My Vacation With My Best Friend

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This story contains pool peeing, anilingus, and getting caught peeing in naughty places.

 

This is my first erotica and it’s certainly tailored to my own tastes, but I hope you can all enjoy it too. Any comments you may have are much appreciated. I’m quite interested in knowing what you all thought of my first post. 🙂
 

 

 

I’m going to tell you all about the most erotic thing I ever experienced. It was on my first trip abroad without my family, and, although I hadn’t realized it at the time, being unfettered from the need to appear as a good girl to my parents finally let me sate my long-standing desire to piss somewhere naughty.

 

Of course, I wasn’t on this trip alone. My best friend, Lisa, and I decided at the end of our freshman year that we would travel somewhere together over the summer break. She and I had been friends since we were in early elementary. In fact, we were friends since my curiosity in naughty peeing had been born as she was the reason for it. Our parents knew each other and naturally wanted us, being girls of the same age, to get along too, and so I was invited over to her house for a play date. Almost as soon as introductions were exchanged through our parents, we were left alone in her room to play. Her bubbly personality had taken shape even back then and immediately upon entering her room, she eagerly suggested we play hide-and-seek. Her energy was contagious and I enthusiastically agreed. She ran off giggling in search of a hiding place while I waited and counted aloud. Honestly, she hid really well since I spent twenty fruitless minutes in search of her on her house’s upper floor, exhausting all potential hiding spots before a muffled tinkling sound coming from the bathroom drew my attention. I opened the door and saw Lisa with her back half facing me, legs spread, panties around her ankle, wearing the most elated smile on her face as she pissed for all she was worth into the empty bathtub. She was sat atop the bathtub edge with her right hand on the floor behind her, stabilizing her as she cocked her head back far enough for me to see the stars in her eyes as she spread her pussy lips apart with her left hand, allowing her golden fountain to arc up uninterrupted before cascading down onto the bathtub drain. I was entranced. She was having so much fun releasing a golden stream of pee into a bath in a way I never thought anyone would use. My entrance hadn’t disturbed her, not that I would’ve wanted it. In that moment, I just wanted to take in what was happening, so I watched her as she emptied her bladder in utter jubilation, sending a torrent of her hot piss arcing into the air, cresting on level with her head before falling back down, splashing golden droplets all over the bathtub. Even as her stream waned, her ecstatic smile remained, but I knew I couldn’t stay to see the moment when it finally left her face because I didn’t her to know I was spying on her carrying out her need to piss in such a naughty way. I quietly left the bathroom, waited a few minutes in her room, giving her enough time to redress and go back to her hiding spot before reentering the bathroom in search of her. Surprisingly, her hiding spot wasn’t even that good as I spotted her hiding behind the shower curtain immediately upon reentry. Fittingly, evidence of her deed wasn’t difficult to spot either since the bathtub still had traces of her stream, escaping as short, golden rivulets down the shower drain. I never commented on it and she just acted surprised I found her, giddily leading me back to her room, whereupon we decided to play another round of hide-and-seek where I would be the one hiding.

 

Lisa and I were now each nineteen and perfect complements to one another. She was an outgoing, personable blonde with a salacious physique, endowed with plump, gourd-like breasts, which were overlooked by men, who invariably favoured her stacked, curvy ass. Although never forthright about it, she preferred it this way, a fact that was easy for me to glean from the many times I’ve heard her ask her boyfriends to tongue-fuck her asshole in our shared dorm room when she thought I was asleep. Not being as commanding as she is, I’ve never asked a man to service my asshole with his tongue, but from the sight of her curvaceous figure bent over on her bed with her arms outstretched, reaching for and spreading apart her ass cheeks, inviting her beau’s ravenous tongue to draw swirls over her insatiable asshole, which induced enraptured moans and squeals from her other end, I couldn’t help but imagine myself in the same position as her. Every time I caught her in the act, I couldn’t resist sending a hand over my fair-sized breasts and down into my panties to rub my auburn-haired pussy to orgasm. Yet, sometimes she would still be moaning even after I climaxed, so I would continue rubbing my pussy with the same hand while slicking the other in my juices so that I could use it to probe my ass in the same way the beau’s tongue had been probing Lisa’s ass.

 

However, I wasn’t expecting her to see any action of that sort on this trip since it was only us two that went. The tropical breeze greeted us as soon as we stepped out of the Havanan airport. It was unbelievably refreshing after a 10-hour flight, but our tiredness overtook our desire to explore, so we retreated to our shared suite in the Hotel Nacional for the night.

