Morning (Kaymala pt 5)

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

Hi all, long time since I've had chance to write anything but here is another from me -- just a short one today.

This is a story set in the 'Kaymala' world -- you should be able to read these in any order, but if interested the first episode is here, and the introduction of these characters is here.

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Simon awoke to the sound of water trickling onto a wooden floor. He opened his eyes and looked groggily around. Sunlight was creeping in through the hostel dorm window, and he guessed it must be mid morning. There was no sign of life from the others in the room, with one exception: the stream of yellowish liquid splashing down from the top bunk onto the floor.

“Morning, Christopher,” he mumbled.

“Morning,” came a sleepy reply.

Simon cast his eyes again around the room again. They had come in late and drunk last night and had left the room something of a mess, with yesterday's clothes strewn all over the floor. Christopher's not the only puddle in the room; other puddles beside beds or against walls and wardrobes marked where he and his roommates had relieved themselves before bed or during the night. Nobody had taken much care to avoid the discarded clothes. The system was well-understood: if it was left on the floor, it was okay to get wet.

Simon turned over to bury his face from the sunlight. He noticed as he did so that the sheets on the wall side of his bed were damp, and it took him a few seconds to work out why. Then the memory returned of him waking up at around six in the morning with a desperately full bladder. He had decided to simply point himself at the wall while he was lying down and pee like that, allowing the piss to run down the gap between bed and wall. It sort of worked, but there had been a bit more splashback than intended.

He looked back over the bits of memories his drunken brain had managed to hold onto from last night. They had gone to a club that Olivia, who worked at the hostel, had recommended. He remembered seeing lots of naked women. At some point he had bumped into Ellen, the girl he had met on the plane, and … well, he didn't remember everything, but his strongest memory was of being given head by her at the edge of the dance floor. She had given him her number and said something about a party … the details were foggy in his mind, but he would be sure to call her about it. They'd met twice now, and both times the sex had been amazing.

After a few minutes that Simon spent going over again his memories from the night before, he heard a soft but distinct hissing sound. There was no corresponding spatter. He looked around to see who it was, and was not surprised to see Camille moving. She was rubbing at her crotch through the bedsheets, and the sheets themselves glistened as the entire contents of her bladder soaked through them. After a few minutes, her quiet moans could be heard.

Simon could feel quite a bit of pressure in his bladder himself. He could just pull back the covers and piss on the floor, like Christopher had done, of course. But he still wasn't quite used to the way they did things here, and felt a bit self-conscious doing that sort of thing. Plus, his cock was stood at full attention from thinking about last night, and he didn't really want to show everybody that. Instead, he dragged himself out of bed, grabbing a towel from his suitcase and wrapping it around his waist to cover his morning glory.

He crossed the corridor to the shower room. He had been thinking that this would be the perfect place to pee, but his heart sank when he heard running water, and realised that somebody else was in the shower already.

He pushed the door open, still holding the towel around his waist. The showers were open-plan, just 6 shower-heads along the walls and no privacy. The person using them already was Olivia, a Spanish girl who worked at the hostel. She smiled at him, her dusky Mediterranean skin glistening in the steamy air. Simon tried not to stare at her naked body, but it was hard. She had shapely breasts, each just larger than Simon would have been able to hold in one hand, with a bar piercing through each nipple. Below was shaven, and another piercing glittered down there.

“Hi,” Simon said, awkwardly.

“Morning,” she said. “Sleep well?”

“Not bad,” Simon said. “Do you mind if I pee here?”

She laughed. “Even in Europe nobody gives a fuck about pissing in the shower, just go for it.”

Simon hung his towel by the door and came forward into the room. He was still completely erect. He saw Olivia's eyes flick down to his crotch and stay there. Her eyes seemed to widen slightly. There was not going to be any privacy for this, it seemed.

If he hadn't been so desperate it would have been harder. As it was, it took a few seconds of concentration for him to get started, but once it was coming it didn't stop. His piss spurted up and forwards, a thin stream but with a lot of pressure. He used one hand to angle his cock forward slightly, directing the stream towards the centre of the room. He must have pissed for a full minute, and all the time he was aware of Olivia's eyes on him.

He finished up and shook himself off. He pressed the button for one of the showers opposite Olivia and stood back, waiting for the water to heat up.

“You've got a nice cock, you know,” Olivia said.

Simon was not sure how to respond. “Thanks?”

“It always surprises me,” she said. “The quiet ones … Can I feel it?”

“Sure,” Simon said.

She stepped up close to him and closed one hand around his shaft. His erection had been starting to die down, but in response to her touch it came fully to life again. She started to move her hand along the length of it, and he couldn't help gasping slightly. Shower water continued to fall around them. She was stood very close to him. Her nipples were almost touching his chest.

She held him for a few minutes, and then she stepped away, smiling.

“I like it,” she said. “I think I'll have a go on that sometime.”

She crossed to the door and picked up her towel from the hooks on the wall, starting to dry herself off. Simon watched her, drinking in the way that the water droplets clung to her backside, the way her hands held the towel to her boobs as she dried them, the way the top that she slipped on clung to her skin. Those few touches she'd given him had left him hungry for more, but Olivia didn't seem interested. Once she was dry she simply winked at him and left.

[nopjans 1,178]

I re-read a few of the Kaymala stories recently and hoped for another one soon. Today is my lucky day!

[wetwulf 3,324]

I really, really love this series @BeneathMyWillow. And I especially love Camille! She seems hot!

[new2this 128]

This is great.  I'm glad you're back, @BeneathMyWillow.  Come to think of it, @Vassal you out there too?

[whiskey35 306]

Always good to read another story from Kaymala.

[Vassal 1,471]

On 9/8/2018 at 2:18 AM, new2this said:

This is great.  I'm glad you're back, @BeneathMyWillow.  Come to think of it, @Vassal you out there too?

I'm still here. Just having some massive writer's block. Glad to see someone's looking out for me. 😄

[CON2H4 650]

1 hour ago, Vassal said:

I'm still here. Just having some massive writer's block. Glad to see someone's looking out for me. 😄

It's writers like you who make this place awesome! Of course we care