Naughty Pee Tales - Amanda's Greenhouse Leak

[Alpian 687]

You may know the prologue of this story from literotica. Honestly, I feel it is the best piece I ever wrote - fast paced and full on the subject. Unfortunately, the following parts don't currently stand up to the standard set by the introduction, so I haven't dared publishing any of it. Yet I can't improve it, either - I get stuck every time I open the file.

If you have any suggestions, please let me know! Any critique is welcome: storyline, style, wording, grammar...

Tags: naughty, female peeing, outdoor, public, plant, street, greenhouse

Women peeing in public share their experiences

Naughty Pee Tales
Amanda’s Greenhouse Leak

Prologue

Amanda opened the button of her jeans. As she was pulling down her zipper, a voice asked from behind:

“Excuse me, do you have a tissue?”

Surprised, she turned round to see a tall, slim college student standing in the alley behind her.

“Let me see.” she replied and rummaged through her bag. “Here you go.”

“Thanks!” The girl smiled, lifting her not quite knee-long brown designer skirt.

“Actually, do you have one for me, too?” Clarissa inquired on her other side. Her friend had suggested using this alley as their toilet. She was already squatting on the cobbled ground, a golden torrent spraying from between her legs.

“Where had the other girl suddenly come from?” Amanda wondered silently. Her thoughts still full of the impression left by the stranger’s long legs in their black stockings, she picked another Kleenex from her box and handed it to Clarissa. “What a puddle, already…” she thought to herself as she glanced at her friend. The gushing pee fascinated her as it shimmered in the twilight.

Just a couple of meters behind her friend, people strolled along the busy pedestrian high street, unaware of what was happening almost under their eyes.

“So you peed in your parent’s greenhouse?” Clarissa picked up their previous topic, still continuing her toilet on the pavement.

“It was about ten years ago, the summer after high school graduation.” Amanda confirmed, her jeans halfway down to her knees.

Watching her older friend uninhibitedly flooding the public space with her pee and at the same time recalling those ancient memories turned her on. Her own desperate need to empty her stretched bladder got lost between those dominant feelings.

“It was because you were grounded?” Clarissa pressed on, looking up at her.

Her eyes fixed on the dark triangle of pubic hair, watching her friend’s golden stream, Amanda replied:

“Mom had kicked me out after I’d tried to rush into the bathroom before her. The cold summer morning air drove me to the mild greenhouse.”

“You weren’t used to peeing outdoors, were you?”

Clarissa’s urine was running along the pavement, down the slight slope, forming a little rivulet of yellow liquid. Yet the clatter on the stones diminished as her bladder was emptying fast into the puddle between her legs.

“Pee was all over my legs! It was a real mess…” Amanda remembered.

She concentrated: She needed to get going, otherwise Clarissa would be ready to leave before she’d even started. Jeans and cotton panties around her knees, she bent forward, lifting her ass high up. Her pussy was pointing backward, directed away from Clarissa, diagonally towards the wall of one of the buildings framing the alley. Holding her pants with one hand, she used the other hand to spread her inner labia. Looking between her legs to guide her first squirt, she saw the other girl standing behind her. She had lifted her skirt, now pulling down black lace thongs still partially covering her crotch.

“With the dry soil it must have been quite a muddy mixture around your feet… I hope your panties stayed clean?” Clarissa smiled, interrupting her friend’s musings.

A sharp jet of hot piss shot from between Amanda’s lips, arching well aimed to the triangle formed by the wall, a rain pipe, and the ground. She knew this avoided unnecessary backsplash.

“Panties? They were hanging on one of Mom’s tomato plants!” Amanda laughed. “I was straddling her bed of basil, I couldn’t spread my legs far enough with them around my ankles.”

Laughing made Amanda’s hard jet stray from its course and the sound of splattering pee filled the alley.

Clarissa chimed in her laughing, observing her friend’s thin but firm stream of urine shooting out behind her to hit the wall at almost a meter’s distance.