 

When I awoke the next day, Lisa was in top form, cheerily shaking away my morning lethargy because she wanted us to visit the hotel pool before it got too crowded. We both dressed in our bathing suits, she in her yellow, high-waisted two-piece, the back of which was greedily swallowed by her ass cheeks, and me in my black, string bikini that scantly covered my trimmed, auburn bush, which peaked ever so slightly from the top of my bottoms. We donned our sunglasses and meagrely covered our bodies with our collegiate t-shirts that left our lower bodies completely on display before heading down to the pool.

 

We set up on adjacent lounge chairs facing the pool, took off our shirts, and jumped in the pool’s clear-blue water. We waded around and chatted of our excitement of finally travelling together and how fantastic a choice the Cuban capital had been with its pastel colonial buildings and liberating, tropical atmosphere. There were scare few other patrons in the pool with it being so early. Whenever I was in a similarly uncrowded pool on trips with my family, I would always monopolize on the opportunity by swimming off to one of the pool’s corner, away from prying eyes, so that I can pull my bikini bottoms to the side and unleash a yellow stream of my pee directly into the shared water. Watching my pussy and short-trimmed bush peaking from behind my bikini was such a turn-on by itself, but revealing it just so I can satisfy my need to piss in such a compromising position made me feel so hot. The burgeoning need to play with myself always grew with every second I spent topping the pool up with my own piss; by the time my bladder was empty, the urge to spend a few more seconds with my pussy exposed just so I can rub it in full view of anyone who happened to look my way was nearly irresistible. I could never relinquish myself to my desire, however, as the embarrassment of being caught by one of my parents overwhelmingly outweighed the two or three second of bliss masturbating myself in public would bring me. 

 

Being that I was in the middle of a conversation with my best friend, I wouldn’t get the opportunity to succumb to my lewd desire of peeing directly into the pool, but that didn’t mean others were restricted from doing just that. My gaze wandered amongst the pool’s patrons until it settled on a shapely Cuban woman of about my age who was in the midst of performing an action I was all too familiar with. She was sat atop the pool’s ledge with her knees pointed outwards in opposite directions in such a way that her spread caramel-coloured thighs formed a perfect V-shape. She turned her head, scanning the pool for any gazes that may be upon her, missing mine thanks to my sunglasses obscuring from her my intent desire to watch her carry out what she was about to do. Once satisfied, the Cuban beauty inhaled and moved aside her pink bikini bottoms, revealing her caramel cunt just as it carefully released a languid stream of her piss into the pool. Despite being so brazen in uncovering her hairless pussy, it seemed like she didn’t want to get caught. She was completely inconspicuous save for the delicate flow of pee that escaped from between her thighs. I broke the pace of my conversation with Lisa to alert her of what this woman was doing, not to embarrass her, but share my awe at this woman’s boldness with my best friend. Somehow, Lisa couldn’t notice what she was doing. I kept nudging her and point my finger underwater, straight between the stranger’s legs, but Lisa couldn’t pick up on anything. I suppose the pitter-patter of her piss hitting water was inaudible over the ambient tropical noise and we were stood a fair distance away from the woman, but I thought Lisa must’ve blind not to notice what she was doing. Still, Lisa’s refusal to admit to seeing what was going on in front of her was slightly undermined by the movement of her left hand to the crotch of her yellow swimsuit. It almost escaped me, but even after noticing it, I thought witnessing this woman peeing was elevating Lisa’s own need to empty her bladder, so I didn’t question it.

 

However, this woman’s brazen display couldn’t go unnoticed by me. It was so erotic and was exactly what I wished I could do at that moment. With the pool having no more than a handful of patrons, it was without question what I would’ve been doing had Lisa not been here with me. Of course, I couldn’t lament over having my best friend vacationing with me, but just for this one moment, I wished I could’ve been alone to lie down on the deck with my legs splayed, releasing a torrent of my pee straight up into the air above the pool and watching it fall into and coalesce with the clear water of the hotel pool until I was thoroughly spent.

