Taking the drain

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Two female friends in town on a night out.  One shows the other that it can be convenient to be uninhibited, when all conveniences are closed.

‘Watch this!’  Jess whispered to her friend, ‘There’s nothing to worry about really.  Nothing bad happens if you pee in public, no matter how blatant you are.  Look!’

Chloe didn’t know what to say.  So she watched.  She watched Jess turn, look both ways, and then walk casually across the road.  She took a diagonal path, so she reached the opposite pavement behind a row of parked cars and closer to a small group of young men and women who stood, chatting, near the entrance of a pub.

Jess walked a few paces towards them, then stopped and turned to face the street.  She stood on the edge of the pavement.  Right in front of her was the grill of a storm drain, in the gutter.

Chloe admired how relaxed Jess looked.  She wasn’t furtive, she didn’t look around to see who was watching.  She just began carefully unfastening the buttons on the fly of her jeans, starting from the top.  She was focussed on what she was doing.  Then she opened the jeans and, with a sway of her hips, slid them down her thighs.  

Two of the men in the group were now staring at her.  She pulled down her knickers as she squatted, carelessly flashing her naked bum at them.  Under Jessica’s thighs Chloe saw a sliver stream twisting and flashing in the light of the street lamps.  Shocked, she put her hand to her mouth, not quite believing that Jess really was using the public street as her personal toilet.  

As Jess pissed between the bars of the drain, it thundered and echoed back at her.  Now everyone in the group had turned to stare at this brazen young woman peeing in public.  Chloe squirmed.  Even though nobody was looking at her, she felt her cheeks hot with embarrassment.  Worse, watching Jess wee made her realise how desperately she too needed to go.  Wriggling uncomfortably, she let a dribble moisten her own knickers, but then squeezed herself tightly closed, horrified that she had almost lost control and wet herself in front of strangers.

Jess carried on, oblivious to all others, head down, carefully aiming her little fountain into the drain.  Finally she finished, then wiped herself with a white tissue, which she screwed up and dropped into the gutter.  She slightly turned away from the other group as she stood up, pulling up her jeans and knickers, but carefully.  She knew they got a good sight of her rounded buttocks as she did that.

Without rushing, she buttoned up her jeans and adjusted her clothes.  She made eye contact with Chloe, and flashed her a broad grin.  Then she strolled back to her friend.  Chloe was sure she was swaying her hips a little more than normal as she went.

‘I can’t believe you just did that!’  said Chloe, in a low voice.  

‘Shocked?  Or impressed?  Or a little bit of both?  Well, I’m much more comfortable now.  I’m surprised you don’t need a wee.  You’ve drunk as much as I have tonight.’

‘Well, yeah,’ Chloe replied,  ‘and I’m going to wet myself if I don’t find a toilet soon.’

‘Good luck with that.  You know everywhere’s closed.  You might as well wet yourself right now, if that’s your best idea.’

‘Stop it!  Don’t talk about it, it’s just making me want to go even more.’  And then, in a quieter voice, ‘I can’t go here.  It’s far too public.  And,’ with a nod of her head towards the group still watching Jess ‘they’re staring at me.’

‘Come on then!’ said Jess.  And with that, the two girls began walking towards the taxi rank.

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Hot story! Will there be more @ppppppp?

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Hope there is a part 2 🙂

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On 4/7/2021 at 7:14 PM, wetwulf said:

Hot story! Will there be more @ppppppp?

 

On 4/9/2021 at 5:07 AM, Lutab said:

Hope there is a part 2 🙂

Thank you for your interest.  There may be a part 2, but I am not yet sure.

I'd like to hear suggestions about what might happen next?

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Maybe they find an empty taxi and she doesn’t want to pee in public so she pisses in the back seat making a big puddle that is clearly yellow since she has been holding so long. Maybe starting to have fun she leans back and sprays it all over the door and back of the seat too.

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Another idea would be that they find an unlocked door to an apartment building. Going inside they find a nice carpeted floor in the hall between apartments maybe even a couch or chairs in an empty waiting area and she pisses all over them leaving a yellow stain and a strong smell behind.

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It turns out there is a part two...

