. That I was mistaken, and the random pairing brought me in some quite extraordinary situations, I did not consider at the time. Instead of teaming up with my good friend Rob, which would undoubtedly would have ended in 30 minutes of plant photography followed by several hours of star wars lore discussion, I was now paired up with a girl named Mary. 

Mary had joined our class the year before after being forced to repeat the year because her understanding of numbers and mathematics in general hadn't grown since sixth grade. Unfortunately she also wasn't very good in most other classes, because she did not care for school as much as was expected from her. As for most people who join a group that has known each other for years, Mary had a hard time finding friends and had always been an outsider. Although I can't remember having ever talked to her for more then ten minutes before this project, I didn't like her at all. She was quite a large person, not only tall but also not particularly slim. She did some kind of sport in her free time, but one that was considered a sport for men by the other girls and didn't help her popularity. Must have been soccer or something like that. The main problem most people had with Mary was her lifestyle, which could be described as some kind of alternative, close to nature way of life, eating vegan (or vegetarian at least), not wearing any make-up and owning only off-brand, second hand clothing that did show a considerable amount of skin, but was at the same time not sexy at all. I was not intrigued to work with her.

 

Mary and I met at at the border or of our hometown near the artificial lake and a small forest. I was waiting for her since ten to fifteen minutes when she suddenly arrived, riding her bicycle. Of course I had not expected her to be on time. 
"Hey Jonathan, sorry I'm late I had to.."
"Yeah, don't mind." I interrupted her. It was realy no problem, I was only living several minutes away, the weather was great and I had enjoyed sitting in the sun and waiting for her while I listened to a group of birds and scrolling through my phone. Mary was wearing a wide and loose skirt in a green-ish color that covered her knees, a grey tank top that clearly showed her blue sports bra and was originally made, I believe, for men. Her long blonde hair was a little bit unwashed and was carelessly bound into a ponytail. Over her shoulder hung an old camera that looked liked collectors would pay a fortune for it. Mary smiled at me, showing her teeth, and I stood up from my bench, taking my own cheap camera in my hand. I was wearing short trousers, a shirt and a strawhat to block the sun.

We walked through some trees on a secluded path and stopped occasionally to take a picture of a flower or a little shrubbery. 
"So, what's up?" I asked, wanting to start a conversation, but had no idea what that conversation should be about.
"Same as always." Mary said, equally uncreative. 
"How many plants do we have to get?" I asked, knowing the answer, 30.
"Thirty, I think." Mary said. Klick. She had taken a photo of a purple flower that was growing next to the path. 
"It's to small." She explained, before leaning over and giving me an exposing view of her cleavage.
"Do you know what flower this is?" I asked, as soon as she was standing upright again, because I suspected she had seen me take a look at her boobs.
"I think it's a corn flower. My boyfriend has some of those in his garden."
"You have a boyfriend?" I asked much to surprised to be polite.
"Yeah, I have a boyfriend. He's older than you." Also I was surprised, I knew she was not the kind of person to lie about things like that.
"What about you?" Mary asked, thankfully not that offended.
"Well, I, hhh, I don't".
"Don't you have that thing with Anna going?"
"What? No!" I protestet. Although Anna and I had spent some time together after she had peed next to me twice and I had seen her private parts in full detail once, we were definitely no couple. I had thought about her many times when I was I bed alone or in the shower, but there was nothing more between us.
"I just thought you were close." Mary explained.
"Well, but we do not date each other."
"Yet." Mary said, and smiled. 
"I don't know."
"Why not? I find her quite attractive." she said. Mary was rumored to be at least bisexual, but there were many rumors in school.
"Yeah, of course Anna is 'quite attractive', but I don't think we are more then friends. We don't even hang out that much." Mary didn't answer. I was walking ahead and thought, she maybe had stopped to take another picture.

I turned around and had the shock of my life. I was right, Mary had stopped walking, but not to take a picture. There she was, in the middle of the path, standing upright, one foot on a knee-high rock like Captain Morgan on the rum bottle, her skirt hold up by her hand, nonchalantly pissing right on the ground. She was only about three meters away from me, and her pee was arching at least half that distance. I was not expecting that. Not even for a moment. When I thought about our tour the days before, I may have considered she would leave into the bushes at some point of our trip. But without saying anything, without even the slightest warning Mary had stopped in the middle of our conversation to piss right on the path. She didn't had the slightest cover. I could see her untrimmed pubic hair, the spread lips of her pussy and the fact she was not wearing anything underneath that skirt. Shocked I immediately turned around and apologized, somehow thinking it was my fault, that I had now seen this absolutely shameless girl emptying her bladder right in front of me.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't knew you were..."
I could still here her strong stream splashing on the dry path, it hadn't rained since days.
"Don't worry." Mary said, still pissing right behind me. "It's only nature calling. Nothing to be so prude about."

"If you say that." I answered, still looking away from her.