 

Suddenly, I realized I could find a way give into my desire away from everyone. The deck was empty enough to guarantee that no one would be in the poolside bathrooms. I excused myself to Lisa, telling her that I really needed to pee, and I made my way with fluttery steps to the women’s bathroom. Just as I thought, it was empty and my heart raced. Despite the rush of adrenaline, my mind was unwaveringly committed to what I was about to do. I walked straight up to the pristine sink bowl, yanked my bottoms down to my ankles, and stepped forward so that my bare pussy hovered over my porcelain receptacle. I admired the tremendously naughty sight reflected in the mirror: my dark-haired pussy was posed to flood the sink basin with my pee and I couldn’t resist quickly stroking it at the sight. I finally lost myself to my desire. I showered the alabaster basin with the hardest stream I could muster; as soon as the two made contact, my piss shot off the porcelain like fireworks, skyrocketing tiny, golden droplets everywhere: my piss spattered the mirror in front of me, it drenched the floor around the sink, and it even covered my nearly-naked body with warm driblets of urine that trickled down from my breasts back down to my pissing cunt. I was enraptured. I loved every sensation my body experienced at that moment. The sweet release of my bladder, while blissful, couldn’t compare to the release of my pent-up frustration that came from years of secretly wanting to have a naughty piss just like this. My eyes rolled back into my head, my head fell back as I leaned my hips closer towards the mirror, and the mirror, which I could just barely see in the corner of my vision, was reflecting the most overjoyed smile I ever made in my life. But just then, midway through my piss, as if by a twist of fate, I noticed a figure in the mirror behind me. My eyes lit up wide as saucers as I turned my head and saw Lisa standing behind me, taking in the show of me tarnishing this bathroom with my ferocious torrent of golden piss. I was mortified, but I couldn’t stop myself from pissing, much less summon up a single word to explain why she found me emptying my bladder everywhere in a bathroom but a toilet. My heart stopped.

 

 

I watched her flash a smile and walk up to me. She put her hand on my shoulder and reassured me: “Hey, don’t worry. I came here to do exactly what you’re doing now.” With that, my heart started beating again at a frantic pace as I watched my best friend bend over to drop her swimsuit bottoms to the floor, and in the process, she presented me with the sight of her curvy ass cheeks spread just barely wide enough for me to see both her unmistakably-slopping, blonde pussy and alluring asshole all at once. She kicked her bottoms aside, stepped right up to the neighbouring sink, and instead of pissing facing the mirror like I did, she turned around, splayed her legs wide and bent over, all in a sequence of elegant motions that betrayed her status as an experienced sink pisser. I gazed into her mirror, transfixed in her asshole, which widened as she bent lower. This was the sight that beckoned so many men to ream it with their tongues and cause Lisa to let out the sluttiest moans I’ve ever heard in my life. As my gaze fell lower, I was astonished just how wet her pussy was. Service from all the tongues in the world couldn’t make her asshole as moist as her cunt was in that moment. It hung over the lip of the basin in anticipation of a desperate release of piss for a mere second before unleashing what it had yearned to. Immediately, the sound of two intense fountains of piss echoed through that bathroom as Lisa and I both pumped our respective sinks full our pee. Suddenly, that hissing noise was momentarily interrupted by Lisa gleefully asking me to “watch this”. She took a step away from the sink so that all her piss hosed the floor instead of the sink and then she proceeded to wave her hips from side to side, creating a ferocious river that spread in all directions away from the base of the sink she had momentarily been hovering over. It was unbelievably sexy and I couldn’t resist trying it too. I stepped back and squatted down, aiming my pissing pussy directly at the river Lisa unleashed on the bathroom floor and I watched as it cannibalized my stream, forming a frothy, yellow rapid that raced across the floor towards the drain in the centre of the bathroom. We both finished the rest of our piss entirely on the floor. As, I began to stand up, my legs quivered and sent me off balance, but Lisa helped steady me even before she retrieved her bikini bottoms. I body was so hot and my mind raced relentlessly. I thanked her, she smiled and told me not to think anything of it.

 

Her words rung true. I couldn’t think at that moment. I wanted to question everything that had just happened, but a pressing need came to mind first. I simply told Lisa that “I had to take care of something”, and I quickly disappeared into the nearest bathroom stall. I sat down on the toilet and I finally gave into my desire to masturbate after pissing in public. I dove my right middle and ring fingers deep into my cunt while I used my left hand to rub my clit. I couldn’t contain any of the moans. They echoed in the bathroom as I squirmed while masturbating myself, leading only to my adding even more desperate, slutty moans to the ones escaped my lips before. I kept fucking myself at a faster and faster pace, ultimately bringing myself to a toe-curling orgasm right there in the stall with my best friend listening in on everything mere feet away, smiling at me from across the thin door.

Edited April 23, 2020 by throwaway6

[Lutab 1,052]

Great story. I’d live to hear about more naughty adventures on the trip! Maybe in the hotel or shops in town.

[Cuckoo42 1,274]

This needs to be made into a video clip

[daemoniak 614]

This is an amazing story, and I certainly wish that unlike its name suggests this account is not a throwaway and you'll be reading the comments... and regaling us with more.