Trying to aim her squirting pee, Amanda was still looking through the triangle between her crotch, legs, and trousers. She kept moving her hips ever so slightly, holding her slit open with her fingers. Behind the haze of the spraying pee, she saw a movement: The stranger had stopped dead as Amanda began urinating; and now her thongs slipped out of her hand and fell to the ground as she continued to stare at the woman in front of her.

Unconsciously, Amanda’s hip and fingers followed her line of sight and again the well-aimed gush of golden nectar deviated from its target. It was now hitting the curved end of the rain pipe where it opened to discharge its floods into the alley. From there, her piss was splashing everywhere!

“Evidently!” Clarissa still laughed. “I just imagine 18 year-old you standing before the basil bed with your panties around your ankles and pondering your options. Can’t quite get around to believing you didn’t know how to pee outdoors at that age!”

Both ladies laughed even harder. Indeed, it was a strange thought! They had enjoyed peeing in public ever since they met a couple years ago. Clarissa was still rubbing the Kleenex against her pussy, stimulating herself at the show before her eyes. She enjoyed being naughty in public, and with Amanda around they were always having fun. The perplexed look on the stranger’s face – gazing at Amanda’s private parts as if under a spell – added to her arousal.

“I’d been brooding over the injustice of my parents and the world in general for quite a while before my desperate need to pee came back with an urge.” Amanda continued. “This provoked the wicked idea of punishing my mom for denying me my morning toilet: I would do it on her beloved plants!”

Slowly, the pressure on her bladder was declining. She’d been pissing hard for about a minute now, and despite her tight urethra even a full bladder wouldn’t last forever. Bending her knees and getting into a more upright position, she made sure her light-golden stream didn’t wet her pants as it faded into a trickle.

“So you looked around, dropped your panties, and stepped over the basil?” Clarissa wanted more details.

“At first, I wanted to go on the tomatoes. But I couldn’t quite figure out how to straddle them, toilet-seat style.” Amanda giggled, pulling a tissue from her bag and wiping her trimmed vulva.

“You’d certainly know how to get around that problem today.” Her friend commented as Amanda threw the used tissue behind her and straightened herself.

Clarissa loved this moment: she was still squatting low on the ground, naked from waist to knees, looking up at her younger friend. A well-defined triangle of short, trimmed pubic hair not entirely covering Amanda’s protruding inner labia was on display just a few feet from her face…

Yet it was time to leave. Dropping her tissue right on the spot, soaking wet with pee and vaginal juices as it was, she got up. Her little more than knee-long dress fell from her waist as she released it and she was ready to go: she hadn’t bothered wearing panties today. Between her feet, the carelessly discarded tissue was crumbling in the puddle of pee she had left in the middle of the alley.

As Amanda bent forward to get dressed, she fully exposed her pussy one last time to the girl still standing behind her.

Fully dressed, the friends left the alley, still discussing Amanda’s greenhouse adventure:

“This has got me so horny! Would you mind telling your story once again from end to end?” Clarissa said.

Before she began, Amanda turned round to have a last glance into the alley: The girl had shaken off her paralysis and was now squatting with her skirt held up and her thong around her knees. From her pink pussy sprang a vivid arch of pee glistening in the sun…

Edited November 16, 2021 by Alpian
Improved tags

[Alpian 687]

Second part - not published elsewhere. If anyone feels like truly editing it, your help is welcome! I'm not too happy with the ample use of italics, but haven't really found a different way to distinguish Betty's thoughts from the "real world" storyline.

Tags: see first part.

Elizabeth’s Discovery

Elizabeth, she hated it when friends and family called her Betty, was flabbergasted when she inadvertently followed the two older women’s conversation. Were they really discussing how the younger one had pissed on her parent’s vegetables and herbs?

She was still thunderstruck as the women disappeared on the main street. After a short first spurt of pee from her lovely smooth vulva, she had needed a moment to breathe and calm down before she could resume.

