A Night in a Ski Hostel

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

Hi everyone, this is an idea that I've wanted to write some form of for a while. It's the kind of thing I used to day dream about back in school, and I enjoyed writing it, so hopefully it'll be a good read as well. It's intended to be a stand-alone story, though I may return to these characters at some point in the future. It's the story of a few students staying in a cheap hostel, and includes naughty indoor peeing, wetting, and some sexual content.

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After a journey that had taken more than twelve hours, the cheap hire coach pulled up outside its destination. The mountains of the Swiss Alps loomed over them. Not far away squatted a small, dingy ski hostel. The coach doors opened and a crowd of eighteen-year-olds disgorged, each feeling a mixture of tiredness and cooped-up energy from the long journey as they dragged suitcases and backpacks towards the hostel.

The group were undergrads at a university in the UK. Every year the university sports clubs pooled their money together to organise this skiing trip. As well as the skiing, the trip traditionally involved a lot of drinking, and the other kinds of activities that came with being drunk and away from home.

Two guys were the first to move into their room, both very noisily. They threw their suitcases down onto the ground and flung themselves onto two of the bottom bunks. A moment behind came two others, a girl and a nonbinary person, who more carefully pushed their cases under another two of the beds.

“What a fucking journey,” said one of the guys. His name was Steve, a rugby player, broad across the shoulders and chubby around the belly, wearing joggers and a t-shirt. “I need a drink.”

“Here you go,” said the other guy, whose name was Will. He was taller and thinner than Steve, with his dirty-blond hair gelled back. Will flicked open his suitcase and pulled out a six-pack of cheap beer, tossing one to Steve and taking one for himself. He offered them to the other two in their room.

“Thanks,” said the girl, Chloe, who was wearing the comfortable leggings she'd put on for the journey. She took the beer he offered and put it on the table beside her. She then pulled a book from her backpack and curled up on the bed to read, occasionally sipping at the beer.

Jo, the nonbinary person, turned down the beer that Will held out to them. Like Chloe, Jo was on the trampolining team, but also lived in the same house as Will and Steve. They wore red-tartan pyjamas, and their bleached hair was pulled back out of their eyes with a matching headband. As soon as they had got into the room, Jo had opened up their suitcase to start unpacking into the set of drawers beside their bed.

“You unpacking already?” said Steve.

Jo shrugged. “We need to at some point, why not now?”

“I'm not gonna,” said Steve. “Surprised you have the energy after that journey. All I want is a piss and a lie down.”

“It wasn't all bad on the bus,” said Will, kicking off his shoes and lying back on the bed. “I was sat next to Nicole.”

“So?” said Steve.

“Well, she showed me her pussy.”

“Fuck off did she.”

“She did,” said Will, smiling. “Just went, do you want to see something, and lifted up her skirt. Nothing on underneath.”

“Oh yeah?” said Steve. “Well, I've seen it and all.”

“You've not,” said Will. “What's it look like then? Shaved or hairy.”

“Shaved,” said Steve.

“You haven't seen it,” Will said. “There was hair down there.”

“Fuck off are you telling me Nicole has a hairy pussy.”

“I'm not saying it was messy,” Will said. “More like trimmed, you know. Tidy.”

“Well, whatever,” said Steve. “Maybe it was shaved when I saw it. God, I need a piss so bad.”

“So go pee,” said Jo. “Why are you still stood here talking about people's pussies?”

“Alright, alright, I'm going,” said Steve. “But Will brought up the pussy, not me.”

He left and the room got noticeably quieter. Will looked over at Chloe, still reading her book.

“Sorry Chloe,” he said. “Hope you didn't mind that.”

Chloe shrugged, without looking up from her book. “Why would you apologise to me?”

“I just … well, I dunno if it's the kind of conversation girls would be into.”

She raised her eyes to his. “I like pussies. Besides, lots of people have seen Nicole's pussy, you're not special.”