"Turn around when your talking to me. You're rude." I didn't let her ask twice and turned back around. Her piss was still flying in an impressive arch and forming a huge puddle in front of her. While she was holding her skirt up with one hand, she used the other to adjust her hair and get it out of her eyes. My mouth must have hung wide open.
"What? Never seen a woman pee before?" 
"I, um" I couldn't concentrate on anything other then her peeing, while she didn't seem to concentrate on that at all.
"You are such a prude city-kid." Mary exclaimed.
"Like you have never pissed anywhere other than a toilet." On one hand she was right, I had peed outside many times. On the other hand, she was a girl.

"But you're a girl." I said a little bit helpless, still staring at her harry pussy. 

"That's sexist" Mary said while her stream slowly dwindelt down. While her pubic hair was still dripping she let her skirt fall down in front of her and continued walking like nothing happened. 

"Do you do this often?" I asked, still shocked and nodding my head towards the puddle behind us.

"Yeah. There is no reason why I should not go when I have to. It's only natural."

"What if some stranger would have come around the corner."

"Well, I think he must have waited for a moment until I finished." 

"But..."

"But what? It's not like men don't do this all the time. How many times have you pissed outside?"

"Even I have the decency to step away from the path and water a tree or something instead of pissing right on it."

"Oh shut up. What difference does it make, huh? I have always peed this way since childhood. You won't change that." Changing it was the last thing I intended, as it had been the most sexy thing I had seen for a while. But I also didn't want to stop talking about it. Mary got a water bottle out of her bag and drank a huge gulp.

"Don't you care if a stranger would have seen your ... privat parts?" I asked carefully.

She started laughing. "Private parts? What are you, a Victorian era lord? I don't have private parts, I have a pussy. And no, I don't care if a strangers sees." To demonstrate her point, she flashed me by lifting her skirt again. "Everybody has seen a pussy before, if they haven't they can use the internet and find full frontal nudity in no time."

"If you say it like that,  you are right." I said, and my mind began wandering. Was this girl just practical and didn't care, or was she turned on by public peeing. I hoped it would be the latter, but suspected the first. The picture of her pee came to my mind again.
"It was just a little surprising." I said.

"Well, the only reason you are surprised by this is that we do not hang out together. And that stupid school policy, or else I would be watering the schoolyard frequently." I would love to see the reaction of the other girls in class, especially Anna, if Mary would lift her skirt during break, exposed her harry pussy and took a huge pee on the schoolyard. Anna would certainly die from pure shame. She was very particular and tidy and each time she had peed with me she was so embarrassed. Mary would have never gotten in those situations. She would have just pissed in the bushes at the sports field and would have asked the teacher to piss on the highway when the bus stood still, not caring what she exposed to whom.

Several hours came and went until we had found most of the plants we needed. My bladder had filled considerably, but I had not dared to announce my need, fearing Mary would demand I pee right on the path like she did, and furthermore fearing somebody would see me. And what if it would be somebody I knew? Finally we had left the path and went between some bushes and trees, hoping we would find fungi. The place we were at was secluded and the plants hid us from the path many meters away. 

"I'm going to pee real quick" I said, turned around and walked to steps away from her. I took out my penis and started peeing immediately, getting my long awaited relief. I moaned softly.

"Good idea, I could take another piss too." Mary said, but instead of just relieving herself where she was like last time, she stepped right next to me, like we were two men at an urinal. I was highly uncomfortable and only barely able to avoid a huge boner. Mary lifted her skirt, but this time she couldn't place her foot on a rock or another plateau, so she stood with her legs wide apart, using her free hand to spread the lips of her pussy. 

"Have you seen Ghostbusters?" she asked as her stream shot forward next to mine. I was confused by her question. There was this girl standing right next to me, her ellbow nearly touching me, pissing while standing up and now she wanted to talk about sci-fi movies from the 80s?

"Do NOT cross the streams!" Mary shouted, and immediately afterwards tried to break that rule by moving her splashing ray of pee into mine. She clearly had much practice peeing while standing up and also directing where her pee went, but missed nonetheless. I took the opportunity to direct my own piss into hers and as both merged they continued in a huge, uncontrolled mess forward.

"Wuuu!" Mary shouted. If I wouldn't had to pee so hard I would likely have cum right then and there, instead hours later in the shower. I couldn't believe that was happening and thanked heaven I was stil able to continue peing despite my erection. 

Only moments later both our streams dwindled down. Mary let her skirt fall down again, dried her hand on the rim of it and turned around to go back to the path, while I shaked the last drops from my dick and tucked away. My brain needed some more time to comprehend what had happened, but then I joined Mary again.

We found the last missing plant without talking about what had happened, for Mary it seemed to have been not even noteworthy. When we departed at the place she had left her bike I was sad that the whole project was over so quickly, and I would most likely not see more of her in the future. While she was certainly not as atractive as Anna, the way Mary didn't even care a little bit had brought this fortunate occasion to a different level.

