Picnic with the girls

[paatujo 174]

[contains female desperation, peeing and naughty peeing]

 

Picnic with the girls

It was a warm summer day. Not too hot, but just hot enough for it to be pleasantly warm even after sunset. Clara was sitting on the grass in a small inner city park with three of her friends, enjoying an evening picnic. Or actually it was more like an excuse to drink out with the clubs being closed due to Covid restrictions. Nonetheless, it was a very pleasant way to spend the evening, and the park was scattered with other groups that seemed to have had the same idea. Emily had brought a case of cider, most of the girls had brought bottles of wine, and also beer was handed around by somebody. Clara had a bottle of wine and a few mixed drinks with her, but immediately helped herself to some of Emily's cider. Obviously they did have their picnic blanket covered with more food than drink, but the drink was constantly being consumed, the food not so much. At least it looked like a proper picnic. 

After maybe less than two hours of chatting, gossip, commenting on bypassers and going over recent events, Jennie was the first to ask if the area had any toilets. The topic had sort of been mentioned in the group chat while planning the picnic, but nobody had really made sure in advance. The girls paused, looked at each other, and burst out giggling. "Better not stay out too long if not", said Clara. "Of all things I might do, I'm not going to pee in a bush." She felt the need approaching herself, but not urgently. "I could also use one now. Shall we go looking around?" asked Emily, looking at Jennie and getting up from the blanket. "Just don't take too long", commented Caroline. Jennie reassured her, took a handful of tissues from the picnic basket, and began walking off with Emily.

Clara and Caroline continued their chat about some recent events, gossip, or gossip about recent events, sipping more wine and occasionally even nibbling on cookies, crackers and grapes that decorated their blanket. They had been sitting there for maybe half an hour, when Caroline, already slightly drunk, looked around nervously. It was getting a bit dark, but Emily and Jennie were nowhere to be seen. "Where the fuck are those two", she said sounding both annoyed and desperate. Clara just answered "yeah", being quite desperate herself. If Emily and Clara had returned soon after leaving and said there was no toilet, she could have just left early and gone home. But now she wasn't sure what to do, as she probably could not hold it for the bus ride home. She strongly disliked the idea of peeing outside, as she had some very unpleasant experience of being seen and harassed while peeing at a festival a year or two back. "Would you look after our stuff if I go find somewhere to wee?" asked Caroline while shuffling her feet in the grass. Before Clara could think of an answer, they were interrupted by Jennie exclaiming "We're back!" and sitting on the blanket with Emily. "What a journey", began Emily. "We went to the first toilet block, which of course had a sign saying it was closed due to Covid. Then we found a second one a few hundred meters further, that was just fucking locked for no reason. Then we came back here, and there's finally an open toilet on the opposite side of the park. And of course there were blokes pissing on like every fucking tree we walked past." Clara quickly gulped down the remainders of her cider and glass of wine. "So where is the toilet?" she asked while getting up and realising how drunk she was. Caroline was also on her feet, as Jennie gave them directions. "Oh, there's no toilet paper there. And the line is longer than you would wish" said Emily while handing out tissues. "Shit" whispered Clara as she started off walking with Caroline.

It was only maybe a two minute walk, but Emily had been right. The further they walked, the more men they saw standing against trees. Both were too desperate to be very talkative, but they did comment on how guys have it so easy, and how a penis would surely be useful for not only sex. As the toilet block on the edge of the park came into view, they both cursed at the view; a line maybe twenty meters long snaked from the toilet across the pathway and out onto the sidewalk. But there was not much else they could do than to join the line.

Clara was really fidgeting at this point, and Caroline was also too desperate to stand still. The line ahead of them moved slowly, and by the looks of them, many others had also waited a bit long before trekking out to the toilet. Most others in the line were also girls, although a few men also stood in line. "Look at those guys" slurred Caroline oblivious to how intoxicated she sounded. "I'm sure they would just pee on trees like all the other men, but maybe their girls won't let them" she went on and began giggling at her own assumption. "Or maybe their dicks are tiny, and they don't want to risk anybody seeing!" Clara and Caroline shared a laugh while attracting a few annoyed or amused looks from the line. Clara felt like she was about to leak from laughing, and the laughter soon died down. Perhaps Caroline felt the same.