Jo laughed, and Will looked sour. “No need for that,” he said.

There was a crash as Steve reentered the room. “The bloody queue out there,” he said. “You know there's only one toilet that works in this shithole of a place?”

“You're joking,” said Will.

“So the whole bus full of us who've just arrived are queueing for one bathroom?” said Jo.

“And Kelly said she's been waiting for ten minutes and hasn't moved,” said Steve. “Someone's taking a dump in there.”

“Are you just going to wait in here until the queue dies down then?” said Jo.

“Could go outside?” suggested Will. “Find a tree.”

“I might just go here,” said Steve. “Just piss over there in the corner.”

“Would serve them right for not having more toilets,” Will said.

Jo looked up from sorting his socks and underpants into two drawers. “Don't joke about things like that, that's gross.”

“I'm not joking,” said Steve. “Should I do it?”

“Do it,” said Will, laughing. “Why not?”

A moment later there was a sound of trickling water. Steve had crossed to the corner, where there was about a foot of space between Will's bed and the wall, and pulled down his joggers. A powerful stream of pale and pent-up piss was spattering against the wall, flecks spraying off in all directions. Chloe looked up from her book, a mixture of curiosity, amusement and revulsion on her face. Jo had looked away and lent his forehead against the bunk above his, head in his hands in disgust. Will meanwhile was bent double with laughter.

Steve gave an exaggerated sigh. “Feels good to let it go.”

“It smells so bad!” said Will through bouts of laughter. “How many beers have you had?”

“I had a few on the bus,” said Steve, as his stream finally petered out. He tucked himself back into his joggers. “Actually quite fun to just go in the corner like that.”

“Maybe we should all do it,” said Will. “Have a lock-in party.”

“Absolutely not,” said Jo. “You're going to get in trouble over it, look!”

They pointed at the corner where Steve had pissed, where there was a very obvious wet mark all down the wall and an equally obvious puddle on the cheap, dirty-brown carpet.

Steve shrugged. “I don't give a fuck,” he said. “If they notice I'll just say the toilet's been occupied since we got here. Besides, how would they know it was me? Could have been any of us.”

“I think they'll know it wasn't Chloe,” said Will.

“Girls can piss standing up too,” said Steve. “I've seen videos.”

“Well, I'm gonna switch beds,” said Will. “Just to get away from the smell.”

He slung his bag up onto the bunk above Steve and started to clamber up the ladder.

“What are you going up there now for?” asked Steve. “You gonna have a quick wank over Nicole's pussy?”

Right on cue, the door to the room swung open and three girls walked in.

“Pardon?” said Nicole, pausing in the doorway and blinking slightly. Nicole was on the hockey team; a short, curvy girl with freckles and pigtails. Her shirt clung tight to her tits, and her skirt just about covered the important bits. The two guys' eyes seemed magnetically drawn to her outfit.

“Where have you three been?” Will asked, ignoring her question.

“Waiting for the bog,” said Kelly, stepping into the room. “Some prick's been in there taking a dump for the last twenty minutes. Ten, fifteen people waiting outside? It's awful. Thought we might as well move our stuff in here while we wait.”

Like Nicole, Kelly was on the hockey team. Tall and thin, she wore a brown dress with a flowery pattern on, with thick black leggings underneath. She threw her bag up onto the top bunk, above Jo. Then she wrinkled her nose. “What is that smell?”

“Ask Steve,” said Will.

“Told you it was a mistake to share with the boys,” said Kelly to Nicole. “Told you there'd be smells. Probably snores and god knows what else.”

The third girl, Helen, sat down on the bed besides Chloe and put an arm around her shoulder. Another footballer from the same team as Will, Helen was short, thin and blonde, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Chloe smiled and kissed her girlfriend on the cheek, before going back to her book. Helen meanwhile bent over her suitcase.

“I still have some drinks left from the bus,” she said. “Martini in a can, wine in a can, some vodka and coke...”

