Public Pissing Part 1: Water park vandalism.

[imani 83]

Obviously contains public pissing, exhibitionism, destruction of property, and more themes revolving around those three.

Revised and edited version (kind of). Now featuring a beautiful thing called ✨plot✨ although admittedly a puny one. There will be more parts, whenever they should come along.

 

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It would've been a Thursday in June. My friend group had saved enough for a trip to a water park to cool down in the unforgiving summer heat, and we were on our way to paradise.

If not for my previous discovery of a new fetish, I would've been just as excited as the next person for our mini vacation, but my love for filling my bladder and taking advantage of the piss it stored made me all too keen to pack my bags and hit the road.

My heart palpated as we pulled into a tight parking space in a crowded lot, my friends conversing as I thought about the not-so-good deeds I'd carry out. The park was packed, and built for it too. It seemed to stretch for miles left and miles right, and the walk to the entrance from the car my four friends and I drove way out of town felt like it took hours to complete.

I was excited about that though. The bigger the place, the more opportunities to empty my bladder while surrounded by the thousands of people who came to enjoy themselves for the summer.

"It's fucking hot," Thee groaned. "They better lift these public nudity laws."

"I agree," I giggled under my breath.

"Yeah, we've established that it's hot. We didn't come to a water park to cozy up my a fire. Let's get in this long ass line before I drive us back home since you feel the need to complain.

Cal had a mouth on him, to say the least.

After a terribly hot wait in line to get our passes, numerous water-filled roller coaster rides, and a few carnival games in between, I had departed from my friends and was traversing the park by my lonesome. My violet spaghetti strap and jean shorts were soaked with only water, but that would soon change.

I looked around the park, searching for my first target, and eventually decided on a calming ride on the ferris wheel. There were very few people in line, so I was positive I'd get a seat to myself — which I did. The couple in front of me loaded on the the car in front of mine, holding hands and sharing an occasional peck. 

What a cute couple. Oh, I hope I don't disrupt then much, I thought. Once I'd climbed into my car and the wheel began moving, slowly but surely, I relaxed and unbuttoned my shorts, pulled them and my panties down just enough so that my pussy was exposed. I let me hand glide over my lips, teasing what lied in between, keeping my eyes glued on the couple. They faxed out over the park, told them they lived one another a million times. How sweet. I'd always loved seeing an adorable couple simply appreciating one another's presence. So lovely.

Then I began to piss.

The urine was a trickle at first, but escalated in no time into a powerful stream which would put the greatest waterfall to shame. It was a surprise (and I disappointment I'll admit) that the couple didn't notice my furious pissing. Didn't even turn around once. I was begging for them to spot me, hungry to see the shock on their faces when they spotted a woman flooding her seat on the wheel with urine. I sighed quietly and enjoyed the moment as my stream hissed and splashed all over the car. By the time the wheel had made its first go around, I'd covered my small passenger car with yellow piss.

Exiting my car once my go on the ride was over wasn't too difficult. I was wet with water when I went in, was I not? No one would have suspected a thing immediately, other than the fortunate passenger who had the gift of a seat coated in my glorious, abundant, fragrant urine. I had to get out of there before I was caught, but I was sure whoever was the lucky contestant thoroughly enjoyed their ride. I moved on, feeling accomplished, and downed numerous bottles of water in preparation for my next stunt.

While on my third bottle of water over the course of less that half an hour, my phone dinged with a message from Cal.

You good?

Yeah actually, this is surprising really enjoyable.

And that was true. It was exhilarating going around the park, spotting a nice and inappropriate place to empty my bladder, and doing it there without a second thought.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wished Cal would join me in my exciting adventures. He never really came off as the type of person to enjoy pissing all around a water park, but a girl can dream. Cal was a good-looking guy, tall enough, brown hair with eyes to match. He could cuss a bitch out, but he was undoubtedly the sweetest member of my friend group. I knew he took a special liking to me, going out of his way at times to make sure I was comfortable, bending over backwards if I needed anything.

The last thing I wanted to do was ruin my changes with a man who I was interested and who was interested in me by asking if he'd be down to piss over a bathroom floor.