 

About half an hour later the girls were queueing, in a long line, waiting for a taxi.  Jess looked at her watch.

‘We’ve been waiting ten minutes already.  I reckon it will be another twenty before we get a taxi.  Still no Ubers?’ Jess asked.

Chloe looked at her phone again and shook her head.  

‘They’re all really busy.  At least half an hour.’

‘We could walk?’ Jess suggested.

Chloe shook her head again.  ‘My feet are killing me.  I’m glad I’ve taken my shoes off, but I can’t walk far.  Let’s wait.’

She paused, then continued, ‘But I’m not sure I can wait that long.  You had a pee after we left the club.  I’ve not been for ages.  Seriously.  I’ll wet myself if I don’t get home soon.’

‘It will be 45 minutes before you get in.  Can you wait that long?’

Chloe felt her groin throbbing, as her tense muscles pulled against her bladder, working hard to stop her accidentally humiliating herself in public.  She crossed her legs again and pressed her thighs tight.

‘I don’t know,’ she said softly, ‘I hope so…’

She didn’t really think so.  She was wondering if she should perhaps just do a little tinkle where she stood, just release a little bit into her knickers.  But.  It might be really obvious, pee dribbling down the back of her legs.  People might see what she’d done.  And she remembered doing just that on the beach only a few weeks ago.  

She had been walking down to the sea.  There had been no toilets.   The only place to pee was in the waves.  She had left it too long to decide to go and wee, so had got really desperate, just like now.  She had let a little bit out while she was walking, just to be more comfortable.  But then she had found that it wouldn’t stop.  She had completely lost control, and found herself standing in the middle of the beach, flooding her bikini as her toilet.

Appalled, she quickly sat down on the damp sand, warmed by her own puddle and stayed there, listening to her piss hiss and fizz into her briefs.  She looked around, but nobody seemed to have noticed that she was relieving herself in public.  Luckily it had not been a busy beach.  

She remembered that it had been ages before she won back control.  She had looked down to watch her pale blue bikini briefs darkened by the wetness pouring from her lips inside them, bulging with the weight of warm liquid gushing from her, and with a clear, silvery stream glistening over the outside of them.  Her yellow-tinted puddle had quickly soaked into the sand, already damp from the receding tide of the ocean.

After she had been able to stop pissing, she had sat there for a while, horrified by the sudden and total loss of control.  She still couldn’t quite believe there was no crowd of onlookers, pointing and jeering.  But it was quite some time before she had the courage to stand up and run to the sea, red-faced with embarrassment about her soaked bikini declaring to the world that she had accidentally emptied her bladder in front of everyone.

Even when she had reached the sea, she had realised that she still badly needed to finish the job and so she had quickly crouched down in the water to piss out the rest of it.

Just thinking about that shameful – to her mind – that shameful episode frightened her.  Now she was really worried that she might disgrace herself in an even more embarrassing way.  There was no way it would pass unnoticed if she wet herself in this queue, glistening streams running down her legs, a warm, dark puddle spreading between her feet and, most likely, she would be given away by the loud splattering too.

She was about to tell Jess, quietly, that she didn’t think she could wait, and didn’t know what to do.  But then her friend spoke up.

‘Girl, you must have an iron bladder, or the most amazing vee-jay muscles.  I reckon Tom must be a very happy boy!’  

Chloe laughed, then wished she hadn’t.  She had almost piddled herself.

‘Stop!’ she protested.  ‘Jess, don’t make me laugh.  You’ll make me have an accident.’

‘OK, but, you win.  Now I’ve broken the seal, I’ve gotta go again.  There’s no way I can wait that long, and I don’t want to pay a taxi driver’s penalty for pissing on the back seat.  You coming?’

Chloe nodded.

Jess spoke loudly to the girls standing behind them in the queue.

‘Can you mind our place, please?  Me and me mate need a piss.  We’ll be only five minutes.’

And with that, she put her arm into Chloe’s and marched off towards the park entrance only a few yards away.
 

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Can't wait for part 3

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Jess led Chloe into the park.  

‘This is no good!’  protested Chloe as she realised the direction they were going, ‘The loos here are really manky, and they’re closed at night anyway.’