“What had happened?” she tried to recall. “I left the mall by the side door, needing to relieve myself without waiting for the cleaning crew to reopen the mall’s toilets. I had been pulling down my thongs when I saw someone enter the alley from the high street. Stopping and pretending I just wanted to join the high street via the mall’s side entrance, I walked up to them. As I approached, the older lady squat right there, barely a couple meters into the alley. I felt relieved: I, too, desperately needed to pee! Ready to turn back to the far end, I suddenly realized I didn’t have anything to wipe. How did I have the courage to ask them? I’ll never know! Then, their conversation caught my ear: ‘… peed in … greenhouse…’ she said. I froze on the spot.”

With these thoughts, Elizabeth looked down her slender body to make sure her skirt was out of harm’s way. She liked her shaven pussy, she realized, as she saw it exposed in the sunshine, a fine golden stream of urine springing from her tight peehole. Her inside was a light pink; her vagina and urethra framed by inner labia pronounced enough to make hers a definitely adult slit. Still dreaming, she watched her pee arch through the air between her thighs before foaming into the slowly growing puddle on the pavement.

“How unashamed the older lady had squatted right there. She’d clearly seen me walking up to them! No panties! She started pissing right when I asked her friend for a tissue! As if it were the most natural thing in the world, peeing right there in public, in front of a total stranger and barely away from the busy pedestrian shopping street… And the other woman: She handed me the tissue without a sign of surprise. How she pulled down her pants and then put her hand between her legs, right at her crotch. When she bent forward, she totally exposed herself to me! Had she smiled at me from between her legs? What a hard jet of pee…”

With that thought, Elizabeth looked at her own stream. It was a soft tinkle, clearly arching about a foot through the air, yet far from the powerful gush she’d seen moments before.

“Against the wall, she peed! And when she laughed, it splashed everywhere. No wonder she aimed it so far from her own feet… Not one drop ran down her legs, I wonder how she did it.”

Elizabeth always felt a bit awkward about peeing outdoors, since she couldn’t avoid having some dribbles of pee run along her labia and over her butt-cheeks or even her thighs. Surprised, she realized today seemed to be different: Only a clearly defined stream sprang from her fully exposed urethra, framed by her parted labia. No stray dribbles, no trickle running along her skin. She watched herself more closely as she felt the end of her pee nearing. As her bladder slowly emptied, the pressure of her squirt diminished and the golden arc of urine springing from her source became shorter and shorter. A last effort, squeezing the last jet of pee from her vulva, and she clenched her sphincter shut.

“I’ve done it!” she jubilated inwardly. “My pussy is almost dry after this piss!”

Somehow happy and elated, she wiped her labia and held the tissue in her hand. Where should she dispose of it? She’d have to get rid of it before she could pull up her thong. In a flush of excitement, she let it fall.

“What the heck – there are already two tissues lying in the alley. Why shouldn’t I just add mine? Those two women are right – we girls are just making too much of a fuss about peeing!”

And she looked at the mess around her: The puddle between her legs, the rivulet running from her puddle towards the centerline of the alley and then forward in the direction of the main street. It was about to merge with the older woman’s rivulet of piss that ran like a line along the center of the lane. The younger woman had left a huge spot of sprinkles and spray on the wall, on the rain drain and on the floor around it. Only a fraction of that pee had united to form a trickle rejoining her own pee centimeters from her feet.

“Why didn’t they install a drain in this alley? All our rivulets of pee are converging in a stream towards the main street.”

Elizabeth blushed at the idea of their golden river springing into daylight on the pedestrian high street as she got up and adjusted her black lace tong.

[Alpian 687]

Third part - Draft. Editing welcome.

Tags: see first part

Amanda's Greenhouse Pee

“It had been a day at the lake with friends. We had a barbeque with some meat and plenty of beer; after all we’d just finished school and had a beautiful summer ahead of us.” Amanda started her recite as they approached the coffee house.

Clarissa steered them upstairs and chose a table in the right corner at the window front donning to the high street.

“She’s finally finished her business, too.” She giggled and pointed to the posh student stepping into the pedestrian shopping street.

“Admit it, you chose this table to get a last glance of our unexpected peeing mate.” Amanda replied, adding: “See the three white spots? Those must be our wipes, clear indication to anyone passing that three ladies left their mark.”

