Ski Trip 4: Out on the Town

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

Hi everyone, I'm returning again to this group of students on a ski trip. Today, the nearby dive bar gets more than they bargained for when our friends show up. It's not particularly important to read them in order, but I'll also link parts 1, 2 and 3. Like the others, this story contains naughty indoor peeing and some elements of pee vandalism, but nothing too extreme. It also contains wetting.

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It was peaceful in the dorm room. Chloe and Helen lay arm-in-arm in Chloe’s bunk, both reading. Jo sat across from them, tapping on their phone, while Kelly napped on the bunk above. They had just come down from their first day of skiing, and were enjoying the opportunity to rest and be quiet. With the window open the carpet had mostly dried out during the day, although the smell lingered.

The quiet was shattered by the door bouncing open, as Steve entered followed by another man that none of the others recognised.

“… just do it in here,” Steve was saying. “We all have been. Afternoon all, look lively,” he added, looking around at the room’s occupants.

“Are you kidding?” said his friend. The guy was tall and well-built, with a square jaw and black hair. He sniffed the air and said, “Jesus, you’re not kidding.”

Steve stood just inside the door and dropped his shorts and boxers to his feet, pointed his cock forwards, and pissed across the carpeted floor, his arc spraying almost the length of the room.

His friend looked around the room’s other occupants, surprised by their lack of surprise. “You guys have all been doing this?”

“Pretty much,” said Jo, while Chloe nodded.

The guy hesitated for a few seconds, then shrugged. “Well, it’s not my room getting trashed,” he said, unfastening his flies and turning to face the wall between the door and Chloe’s bunk.

“What’s going on?” asked Kelly, sleepily. She peered down over the rail of her top bunk just in time to see the new guy start pissing on the wall. “Who the hell are you?” she asked.

“This is my mate Richard,” said Steve, not looking up from his own piss. “He’s another rugby lad.”

“Charmed to meet you,” said Kelly, watching Richard’s piss flow down the wall. “So what, are we just inviting everyone in to piss in our room now? Does this look like a public loo?”

“Stop moaning, you’ve seen what the line for the bog is like,” said Steve. “We just needed a quick piss. Listen, there’s a pub just down the road, do you want to join us? All of you, I mean. You don’t look busy.”

He finished up and shook himself dry, pulled his shorts back up to his waist.

“Sure, I’ll come,” said Helen, stretching. “I just have to pee too and then I’ll be ready.”

She crossed over to the spare bed and squatted above it, her jeans around her knees. The white sheets were looking noticeably discoloured, and her yellowish pee made its own addition to the stains. Richard stared at her, clearly astonished, and not quite managing to hide the way he adjusted his trousers.

Chloe and Jo both peed as well, both squatting on the floor by their beds. Kelly didn’t bother. The group headed out to the pub.

 

The pub was warm, but dark and grimy. The smells of many skiers, fresh off the slopes and pressed closely together, mixed unpleasantly in the damp air. It was an old building that had been extended many times, resulting in a labyrinthine tangle of rooms and corridors.

They eventually found Will and Nicole in one of the back rooms, where they had managed to pull together enough tables for the eight of them to sit despite how busy the pub was. They grabbed a couple of beers each, grumbled about the Swiss prices, and for some time they drank and they reminisced about the day’s skiing.

Kelly was in the back corner, the hardest seat to get out of. Nobody seemed to notice her starting to squirm with discomfort, nor did they notice the sudden relaxation that followed it. Unfortunately, in a lull in the conversation, everybody at the table did hear the dripping sound. All eyes turned to Kelly.

“Sorry,” she whispered, her face bright red. “I thought it would just soak into the cushion, I didn’t realise …”

She was sitting at one end of a bench seat, padded with a cushion, that was not quite as thick and absorbent as she had expected. It had quickly become sodden with her piss and started to overflow onto the wooden floor.

“Eww!” said Nicole. A couple of other people laughed.

Richard, who was sharing the bench with Kelly, felt the damp cushion between them. “Jesus, you really had to go.”

“I haven’t been since we left the slopes,” said Kelly, who still looked mortified. “I didn’t think about -- did it get you?”

“Hasn’t spread this far yet,” said Richard. “But even if it does, I can manage with a damp backside for one evening.”

“Well if she can piss, I can,” said Steve, who had already finished his second beer. He stood up from his seat and started unfastening his shorts.

“Steve! Ew!” said Nicole. “Don’t you dare!”

“What?” said Steve. “You’ve been pissing in the hotel just like all of us.”

“Not the same thing!” said Nicole. “There’s people all around, someone’s gonna see!”

A splashing noise indicated that Steve wasn’t listening. All of the others looked under the table to see a stream of piss splashing against the table legs.