"I wonder if I could go pee beside a tree", Caroline said while bobbing up and down and pressing both hands into her crotch. Clara looked at her with a look of disappointment, to which she quickly corrected that she was not seriously going to do so. "But I fucking will soon if this line doesn't move! I'm not going to wet myself, I just bought these shoes last week! And this is my favorite skirt too." Clara didn't know what she would do if the line didn't move. She would definitely not bare herself in public, so there was not much left to do if the line wasn't fast enough. At least she was wearing a sundress, so most of the damage would be to her knickers and shoes. The line crept forward ever so slowly, but some mostly silent and desperate minutes later the girls found themselves standing in front of the door. The toilet block was only a single unisex stall, though wheelchair accessible and therefore not the tiniest building. "Fucking fuck!" exclaimed Caroline while bobbing about. "I'm about to fucking piss myself!" She frantically looked around, as if preparing to dash off to the nearest reasonable hiding place, but there was nothing good around. Clara would probably have looked around in exactly same manner, had she been able to consider peeing outside. Just then, the door opened and a very relieved girl stumbled out.

Clara was the first to bolt through the door. Caroline very quickly followed and locked it behind them. "Eww, what a mess", she stated while looking around. The floor was flooded and littered with pieces of toilet paper, the sink was clogged, and the walls covered with poorly removed graffiti. If it weren't for a small drain in the corner, there would probably have been enough liquid on the floor to ruin their shoes. "I don't care, I gotta pee" breathed Clara, who was hitching up her dress. She then yanked down her knickers, leaned into a high squat and immediately began a strong hissing stream into the toilet. Some of it splattered the seat, but she may have been too relieved and too drunk to notice. Clara closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling. "I'm not waiting for you", blurted Caroline as she began to pull up her mid lenght skirt, dragged down her knickers and squatted. Clara opened her eyes as she heard a second stream, and saw her friend squatting next to the sink with a puddle forming under her on the already wet floor. She laughed, they both laughed. Some time later Clara's stream began to die down, splattered the seat again and ended. She wiped and pulled up her knickers, while Caroline still continued adding to her massive foamy puddle, which was now slowly flowing towards the drain in the corner. "Much better", she laughed after her hiss had come to an end. She wiped, throwing her tissue into her puddle, and the girls then washed their hands in the clogged sink. "It's a bit like flushing, right?" smirked Clara as water began overflowing onto the floor. Caroline burst out laughing and agreed. The girls then walked out. The next girl rushed in as soon as they had stepped out, not even waiting for the door to close all the way before beginning to hike up her skirt and revealing some red lace. Clara and Caroline began walking back towards their picnic blanket, where Emily and Jennie would be waiting.

 

(to be continued)

Edit: Some mistakes with continuity regarding the girls' clothes were made, so I corrected the first part to better fit with the next two. Also some other small corrections were made.

 

Edited November 19, 2020 by paatujo

[naught 26]

Looking forward to the second part!

[paatujo 174]

Enjoy the second part. The third and final part might also be finished in the near future. I guess the correct way is to post the parts here in the same topic, these aren't really very functional is standalone stories (or are they?) so new topics seem a bit unnecessary. Although maybe it's a question of taste.