This is part two of Jonathan's story. You can find part one here: https://peefans.com/topic/22368-jonathans-fortunate-occasions-1/

The last occasion I had told you about - the one were Anna and I had peed in a storage room in the school basement - was not the last pee-incident I shared with her. Afrerwards we talked from time to time, but didn't became particular close friends, maybe even because it reminded her of the embarrassing situation each time she saw me. 
One day during break she came up to me while I was reading in the school's library and asked me if I could help her out, the girls toilet for maintenance was closed and she needed to pee - mainly to avoid a desperate situation like the one during sports month earlier. So I looked through the boys toilet, checked that it was empty and let her and one of her friends enter, while promising to stop any males that would want to enter. But that occasion wasn't very spectacular and I neither saw nor heard anything, and unfortunately the girls didn't show any sign's of desperation.

The story I want to tell today happened in autumn, about three or four months after our first incident. Our geology class was on a trip to a nearby lake to go hiking and watch some stones, when the bus we had rented suddenly got into a huge traffic jam and stopped moving. It wasn't that hot outside and the bus even got an air conditioner so for the first hour it wasn't that bad. There was enough room so that most of us had two seats, and I used the time to read some sci-fi novel my friend Rob had told me about.
There were about thirteen students in the bus, four of them girls and Anna among them. The other girls weren't particular friends of Anna, the galls she usualy hang out with weren't part of the geology class and so I wasn't surprised when she came over and sat next to me in one of the last rows. There weren't any other students near me, as they didn't want to disturb my reading, and, also my usual group of friends wasn't part of geology either. I had just finished another chapter and put the book down.
"Traffic Jam, huh." she said.
"Jup."
"What were you reading?" she asked, but wasn't really interested.
"Some sci-fi." I said, giving away enough information to satisfy her, but not enough to get her bored with something she didn't really wanted to know.
"So what's up?" I asked.
"Not much. They are playing some kind of game I'm not familiar with."
"Hhh." I looked up and saw the others do something with a batch of playing cards. Some where sitting in the floor.
"Have you ever been to the lake we're going to hike?" Anna asked. She was wearing a set of very tight jeans, a long sleeved shirt and a light jacked. The trousers really showed off her gorgeous legs and her cute ass. The outfit that wasn't very typical for her, but the teacher had demanded that everybody would go in practical clothing and if he would see "a single girl wearing a skirt" he would immediately cancel the whole tour untile said girl would have redressed. He took the hike much more serious than it was, in fact the tour was really a mild walk. 
"Yeah, I've been there twice I think." Anna seemed to like the answer.
"So?"
"So what?" I asked.
"What's I like? Big and touristy, or secluded and mostly nature or..."
"Well, there is a big parking lot and at that time of year there must be quite a lot of people 'hiking'. But there is no restaurant or such thing. Why the sudden interest?"
"Just making conversation" Anna said, but I'm sure she was lying.

We chatted a little bit about typical student things, teachers that weren't nice enough, homework that wasn't few enough and cantina chicken that wasn't cooked enough, before she suddenly asked: "Hey, how long do you think this will take?" She squirmed a little in her seat next to me.
Suddenly I realized. She had to pee. It was the same squirming I had witnessed on the sports field. That's why she asked how the lake looked like, she wanted to know if it had any toilets. No wonder, the bus was standing still for two hours now and we had already driven a full hour before that, and who knows how long ago she had peed the last time before she left home. 
"You need to pee, don't you?" I whispered, fearing the other students could here us, but they were focused on there card game.
"Of course I need to pee, dumbass!" Anna said, also keeping her voice down. "We are in this Bus since three hours and it has no toilet. How in the world could I not have to pee?" I had no answer.
"Maybe the driver would open the doors for you?" I suggested. 
"I'm not pissing on the middle lane of the fucking highway while the whole bus watches like a fucking lunatic!" Anna whispered and sounded a little bit angry. "I'm not joking, so stop being so absolutely unhelpful."
While I hadn't been particularly helpful, I don't think I deserved such hard words. "What do you wan't me to do?" I asked.
"Find a solution, like the last time!" Anna demanded and squirmed again. Now her despair was obvious to me, she decided there was no sense in playing it cool and she started to use her hands to help her, by pressing them between her legs.
"Well the bus has no basement, so..." I got a mad look. "Well I can't make the traffic jam disappear, can I?"
We sat quiet for a while before Anna resumed in her lamentations.
"Why has there always to be traffic jam? Can't we just get from one point to another in a reasonable amount of time in this country?" I had no choice then agreeing with her.