Jess stopped.  ‘Don’t be daft.  That’s not where we’re going.  I’m just going to pee in the grass here.’

And with that, she turned off the path and walked behind a flower bed.  Chloe was horrified.  They were going down a strip of mown grass, with flowers in earth beds on either side.  To the left were some tall shrubs, but to the right there was a clear line of sight to the edge of the park, and the people queuing for the taxis on the pavement just the other side of the railings.

‘We can’t do it here!’ she protested.  ‘Everyone can see us!’

‘Chillax!’ said Jess.  ‘We’re safer this way.  Would you really want to go into the bushes where all the pervs and lurkers are?  Trust me.  Most people ain’t interested.  Everyone has to pee.  And it’s dark.  Nobody’s going to see much.  And, so what if they do?  They see we’re girls with vaginas and we tinkle from them?  Not.  News.’

Chloe laughed.  She had to cross her legs and press her hands into her own pee hole, feeling herself lose control and trickle warm wetness into her knickers.

‘Stop it!  Don’t make me laugh!  You’re making me wet myself!’

Jess looked straight at her, her face showing her worry for her friend.  

‘Girl, you really are in a bad way,’  she said softly, ‘look, just do what I say and you’ll be fine.  Ok?’

Chloe nodded.

‘You start by kneeling right here.’

Chloe nodded and dropped to her knees.  She was facing the taxi queue.  Jess crouched down in front of her.

‘That’s good.  Now get lower.  Put your bum on the grass.’

Chloe sat back, so she was sitting down, but with her legs doubled under her.

‘Now, undo your jeans and slide them down.’

‘Right here?  Everyone can see!’

‘Your choice girl.  You can just pee your pants if you prefer.  It doesn’t show much if you wet yourself when you’re kneeling in the grass.’

Chloe shook her head, looked around and unzipped her jeans.  She undid the buttons and started to slide her jeans down.   She stopped.

Jess sighed.

‘Don’t be shy.  I’m blocking.  I’m watching out for you.  Nobody can see anything.  Just get on with it.  And be quick, or I’ll end up wetting myself while I’m waiting for you.’

Chloe slightly raised herself while she slid her jeans half way down her thighs.  She reached back to her knickers.  She paused again.  She saw the look that Jess was giving her, and stifled a giggle.  She pushed her knickers clear of her bum.

Jess could see Chloe’s pale thighs and the side of her bum in the light from the street lamps.

‘Move your feet further apart,’ she advised, ‘to keep them out of your puddle.  Now, pee slowly.  Let it soak in.  You don’t want it running on to your jeans.’

It was good advice.  Chloe moved her legs apart.  She felt her bum and thighs lower, so the cool grass was tickling her.  She felt very exposed.

‘No danger of it running anywhere,’ she said, ‘I can’t go.’  She bit her lip.  ‘I really, really need the toilet, but I just can’t go in public.’

‘Don’t think about it too much,’ Jess counselled, ‘Try to imagine you’re in a private place.  Close your eyes.  I’m your lookout.’

A couple of young men approached.  Jess stared hard at them.  They stopped at the far end of the flower bed, pulled out their cocks and started watering the ground.  Both looked straight ahead, but Jess noticed the closer of the two glancing sideways to check Chloe’s bum.  Chloe, eyes closed, hadn’t noticed.  Jess wasn’t sure if she heard the splashing from the men’s very public performance, or if she just imagined it.  Anyway, she was allowed to keep an eye on them – she was watching out for her mate – even if she felt her groin warming and wanted a better view.

‘Hey!’  she said,  ‘Remember when I got that detention for saying “pissing” in class?’

Chloe did.  She laughed.  ‘It was the right answer too!  And you got another for arguing, and saying it was onomataPEEic!’

As she laughed, she suddenly realised that her flow had started.  Warm liquid was running from her most private place and dribbling down the inside of her thighs.  A spring was unwinding, deep inside her.  She relaxed, and just let it keep going.  It felt impatient, hurried, needed a squeeze.  She pushed, and felt it racing out of her, vibrating into the grass.