They ordered drinks from the young waiter as they each recalled the scene that had played just before. Both of them loved naughtily peeing outdoors and the presence of the slender and elegant young woman had greatly contributed to the enjoyment of their common public pee scene just a few meters from the busy shopping street.

“But now let’s get back to your graduation summer experience.” Clarissa was the first to speak after a few minutes of silence as they pondered a small glistening stream of their united discharge snake into the sunlit high-street.

“I was pretty drunk and went straight to bed when I arrived home. I slept really well until early in the morning.” Amanda continued, taking a sip from her sparkling apple juice drink. “I woke up from the pain my overstretched bladder sent to my brain. It really hurt, and I was close to peeing my bed the instant I woke up, still a bit dizzy.”

“Still drunk?”

“Maybe just tired. However, it took a couple minutes until I realized what was going on. Fortunately, I wore panties under my semi-transparent white nighty, as they soaked up the premature spurt of pee escaping my body when I sat up.”

“Poor 18 year-old Amanda was ashamed and frightened to death anyone would notice.” Clarissa wondered.

“Oh, yes, I was!” Amanda admitted. “It helped that the nighty was rather short, so I didn’t sit on it: it stayed dry. But I was too desperate to worry about that now – instead, I was sprinting out of the room and almost flying down the stairs to reach the only bathroom in our old house.

Panting, I reached the door just the moment my mom opened it to take a shower. Without hesitation, I ducked under her arm. I would have continued my sprint to the toilet bowl, had my mom not caught the belt of my nighty. I stopped dead, clenching my sphincter shut at the sudden pressure on my lower belly. I couldn’t avoid a spurt escaping my urethra, and I felt some pee leaking through my soaked cotton panties. Pressing my thighs together, I avoided it visibly dripping to the floor at the price of having pee slowly running down the inside of my legs.

‘Where are you headed this quickly, my dear?’ Mom asked in her sweetest voice. ‘Who taught you this kind of behavior? Good morning, by the way!’

It was very clear that she was absolutely pissed. And when my dad appeared on the scene, I knew I’d committed a terrible error not explaining my predicament first.

‘I need to pee, now.’ I helplessly uttered. ‘Lemme go, I’m desperate… Please!’

‘Fuck!’ I thought – Too late! At the very minimum, I should have started with ‘Please’ or ‘Excuse me’… eighteen years old and still underestimating my parents’ sense for good manners. I didn’t have to wait for the punishment: Still holding my belt, my mom pulled me all the way to the front door, opened it and shoved me outside.

The sun had just risen above the horizon and the air was quite chilly. The cold made me shiver and I had goosebumps all over. My breast tensed and my erect nipples pushed against the soft fabric of my silky night gown. I never wore a bra at night, and in the bright early-morning sunlight, I was sure my dark areolae shone through the thin fabric – for all neighbors to see. But worst of all was the effect on my bladder. I felt I’d explode! The chill was intensified by my wet thighs, the wind having free access to them under the short and wide nightgown. My drenched crotch felt like it was being refrigerated as a gust of wind lifted the hem of my nighty, exposing my drenched undies to the world.

‘You’d better think about what you just did and reconsider your behavior.’ my mom notified me without heeding my predicament. ‘Just because you’re eighteen now doesn’t change the rules!’

I heard the door close behind me and the key turn. Knowing my parents, it wouldn’t open in the next hour at least.

I felt tears welling up. How could my parents be so mean? This was so unfair! Despair was taking hold of me; I saw the world like through a distorted glass, totally out of focus. Were all parents so cruel? Doubling over, the chill didn’t seem as bad anymore: warmth filled my crotch and spread along my thighs. I wanted to crumble on the spot and weep – but I was too proud to let my parents’ witness how their daughter was weeping like a baby.

New resolve filled my mind, and in horror and disgust I realized I was peeing my panties right there under our front porch. ‘No, this must not happen!’ I blushed and darted off around the house to the farthest corner of our garden, marking my way with a chain of droplets of morning urine. Fortunately, they were only visible on the marble flooring of the porch where the sun would quickly evaporate them!”