Nicole took one of the offered cans, as did Jo, but Kelly shook her head.

“Not till I've had chance to piss,” she said. She and Nicole took seats on the empty bottom bunk that Will had just vacated.

“So what have you all been up to while we were gone?” asked Nicole. “Did I hear something about my --”

“Oh, EW!” said Kelly, suddenly. “Ew ew ew ew! What the hell is that puddle?”

The two boys erupted in laughter, and Chloe broke down in giggles. Even Jo looked slightly amused.

“Like I said, ask Steve,” said Will, between chuckles.

“Steve!” said Nicole. “What did you do?”

“Did you piss in our bedroom?” demanded Kelly.

“What?” asked Helen, looking around. “Did he really?” She looked at Chloe, who nodded in confirmation, then looked back at Steve, wide-eyed.

“So what?” asked Steve. “I needed to go, and I wasn't gonna wait half an hour for someone to finish their shit.”

“You could at least have gone next to your own bed,” said Kelly.

Nicole had joined in laughing. “It's all right, we can leave this one as the spare bed,” she said. “I'm actually impressed. It takes some balls to just have a slash right there in the corner.”

Will jumped down off the top bunk. “Anyone can do it,” he said, “nothing special about Steve. Actually I might do it now, if there's still a queue for the bogs.”

“Ew, no,” said Kelly. “Not you as well, dickhead.”

“Why don't we all do it?” suggested Steve. “Have a lock-in party. Nobody leaves the room until morning, everybody finds a corner to piss in.”

“No!” said Kelly.

“Absolutely not,” said Jo.

“What about the girls?” said Will. “They can't piss in here.”

“I'm sorry,” said Nicole. “Why can't we?”

“I mean -- I just don't think it's very lady-like --”

“Do you see any ladies here? If you can piss here --”

“I just think it's a thing boys do, whereas girls --”

“I'm sorry, have you been to the changing rooms after hockey practise --”

The two of them fell silent suddenly, realising that the attention of the rest of the room was elsewhere. Chloe had put down her book and, without saying anything, walked to the middle of the room. Now, as the eyes of the rest of the room flicked over to her, she casually pulled her leggings down to her knees, dropped into a squat, and pissed. It was a strong stream. Any stage-fright she might have been feeling from the eyes upon her was counteracted by the desperation built up from the last leg of the bus journey. Her puddle spread quickly over the thin carpet, foaming, and then slowly soaking in.

“Oh my god,” said Nicole.

“Chloe --” said Jo.

“Wow,” said Kelly.

Steve wolf-whistled, and then a couple of others joined in. Chloe grinned, slightly sheepishly.

“I'd never have expected it from her,” said Nicole.

Chloe stood up, wiping herself with her hand and pulling her leggings back up. The two boys wolf-whistled again at the sight of the bit of hair between her legs, but she ignored them.

Jo said, “Chloe, what --”

“When someone says a girl can't do something, that's the exactly why you should do it,” said Chloe, taking her seat on the bed again.

“I've got the weirdest hard-on,” said Will, to the room at large. “Hey, I bet none of the girls here would be able to --”

“You can take care of that one yourself,” said Chloe. The room laughed, and a normal conversation returned.

Helen was still staring at Chloe, wide-eyed. Chloe put a hand on her knee.

“Hope you didn't mind that,” she said, quietly. “I just wanted to make a point. Plus, I really needed to go.”

“I never thought I'd see you do something like that,” said Helen, laughing slightly. “But it was good. In fact --”

She leaned in and whispered something that the rest of the room couldn't hear, but it made Chloe giggle and blush.

“That's it then,” said Steve. “Lock-in party. If Chloe can do it, no excuses from the rest of you.”

“Who's next?” asked Will.

“What the hell, I need a piss anyway,” said Nicole. “Mind your feet boys, I'll just go on the floor here.”