She opened her eyes, and smiled at her friend.  ‘I’m spending a penny,’ she muttered softly.  She felt her cheeks get hot, she was sure her face had turned red.  But it felt natural.  It also felt so, so public, as if the whole town might be staring at her.  Now she was making a hissing, buzzing, squirty noise from between her thighs.   She remembered what Jess had said about not kneeling in her own puddle, and slowed the flow.  That was quieter too.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a couple of figures.  She turned and saw the two men standing proudly at the edge of the flower bed, casually using it as their toilet.  Instinctively she moved her handbag to block their view of her naked bum, but she kept watching their sparkling arcs splashing into the earth in front of them, and, yes, she could see the nearest cock pouring his piss out of him.

‘Jess!’  she hissed ‘You were supposed to be keeping a look out!’

‘I am looking out!’  she replied, ‘I rather like what I’m seeing.  I think you do too.’

Two more men approached from that end of the flower bed, stood next to the first two (but closer to Jess and Chloe) and soon they too were peeing on the ground, as the first two finished.

From the other direction a girl approached, barefoot, in a short denim skirt.  She had been one of those Jess had spoken to before leaving the queue.

‘Hey!  You said you’d mind our place.’  said Jess.

‘Don’t worry!  Me mate’s still there.  But I’m bursting and when I saw you coming here I had to follow you before I had an accident.’

Her hands were up inside her skirt, now pulling down her knickers as she squatted low, next to Chloe.  With a loud hiss, a fierce line of pee squirted from her and foamed and bubbled into the grass in front of her feet.  She sighed as she relaxed her muscles.  

‘That’s better!  Last weekend it was the same.  I had just got to the front of the queue, when I realised I would wet my knickers on the back seat of the cab before I got home.  So I had to open the door, put my bag inside, and I pissed in the gutter before I got in.  Bloody cabbie was already running the meter.  At least I’m not having to pay for this pee.  Mind you, I got a round of applause when I stood up.’

Chloe and Jess both laughed.

‘Watching the two of you is too much for me,’ said Jess, moving to the other side of Chloe and beginning to unfasten her own jeans, ‘sorry, but this lady is going to water the plants.’

Standing with her back to the edge of the flower bed, Jess started to wriggle down her jeans and knickers.  Chloe saw that the peeing men had noticed, and were casting admiring glances over her bum.  And a few in the taxi queue were looking at her, while trying not to make it too obvious that they wanted to watch her.

Now bare from waist to knees, Jess bent her knees and rested her elbows on them, so she was leaning forward, with her bum sticking out to the rear, overhanging the flowerbed.  Jess wasn’t pee shy, she had no difficulty getting started.  A spray of piss gushed out from her and thundered into the dry earth.  Another three men left the taxi queue to come and pee in the park.  That’s not a coincidence, Chloe thought.  She could see that they were watching Jess, admiring her naked bum.

Chloe was still tinkling gently; Jess and the other girl were emptying themselves forcefully.  She found that she was still going as her newest companion wiped herself with a tissue, threw it behind her, and pulled up her knickers as she stood up.

She saw Jess’s stream fade to a trickle, and then a dribble of quick driplets.  Jess squeezed out another short stream that lasted a few seconds.  Then there were three or four brief squirts and then she too was wiping herself, slowly and carefully.  Jess enjoyed the attention she knew she was getting, and was in no hurry to end it.  She then slowly pulled up her clothing, wriggling more than was strictly necessary, as she stood up.  Her clothing needed a lot of adjustment until it was just right.

‘Wow, Chloe!  Are you still pissing?  You win the bladder of the night award!  Am I going to have to leave you there and get this cab on my own?’

Chloe smiled.  She realised she could easily turn off the tap, and so she stopped her pee flowing.  She reached into her bag for a tissue, and wiped herself dry.  Two more girls walked in front of her, past Jess, and started to unfasten their clothing to pee in the grass there.  Hopefully people would look at them and not her, she thought.  She carefully pulled up her jeans and knickers as much as she could while kneeling, then stood up, using Jess to block.

The three girls then headed back to the taxi queue.

 

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And the night finally draws to a close...