“All right, don’t all look, you’ll make it obvious what I’m doing,” said Steve.

“Wouldn’t want to draw attention to us,” said Helen wryly.

“Don’t you piss on my leg, dickhead,” said Kelly, who was sitting opposite Steve.

“Oh God, we’re going to get kicked out,” said Nicole.

“So what?” said Steve. “There’s other pubs in this town.”

The splashing sound petered out, and Steve put his cock back into his shorts. A couple at the table behind Steve were giving him disgusted looks. Apart from them, nobody else seemed to have noticed.

Steve belched. “I’m going for more beer,” he said, and headed off in the direction of the bar.

“Can you believe him?” Nicole asked.

Will shrugged. “Are you surprised? Anyway, Kelly did piss first.”

“Oi, at least I was subtle about it,” said Kelly.

“Well, I’m going to get my own back on him,” said Nicole.

“How?” asked Will.

“You just keep an eye out for him coming back,” said Nicole. She picked one of the empty glasses off the table, glanced around to see if anyone from the nearby tables was watching, and then held the glass under her skirt. There was an audible tinkling sound, which became a splashing sound as the glass started to fill.

“Come on, keep talking,” said Nicole, as everyone at the table had fallen silent. “I don’t want people to hear.”

“You made such a fuss about Steve pissing,” said Kelly.

“This is different,” said Nicole. “I’m not making a mess.”

Richard laughed. “Cause pissing in a glass is so much classier.”

Nicole filled the glass up to the brim and lifted it back onto the table. In the dim light, the pale yellow liquid didn’t look too different to a cheap lager. Nicole hesitated for a second, then shrugged, lifted her skirt out of the way, and finished her piss right onto the floor.

“Fuck it, I’m not going to the toilet just for the last few drops.”

“Filthy hypocrite,” said Kelly.

“Look, you and Steve started it, all right?” said Nicole. “If the floor’s already wet, might as well piss.”

“When you put it like that, it sounds pretty profound,” said Helen.

Steve returned carrying two more beers. Nicole waited for a moment when he was distracted, then switched out one of his new drinks for the glass she had ‘refilled’. It only took a minute or two before Steve lifted the new glass to his mouth, took a sip, and spluttered.

“What the fuck is that!” he said, as everyone at the table laughed. He sniffed at the liquid, and said, “Who the fuck’s pissed in my drink?”

Nobody answered, but everybody looked at Nicole. Steve followed their gaze.

“Oh, you little minx,” he said. He picked up the glass and threw its contents at Nicole. She gasped as the warm fluid splashed over her chest.

“Hey!” she said.

“Well, you made me drink your piss. And after you made such a fuss about me pissing!”

“This top was clean on this evening,” said Nicole. She squeezed at the front of her shirt, wringing her own piss out of it.

“Are you okay?” asked Richard. “Do you have something to change into?”

“No, it’s fine,” said Nicole. “I’ll just take it off.” So saying, she pulled the shirt up over her head and tossed it onto the floor beneath the table.

She glanced around at the faces nearby, and added, “Don’t get too excited, lads, it’s just a pair of tits. You’ve all seen tits before.”

“Oi, I think some of it must have soaked through to your bra,” said Steve. “You should take that off as well.”

“You’d like that, would you?” Nicole asked.

“Course I would,” said Steve.

Nicole took a long drink from her beer. “Fuck it, it did get quite damp,” she said, reaching behind her for the fastener. “If they chuck me out for this I’m blaming you, Steve.”

The rest of the table stared as Nicole’s tits swung free, as did several people from nearby tables. Kelly was perhaps the only person who didn’t feel their pulse quicken at the sight.

“Okay, folks, you can look at my face again now,” said Nicole, but her expression seemed pleased.

At the next table, the couple who had been giving them disgusted looks before now got up to leave, grumbling under their breath.

Jo left the table in the direction of the bathrooms. It was only a minute before they returned, looking gloomy.

“What’s up, long queue?” asked Chloe.

“Long queue, like everywhere in this town,” Jo agreed. In a quieter voice, they added, “Also, there’s no gender neutral toilet I can use.”

“That sucks,” said Helen.

“I’ll just wait until we get back to the dorm room,” said Jo.

“That might be hours,” said Chloe. “Why don’t you just go here like Steve did?”

Jo shrugged. “I dunno,” they said. “It feels a bit …”

“A bit what?”

“A bit laddish, you know what I mean?” said Jo. “It’s something cocky guys do. I don’t want people to think of me that way.”

“It doesn’t have to be laddish,” said Chloe. “It’s all about the attitude. Watch this.”