Steve and Will obediently stepped back as Nicole lifted her skirt. She was indeed wearing nothing underneath. She pulled on herself to change her aim slightly, then pissed in a powerful arc forwards onto the floor right in the middle. It struck the floor with considerable force and splashed outwards, droplets landing on the legs of the beds, on the legs of the boys, and on the suitcases which were still strewn across the floor.

“You've done this before,” said Will.

“She does this in the changing rooms after every hockey practise,” said Kelly.

“You can't say it's not fun,” said Nicole. “Don't you pee in the changing rooms, Kelly?”

“In the showers, sometimes,” said Kelly.

Nicole's stream was starting to die down, carving a long wet streak across the floor from the big puddle in the centre of the room to just between her feet.

“I see Will was right as well,” said Steve. “You do have a hairy gash.”

“Gash?” Nicole said. “What a lovely word. And yeah, I like it hairy. Gives it a nice fuzzy feeling. Go on, see what I mean?”

She grabbed his hand and pulled it towards the cropped, stubby little hairs above her pussy.

“Go on, stroke it. Don't you think that feels good?” she asked.

“I suppose it does,” said Steve, obediently stroking her bush.

“Oh my god,” Kelly muttered, moving a few feet further away from the two of them on the bed. The rest of the room was watching them, some laughing, others confused.

“Can I feel it too, Nicole?” Will asked hopefully.

“Jealous, Will?” Steve asked.

Nicole looked up at Will and smirked. “Maybe,” she said. “Maybe I want something from you first. You can touch mine if I can touch yours.”

“What do you mean?”

“You said you need to pee, I want to hold it while you do.”

“Nicole, what?” said Kelly, looking exasperated.

“I just think it would be really fun to be able to aim,” said Nicole. “Don't you?”

Will shrugged. “Why not?” he said. “I've been needing to go for a while, you want to do it now?”

“Come over to the wall,” said Nicole. He pulled down his shorts and she took hold of his dick, which was already pretty stiff.

“You're looking quite excited there, Will,” said Steve.

“Fuck off,” said Will without looking at him.

“Jealous, Steve?” asked Nicole.

“Not at all,” Steve said.

“Course not,” said Nicole. She lifted her skirt up to give him a flash of her pussy and a sultry wink.

Nicole adopted a position behind Will with her hands reaching around for his cock, her chin resting on his shoulder. He started to piss, and she giggled at the way it made his cock feel. She started to wave him around, at first randomly, then starting to write her name. She only got as far as 'Nico' before she ran out of space on the wall. For the last few seconds she tried to point it straight down.

“Not that angle,” muttered Will. “Kind of painful.”

“Sorry,” she said, angling it forward again. “Sensitive things aren't they?”

“What, and yours isn't?” said Will.

His stream finished, and she shook him dry and tucked him back into his pants. She spent a few seconds with her hands resting on the now-rather-prominent bulge in his shorts.

“Now, Will,” she said. “What do you say we take this up into your bunk?”

Will did not need asking twice. He turned to clamber up the ladder to his bunk, with Nicole following behind. As Nicole climbed up, Steve looked up from the bunk beneath.

“Nice angle, Nicole,” he called.

“Glad you enjoyed it,” she replied as her legs disappeared out of view.

As the bunk started to creak, Chloe and Helen leaned on each other's shoulders. Opposite them, Jo sighed.

“You okay, Jo?” asked Chloe.

“I'm fine,” said Jo. “I've given up trying to work out what's happening this evening.”

“Just pretend you're in the locker room,” said Helen. “You must have seen this kind of thing there?”

“Not in trampolining,” said Jo, “we're much more civilised.”

“They're right,” said Chloe, “trampolining is a very different kind of club. Very little public urination.”

“Ah, well there's no toilets for the outdoor pitches,” said Helen. “So at football we've gotta make do with finding bushes or just going in the changing rooms.”

“I didn't know that,” said Chloe. “What do you do then?”

Helen shrugged. “Sometimes I go out behind the changing hut,” she said. “Or I'll go in the showers if there aren't many others around.”