Suddenly Anna let out a small gasp, raised her hands, looked between her legs and immediately but her hands back in her crotch again. Then she looked to me and saw me giggling a little. "Everything alright?" I asked.
"Of course not. I peed myself. A little."
"Well, I can't see anzthing." I said truthfully. For the small moment her hands had left her crotch everything looked dry.
"But that won't stay that way." Anna stated.
"Well, you could piss in a bottle." I suggested, baring any other options.
"A bottle? Have you ever peed in bottle?"
I had. "No." I lied to her.
"Well, there is probably a reason why." A small pause. "How would one do that, logistically?" she asked. Anna was really desperate. The first and only time I had seen her this had ended with her gushing all over the drain in a storage room, and I figured she wasn't far from the point of bursting. Also I liked the idea of her loosing control next to me in the bus and peeing all over herself, the glistening liquid running down her tight jeans and pooling on the seat, before it would overflow and drain the floor, I coulcan't let this poor girl have the most embarrassing moment in her life. Her social status would never recover from hiking all day in a pee drenched jeans. 
"I don't know how one would do that logistically!" I said and it was the truth. While peeing in a bottle with a penis was a little bit challenging, for her it was a whole different kind of afair.
"Well, I have to try it! Get a bottle out of my backpack." Anna said. I couldn't believe it. The whole situation was so absurd and arousing at the same time.  While I searched her bag she continued: "I can't belief I'm even considering this. You must think I'm a total child." Anna was again in a limbo of not wanting to pee herself and not wanting anybody to see more of her then would be adequate and mostly just not wanting to be in this situation at all.
I found four small bottles in her bag, two of them empty. That explained how much she had drunk so far. I took an empty, small 0,5 litre bottle out and wanted to give it to her, but both her hands were currently occupied. "The opening is much to small, that will never work!" She was right, but I had an idea. I took out my drinking bottle that I had filled with water at home, and that had a considerably larger opening out of the backpack, that I had put on my lap to hide my errection. There was still some water in it so I gulped it down.

Anna was no fan of seeing me drinking while she was so desperate. "Are you fucking serious?" She asked and suddenly all of the other students looked over to us. We tried to take it cool, and most of them got back to their cards.
"I'm going to pee myself any moment." Anna whispered. 
"I had to empty the bottle." I explained.
"Yeah, now let's get this started." She looked for a moment, not knowing what to do. "We have to switch places." Anna said.
"What?" 
"Quick! I must take the window seat or else everybody notices."
"Well if you would have kept quiet..." But Anna was in no mood for discussion. I looked at her, waiting for her to stand up and let me out.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked urgently.
"You to stand up."
"If I stand up now we won't need any bottle." Anna explained. "Climb over me, dumbass." 
I did as she told me, carefully trying not to touch her bladder or her in general, with decent success. As soon as I was in the aisle Anna switched to the window seat. I realized students were looking again and mumbled "Sun shines in my eyes, decided to switch", which satisfied their curiosity. Anna was now sitting in the seat next to the window, her hands still burying her bluejeans between her legs. Also her face was distorted by despair and maybe even pain, but I found her astonishingly beautiful in that moment. 
"Those damn trousers" she exclaimed. "This would all be so much easier with a skirt. Only a man can come up with the idea, that trousers are better for hiking than skirts. What does this maniac belief how I should have peed even if we have gotten to the lake in time?" She had a point. 
"I'll close my eyes." I said, thinking I was the reason she hadn't stared jet.
"Don't you dare! You have to hold your bottle." My errection grew much larger.
"Ready?" Anna asked and without waiting for an answer had already torn down her trousers halfway to her knees with one hand, while using the second one to help control her bladder. I could see her red pair of painties, that looked quite nice. "Help me!" the half naked stunning beauty next to me asked, and I assisted in tearing down her jeans to her ankles. I wanted to take her panties next, but a mean look stopped me. 
"I'll do those myself." Anna said, while carefully moving to the front of her seat, so that she was now only sitting on the back of her butt. I took the bottle and placed it between her legs, which she opened a bit already. Not sure how to hold it I adjusted my position twice, starring at her stunning, naked thighs. Then, in a swift motion Anna took her red undergarment off and exposed her neatly shaved vagina to me, a guy she knew for years but had never been particularly close to. I was immediately distracted by her looks, as I hadn't seen those most private parts of a womens body very often until that point, and would have surely got an sarcastic comment from her about my eyes falling of or something, if she wouldn't have been complety occupied. With her hands she touched the lips of her pussy to minimize the mess. Only a fraction of a moment passed, before her pee gushed forward in to the bottles oppening, only a small number of drops missing. "Hold it closer!" Anna demanded quiet but urgent, but I refused. "The air needs to get out. If you seal the rim with your skin we will have a huge mess." I explained. "For sure you never peed in a bottle." She said, exposing my lie. 
The hot, light yellow urine that had tortured her for the last hour left her body fast and audible, only with pure concentration she could prevent herself from moaning. The heat of the liquid warmed my hands through the thin, transparent plasting of my bottle and for the time she peed I feld like I was in some kind of paradise, a very special and personal paradise, but paradise nonetheless.
Then I realized how dangerously fast the bottle was filling.
"Stop" I whispered, but the flow didn't stop. I was able to free my eyes from the almost hypnotically arousong stream and looked in Anna face, her eyes were closed and her mouth open, her whole face glowing of relief. 
"Stop" I said louder and Anna came back to the real world, looked puzzled for a short moment and the aprubtly endet her piss mid-stream. The last bit got onto my hand and the floor, but I didn't care. 
"The bottle is full." I said, and Anna looked in disbelief. The pain came back to her face. 
"I can't stop now Jonathan!"
"Well, you have to, because the bottle is about to overflow." I was right. My drinking bottle was filled to the rim with her golden liquid, and I put the lid on carefully.
"I have to finish." Anna said, with her pussy still on full display. "Somehow it's even worse now!" 
"You have peed 0,7 litres! How can it be worse now?"
"Well it is, dumbass!"
"What do you want me to do, poor it out of the window?" I said sarcastically. 
"Why not? Or else I have to piss on the fucking carpet." The bus windows couldn't be opened, so there was no hope in pursuing that idea. Quickly I stood up and went to the teacher, disguising the hot and wet bottle under my loose jacket.
"What are you doing?!?" I heard Anna whisper, but she had stated clearly how urgent the situation still was, so I ignored her.