I also have a feeling I may be returning to these characters for another story at some point 😉

 

Picnic with the girls, chapter 2

Clara and Caroline sat down on the blanket, and both opened a can of beer. "How was the line?" asked Emily and took a sip of wine. "Long", replied Clara. "Long enough that after we finally got in, this bitch just pissed on the floor!" she went on, causing the four of them to crack up with laughter. "Hey, a girl's gotta go when a girl's gotta go, right?" Caroline defended while still giggling and trying to gulp down her beer. "Yeah, I guess we've all been there. Reminds me of a time I was shopping, and hadn't even been drinking or anything", Jennie began. "Or maybe I'll tell that story some time when I'm more drunk, it's quite embarrassing really". The rest of the girls protested some, but the conversation soon went on to other topics. Their picnic basket was beginning to fill with empty bottles and cans, and the four of them were already all clearly under the influence. Other groups were starting to leave the park, although the area was illuminated well enough to stay even after darkness had fallen. 

Jennie poured the the remainder of a wine bottle into a glass, and tried to fit the empty bottle into their picnic basket. It wouldn't fit, and so she declared she would go drop off the empties, and began gathering them into a plastic bag. Caroline emptied another can of beer and handed it to her. "I'll be back shortly", Jennie said and walked away, while the others continued chatting about a reality show they had been following. Clara absently watched as Jennie staggered towards a bin a hundred or so meters away. Jennie stuffed her bag of empties into the bin and then disappeared behind it for a minute. She then returned and calmly sat back where she had been, taking a gulp of wine. "Did you just pee out there?" Clara interrupted the conversation. Jennie smiled while taking another sip. "What, were you watching?" she giggled, causing them all to giggle a little. "But it was out in the open! Anyone could have seen." "Relax", said Jennie and emptied her glass. "Nobody was looking. And besides, I squatted on the darker side of the bin. If anybody saw, they had to be really looking. And there were two guys doing the same against trees while I walked there, so why can't girls pee too?" Clara didn't feel like arguing against this, but she herself would definitely walk to the toilet block when she needed to. Even if it was far away, quite dirty and had a line. "I wish I'd remembered to take a tissue, I don't like this damp feeling" Jennie commented and opened a cider. It was her last one, and the others were also low on their drinks.

"You two talking about peeing are really making me have to go", Caroline said. She had been shifting around looking uncomfortable for some time, and it was clear that she would need to pee soon. "I think I'll check to see when the last bus leaves", she went on while pulling out her phone, continuing to shuffle and moving to the edge of their blanket. She began bunching up her skirt with one hand, and the other girls began to realise what she had in mind. "You're not going to..." began Clara, to which Caroline just looked at her and grinned. She sat on the grass next to their blanket, skirt bunched up from under her and legs slightly apart. To anyone not paying attention this would not look at all suspicious, and in the dimly lit park nobody would even see much from far away. Her face was lit by browsing her phone, as she reached under her skirt and pulled her knickers aside revealing a neatly trimmed pussy. As soon as her knickers were out of harm's way, a strong jet of pee shot out and began pattering into the grass. "You dirty cow!" laughed Emily and pulled out her phone. "Don't send that to anyone else then", Caroline said as the flash went off, her pee now loudly hissing and splashing into the drenched grass. Clara and Jennie couldn't help cackling at the situation. 

It reminded Clara of her own rapidly growing need, but their drinks were almost finished, so she could surely wait until they left the park and use the facilities on the way out. Caroline finished peeing and asked for tissues. "Fuck", she added. "I thought the puddle would flow further away." Clara found this very amusing and couldn't stop giggling, but soon had to as she felt a leak escape and dampen her knickers. She was pressing her thighs together in desperation at this point, and was eager to leave soon. Jennie handed a bundle of tissues to Caroline, who got up and began wiping under her skirt. Clara finished her last drink and started packing up their stuff, and Emily also drained hers. Jennie was still sipping on her cider, but agreed that they should pack up. She too pulled out her phone to check train schedules.

After not too long, Jennie had also finished her drink. The rest of the girls had already gotten up and were staggering around the blanket, taking in their drunken states after sitting down for so long. They gathered the rest of their stuff, and began wandering towards Caroline's bus stop, which was on the nearest side of the park. The girls said their goodbyes there as Caroline's bus came into view, each girl leaving in different directions. Clara would have walked a few blocks in the same direction as Jennie, but decided to first walk across the park to the toilets. Not really worth asking Jennie to wait, she thought as she hastily made her way back into the park.

