Coffee and a movie (Kaymala pt 10)

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

Hi everyone, here with another Kaymala story. This carries on pretty directly from the shopping trip in the previous chapter, which I thought I posted recently but it turns out it was two months ago (what does time mean during lockdown?). Hope you're all keeping well. This isn't a series you need to read in order, but in case you want to part 1 is here, or if you want to follow Layla's arc so far you could read part 7, part 8, and part 9. This story contains nonchalant peeing, peeing in public, sex and nudity.

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The coffee shop was down on the ground floor of the mall, with a big, welcoming glass front. A row of customers on high stools sat facing the glass, with laptops or books perched on a narrow ledge. As Layla approached, she noticed one of these women spread her legs wide. The woman wore a short skirt with no underwear, and while she holding her book open with one hand, her other went down to her shaved vagina and spread her lips. A moment later, a clear stream of piss showered against the glass.

Layla stopped, staring at the way the stuff ran down the glass pane, at the way spots of reflected light danced on the girl’s bare legs. The piss ran down into a drain at the bottom of the window. The entire time, the woman didn’t take her eyes off the book she was reading, as though pissing in a cafe was as commonplace a thing to do as taking another sip of coffee.

Freya paused to look where Layla was looking, and gave the pissing girl an appreciative look over.

“Nice legs,” she commented to Layla. Layla blushed.

“I suppose I shouldn’t stare,” she said.

Freya shrugged. “Why not? I don’t think she minds.”

They made their way inside. Layla’s attention was immediately caught by a low moan that cut through the usual coffee shop hubbub. It came from two men who had a table in a corner. One man sat in an armchair with his trousers down, while the other knelt in front of him, running his mouth up and down the first man’s cock. Around them were couples resting from their shopping, friends nattering over coffee, and people reading books and newspapers -- people doing mundane things. Every so often someone would look over and smirk when a particularly loud moan came from the two men, but otherwise they acted for all the world as though nobody was having a blowjob within ten metres of them.

Freya had walked on ahead and found their friends, and she waved Layla over. Simon and Olivia had found a table for four, with soft, vinyl armchairs.

“I see you’ve been shopping,” said Simon, eyeing Layla’s new skirt. Layla blushed and looked down to make sure the flap at the front hung closed.

“What have you been doing?” asked Freya.

“We bought a couple of things for the hostel,” said Olivia. “New bedsheets, we wear through them quickly. And we had to go to the post office to sign a couple of forms.”

“We stood in line there for ages,” said Simon.

“I didn’t mind it,” said Olivia, smiling.

“There was a hot guy ahead in the queue,” said Simon. “Olivia was quite taken with him.”

“Not just hot,” said Olivia, “naked and hot. Very firm ass, he let me feel it. I thought he was into me.”

“You should have offered to fuck him,” said Freya.

“She did,” said Simon. “He said thanks, but he was busy.”

“He had such a great cock, as well,” said Olivia. “I wanted it inside of me.”

As she said this she leaned back in her chair, pulling her short dress up to her waist and spreading her bronze legs. Her stream of piss sprayed forwards, showering the floor under the table.

Freya and Layla went over to the counter to order. They joined a queue behind a blonde woman. As they reached her, she pulled her jeans and underwear down to her knees, revealing a rather full backside, and sank into a squat beside the counter. With one hand she held her jeans out of the way of her stream, which arced forwards and down to the wooden floor. Almost as soon as she started pissing, the barista leaned over the bar to ask her order. The pissing woman ordered a skinny latte, and the barista went about preparing it while the woman finished off. The barista reappeared to hand the woman a paper napkin which the woman gratefully used to wipe herself off before tossing it into a nearby bin.

When the blonde woman had taken her latte back to her table, the barista smiled at Layla and said something in Kaymalan. The barista was a short girl, with mousy hair and thick-rimmed glasses. Freya replied to her in the same language, then said in English, “My friend here is new to Kaymala. She arrived only yesterday.”

“Wow, you’re a tourist?” said the barista, giving Layla a big smile. “I hope you’ve been made welcome.”