"Uhm, excuse me, but I realy have to pee." I lyied to the teacher.
"Welp, you would have to wait Jonathan. The bus has no toilet."
"I know, but cant you just open the door, so I can, you know..." The teacher clearly wasn't comfortable in this situation. "The bus isn't moving at all." I said.
"Well, but make it quick, okay?" He said, and the busdriver opened the door for me. I jumped out on the highway, carefully trying not to drop the bottle of Anna's pee and went to the back part of the bus. On the left was a big cargo truck, and the driver luckily didn't seem to notice me, so I opened the bottle and began pooring it on the ground. It was empty fairly quickly, so I just stood there for another moment so nobody would raise questions. Standing there, in front of the newly formed puddle I realised this was going to be the best opportunity to get a quick relief myself for a long time, so I looked around once more, checking for other cars and then began pissing down the side of the bus. It was a difficult task as my dick was still quit hard and I couldn't stop to think about Anna, naked from the waist  downward, giving me the closest look of a peeing girl I had ever seen. Slowly I emptied my bladder, tucked my dick away and looked up for a brief moment, where I was shocked to discover the face of Anna inside the bus, looking down through the window on me and the scene of my relief. I couldn't read her faces expression completly, but besides of what she had just witnessed she wanted me to hurry up. I quickly picked up the bottle and went in again, hurrying back to my seat. Anna was still holding her thighs together in the same position I had left her and as soon as I had the bottle in place she continued her pee with a loud moan. Fortunately nobody had seemed to notice. After about thirty seconds her stream ended for the second time, but this time she was done and the bottle only half full. I screwed the lid on again while Anna quickly put her panties back on, probably to hide herself as best as possible - a silly goal, as I had clearly seen everything that could be seen down there. Some last drops joined the mark on her panties, that she left earlier when she lost control for a moment. She also wiggled herself back into her tight jeens, before starting to talk again. 

"Oh my god, I can't beliefs we did this - again. I'm so sorry, it must have been so disgusting for you."
"Don't worry." I said. I clearly hadn't opposed the whole procedure at all and would have loved to watch her like this more often, but that was no information I intended to tell her.
"Did you get a hard one down there?" The sudden twist in her voice caught me off guard.
"Well, yeah maybe a little bit..." I stuttert. 
"Because of me peeing?"
"You were naked after all and..." I wasn't sure where she was going to lead the conversation, but she wasn't either.
"Let's never talk about this again." Anna said.
"Until you do it again in a few months, you mean?" I responded jokingly, having found my wittiness again.
"Let's hope this never happens. I'm gonna buy you a new bottle."
I wasn't sure if I wanted a new one, but I also didn't want to sound like a creep, so I accepted her offer. She took the bottle with her pee in it away from me and had thrown it in the bin as soon as we arrived an hour later. We sat next to one another for the rest of the journey, and some of the boys went out on the highway for a pee while we were still standing, and as soon as we arrived the other girls realized in shock they wouldn't get toilet at the lake either, so they went pissing together - including Anna, who said to me she would have to join them or else they would wonder how she had holded her bladder for so long. Unfortunately there was no possibility to witness their group pee at all, neither the second one they did after the hike.

My name is Jonathan and I like to see girls pee. Of course this isn't the most defining aspect of my personality, but it's the most important one for you to know, before I start telling you my stories. While I wouldn't consider myself a shy man, and I'm quite extroverted in my usual all day life, those extrovertedness ends when it comes to any kind of romantic or outright sexual interactions. I have no problem talking to girls, not even talking to those I like, but I always end up becoming friends with said girls. But fate has been kind to me and I got in quite a number of pee related incidents over the years.