Now that she was alone and not paying attention to her friends, she took note of how many men there were watering trees in the park. Most picnic groups had already left, and the remainder were clearly even more sloshed than she was. Clara really wished she had a penis, it would surely be the best feeling in the world to just walk over and let loose against a tree, with no care of anyone seeing or making a sexual approach. One tree had a girl leaning on one side with her back against the tree and pants at her knees, and a guy leaning on the other side, both peeing heavily into the already soaked grass. By the glances they were giving each other, it seemed like they were about to do a lot more together that night. "Good for them", thought Clara enviously and picked up her pace, desperately hoping the toilet block wouldn't have a long line. 

Clara then walked by a playground situated at the side of the the park. As she was approaching, she saw a girl coming out of a playhouse while buttoning her shorts. Clara scowled at the idea of peeing there, but in her desperation admitted that she might have too sometimes considered resorting to such measures, if she were still able to pee outside that is. The girl joined a young man who was waiting by the swings, and the two kissed passionately. Clara hurried on, taking shorter and shorter steps while pressing her legs together.

Finally Clara reached the toilet, and was shocked to see it was locked for the night. To add insult to injury, a drunk man walked up next to Clara, tugged on the door and after finding it locked, just whipped out his penis right next to her. Clara hurried away with tears in her eyes as the man began to shower the wall of the building. No clubs or restaurants would be open with the Covid restrictions, and where else could she go? The train station might have an open toilet if she was very lucky, but it was in the wrong direction and she would miss her bus if she even tried to walk there. She hustled back through the park, trying not to look at the men that seemed to be occupying every tree she glanced at. She briefly thought about the playground, but concluded that peeing there would be almost as distasteful as wetting herself, if not even more so. Besides, a group of boys were now sitting next to the playhouse, seemingly circulating a bottle of vodka. There was no way she would go there, she though while walking past and feeling a spurt escape. She stuffed a hand into her crotch and hurried towards her bus stop.

 

(to be continued)

[paatujo 174]

I found the inspiration to finish the final part, so please enjoy the complete story. As always, any feedback or criticism is appreciated and encouraged 🙂

 

Picnic with the girls, chapter 3

As Clara walked out of the park into the street, she was washed over by a new wave of desperation. If only she had a boyfriend with her to stand guard, she could maybe just find a secluded corner and pee. Or any friend for that matter! That's when any friends are most useful, to stand guard when one is caught short outside. If only she had known that at that festival a couple of years ago, maybe she wouldn't dread peeing outside so much now. It would make sense to just ignore what had happened then, and to assume this was a safe city for a girl to bare herself at night, but she couldn't. She would still rather wet herself. But maybe if one of the girls were still here, she just might be desperate enough to consider it. Fuck! She should have just joined Jennie and asked for her to cover, instead of hiking back to the toilet block to find it locked. Clara pressed her legs together even more firmly and walked along taking even smaller steps, growing more desperate by the minute.

Clara was able to keep her knickers mostly dry until she was only about a hundred meters from her bus stop. Right in front of her, the door of a building suddenly swung open into the sidewalk, and a man looking like a maintenance worker stepped out carrying a tool box. This startled her enough for her to jump up and briefly leak some more. She had a hard time cutting the flow, and even though the damage wasn't bad, she knew she couldn't hold on for much longer. She would surely lose it on the bus, if she didn't find somewhere to relieve her aching bladder before that.

The man wasn't even bad looking. If she had been less desperate, she may have had some tipsy flirt with him. He apologised after seeing he had startled Clara, got into a van parked in front of the door, and drove off. The building door closed slowly with an expressionless thud, which Clara suddenly realised was not the sound of a lock clicking. She turned back, glanced around and went back to the door. It was unlocked.