“Very much, thank you,” said Layla politely. The barista met Freya’s eyes and both laughed. Layla blushed -- had she misunderstood something?

The girl busied herself making their drinks. “Will you do something around here this afternoon?” she asked as she worked.

“We might go to the cinema,” said Freya, “if there’s something good to see.”

“I recommend The Woman from Sukupoli,” said the barista. “It’s sort of a rom-com, I saw it last week. Here.”

She scribbled a phone number on their receipt and leant over the counter towards Layla.

“My shift ends at four,” she said. “If you want to be made welcome again, come find me.” She winked.

Layla thought she had a good idea what it meant to be “made welcome”, but she checked with Freya as they walked back to their table.

“Yes, she was offering to fuck you,” said Freya, chuckling. “Why don’t you go for it? Baristas, waiters, bartenders … they meet a lot of people, and they tend to have a lot of sex. She’ll probably be great at it.”

“Hmm,” said Layla.

Layla looked around at another moan from the couple in the corner, just in time to see the man in the armchair shudder and then relax. His partner stood up, panting, and wiped his mouth on a napkin before slumping into another chair. A few people nearby glanced around and smiled, but there was no other reaction from the other diners.

Back at the table, the four of them discussed what to do with their afternoon, and decided to check out the film that the barista had suggested. They finished their coffees and got up to leave, pausing only for Simon and Freya to take a leak against the nearby wall.

As they walked through the mall, Layla’s eyes were drawn to the fountain at the centre of the floor. At first she had thought it was some abstract modern art, but now she realised the shapes were two naked people, a man and a woman, in an unusual position. The man held the woman upside down, her legs splayed as though doing the splits above his head. Water fountained up from between the woman’s legs and poured down over the couple, while a second stream sprayed upwards from the man’s penis and onto the woman’s breasts before trickling down over her face.

Several people were sitting on the low wall around the fountain, bags of shopping at their feet. As Layla watched, a man walked up and pissed right into the water. A young woman sat only a metre away from him looked around curiously, but seemed to have no objection.

At the far end of the mall they passed through a set of glass doors and into the cinema lobby, which was darker and shabbier than the rest of the complex. Simon collected their tickets from a machine, they all bought drinks, and they passed by an attendant and into a wide corridor from which theatre rooms branched.

There was a door on this corridor signed toilets, but it didn’t seem to see much use. Instead the gutters that ran down both sides of the corridor, and the walls that were tiled up to waist height, glistened with wetness. Groups of people drifted along until they found their screen number, and paused to relieve themselves before going inside. Layla saw one girl walk out of a nearby theatre -- the sounds of some action movie blaring through the doors before they swung shut -- and saw her step a few paces away from the door, pull her jeans down and squat in the middle of the floor. A minute later she rose to her feet again and headed back inside the theatre.

They found screen five. Layla did need to pee, being the only one who hadn’t done so back at the cafe. Freya waited with her while the other two went inside to claim good seats. Layla was still nervous about peeing in public, but she didn’t want to be the only person to chicken out and use the toilets. A little hesitantly, she pulled up her skirt and sank into a squat by the drain. Her pee started off as a nervous trickle, then got steadily stronger. She liked the sound it made on the tiled floor. None of the people walking past paid her any mind, of course.

They went into the theatre, which was still playing adverts. Layla realised it wasn’t only the corridor outside that was used as a toilet. Just inside the doors was a girl in a high squat while her boyfriend held their drinks. Two more women were in low squats in the aisle that led up through the tiered seating, their pee dripping down over several steps before being caught in a drainage channel. And over there, a man had stood up from his chair to piss against the back of the chair in front. The sound of all these streams was drowned out by the sounds of the adverts.

Layla and Freya took their seats. As in so many places in Kaymala, the seats here were covered in waterproof vinyl rather than absorbent fabric. A few minutes later, two girls took the seats next to Layla. As they put down their bags one said something to the other, who seemed to agree, and then they both squatted on the floor and pissed.

Not long after this the adverts finished. The room was quiet apart from the pattering of a few last minute piss streams.

