Afternoon out with Cassie and friends (Part 9)

**steve25805** · June 16, 2014

Next morning, Cassie and I awoke and lay chatting in bed together, though we both needed to pee. Cassie turned to me and smiled, "Can I pee on you?"

Hell, I had awoken feeling well horny after last night and needed no persuading. "Sure", I responded.

Cassie pulled out a number of thick blankets from the large drawer in her bedroom cabinet, and laid them upon the floor. "Here, lay on these. I don't want to fuck up the carpet, but doing it in the bath is too constricting and boring."

I soon lay upon those blankets upon Cassie's bedroom floor as she stood astride me. Within seconds, a rather loud hissing sound filled the room as her golden torrent splashed down loudly upon my breasts. Smiling delightedly, she began to skillfully gyrate her hips, pissing on my stomach, then between my open legs, then back up over my breasts. Thrusting her hips forward she even managed to piss in my face, her morning pee tasting strong, but so sexy, as I let her pee in my mouth.

After this, we swapped roles, Cassie laying on the pissy blankets as I stood over her, spraying her with my own golden morning piss.

We then took a shower together, both horny as fuck, and were soon kissing and embracing under the warm water, hands roaming, fingers finding each other's most sexual areas. We brought each other off to a great orgasm right there.

Getting dressed, we rustled up some breakfast - had to empty Monique's piss out of the kettle before we could make a cup of tea, lol. I then helped Cassie clean up, which didn't take very long at all. It was actually quite easy when only a mop and bucket, and a washing machine, were needed.

Just before 11 in the morning, an expensive luxury Range Rover driven by Monique pulled up outside, with Clarisse in the passenger seat, and Roxy in the back. Cassie and I ran out and jumped in the back beside Roxy, all of us exchanging greetings. Roxy smiled, "Hope you don't mind me tagging along? Working tonight but at a loose end today."

"The more the merrier", was the gist of our response. Roxy was a sexy and adventurous pee freak so I was certainly more than happy to have her along too.

We hit the mall first, heading into the clothes stores trying on different shit, and Monique very generously bought us some designer label stuff that we liked. After a while, we all kind of needed to pee but unfortunately the changing ooms were not an option. They were locked and guarded by a member of staff from whom a key would have to be obtained. This made getting away with it much too uncertain, to say the least. Well, ended up in a quieter corner between racks of designer dresses with no other customers nearby, where Roxy noticed that just behind the end of one rack was an area not effectively covered by cameras. She meandered to this area, stood with her legs parted and started pissing right there on the store carpet, flicking the occasional grin at us as she peed.

Clarisse laughed, "No panties on again today, Rox?"

"Actually I have. I just decided to pee without bothering to take them off, haha."

We all laughed at that.

But it was generally decided that it would be pushing our luck for all of us to pee here, so we wandered away from the scene of Roxy's piss puddle on the carpet once she'd finished. We headed instead for the store toilets at first, where Roxy immediately removed her pissy knickers and threw them in the bin. We contemplated peeing all over the place there but the problem was that anyone could walk in on us. Too risky. So we headed back out to the car park and towards the car. Monique smiled, and said in her sexy French accent, "In emergencies such as this, the backseat of my car can be a place to pee."

"Yeah, we've pissed on the backseat of your car a few times before", laughed Cassie.

In no time at all, both Cassie and Monique were squatting on the back seat of the Range Rover, piss loudly hissing and splashing down.

Clarisse headed for the front passenger door, "Might as well piss in the front." She too was soon squatting - on the front passenger seat with her skirt hoisted and panties pulled aside, blissfully spraying the seat with her piss.

Once Monique had finished, I took her place but squatted rather further forward, muff hovering over the front edge of the seat. Then with another loud hiss and much splashing, I too was pissing - all over the floor in front of the seat and on the back of the driver's seat.

We all - except Monique whose seat remained mostly dry - found ourselves sitting on pissy seats as we drove to a nearby pub for lunch and a drink. To avoid our clothing getting wet, we had to remove our knickers and lift the back of our skirts, so that we were sitting our bare asses on the pissy seats. But this felt well sexy, actually.

Anyway, in the pub we bought some drinks - Monique as the driver settling for soft drinks - and ordered food and all took our seats around a table in a corner. The food eventually arrived and we began eating whilst chatting. We told Roxy all about the fun we'd had last night, and the experiences the others had shared with me. Inevitably, Roxy was soon asked to divulge some of her wildest tales.

"Well, I do kind of like to make my own pee vids for my favourite girls. I think you've seen a couple of them haven't you Rochelle?"

I nodded.

"I never attempt to sell them commercially, don't want them becoming widespread public knowledge or anything, but it's fun making them for friends. I'll send you a zip file of some of my best ones sometime.

"Anyway, I've had a couple of brief guy experiences but it's really mostly girls who float my boat. All my first crushes were on girls. And I've been into peeing for as long as I can remenber, really - wetting on purpose and peeing on floors and carpets and shit like that from a young age. My first lesbian pee experience - well sort of - was when I persuaded one of my schoolfriends to join me in squatting and peeing on my bedroom carpet for a laugh. I think she just thought it was funny, but I was seriously turned on.