“I thought you had held on until you arrived in the greenhouse and managed to put your panties out of harm’s way before letting go?” Clarissa was confused.

“At least, they didn’t get muddy…” Amanda smirked, remembering the mess everything had ended up in. “But let me give you the details of what happened next:

So now I was standing at the far end of our garden, slowly peeing into my panties and about to break out in tears. The grass was still wet with dew, it was cold, I was afraid of a neighbor seeing me in this embarrassing situation… Through the haze of my tears I realized the greenhouse was just meters away and would not only provide a reasonable screen against any unwarranted attention but also give limited insulation for my eventual weeping. Plus it would be warm and cozy compared to outside, even with the little sun we had this early.

By the time I had arrived in the greenhouse, I was weeping helplessly. I slumped down onto a pallet where my mom stored her flower pots and similar stuff – I was just a heap of helpless, misunderstood, and miserable teenage girl wetting her knickers.

During the last minute or two since I had been kicked out, my bladder had slowly but continuously released a trickle of hot, yellow morning urine into my panties’ padding. Now the pressure had attained a bearable level and despite my desperate situation, I managed to shut off the flow. Indeed, my upbringing was so strict on bodily functions that I would not admit myself to continue wetting my panties.”

“That’s what has given you the stamina to last through our desperation games today.” Clarissa laughted.

“You may be right – I was and am able to hold astonishing amounts of pee in my bladder as it was out of the question to go to the loo during school or otherwise exposing that girls had this need, too.” Amanda confirmed and continued:

“Slowly, I was getting warm again, the weeping subsided and I got angry. How could my own parents do this to me? I felt I had a right to go first if I had the most urgent need. After all it was them who taught me you could only ever pee on a toilet. I wasn’t even allowed to piss in the shower as a kid, although I admit to having done it from time to time when no one was around.

The wet panties felt uncomfortably cold. Reluctantly, I got up, looked around if really nobody could see me, and pulled them down my legs. I was acutely aware of the semi-transparency of my short nighty and how my dark bush stood out against my pale skin.

Hesitantly, I took the soaked panties between two fingers and held them as far from my body as I could. They were thoroughly drenched in pee – not only the crotch, but also the buttocks and a portion of the front. What a shock when I realized they had probably become see-through and shown my dark pubic triangle. I blushed at the idea that someone might have noticed before I entered the greenhouse. Looking around, I searched for a spot to place them – I just wanted to get rid of them.

Finally, I flung them on a tomato plant. They tumbled down a few branches and ended up wrapped around a red grape of beautiful cherry tomatoes.”

“But didn’t you tell me you had only taken off your panties because you couldn’t straddle the basil properly?” Clarissa interrupted before taking a sip from her large apple juice drink and waiting for her friend’s reply.

“That was the short version – I knew you would like the idea.” Amanda admitted. “In reality, it took some time for me to resolve to pissing in the greenhouse now that the pressure was bearable.”

“I keep forgetting how shy you must have been back then.” Clarissa smiled. “You weren’t quite like that anymore when we first met.”

“However, I kept staring at the tomatoes covered in pee-drenched panties and felt a mix of disgust and excitement. How disgusting was it to think about food being in contact with my morning piss – and how exciting was it to have done this to my mother who so brutally had deprived me of the right to go to the toilet. The longer I stared and pondered my feelings, the more I felt the urge to empty my bladder take possession of my brain. Indeed, my bladder was still full to the brink, and my kidneys continued processing the beer I had drunk the evening before.

Soon, those feelings started to mix, and I found myself considering the idea to go potty on the tomato plants, adding to the perceived humiliation for my mother.”

“Go potty? Are you kidding me?” her friend asked incredulous.

“My parents went to the bathroom, but I had always been going potty…” Amanda’s voice trailed off. After a pause, she continued: “I guess that was to say they could always just storm in on me whilst I had to stay out when they were doing their business. But on that memorable greenhouse day, I figured that a baby can’t control its potty needs and so if I was going potty in the greenhouse, that was totally ok…

With new eyes, I looked at the plants all around me. Could I piss on one of mom’s cherished tomato plants? I tried to squat next to one, but there was no way I could hit it with my stream in my traditional sitting ‘potty’ position. I must have tried several minutes to find a suitable position, but I was too focused on squatting in a sitting pose to get anywhere.