The film started with a sex scene, which shouldn’t have surprised Layla. It wasn’t as coy as the British or American films she’d seen -- nothing was hidden beneath bedclothes. Once the couple had finished their morning sex, the camera followed the young woman as she went through to the kitchen to make coffee, as she did a standing piss in the middle of the floor while waiting for the coffee to finish, and then as she gathered up her clothes ready to leave -- the boy she’d been fucking said ‘call me’ as she left, and she simply smiled. The dialogue was in Kaymalan, but subtitled into English so Layla could follow along.

After this introduction the story proper began. The girl apparently worked as a journalist, and her boss told her she had a special article to write -- a piece about life in some rural town in Sweden (Kaymala’s closest neighbour). The girl said she’d never left Kaymala before, but was happy to give it a try. She asked if she was staying in a hotel, and the boss said no, but … accommodation had been arranged.

It turned out the girl would be lodging with a Swedish family -- a fairly conservative, Lutheran family. She got off on very much the wrong foot with them by pissing in the corner of the dining room during dinner on her first evening, and by coming down to breakfast without a shirt on the next morning. She didn’t seem to understand why the Swedish family thought this was strange.

The film went on like this, with various hijinks arising from cultural misunderstandings between the girl and her hosts. The parents of the family seemed to take a strong dislike to the girl, but their grown-up son was quite taken with her, and soon the two were fucking each other wherever they could, out in the woods, in her room, in his car. Of course this led to more hijinks, as she didn’t understand the need to keep it secret from his parents, and once they found out more trouble ensued.

At this point Layla was distracted from the film by the girl in the seat next to her, who had slid down to crouch over the floor. The tinkling sound of her peeing on the plastic surface, still wet from her previous piss, was just audible in between the dialogue from the movie. The girl’s friend made some joke to her in an undertone, and the peeing girl giggled.

Back in the movie, the plot was moving on. From the son during one of their trysts, the Kaymalan visitor learned that the middle-aged father was much less prim and proper than he appeared -- in fact he was having an affair with a woman he worked with, and on his business trips to the city he made regular visits to several strip clubs. This gave the girl an idea. The next time the mother of the family was out of the house, the girl took a shower, and then -- still wet and with a towel wrapped only around her waist -- knocked on the door of the father’s room, under the pretext of asking where she could find more shampoo. It worked and they ended up fucking each other in his bed. Afterwards, while they lay in bed together, she started asking him questions about his life, and then she asked -- why didn’t he tell his wife about the affairs and strip clubs? Was he ashamed? Of course he didn’t take kindly to this, and told her to pack her bags -- one day more in the house and then she would have to leave.

On the girl’s last night, the mother of the family invited her to use the family’s outdoor hot-tub. Both father and son were not speaking to the girl any more, so it was just the two of them, the mother in a one-piece swimsuit and the girl naked, despite the mother’s protestations. As they sat there, drinking wine, the mother made a confession to the girl. Sometimes, she said, when I’m out here alone I pee in the water. Is that bad?

The girl said that of course it wasn’t, and the mother said, sometimes, she wonders if her husband does as well, and in fact she hopes he does. The girl asked her, do you want to know how it feels to have somebody pee on you? And the mother said, yes, I think I do. So the girl straddled her right there in the hot-tub and pissed on her swimsuit-covered chest, and then the two of them fucked each other in the water.

Layla had never seen a sex scene between two women on film before, or at least not one that was made well. It made her realise how little she knew, and how much she wanted to know. She noticed movement from the seat beside her and saw that Freya had a hand down the front of her own jeans, and was clearly fondling herself as she watched the film. Glancing along the row, she saw that several other men and women were doing the same thing as the moans from the couple on-screen became more intense.

Once the two women in the film had finished, they both lay back in their hot-tub. The girl said to the mother that she should tell her husband about her piss fetish, that he might be willing to try it. The mother said, oh no, I could never tell anyone. What would he think of me?

The next day the taxi arrived to take the girl to the airport. Before she left, she kissed each of the family members in turn on the mouth. She left them awkwardly avoiding each other’s gaze as she climbed into the taxi.