The first story I want to tell you takes place in my highschool. A loving and heartly place, quite different from those you see in American TV shows, with only a small number of students in each year and many kind and passionate teachers. It was in one of my last years and I must have been 18 or 19. My class was walking from the school building to the sports field some streets away and I remember it was a hot and sunny day. I was talking to Rob about some kind of star wars, but he was much more invested in the conversation then I was. He wanted to convince me into playing some old game, but he had already convinced me minutes ago, a fact he had chosen to ignore. I was wearing a pair of jeans and a t shirt, because I had chosen to forget my sports clothing at home so I could prevent participating. I'm not a fat guy and I wasn't back then, in fact I'm quite slim, but I'm lazy nonetheless and avoided sports in school as much as I could. It was a particularly good day for this excuse, as our sporting lesson for that day was an extracurricular one to get our class out if the building so another class could write some important exam in silence. Looking around I realized I wasn't the only student who wasn't wearing his sports clothing, as I had hoped. While sitting at the side of the sports field is always better then running around it, sitting at the side and having somebody to talk to is much better. The person was Anna, a girl I didn't knew that well, but she had already caught my eyes earlier that day because she was wearing a stunning dress that was quite extraordinary for a normal school day. It was a silvery-greyish color but the fabric must have been velvet or something similar. She was maybe 1,60 m tall (that's 6'3" for my fellow Americans) and had long, black hair that she had tied into a ponytail. Annas skin was tanned and she weared a little bit of make-up. Her breasts weren't huge, but she was attractive nonetheless and there was no way she was wearing a bra that day because her dress left most of her back free. 

 

After we had arrived our teacher explained what the other students were going to do today - something very exhausting and repetitived that was meant to train some vaguely defined area of their body - and a few moments later everybody was on the field, except for me and Anna. I chose to get next to her and we talked for a while. She was going on a date after school and that's why she was wearing the fancy dress, and also why she didn't want to be sweaty at the end of the day. I had now choice but to tuch the shimmering fabric of the cloth, it felt soft and cosy but looked fantastic. Anna told me most students she had talked to that day had wanted to feel the fabric, but I was one of the few who had asked before I done it. After chatting about some assignment in our English class for a while we went quite and watched the poor guys and galls who had to participate in the lesson. Naturally I stared at the more attractive galls in the class, but I wasn't so distracted that I hadn't noticed Anna starting to shift her seating position and changing her legs more often then would be usual. 

"Do you have a watch?" she suddenly asked, and I started to believe it wasn't just my fantasy that made me think she had to pee.

"Still an hour to go" I informed her.

"Hh..." was the unsatisfied noise that came from her.

"Well better an hour at the side of the sports field then having to do what they do" I repeated my wisdom and vaguely gestured at the other students that were doing sit-ups, or at least some physical excercise I believe were called sit-ups.

"I guess." was her answer.

"It's not like we have anywhere to be. After this there is still chemistry."

"Yeah. It's just, I..." She made up her mind and didn't continue the sentence.

"You?" I asked innocently, very much aware she had a certain, growing need.

"I need to pee, Jonathan, okay!"

I smiled a little.

"I can't believe I said that, it's so embarrassing."

"Nah. It's normal. No need to be embarrassed." I wanted her to talk more about her need as I found it quite arousing. I hadn't even vaguily considered I would experience more then just her talking about peeing that day.

"Oh my god." She exclaimed almost silently, pressed her legs a little bit together and placed her hands on her crotch. "I really wanted to go to the toilet before class but some idiot talked to me for hours about my dress, and when than the bell rang! I knew this dress was a mistake."

"I think it's very attractive" as much as I liked the thought of her need to pee, I didn't wanted her to feel bad.

"I you guys think it's attractive. That's the problem. You need to talk to every girl that looks a little bit hotter than usual, although you know you have no chance with her whatsoever."

I was stunned at that brutally honest statement. She realized my shock.

"Well, not 'you' you of course. Boys in general. I'm sorry, I think I'm a little bit more desperate than I thought." she started looking around, well knowing there were no toilets she could use around here. Nevertheless she asked: "Don't they have any toillets around here?"

"I don't think so. Well, you could just pee in the bushes behind the shack over there..." 

She interrupted me: "I'm going to piss in any shrubbery while the whole class watches!" I considered my suggestion more as a joke, as I had expected such an answer. Nonetheless I continued:

"Well, they wouldn't see anything."

"But they would know, dumbass! It's bad I enough I'm talking with you about this."

We sat quiet for another five minutes, before she asked me for the time again. She was really desperate, and I couldn't take my eyes from her face or her hands, which still lay in her crotch while she squirmed back and forth.

"I'm going to ask Mr. Snyder if I could go back to the  school building." Anna said while standing up, and she was already ten meters away when I decided to follow her. "All those talk about pee made me have to go myself, I'm coming with you." I said and believe to have caught some kind of dissatisfaction in her look at me.

"Mr. Snyder, I really have to go to the toilet, can I please go back?"

"Well, why haven't to peed in the break before class?" It was a typical answer, and I believe he just said out of some personal spite, not having a problem with us leaving at all.

"I wanted to. Please, Mr. Snyder." Anna was quite embarrassed.

I said: "Why shouldn't we, we having nothing to do here."

"Yeah, Yeah. Go, but come back when your done. And keep together, when the principal sees lonely students walking to the streets he might think your skipping class.

"Thanks so much!" Anna said and started walking quickly.

 

The walk back would usually take fifteen minutes, but we had already passed more then half of the way before five minutes where elapsed. When we walked passed a small grass verge with a little tree and some bushes, I swear Anna eyed them desiring but that likely just me projecting wild dreams on her. 