“Oh, the showers,” said Chloe. “If I could play football I'd love to come along just to see all those pretty football girls in the showers.”

Helen elbowed her. “You naughty girl,” she said. “Don't talk like that when other people are around.”

Chloe looked over at Jo. “Sorry, Jo, I hope we aren't excluding you.”

“Come sit beside us,” said Helen. “There's space.”

“Thanks,” said Jo, standing up. “I actually could do with a piss though.”

“Are you gonna go to the bathroom?” asked Helen.

“I'm not going to be the only one who chickens out,” said Jo.

“I thought you disapproved of it all?” Chloe asked.

“I do,” said Jo. “But the room's already a mess, isn't it?”

So saying, they walked up to the set of drawers beside their bed. Pulling down the front of their pyjamas, they aimed themselves down the gap between the set of drawers and the wall. After a few seconds of hesitation, they let loose. It wasn't the most powerful stream, but they peed for a long time. When they were done, Chloe and Helen both made whooping noises.

“Nice one!” said Chloe.

“Thanks,” said Jo, giving them an embarrassed smile. They rummaged in their rucksack for a bottle of hand cleaner, which they applied, then came to sit beside them on the bed.

“Feel good?” asked Chloe.

“Yes, actually,” said Jo. “It's kind of empowering, don't you think? Like you're saying, you know, fuck the world, I can pee wherever I like.”

“Exactly,” said Chloe. “That's why some men like to keep it for themselves, but pissing doesn't have a gender.”

“What about you, Kelly?” Helen asked, turning to the girl on the next bed over. “Your turn?”

Kelly shook her head. “I'm fine, thanks.”

“Are you sure?” Helen asked. “You said you were desperate when you came in.”

“I was,” said Kelly. She hesitated, then said, “Look, I've already done it.”

“What?” asked Steve, who had been listening in. “When? I didn't see you.”

“Not long since,” said Kelly. “When Nicole stood up. I realised I was the only one on this bed, and we said we'd leave this as the spare bed, so I figured nobody would mind...”

“Oh my god,” said Helen. “You pissed the bed?”

“Well I needed to go, and I didn't want to draw attention to it,” said Kelly. “I certainly didn't want to start pulling my pants down in front of these knobs.”

Steve reached over to feel the bed sheets, and laughed. “She did it, she's pissed right here!”

“Alright, keep it down, dickhead,” Kelly said. “You got a problem with it? Nobody was gonna sleep here, were they?”

“Not a problem, no,” Steve asked. “Just made me laugh.”

“I think it's a great idea,” said Helen. “Do you want to come over here to the dry bed, Kelly?”

“To be honest I'll stay here,” said Kelly. “I'm still drinking stuff, so I'm gonna need to go again. It's quite nice just to go whenever you need it, you know? This must be what a pool party would be like.”

Helen stood up and stretched. “Well, just me to go then I guess,” she said.

“Do you need to yet?” asked Jo.

“Jesus, I've needed to since we got off the coach,” said Helen. “Just trying to decide where to go.”

“Just go on the floor,” said Steve.

“Floor's boring,” said Helen. “Chloe, have you unpacked anything into these drawers yet?”

Chloe smirked. “No,” she said. “And I think I can do without one drawer, if you like.”

Helen slid open the bottom drawer of the chest. She stretched her arms once more, then undid her jeans and slid them down, along with her panties. There was a triangle of blonde-brown hair over her vagina on her front, and two soft round buttocks on the back. Helen lifted one leg up onto the top of the chest of drawers, then released a powerful stream. A few dribbles splashed up the front of the set of drawers or down onto the carpet and Helen's jeans, but most of it fell in one tidy arc, glittering in the light, landing squarely in the drawer. It made a loud drumming sound, loud enough to briefly distract Nicole and Will from what they were doing and make them look round. The bottom of the drawer was soon filled with a layer of piss, and the sound changed to a splashing, like running the tap into the kitchen sink.