 

Within a few minutes after she had got back into the taxi queue Chloe realised that she needed the toilet.  Again.  It made no sense.  It wasn’t that long since she had knelt in the grass and peed.  Perhaps, she thought, there was just because she had ‘broken the seal’.  Or, maybe it was because she had been drinking so much that night already.  It could even be because she had been too careful to wee slowly, so her puddle had soaked into the ground, rather than wetting her jeans.  

Whatever the reason, she found herself casting a glance back towards the spot where she had wet the ground.  She wondered if she had time – or the courage – to go back and have another tinkle in public.  

Jess noticed her fidgeting and asked the direct question.

‘You alright?  You look like you need the ladies room again?’

‘I do!  But I’ll be alright.  I just don’t understand why I need to go so often.’

‘You’re probably pregnant.’

Chloe had to laugh.  ‘Don’t!  That’s not funny!  And don’t make me laugh, or I will have to pee again.’

The next taxi was theirs.  They got in, and gave Jess’s address, explaining that Chloe would give hers after dropping off Jess.

It was a relief to be sitting down, and the two girls re-ran the night’s event on the journey.  Too soon, they were at Jess’s house, and the evening was over.  They made their farewells, and the taxi drove away, with only Chloe on board.  

She now felt really uncomfortable.  She jiggled her legs, and in the darkness of the back of the car, pressed the palm of her hand into her crotch.  She felt every bump in the road magnified at the base of her belly, making her muscles strain.  Another one, and again, she had just managed to keep her pants dry.

Now she was thinking about her options.  Perhaps she should ask the driver to stop.  But then what?   Squat and pee on the pavement?  Or in the road, behind the car?  Or in a front garden?  No, she couldn’t do that.  Perhaps she shouldn’t try to wait any longer, but should just wee in the seat, through her jeans?  No, she didn’t dare try that.  It would be too embarrassing if the driver caught her.  And he would make her pay for it.

So she sat, miserably becoming more desperate, trying her best not to wet herself, and hoping the journey would end.  It seemed so slow!  Eventually the driver turned into her road, and slowed down.  He asked which house.  Chloe was already unfastening her seat belt, and had her payment ready before he stopped.  

She panicked when she couldn’t get the car door open.  As she struggled with the pull she felt a little moistening in her knickers; she was having a small accident.  The driver clicked the main lock, and she was freed.  Quickly she paid, thanked him and hurried to her front door.

As the taxi drove off, she felt less anxious.  She was now alone.  Out of doors, but it was private.  A conversation she had earlier with Jess now came to mind.  Hadn’t Jess suggested she might sit down and wee through her jeans.  She now felt curious.

Without really thinking about it, she sat on the small front lawn, facing the road.  And then, without quite realising how it had happened, she was wetting her knickers.  She wasn’t sure whether she had decided to pee, or if she had just lost control when she sat down.  She parted her thighs and looked down and saw she was sitting in a puddle, clear wee running through and over the denim of her jeans.

She pissed hard.  It felt comfortable now to push it all out of her, to do nothing to slow the flow.  She could hear the rustling noise of the wee gushing into her knickers, could feel the warm liquid swirling around her groin, filling her underwear and jeans.  She felt mischievous and liberated, pissing through her clothes in public.  She was sure nobody would notice that she was going to the toilet, even if they walked past and looked right at her.

She reached down and felt the warm pee running through her jeans.  The flood inside was making the material bulge from her.  She looked around.  Nobody was watching her.  She kept going, watering the grass where she sat.  Eventually she had to stop, she had no more pee to let out.  She managed only a few more short squirts, but wished she could keep going.  

She sat there for a while, in the calm, quiet of the night.  Her sodden jeans quickly cooled, and started to feel clammy.  It was time to go indoors.

She examined herself when she was inside.  She was surprised at how small the wet patch on her jeans was.  She was soaked between her legs, and there was a circular wet patch on her bum, where she had been sitting in her own puddle of pee.  But the material of the legs of her jeans were dry.  She reckoned she could get away with it if she pretended she had sat on a damp patch.  

She thought to herself, it might not be a bad way to deal with a pee emergency on a night out.  Perhaps she might do just that on her next night out with Jess; she could sit down on a patch of grass, tinkle into her jeans, and probably nobody would notice what she was doing while she was weeing, or what she had done after she had finished.