"I haven't had to piss this hard since ages!" She exclaimed, without loosing any of her speed. "Sorry, I'm sure you don't want to hear that, it's just that those exclaims make me feel better, at least for a moment." She was wrong. Those were exactly the things I wanted to hear from her. While I had oftened imagined myself in similar situations, they had been mostly that: imaginations. 

The building came in to view. "Thank god. I didn't remember the school to be that far away when we left it an hour ago." Then eight minutes since we departed the sports field had been just moments for me, but for her and the growing need in her bladder it must have felt like ages. When we went through the main door I felt a little disappointed, knowing this whole arousing affair would end any moment with Anna getting her much desired relief in the lady's room on the second floor, far from anywhere I would here or even see anything. It was anticlimactic. Anna slowed down a little, fearing to meet some teacher and having to explain herself and her fast steps. Anna went up the stairs and I followed her, getting another great view of her bare back and her cute ass. Having lost myself somewhat in her looks I was confused when her upward stride came to an abrupt end, she turned around and looked at me with an emotional face I couldn't quite read. It was some kind of shock, but also despair. I needed a short moment to realize. On the door to the second floor was a red sign that read: "Ongoing Exam. Access forbidden."

"Oh no" I said, successfully avoiding any trace of gladness in my voice.

Anna tried the door anyway, but it was locked. "They can't do this! They can't lock us out of the toilets!"

"Well, I guess all other classes are either at home or writing the exam, so there is no need for..." I tried to explain the schools reasoning.

"What am I supposed to do now?" She was quite loud  and I feared she would disturb the exam, so we went back to the first floor while I answered.

"Guess we have to go back and wait till the lesson ends."

"No way" Anna said, and I believed her. She wouldn't make at for another half an hour, especially when she would have to walk the distance between school and sport field twice. I was thinking about any solution, and hoped for one that would benefit both of us, so she cools pee and I could enjoy it. As soon as one had come to my mind I spoke it out loud and only afterwards realized, that this solution didn't involve my pleasures at all: "Maybe we could try the teachers toilets, sometimes they forget to lock them." The teachers had their own sets of facilities on each floor, but they were forbidden for student's.

"I'll try anything." Anna exclaimed and hurried forward. Both male and female ones were locked on the first floor, so we continued to the basement. 

"Perhaps the bushes would have been the better alternative." I said jokingly as we went down the stairs.

"Honestly, if you hadn't suddenly decided to follow me it would have peed somewhere in the bushes on the way. The whole walk back to school was so unnecessary."

Her honesty caught me off guard and I said nothing till we reached the basement, whee I tried the first doir on the right: "Locked". She went to the left. "I would even take the pissour at that point" Anna said, and I couldn't help but imagine her hiking up her velvet dress and desperately moving herself to and over the porcelain bowl on the wall, taking her free hand to adjust the forthcoming stream of her pee by touching her - "Locked." Anna exclaimed and she sounded beaten. I tried the next unmarked door, which opened and before I could consider anything Anna rushed past me. The door fell close behind us, it was dark for a moment before the automated light got on and I realized we where now both standing in a small storage cabinet that belonged to the janitor. Well, I was standing, while Anna was hopping from one feet to another. The room was small, there was just enough room for the two of us between shelves full of cleaning devices and whatnot. On the left was a small basin, likely used to fill buckets with water before the janitor started to clean the school after hours.

"No toilet." I stated the obvious and the look on Anna's face was one of hopelessness.

"Why?" She asked. "Why must that happen to me?" 

My hand went to the door knob, when I heared voices on the hallway. "Psst! There's someone on the hallway."

"Who?" 

"I don't know. But if we get caught leaving the janitors room together while we should be out on the sports field im sure that raises a lot of questions." Anna moaned a little bit.

"Are they gone?" 

"No. Seems like there standing there, talking. I think one of them is Ms. Howard."

"Fuck it, I'm going to pee now." Anna stated.

"You're what?" I turned around in disbelief, seeing Anna standing directly in front of me over a small drain she had found.

"Psst!" She was right, I had been a little to loud.

"You can't do this." I said in disbelief. As much as I wanted her to pee right then and there, I was also much more aware of the whole situation and the trouble we would get into if she would get caught peeing in a storage room. Not only the punishment the school would come up with, but also talking among our fellow students.

"Well I have to pee NOW, and if I don't do it on purpose it will just run out of me!" She was energetic but able to keep her voice down. Anna made some gestures with her hands and I knew there was no way how this was not going to happen.

"I can't leave!" I said.

"Don't." She said. "Just turn around and close your eyes." 

I had the decency to turn around, but didn't close my eyes. There, right behind me, not even a meter away was this beautiful girl I knew since fifth grade, very likely with her dress around her waist at that time, crouching over a small drain about to pee, so desperate she didn't care about my presence at all. 

