Ski Trip 3: The Queue for the Ski Lift

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

Hi everyone, back with the next part of this series. The first part is here, and the second part is here. It contains wetting and naughty indoor peeing, with elements of pee vandalism (though nothing overly malicious).

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The students stood in a line, stamping their feet against the cold. Each was wrapped up in coats, ski pants and salopettes, with bulky boots on their feet, and a pair of skis held clumsily in their arms. The queue stretched out ahead of them, winding back and forth into the building from which the chairlift would carry them up the mountain.

The cold was not the only issue for the students. They had each drunk a couple of mugs of ski hostel tea and coffee to warm themselves up over breakfast, and for at least some of the students, the liquid had worked its way through them and now wanted to be released.

“Why didn’t you just piss in the room before we left?” Helen asked. “That’s what we did.”

The hostel that they were staying in was drastically under-equipped with bathrooms, only one per floor, which had led these students to finding some unusual alternatives.

“What are you, my mother?” Kelly snapped. “I thought it would be nice to piss in a proper toilet for once this trip.”

“Same here,” said Will. “There’ll be some public ones up ahead, I’m sure.”

“They’ll be gross, though,” said Chloe. “Public toilets in places like this always are. Peeing on the carpet will feel civilised by comparison.”

The queue inched forward, and the students rounded a corner.

“There, see?” Will said, pointing at the ‘WC’ sign they could now see over the heads of the crowd. A second later his face fell, seeing the long line of people queueing for the toilets.

“What is it with this place and not providing enough loos?” said Kelly.

“And they’re charging a euro a head,” Steve pointed out. “Fuck that.”

“We can hold your place in this queue if you want to go stand in that queue instead?” Jo offered.

Kelly pulled a face. “Nah, I’m good.”

“Are you gonna wait until we get to the top of the mountain?” Jo said. “I dunno if there’ll be any up there.”

“I’m not gonna wait,” said Kelly, lowering her voice. “I’m just gonna go.”

For a second they all looked at her, confused. Then their eyes moved down to Kelly’s crotch, which had suddenly started to glisten. Her salopettes were black, so the wet patch was difficult to notice, but once you knew to look for it it was unmistakable.

“Oh, eww,” said Nicole. “You dirty cow.”

“Keep your voice down,” said Kelly. “Don’t attract attention.”

The wet patch spread quickly down Kelly’s legs. Seconds later there was a dripping sound, so quiet it was difficult to hear, and a puddle started to form on the concrete around her boots. She breathed a deep sigh.

“Christ, it’s so good to let it out,” she said.

“Well, I’m not gonna do that,” said Nicole. “I’d rather pay a euro than piss myself.”

“She’s still going, look,” said Steve, who was watching the wet patch now spread upwards, soaking through Kelly’s underwear and hugging her buttocks.

“Yeah, all right,” said Kelly. “Feel free to stare at something else.”

She adjusted her trousers, where the wet material was clinging to her.

“You all done now?” Nicole asked. “Feeling better?”

“Take the mick all you like,” said Kelly. “I don’t need to piss anymore and I saved a euro.”

“Well, I’m going to the bog,” said Nicole. “Who else is coming?”

She, Will and Steve peeled off from the group, leaving their skis with the others, and joined the line for the toilets. The line moved slowly, and they were waiting for a good five minutes before they reached the turnstile and paid their euro each.

Once inside, they each felt a sense of dismay. The line stretched even further ahead, along a sort of corridor past a line of sinks, before reaching the cubicles. From here they could see that there were only four cubicles, all unisex, and at least one seemed to be out of order. The queue of men and women ahead were all in various stages of visible desperation. Most obviously, a French girl a couple of places ahead of them in the queue was holding her crotch and whispering urgently with her friends.

On top of this, as Chloe had predicted, the place was disgusting. The tiled floor was covered in half-melted snow and mud from outdoors, and a powerful smell of shit and stale urine hung around the poorly-ventilated air. Despite the steep entry price, it seemed like a long time since the place had been cleaned.

“Man, fuck this,” said Steve.

“What?” said Nicole.

“I paid my euro, I’m not waiting any longer.”

“Why, what are you going to do?” asked Will.

“What do you think?” said Steve, undoing his flies.

“Seriously, here?” asked Nicole.

“Why not?” said Steve, turning to face the nearest wall. “If they don’t like it, they should give us better toilets.”

Nicole said, “Fuck it, you’re right,” and started fighting with the clips on her salopettes. Will still looked hesitant, but he didn’t want to be outdone by Steve, who was now pissing like a racehorse against the side of the corridor. Will lowered his own flies and stepped up next to Steve, at the same time as Nicole managed to pull her trousers down and sank into a high squat in the middle of the corridor.

The people immediately in front of and behind them in the queue had stepped away as soon as they realised what was happening. The entire line of people were watching, some giving them dirty looks, others looking shocked, others laughing.

The French girl a few metres away, the one who was holding herself in desperation, whispered something to her friends. They said something back, and she gave an angry reply. Suddenly she started undoing her own belt, pulled her pants down, and made a low squat beside Nicole. The two girls exchanged relieved smiles as their streams splashed off the tiled floor.

Further ahead in the queue, two men exchanged looks, shrugged, and stepped up to face two of the sinks. An older man lowered his trousers and started to piss against the door of the out-of-order cubicle. It seemed that all it had taken was one person to break the ice.

Around Steve, Will, and Nicole, a puddle the width of the corridor had formed. They surveyed the mess as they finished up, then made their hasty way out to rejoin their friends.

[wetwulf 3,324]

That was awesome @BeneathMyWillow. I can only imagine how great the rest of the ski trip is going to be.

[MrSonata 208]

Love that Kelly just wet herself so casual. Interesting to see if any of the others will have no choice then to wet them self's in the slope or something. Looking forward to the rest of the trip.   

[Paulypeeps 5,287]

I quite agree. I just love the nonchalance of Kelly's wetting.

[Ms. Tito 2,396]

Poggers

[Lutab 1,052]

Hot story! I preferred the first two with peeing on the carpet, but this was great too. Keep it up 🙂