"Of course, as the youngest one here, the internet has been in my life since early on, so I was able to explore, open my mind, and meet like-minded people quite easily. I actually come from Yorkshire, but moved down here to live with this piss freak lesbian I'd met online. She turned out to have been one of the first customers at the Pink Lemon in it's earliest days, and knew the owner personally via fetish parties. She actually got me the barmaid's job there which was superb because it pays double the going rate, what with exceptional open-mindedness and discretion a job requirement. Sadly, though, she moved to Germany - she was half-German by the way - to make big money in German pee porn and we lost touch.

"As far as my most outrageous adventures are concerned, where do I start? I've done just about everything, really - pissed all over people's carpets, beds and furniture and whatever, been pissed on and have myself pissed all over people. I've pissed in their mouths and drank their piss, peed in public, you name it and I''ve done it. But If I had to choose the most outrageous of the lot - at least away from the Pink Lemon - I suppose it would have to be the time that my then girlfriend's mum walked in on us pissing on my girlfriend's bedroom carpet."

Roxy then told of how shocked the mother had looked and how horrified she and her girlfriend felt about being so discovered. But, amazingly, the mother had quickly regained her composure, and laughed openly at what they were doing, saying some shit like "If that's what you two do for kicks, well that's your business." She then said something about needing to pee herself and how the carpet was obviously fucked already, and popped a squat there herself! A moment later and she too was peeing on her daughter's bedroom carpet in front of her and Roxy, a faint hint of a smirk on her face indicating her pleasure!

After that, she pulled her knickers back up as she stood, let her skirt fall back into place, and chuckled, "Have fun", as she walked out of the room. The surrealness of it all was added to by the fact that this was such a one off. It never happened again. The mother never again even hinted at it and spoke perfectly normally forever after, as if it had never happened.

"In the Pink Lemon, there have been private nights before", Roxy continued. "Only private guests are allowed entry. That's when working there can be a real advantage, because not only can I be paid up to ten times the going rate, but I get access to all sorts of exclusive sights. A couple of the private nights have had a very select clientele, people most of the country would recognise. I honestly cannot divulge names even to you guys. But I don't think it gets more out there than seeing a well known actress from Eastenders squatting and peeing on the carpet, or an instantly recognisable lady newsreader pissing in someone's glass. And I've seen both, and more, haha."

I tried to persuade Roxy to divulge names, but the ohers told me I was wasting my time. They'd all tried too but Roxy had never spilled the beans. I had to admire that. Clearly she was the right girl for the job and took it seriously. But I really wanted to get a barmaid's job there myself now, more than ever.

Anyway, we'd finished our meals and drank several drinks and needed to pee again. Monique pointed out that there were not yet too many people here and we were not really visible to others in our current positions. "Let's all just pee here on the carpet under the table", she beamed. Which is pretty much what happened. All five of us were soon sitting with our exposed muffs overhanging the front of our seats, pissing there under the table. The combined hiss of five girls peeing, and the sound of five powerful sprays splashing down onto carpet was pretty audible so we were taking a risk. But we got away with it, the puddle under the table utterly massive as we departed the scene.

It was by now late afternoon so we had to drop Roxy home so that she had time to get ready for work in her capacity as Pink Lemon barmaid. The car seats had partially dried now but were still damp against our asses. Having offloaded Roxy, the rest of us drove to Clarisse's place so she could show me those VCR tapes she had of her younger self and another girl performing pee porn.

The picture quality was not ideal due to their age but they were watchable and the content was brilliant. There were scenes which showed an obviously youthful Clarisse and another girl peeing in various places in a hotel room - bathroom floor, bedroom carpet, on the bed, against the walls, in drawers and cupboards, on furniture, and in the later stages of each vid, all over each other. Great viewing actually.

Clarisse, with the rest of us chipping in to help, rustled up a quick snack - lunch had been large and fairly recent so none of us were very hungry - as we all kind of started looking forward in anticipation to a night out in the Pink Lemon. The plan was, when it was time to go out, to drive to Monique's where her car could be safely garaged, then taxi from there to the bar.

But just before leaving, we all really decided that we needed to pee first. Clarisse grinned broadly, "Spare room", and led us all upstairs into what was obviously a spare bedroom. "I know clean up is hassle, but this is just a spare room which doesn't need to be used. So I can just shut the door afterwards and forget about it until I have the time and inclination to clean up. It can smell as pissy as it likes in the meantime, so piss anywhere you like."

Well we'd just been given carte blanche and made the most of it. Monique was soon squatting upon the bed, pissing all over it, grinning with pleasure at the naughtiness of her actions.

Cassie was standing facing one wall, skirt hoisted and pelvis thrust forward as she peed against that wall. She swayed her hips slowly from side to side, deliberately spraying her piss over as large an area of the wall as possible.

Clarisse herself was soon standing with her legs apart, pissing all over the carpet, chuckling gleefully at the sight of her pee splashing down.

As for myself, I spotted the small armchair in the corner, so I strode over to it, stood with my legs parted facing it, and hoisted my skirt. I was soon sending a powerful, slightly golden, spray of my own pee all over the cushion and back of that armchair, swaying my hips to piss on the arms as well.

Once we'd all finished, Clarisse enthused, "Fucking awesome", and laughed.

Next up, saturday night in the Pink Lemon.