"Oh my God, I can't belief I'm doing this." Anna whispered, and the way the voice came from the bottom of the room I knew she was already hovering over the drain. I listened closely and heared the fabric of her panties rubbing at her soft skin as she drew them to her knees, enjoined the little silence that followed, while increasingly getting aware of my growing boner. Than I heard the first splatter, followed by the loud and echoing pattering of her incredibly strong stream hitting the concrete. Anna squiled in surprise. She was missing the drain, and if you ask me by a lot. She nevertheless continued with her gushing pee right behind me, the sound changing to a more hollow one as soon as she had adjusted correctly over the drain. Tiny droplets of her warm pee hit the backside of my legs and I was quite happy that I was wearing short jeans. My eyes wandered as I listened to the mesmerizing sound of pure arousing female sexiness behind me, when a small mirror next to the door caught my eyes. The mirror needed cleaning as much as the floor would as soon as Anna would finish, but for different reasons. Nonetheless it allowed me to get a blurred view of the rest of the room without breaking my promise but to turn around (which would have very likely gotten me into huge trouble). The angle of the mirror mirror wasn't ideal as I could only see the top half of Anna, squatting behind me with her arms on her knees and a look of pleasure and relief on her face, that was so much more  attractive than any view of her pussy could have been. Her mouth was standing wide open, her eyes were closed and she had her head bent slidly backwards. A small strain of her hair had fallen on her forehead. I my wildest dreams in couldn't have imagened a situation like this, with such an attractive girl like her. The drain wasn't able to swallow as fast as the warm urine left Anna's body and soon the sound that filled the room changed from pee hitting pipe to pee hitting pee. I closely watched and listened for just about a minute, but the whole occasion felt like a full day of experience to me. The velvet dress that had so simply hugged her body was now that she had hiked it up above her waist just a piece of cloth, and it became clear once more that Anna was completely naked underneath it. The neckline had fallen fallen way deeper than she could have wanted and showed her small but stunning cleavage to an extend where I could almost see her nipples. 

Suddenly Anna opened her eyes, not aware I was watching her closely in the dirty mirror. She looked down between her legs and her dress fell even further, exposing one if her shoulders, while her stream dwindled down. A last spurt of pee left her, but she stayed crouched on the ground.

"Finished?" I asked after a while, snapping both of us out of our thoughts.

"Don't turn around!" she said, and began to adjust her dress. Her hand moved out of my view, but I could clearly hear her raking a paper towel from the aisel and wiping herself, before she stood up aigain, putting her panties back on and adjusting her dress again. 

"I made such a mess!" She exclaimed quitly and I took this as an opportunity to turn around. We both started laughing, maybe out of embarrassment or just because the whole situation was so absurd. There was really a considerable puddle of yellow pee around the drain. "I didn't hit it in the beginning" she expalined, still laughing, and once again her dress showed more then it was supposed to. Anna had the tendency to laugh with her whole body. Luckily the teachers on the hallway had already left at this point, or else we would have been discovered by the sound of our joined laughter. 

After a moment Anna looked around and found a small bin, where she deposited the paper towel that was still in her hand.

"I almost peed on your legs." she whispered, and after I said "I felt it", we both laughed again. 

"Don't you dare to tell anybody of this!" Anna said more serious, and I assured her i wouldnt. There was no way after all how I could tell this story to anybody without making clear how immensely sexy the whole situation was from my point of view, something I wouldn't dare talk about to anybody. 

We stood in the pee stained closet for another moment, Anna staring at me with a demandingly. "I told you I'm not gonna tell it, believe me." I said, misinterpreting her look.

"I know, dumbass." She said jokingly, continuing her loom and than saying: "Didn't you say you also had to..." she gestured the last word.

I had said I needed to pee, and it had been true then. Also I had forgotten my need, it came back as soon as Anna mentioned it. "In here?" I asked.

"Of course! I pissed in here and I'm lady!" she said. I felt a little silly. 

"Well, there is noone on the hallway any more, so you can-"

"There is no way I'm leaving no. You peeing here is my assurance that you won't talk anybody." There was some joking in her voice, but some truth as well.

Not quite sure how I should feel I looked around, took a step over the drain and positioned myself at the sink. Anna was not convinced: "What are you doing?" 

"Going to pee in the sink?" I stated the obvious.

"And ruin a nother pipe? There is already my puddle on the floor drain."

"But-" I wasn't sure what to say.

"But?"

"But im a guy, so the drain wouldn't be so convenient for me? If I piss on the drain it splashes everywhere." I was right, but I wasn't sure if she knew.

"Well then go on, sinkpisser." Anna turned around and I got my penis out of my jeans, and after a short while started pissing in the sink. I was peeing in the sink of the school janitor. I turned my head around, but Anna wasn't watching, she had turned around and stayed in this position, luckily being now faced against the shelves and not the mirror I had used to observe her pee. I finished my pee, zipped up and cleaned the sink with some running water. Anna used the opportunity to also wash her hands, but not without stepping in her own puddle. "Ah fuck!" she exclaimed.

We left the room, the basement and then the school walking back the sports field like nothing of this had happened, talking about this and that and I had the feeling we were close friends now. I don't belief anybody ever found out about our pee, it must have dried away over the following weekend, or the janitor had cleared away all evidence without complaining. All evidence, except for our memory. And while I don't think I can state the same for Anna, for me it is one of the best memories of the whole year.