It was clear the film was wrapping up, but Layla was becoming aware of the pressure in her bladder. The coffee before the film and the coke she had been drinking throughout were making their presence known. If she was back in England she would hold it and hope the film ended quickly -- but there was no need to hold it here, was there? Layla shifted forward in her chair, pulling up her skirt as she did so that her bare ass cheeks were on the warm vinyl. She glanced around to check whether anyone was watching, and then let the piss flow. Her stream arched forwards, off the edge of the chair and onto the floor. Freya glanced around at the noise and gave Layla a smile.

On the screen, the film was coming to a close. It ended with the Kaymalan girl on the plane home -- with her shirt off because it was a Kaymalan Airways flight -- writing up her article on her laptop. A voice-over started, narrating the contents of the article. The girl said that she had enjoyed her trip and the fascinating insights it gave her. She talked about people hiding their feelings or desires because of shame or because of other people’s expectations, but that didn’t make those feelings go away. Meanwhile the screen showed a montage of the son, walking in the woods at the same spot that he and the girl had first had sex; it showed the father going back to his strip club; it showed the mother, masturbating alone in the hot tub. The montage cut back to the girl on the plane, but now she had put her laptop away and was fucking a stranger who was sat next to her, while the voice-over said that she had enjoyed her trip, but she was glad to be home.

The credits rolled, and one-by-one the audience got out of their seats and stretched. Some made their way straight for the doors, others took some time to relieve their full bladders first. The girls beside Layla -- who Layla noticed had got through a large coke each -- were both squatting in front of their chairs again. Layla looked to her other side, past Freya, and saw Simon and Olivia both leaning back in their chairs, him with his cock out and her with her skirt pulled up, both pissing powerful streams against the backs of the chairs in front of them. Trapped with pissers on both sides, Freya shrugged, undid her own trousers and turned to face her own chair, pissing against the vinyl cushion on its backrest and watching the stream trickle down the cushion and dribble out of sight beneath the chair.

Once free they meandered their way towards the doors, sidestepping around the various people who had stopped to piss in the aisle. Outside the doors there was another crowd made up of people squatting just to the side of the doors or pissing against the wall opposite. The floor in the corridor was soaked, but Layla supposed it was like this every time a film finished.

“It’s about four o’clock, by the way,” said Freya as they stepped, blinking, into the light of the mall’s main floor. “Your friend the barista will be just finishing her shift. Are you gonna call her?”

“I don’t know,” said Layla nervously, “should I?”

Freya laughed. “I don’t know why you’re asking me, but I know what I would say if she’d offered me a booty call.”

Layla looked around the mall floor, her eyes drawn to the fountain of the two lovers in the centre of the floor. Now the wall around it was occupied by a real-life couple of lovers, a young woman perched on the wall with her skirt rolled up around her waist and a young man with his trousers down thrusting in between her legs. As always around here, none of the passers-by paid them any attention. Layla thought of that sex scene between the two women on the film they had just watched, and how it had made her feel.

“Yeah,” she said, smiling. “I’ll give her a call.”

[Bacardi 10,132]

Oh man I got so excited when I saw this lol. What is it about peeing down glass that turns me on so much? First it was the other character (I can't remember his name) that did it every morning, now it's this girl in the coffee shop. Kaymalan's sure so love putting on a show!

[wetwulf 3,324]

I always look forward to these stories. Well done @BeneathMyWillow.

[cjm3rcl1n3 52]

Yet another chapter that I missed.

I'd love to read about Layla being spitroasted between Simon and Freya, that would be super hot, especially if they gave her a golden shower just before entering her holes.

Love this series so much, so casual yet hot.

[wetwulf 3,324]

3 hours ago, cjm3rcl1n3 said:

Yet another chapter that I missed.

I'd love to read about Layla being spitroasted between Simon and Freya, that would be super hot, especially if they gave her a golden shower just before entering her holes.

Love this series so much, so casual yet hot.

I'm not sure if @BeneathMyWillow has any plans to continue the series. It's definitely a great one!