Should I just let it go on the path between the plants? No, too vividly did I remember a girl at the party the night before who had peed in a spot of dry earth just outside the hut at the lake. Her strong stream had jutted from her pussy, exposed to all, the hot piss forcefully hitting the earth between her feet. A cloud of dust and splashing pee soon camouflaged her dirty action – but I’d not anytime soon forget the mess she had made of herself in the process, muddy soil sprayed all over her legs, from her feet all the way up to her thighs and bikini bottoms. Nor the laughter this had elicited from the bystanders before she fled to dive into the lake and wash. Naked dry soil wasn’t an option for me!

How about the pallet with mom’s flower pots and tools? I shivered at the idea – it was way too naughty for me. And I knew mom would come to look after her plants before noon – I’d be in a lot more trouble if she found out!

My eyes fell on a green patch next to me, and I recognized the basil leaves my mom used on almost everything she fed us – up to the point I couldn’t stand it anymore.

Boldly, I walked up to the spot and squat down. But when I had gone deep enough, I felt the basil tickle my ass. It was distracting. And when I looked down on myself, lifting my nighty out of the way, I saw my muff once again pointing towards the bare ground. My stream would still hit between my legs on the path. This didn’t work!

I stuffed the lower part of my nightdress in its belt for better freedom of movement, spread my legs further, and further, and further. Finally, I was almost in spread, my feet more than a meter apart, and I was straddling the full width of the patch of basil. But impossible to squat now! I flexed my knees a little bit and looked down. My pussy was fully exposed, pubic hair and labia had been pulled to the sides and I clearly saw my clitoris peeking through. Hands on my knees, nighty around my waist, I was looking at my crotch and stretched my back as much as I could, rolling my hips forward to see as much of my vulva as possible. I wanted to see how my hot morning urine left my body to wreak havoc with mom’s herbs!

It came as a surprise to inexperienced me, when my sphincter muscle finally gave way and my urethra pushed forward to show its little pee hole in the cavity between my inner labia. Instantly, a fountain of yellow pee shot out and forward into the basil bed. It was a fine, hard jet of fragrant urine that left my most private parts to befoul the fine herbs my mother had lovingly planted for her cuisine. My whole body was trembling through the combination of unusual position, excitement, and fear of being discovered – thus moving my stream all over the place, thoroughly showering the plants that stood in its way. I could smell the familiar flavor of basil mixed with the scent of my bitter-sweet urine filling the greenhouse.

My emotions got out of hand: The thrill of doing something so indecent, so forbidden, so wrong; the fear of being found out; the last bit of drunkenness from too much beer the night before; the sight of my own pussy spouting its waste into the light and onto mom’s plants… The tickling in my belly grew in intensity as my bladder emptied, and nervous excitement took hold of me.

After a while, my stream ebbed and ran dry. Staggering, I got back into an upright position and retreated from the plant bed. Dropping the hem of my nightdress, I eyed the scene of my deed and took a deep breath: What a revenge I had taken on my parents! Too sad it had to stay secret. My lower body was still throbbing with my overstretched bladder recovering and hormones flooding my body.

Fear set in – I needed to hide my crime. I grabbed the hose and watered the other plants in the greenhouse, careful not to spray the basil. The place had to look as if I had tended to the plants needs as a sign of repentance when my parents would invite me back in. Only I must ever know what really happened.

An hour had gone by when finally I picked my pee-soaked panties from the tomatoes to put them back on. It cost me quite an effort to put the wet knickers back in place!”

“How did your parents react? Did they ever find out?” Clarissa wanted to know.

“I went back to the front-door and sat on the porch. The rising sun was shining on my front and I kept my legs spread to let its rays warm the fabric of my gusset, totally oblivious to the fact that our neighbors and everyone passing on the street could steal a glance on my pee-drenched panties as I reveled in the events of the past hour.”