Good. I'm with Elle right now at the shark roller coaster thing. Keep me in your prayers, this shit looks wild.

It does, I can see it from the other side of the park...you might really need to be prayed for.

Omg we're getting on. Text you back if I live.

Nice knowing you.

As much as I loved Cal and hoped for his survival, he was getting in the way of my fun. My bladder was full again, and that time I had the changing cubicles by the sprinklers in my sights. I walked past the people playing in the sprinklers and entered one of the rooms. All ten of the wooden cubicles appeared to be vacant. Hastily, I ripped down my shorts and prepared by aiming for the wall of the cubicle, which to my aid touched the ground, and waiting until the my bladder told me it was about to burst. After running a few quick circles around my clit, I re-aimed and power pissed as strongly as I could so that my urine covered the sides, the door handle, the bench attached to the back wall. Nothing in the room was left untouched by my piss. I made sure of it.

The playful screaming and splashing of the sprinklers outside drowned out the splashing of my piss, so I allowed myself to be as careless as possible. I redirected my stream towards my shorts on the floor, wetting them even more that they were before, knowing good and well they would soon reek of urine.

Once I'd finished my bathroom break, I pulled a bottle of water from my bag and got to drinking. Sat on a bench facing the people running around through the spinklers, I scrolled a bit through my phone. Nothing interesting was going on. I only needed something to distract me while I waited for my body to convert the water I chugged into piss.

I almost didn't notice a woman in a baby blue bathing suit walking away from her friends and up to me. She was busty and curvy, dripping from the sprinklers.

"Hey," she greeted warmly, "just wanted to say those shorts are so cute. You have a nice ass." The last part she whispered under her breath, and though I had wanted to say thanks, nothing came from my mouth.

She brushed her hand across my shoulders and walked off to a changing cubicle before I could find my voice again. The changing cubicle I'd occupied, to be exact. When she first walked in, she must have stepped in a large puddle of urine with her bare feet. I hoped she'd enjoyed the mess I left for her.

Later in the day, after I was full of piss once more, I found a wall that would be perfect to relieve my full bladder while up against. I leaned onto the brick of the small gift shop it belonged to and looked over my shoulder through the window. Visitors considered overpriced t-shirts, caps, and water bottles with the park's logo printed onto them. The store was packed, and many were going in and out — an ideal place to release a warm piss through my shorts that the girl at the spinklers loved so much.

I had a sudden change of heart though. I couldn't just stand out and public and pee myself. That would be foolish. If I as going to do something so indecent, I had to make my way inside the gift shop to put on my show.

The bells of the shop jinggled as I entered. It was filled with chatter and the beeps of cashiers ringing customers up. Slowly, I walked around the store, looking this way and that, gliding my hands on the fabric of the shirts, checking the price tags of the figurines. I wanted none of them. I wasn't interested in purchasing anything, and to be frank, I didn't even need to pretend to be a normal customer. My act was all just for funsies, all just for the show, knowing that I was the only one aware at that moment of what would become of the products in the souvenir shop.

After some browsing and once my piss threatened to shoot through my panties, I snatched up a seashell plushie and made my was to the one-person restroom, conveniently right beside the table of stuffies. Everybody was so lost in doing their own thing, trying to get in and out of the crowded store, that nobody noticed my plan initiate.

Once I'd locked the bathroom door, I carefully pulled my shorts and panties down and threw the plushie to the ground. Playing with my pussy, I slided one of my feet out of its sandal and stepped down onto the plushie. As it sunk into the ground, I imagined it gushing out my piss onto the tiles floor. 

Finally ready for the show to begin, I aimed towards the white shell and watched as its color transformed into a deep yellow while the pressure on my bladder decreased. I pissed, and pissed, and pissed some more. The sounds of my relief echoed on the walls. The liquid collided with the floor audibly. Beads of piss splattered onto the walls. By the time the white plushie was heavy with my golden urine, my bladder was still up for more.

I looked to the toilet. Whatever would anyone use that thing for? A waste of space it was. I gathered a thick glob of saliva in my mouth and shot it onto the toilet seat.