In her drunken state, Clara wasn't sure what kind of salvation she was hoping to find behind the door. She was slightly disappointed to see it was just a stairwell to a normal inner-city apartment building, but bobbing up and down with both hands deep in her crotch, she decided to see what it had to offer. She hurried up one flight of stairs, and then another. Taking the lift came to mind, but she feared stopping would make her lose control altogether. She just continued hurrying upwards, reasoning that the further up she was, the more time she would have to react if somebody approached. She lost count of how many floors up she sprinted. Maybe six or seven. Eventually she saw that the stairs went no further up, and decided this would have to do. 

Clara set her bag down on the landing between the two top floors. Doing a pee dance and feeling the most desperate she had ever been, she pulled up her dress, yanked her knickers down to her thighs and sat on the steps facing down. Her butt was on the landing and her feet two steps down. After she had sat there for no more than a second, a quietly hissing dribble of pee pattered onto the first step. She was very nervous about the noise it was making, but the relief felt too good to even consider stopping. The dribble soon grew into a steady flow, puddling on the step and splashing louder, then the hissing and splashing were joined by the tinkle of a stream dripping down to the next step. It began puddling around her shoes, but Clara was again too drunk and too relieved to care. Her steam still gained force and splashed onto the step loud enough to echo in the stairwell, to which Clara awoke and restrained her peeing to a more quiet stream. This was better than most sex she had recently had, she sighed while continuing to empty her swollen bladder onto the stairs for a good minute. At last she pushed out one last spurt and reached to her bag for a tissue, taking care to savor the feeling as she rubbed her pussy dry and dropped the tissue. She then got up, pulling up her knickers in the process. She almost lost balance while getting up, remembering again how drunk she was. It was actually quite a comical idea to fall down stairs covered in one's own pee, and she began giggling as she grabbed her bag and started walking down the steps while smoothing the hem of her dress. Clara admired the puddle she had made, which started at the landing and had dribbled almost ten steps down. She then realised it was also dribbling over the sides of the steps, and splashing loudly as it fell six floors down. She hurried out as fast as she could, almost tripping in the process, and as she was on the second floor, she heard a door opening a few floors up. Her heart racing, she ran to the street door, only to find it locked! "Fucking shit", she whispered to herself, but then noticed that it could be opened from the inside like locks often can. She sighed and stepped out. The door closed slowly behind her, giving an audible click. Clara tried to look as innocent as possible while strolling to the bus stop. She even had a minute or two to spare, and felt absolutely wonderful.

The bus came and Clara got on. She was one of only a few passengers there, and had the rear of the bus all to herself. She pulled out her phone and noticed Emily had sent a set of snaps to their group chat. Clara began going through them. The first was a grimacing selfie, titled "Should have peed before we left the park #gottapeeffs". Then another with an even more desperate face, and the title "Gonna have to find somewhere". A picture of a quiet side street with shops, titled "Hmmmmm". Then a set of videos with Emily squatting in a shop doorway, shorts lowered to her knees.  She was peeing a torrent onto the doormat with a loud hissing, audible even to Clara as she watched it on the bus. A puddle had completely saturated the mat and doorstep, and was flowing out into the street. Emily seemed to be having fun. She looked like she was almost laughing while filming her relief, and the title read "A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do".

Clara smiled and put her phone away, enjoying the calm vibrations of the bus. Yeah, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

Edited November 19, 2020 by paatujo

[thisisme1221 20]

Great stories!

[thisguy20 869]

Very nice story. 

[whiskey35 295]

Great set of stories @paatujo. Any possibility of the girls having another picnic?

Edited November 21, 2020 by whiskey35

[paatujo 174]

Thank you all! And it is indeed possible that the girls will be out drinking some time again, if I'm inspired by something to write about such a scenario. These stories are quite spontaneous, and it's quite hard to say in advance when and what I'll write next. But I'm sure something will be posted at some point, I really enjoy writing these and getting feedback. And writing these is a good way to use a language I otherwise use very little in everyday life.

 

[Ppgirl 553]

This is wonderful, so hot. I enjoyed reading your stories 😏🥰