Before long Helen was done. She pulled her jeans back up, then winked at Chloe before sitting down. Chloe leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Helen looked flushed but pleased.

“What now?” asked Kelly.

“The night's young,” said Steve. “I don't know about you but I need another drink and another piss. I might try pissing out the window. Hope nobody's underneath.”

A couple of others also helped themselves to more drinks.

“So what, is this just for tonight?” asked Chloe. “Tomorrow we go back to pissing in the toilet like normal people?”

“What do you think?” asked Kelly. A look of concentration crossed her face, and she added, “I'm literally pissing myself right now as we're talking. I dunno if we can go back from this.”

“Good,” said Chloe. She took a few steps away from her bed, lowering her leggings to squat over a clear patch of floor, just at the same time as Steve was opening the window and pulling his own joggers down. “I think I could enjoy a week of this.”

[speedy3471 10,655]

Wow amazing story, so hot. Thanks for sharing

[wetwulf 3,324]

10 hours ago, BeneathMyWillow said:

I dunno if we can go back from this

I know I can't go back after reading this hot story. I hope you do revisit this. Thank you.

[new2this 128]

You missed a paragraph of turning Jo from a dude to non binary.

[Alfresco 11,638]

Great story, loved their care free attitude. 
I have been on trips with mixed gender shared bunk rooms, but never got to experience anything like this!   The best I ever had was the odd flash of boobs and bums whilst girls got changed, but even then they mostly went to the toilets or shower rooms to get dressed rather than expose themselves to others in the room. 
 

Would love to hear more about what they get up to on the skiing trip.   Opportunities on the slopes, ski lifts, apres ski etc.  All sounds like a good opportunity.  

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

Thanks for the comments everybody! I had a lot of fun writing this one.

When I read in school I went on a lot of school trips, and had a lot of fantasies about scenes like this happening in the dorm rooms (of course nothing so exciting ever did). I was aiming for a similar atmosphere in some of the Kaymala hostel scenes, but I think it worked out better this time. 

I'm the original idea this was going to be a school trip, with perhaps one of the teachers walking in and catching them at some point, but I wasn't too comfortable writing about under 18s so I decided to age them up. 

I've wanted for a while to write a story with a kind of "I'll piss anywhere because idgaf" attitude, especially with a group of people egging each other on. I was aiming for a different feeling than the Kaymala stories which are all about the easy nonchalance, and the Sarah on holiday / at university stories which are more about her getting off on being naughty, as well as her (and now Kim's) journey of discovery. I also thought it would be interesting to write without a POV character for once to see how well it worked. 

I kinda want to write more about these people - like Alfresco says there are lots of opportunities - my main worry is that I don't know much about skiing! 

 

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

On 1/27/2020 at 5:13 AM, new2this said:

You missed a paragraph of turning Jo from a dude to non binary.

Damn, I was sure I'd been careful to get it right. Apologies, wish I could edit it. 

[Lutab 1,054]

I would love to hear more about the week they have :)

[wetwulf 3,324]

3 hours ago, BeneathMyWillow said:

my main worry is that I don't know much about skiing! 

I wouldn't worry much about the specifics of it because focus isn't going to be on skiing. But you could get creative with thinks like pissing in ski suits and how sometimes it doesn't show and how it feels with all the layers of clothes on underneath. And of course peeing directly into the snow. Just have fun with it.

[MVPee 101]

Nonbinary inclusion! Really liked this one, super hot.

[Lutab 1,054]

On 1/29/2020 at 7:20 PM, wetwulf said:

I wouldn't worry much about the specifics of it because focus isn't going to be on skiing. But you could get creative with thinks like pissing in ski suits and how sometimes it doesn't show and how it feels with all the layers of clothes on underneath. And of course peeing directly into the snow. Just have fun with it.

Or peeing off the ski lift. Maybe have unsuspecting people underneath.