Peeing in the Library

[Riley 13,064]

     The library. A place of magic and wonder. A place where words fly off of the page they are written and construct a magical landscape around everyone who reads and feels their meaning. A place where dragon's fly high above the clouds and wizards perform spells that save and change world's. A place where human's hearts break and are woven back together through friendship and love. At least, that's how I felt, sitting in the corner, captured in the words of the book I was reading. 

     The day was sunny, with a brilliant blue sky painted with thin streaming clouds. The wind was calm, and people were happily walking in the slightly warmer weather. I looked outside the window I was perched next to and saw people going about their daily lives, enjoying the pleasant weather that was uncommon for this time of year. 

    I ripped myself out of the story of my book, looking around the room I had holed myself up in. The ceilings were very tall, with windows looking out upon the world from their second story vantage point. There were tables set around the walls with bookcases in the center obscuring my view of most of the building but the rest of the library was silent and still. I looked at the ground and saw the sun's rays beaming through the windows, reflected off of the small dust flurries in the air around the dark carpet flooring. I stood up, and felt my bladder ache and my blood rush away from my head as I stood up from the ball I had held myself in reading. I was wearing black leggings and an over-sized sweater with black and white converse. I let myself spin as I walked through the bookshelves and felt my hair fly away from my head, before settling in front of my right eye. I brushed it away, still groggy from coming back to this world after reading for so long. 

     "The bathroom," I whispered to myself looking around the library for any sign of a bathroom, until....

    I had an idea. It was a very wrong idea, but I felt this strange desire to purse it. I walked slightly faster, making sure I was alone in the vast space of the library. It was vast and empty, no people, or security cameras from what I could tell. "perfect," I whispered to myself. Before I could stop myself, I dived into a space between two bookshelves and slightly relaxed my muscles, feeling a long spurt of pee jet into my panties and my leggings. My panties and leggings erupted with warmth and wetness around my crotch as that amazing feeling returned to me. I let out a little more, seeing the wet spot increase just that little bit more, before being forced to stop myself so I wouldn't get stuck with a wet spot my sweater couldn't cover up. I walked back towards the bathrooms, and entered the women's restroom before, gazing back over my shoulder towards the men's room and getting another idea in my mind. I opened up the men's room door and saw the white tiling and white ceiling that so many other bathrooms have. There was a bank of 2 urinals against the walls with a divider between them and the sink, and 2 stalls in the back of the restroom. 

    I stood for a second, debating what to do, still feeling immense pressure from my bladder to let go. I let another spurt come out and felt a revived wetness in my crotch and panties. I took off my sweater and jumped up onto the counter, placing my bottom over the white porcelain sink bowl. I pulled my leggings and panties down, and tried to align myself with the center of the sink. Once I felt satisfied I let go, and felt a rush of pee jetting out of my urethra. A loud hissing sound filled the air with a splattering sound as my pee forcefully hit the sink bowl. I felt relief wash over my entire body as my nerves and anxiety turned into joy over how ridiculous and stupid it was that I was attempting this right now. 

    Finally my stream started to slow, and then finally come to a stop as I still felt the rush of happiness and relief washing over me. I jumped down from the counter and pulled my leggings and panties back up. I adorned my sweater again and then grabbed soap to coat the counter with and sink bowl with just to try and sterilize the area. I still couldn't believe I had just done what I had done, and started giggling to myself just thinking about it. I stumbled out of the bathroom and into the library to see the empty stillness from before. I walked back to wear I was reading, and found my book in the exact same place I left it. I opened it and felt my mind wander back to the streets of the story, wet with a recent rain, and buildings seemingly out of their place in time.

 

Thank you for reading my experience, im sorry for the bad writing, It was really hard to convey all of my thoughts and feelings into words and so it kind of came out a mess but I really hope it was still ok! Also im really sorry for being gone for a while, my life has just been a little crazy 🙂 Thank you!

 

 

 

 

[Rewdna 782]

A lovely and beautifully written story.You have been missed here.Welcome back @Riley😍

[Alfresco 11,631]

Lovely story and I don’t know why you feel the need to apologise for bad writing.  It was a good piece.  

[gldenwetgoose 21,487]

Great account, and great writing too....   as always.

[speedy3471 10,655]

I thought your writing was very good Riley. Your experience was very naughty, thanks for sharing 

[Sexismygod 1,782]

I love taking advantage of opportunities like that ... and thoroughly enjoyed reading how you took advantage of your own situation.  Thanks for sharing. 

[Colormerose 818]

Not bad writing at all!!! That was amazing and really hot to read! I loved it. It definitely captured just your love and fun for your experience. I would love to hear more. 🙂

[Carb0nBased 647]

Just saw this thread for the first time even though it was posted over a year ago. Great writing! It's nice to see some actual setting of the scene and descriptions of the more delicate/subtle aspects of the mood rather than just paragraphs and paragraphs of raunch.

It seems Riley doesn't post much anymore but obviously underestimated her writing ability.