I adjusted to the ambience of the store again after cracking the door just to make sure everyone was still preoccupied. Swiftly, I stepped out of the bathroom and threw the plushie back in its place. With nobody carting enough to turn around and face me, I fr confident. I felt encouraged. I plucked the plushie off the table and wrung it out over the rest of them, contaminating the entire selection. I quickly walked to the other side of the store to distance myself from the crime, dodging other shoppers who didn't seem to detect my presence and squeezing between tight spaces until I was among a couple racks of shirts in a corner that no one stood in but me.

Perfect.

I carefully pulled a few shirts off their racks and pretended to consider them. It was hilarious to me. The last thing I'd do was pay for some shirts soon to be sopping wet with strong piss.

The shirts were light blue with the park's logo on them, just like the rest. I checked the sizes of all three in my hand and saw that none would fit me. No matter. I wasn't interested in trying them on anyway.

I threw them onto the ground like I did the plushie and moved in front of one of the racks so that the clothes on it would block the sight from all the other oblivious visitors.

Then I let go. My piss was obnoxiously noisy, but drowned out by the sounds of the shop. In seconds the shirt had absorbed its maximum, and I decided I'd save the last of the piss inside me for something else. 

I had the courtesy to place the shirts back on their rack, making sure they wouldn't slide off their hangers. What a way to get more sales, huh? Wasn't I doing them a favor. I giggled to myself. I'd never felt naughtier. I'd never felt such a rush.

My phone dinged on my back pocket.

My heart is beating so fast even after the ride has been over for like ever.

As was mine.

But you're alive?

I guess. When will you be ready to regroup?

Wait, we're getting ready to leave?

My eyes were wide and pleasing as I waited for Cal's response. We couldn't possibly be leaving yet. The fun had only just begun.

Well, no, but I kind of wanted to spend some time with you. We haven't talked since like April you know, since that festival.

Oh, I remembered that festival. I pissed on a funnel cake. Ah...memories.

So you want some alone time lol? I'm down. Meet me at the ferris wheel in a minute.

I didn't check my phone after my last message. As excited as I was about having some time with Cal, the only thing on my mind at that moment was my bladder 

I moved to another corner of the store, also empty like the last. It seemed as though everyone was packed away from the sides. If that was where the people were, it was where I had to go as well.

I walked into the crowd and took on the look of everyone in it. Busied, hurried, tuned out. I looked through some of the figurines, shuffled through pairs of shorts, skimmed through some notebooks...and started pissing through my bottoms. They were already darkened from the water, so the only thing that would tell anyone I was pissing myself was the loud smell...and the liquid rolling down my legs...and the piss hitting the ground aggressively might've been a dead giveaway as well.

Everyone noticed.

I let the piss rush out faster and held my hands in front of my privates to feign an accident as the hissing grew in volume, even removing my baseball cap to cover vaginal area, as if that would do anything.

I backed up and pretended to accidentally tumble over a customer, spraying them and the person next to them with urine.

"Oh, my god, I'm so, so, so, sorry, I have really bad bladder problems, I'm SO sorry!" I apologized profusely as I continues to rush through the crowd, purposefully moving unsteadily to bump into people and give them a spray of my piss.

Weirdly, not everyone in the store had noticed. The workers even had no idea what was happening. It was only the people who I gifted a some of my warm piss who were awoken from their oblivious daze. Those specific people backed away as much as possible, disgusted and appalled. I loved the looks on their faces, but I displayed one of embarrassment to cover the accomplishment I felt.

I could barely hide the grin on my face as I'd finally stumbled out of the store. Looked as though I'd be getting off scot-free.

[Lutab 1,052]

Great revision. I hope you write another part. 

[imani 83]

7 hours ago, Lutab said:

Great revision. I hope you write another part. 

Thanks 💫 Part two's in the making.

[glad1 2,832]

1 hour ago, imani said:

Thanks 💫 Part two's in the making.

Looking forward to read Part Two after you fill up your tank again. Sounds like you have a really big one, or maybe several. 🤣

[annon115 32]

Amazing story so far! So hot and naughty. I can't wait for part 2!