“No! Don’t tell me shy Amanda would get lost in such musings to the point of becoming indecent?” Clarissa mocked. “And what about your parents?”

“I was so engrossed in my thoughts and emotions, the outside world didn’t exist to me.” Amanda explained. “It must have been fifteen minutes later that my dad opened the door. I was smart enough to present my excuses right away and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. The panties had dried enough to become less transparent, I believe he never knew I’d wet them and I made sure to do the laundry that day to avoid mom getting too close to them.”

They had finished their drinks and were well into their ice cream sundaes at this point of the conversation.

“What happened to the basil?” Clarissa pressed on, taking a spoon of her cherry ice cream to finish it.

“My mother thanked me for watering the plants.” Amanda chuckled after ordering a second sundae for her friend and a sparkling apple drink for herself. “That evening, she prepared a salad with cherry tomatoes, Italian mozzarella cheese and basil leaves as well as pasta with home-made green pesto. I had to eat tomatoes and cheese, but got around the basil as she knew I hated it. Just imagine my perverse delight when I watched them eat: as always, my mom had not washed the leaves to preserve the flavor!”

“Ick!” Clarissa couldn’t stop laughing. “That must have been a shocking experience to eighteen year-old Amanda. Would you still feel the same today?”

Amanda let the waiter place the new order on their table.

“You bet!” she laughed. “After all, I’m a well-educated woman.”

Clarissa had taken hold of her empty glass when Amanda was distracted by the waiter and now held it between her thighs, slowly moving its opening towards her bare crotch. When she felt the cold glass tickle her skin, she spread her labia and carefully relaxed her sphincter. She felt a wave of first cold, then warm air around her vulva as a measured stream of urine bubbled into the container. Experienced with naughty peeing as she was, a quick glance was all she needed to stop her flood when the glass was almost full. Unseen by anyone but Amanda, she placed it back on the table in front of herself.

Quick to react to her friend’s challenge, Amanda spooned the ice cubes from her new drink and carefully dropped them into her friends pee. Crackling, they dwindled in the warm fluid.

“Now add yours!” she prompted.

“You’re up to something!” Clarissa smiled as she added half her ice to the now cool piss.

Meanwhile, Amanda had downed her drink and placed the empty glass for the waiter to pick up. To any passerby it now looked as though the ladies were sitting in front of two fresh drinks.

“What’s next?” Clarissa wanted to know.

“See these guys entering the café?” her friend indicated a group of young men disappearing below. “There are no tables left, so we should offer our places to them, what do you think?”

“You’re such a bitch!” Clarissa looked at her friend, her stiffening nipples clearly poking through the fabric of her summer dress.

“It’s all yours.” Amanda smiled, indicating the glass with a slightly lighter hue liquid. “And I love how your body responds.”

The young men had reached the upper floor and were screening the place.

“Hey!” Amanda hailed the guys. “Want our table? We’re done.”

“Do you care if we leave you our drinks?” Clarissa asked. She had understood the stratagem. “I can’t drink anymore, I had too much ice cream.”

“Yes, we’ve been offered a sundae by a gentleman, and now our drinks are simply too much for us.” Amanda seconded her. “We haven’t even touched them.”

The young men were happy to oblige and the two friends left the café and ice cream parlor. As they reached the high street, they turned round to look at “their” table, waving good bye to the college students just as one of them took a hearty gulp from Clarissa’s glass.

“If he dares admitting what he’s just been drinking?” Clarissa wondered.

“He can’t admit to his friends he downed a huge gulp of my pee – he’ll have to finish it off or subject himself to the laughter of his friends.” Amanda opined, smiling mischievously.

[whiskey35 306]

Great set of stories @Alpian, hard to beat a bit of naughty peeing. I don't think they need much editing.

On 11/16/2021 at 3:06 PM, Alpian said:

They had enjoyed peeing in public ever since they met a couple years ago.

Would be interested in hearing about how they met and their first public pees.🙂

[miniskirtpisser 411]

I can’t believe I missed this. My favorite one is the last story where the ladies leave their recycled beer for the gentlemen to enjoy. That’s just so so naughty.