She hopped her feet onto her chair, so that she was crouching rather than sitting, and pulled her leggings down to her knees. Helen, who was sat across from her, was the only one who caught a good view of the patch of hair between her legs -- Jo, off to one side, saw only a flash of it. Her pee arced upwards, narrowly missing the edge of the table, before curving down and splashing onto the floor. A few people from the noisier end of the table looked around, but apart from that she drew remarkably little attention.

“See?” Chloe said to Jo. “I’m not a lad making a scene, I’m just a girl who has to pee and doesn’t want to wait in line.”

Helen said, “I can’t tell you how attractive you are right now, Chloe.”

Chloe giggled. “Naughty girl.”

She pulled her leggings back up and resumed her seat.

“So how about it?” she said to Jo. “Just poke your you-know out of your shorts or something, nobody’ll even notice.”

“The floor’s already wet,” said Helen, “so you won’t even be making a mess.”

Jo hesitated for a few seconds longer, then shrugged. “Why not? They should have more toilets.”

They were wearing short jean shorts, and now they pulled at one leg, slipping their member out and aiming at the floor. They pissed for a long time, mingling together with Chloe’s puddle, which was now starting to spread out from under the table.

Meanwhile, the group’s newest member, Richard, was elbowing Kelly, who sat beside him on the bench.

“What?” she asked.

“I want to show you something,” said Richard, taking her hand and pulling it towards him.

“You’re all right, mate,” said Kelly, “I’m not giving you a handjob thanks.”

“Shut up, that’s not what I’m after,” said Richard. He guided her hand to his trouser-leg. She felt the dampness and her eyes widened.

“Did you piss yourself?” she whispered.

“I still am,” said Richard. “Took a leaf out of your book.”

Kelly moved her hand to his crotch, feeling the wetness flowing through the material.

“Good, isn’t it?” said Kelly.

“I can see why you like it,” said Richard.

“It’s so fucking convenient,” said Kelly. “I haven’t used the bog all day, I’ve just pissed in my ski suit. By the time we finished for the day my boots were overflowing.”

A dripping sound started as, just like had happened to Kelly, the cushion under Richard became waterlogged and started to overflow onto the floor.

“It’s convenient, sure,” said Richard, “but there’s more to it than that, right? The warmth, that certain tingling feeling …”

“Gross,” said Kelly, taking her hand away from his crotch.

“You don’t feel it?” said Richard.

Kelly hesitated. “At first I just wanted to piss in that hotel room without showing people my minge.”

“But now …” Richard prompted.

“Are you still pissing?” said Kelly.

“I just finished,” said Richard.

“Well, I need to go again,” said Kelly. “You can feel mine, if you like.”

She pulled his hand to the crotch of her black jeans, still damp from her earlier piss. After a few seconds, Richard felt renewed wetness under his fingers.

“Now tell me that doesn’t feel good,” said Richard, as the wet patch spread down to envelop Kelly’s backside.

“Maybe it does,” said Kelly. “What’s it to you?”

Richard started to run his fingers up and down the in-seam of her jeans. The wet material squelched, and Kelly twitched.

“What are you two up to down there?” asked Will, looking around at them.

“Nothing,” said Kelly, hurriedly pushing Richard’s hand away.

Will got to his feet and stretched. “Well, I have to piss too,” he said. “I hear the line for the bathroom is really long, so I’m sure they won’t object.”

He stepped into the corner between his seat and Kelly’s, unzipped, and let fly against the wall. It was a loud piss, and if any of the other patrons in the room hadn’t noticed the group before, they noticed Will.

Unfortunately, it couldn’t last for ever. A very flustered bouncer approached the table. He saw Will in mid-piss, the topless Nicole, and the puddle that by now was spreading well beyond the table, and he decided the pub could make do without their custom. Before long, all of them were bundled out onto the street, with barely enough time to grab their coats (Nicole pulled her coat on over her bare chest, her sodden top left behind on the floor). The bouncer told them, very explicitly, not to come back, and slammed the door shut.

“Bound to happen,” said Steve. “What do you reckon, on to the next pub, or grab some beers from the supermarket and head back to the room?”

“Wait for me a second, guys,” said Helen. “I asked him to let me use the bathroom before we left, but he seemed to think I was being funny.”

“What are you going to do?” asked Will.

Even as he asked, Helen was pulling down her jeans. She sank into a high squat just outside the pub doors, and power-pissed onto the stones. She must have been holding it all evening, because there was a lot of piss to come. There was a slight downward slope towards the doors, and soon her piss was flowing like a miniature river through the gap under the doors and into the pub. This didn’t seem to bother Helen, who continued to piss like a racehorse for more than a minute, until finally her bladder was empty.

“That’s better,” she said, pulling her jeans back into place. “Such a shame he wouldn’t let me piss inside. Now, where are we going next?”

[pickle313 5]

Another great addition. I really love Kelly casually wetting herself in these stories.