Hotel part 4: Shopping Trip

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includes peeing in public places

“Good morning,” Clary heard in her ear and she smiled, shifting under the covers. She had fallen asleep thinking of the day before, wondering how this had slowly become her life. She had gone from being extremely bladder shy to her girlfriend opening her eyes to the ideas of exhibitionism and using the bathroom in public. Not just in public bathrooms, but just anywhere. And it was fun.

After she had peed in the plant behind her chair, she had felt so much better. And it was exciting, knowing that there had been three people around that could’ve caught her but didn’t. Izzy had watched her, and had chuckled. Izzy was so much more brazen than her, so much more fun. She motioned for Clary to join her in the pool, and once they got in she moved to the side and sat on the edge of the pool, her back to the couple. She pretended to hold a conversation with Clary as she parted her legs slightly, reaching down between them and pulling her bathing suit to the side. She sighed and relaxed, pissing straight into the water of the pool. The sound of her release covered by the splashing of the pool, but Clary could see and hear everything. More than anything, she impressed by her ability to just not give a fuck.

Izzy kissed her once they were awake, running her hand through her hair to push it out of her face. “Let’s go shopping today,” she said, looking over her naked form under the covers. “It’ll be fun.”

“Yeah okay, sure,” she said as she slowly woke up. Clary stretched and groaned, feeling the pressure in her bladder. “Gotta pee, then we can get ready.”

“Let’s take a shower,” Izzy offered, kissing her cheek.

They got into the shower and as Clary felt the water run over her body, her bladder released without a second thought. She blushed as she smelled the faint smell of a first piss of the day, hoping Izzy didn’t know what she was doing.

Izzy always knew what she was doing though.

They got out and got dressed, taking an Uber to the mall. Malls in different towns felt so different, and they felt like they could do anything. No one knew them there. First stop, the food court. They both got large drinks and they sipped on them as they walked around the mall. Izzy lead her into a home goods store, squeezing her hand. They walked through, pointing at different pictures and stuff that they’d love to put in their apartment. Izzy licked her lips and looked around, leading her into the bathroom section. “I really have to pee,” she whispered.

Clary still couldn’t believe what she was hearing, even if this wasn’t unusual anymore. But this was broad daylight, in a store with cameras. This wasn’t an alley or a dark movie theater.

Izzy lead her down the aisles until they found a mock bathroom, set up to display the shower curtains and bath mats they offered at the store. She looked at the display toilet and back at Clary before moving towards it. “I mean, I have to go in a toilet right? That’s the polite way?” she teased, looking to make sure there was no associates around before she pulled down her pants. She sat on the toilet like she was in a real bathroom and leaned her arms on her legs as she let go, pissing hard into the ceramic. There was no water in the bowl, so for a solid few seconds it was just liquid hitting bowl before finally there was enough standing piss that all you could hear was water hitting water. “Do you have to go too, honey?” she asked casually, like it was nothing. Clary shook her head, nervous. Nervous that with every passing second, they could get caught. Izzy was going for an usually long amount of time, but it didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest. All she cared about was that she was peeing. Finally her stream slowed and stopped, and she shook her ass a little before pulling back up her clothes. They slipped away and walked out of the store, Izzy still acting like nothing strange happened.

“Where to next?” she asked and Clary shrugged. She was starting to feel the pressure build again, but she didn’t know where would be the right place. But she knew Izzy would know. They wandered around for a while longer, just sipping drinks and browsing stores. Clary was starting to grow desperate and they both knew it, so why was Izzy waiting so long to find her somewhere? Finally they made it to a kitchen supply store, and Izzy got a glint in her eye that made Clary nervous again. They went to a shelf with large pots and pans and bowls, and she pulled a stock pot off the shelf and sat in on the floor. “Now,” she said easily and Clary’s heart leapt in her chest. Now?

But she had to go, now, so it was either this or in her pants.

So she closed her eyes and pulled down her pants just enough before squatting over the pot.

The sound of her hard stream hitting the inside of the empty pot was thunderous, like everyone in the city could hear her and know exactly what she was doing. But she was too desperate, too far gone, and she couldn’t slow it down, not at all. She tried to hurry up, the sound getting louder as she pissed harder. Fuck, she was going to get caught. She wasn’t even 100% finished when she finally pulled up her pants, her panties a little damp from the few lingering drops that slipped out of her as she forced Izzy to leave quickly, afraid of what people would say. Afraid that someone could’ve known what she did.

But at the same time, it was a little fun.

Edited January 26, 2020 by justanotheromoaccount