Ski Trip 5: Breakfast

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

Hi everyone, back with another story about this group of students staying in a cheap ski hostel. It's not particularly important to read them in order, but I'll also link parts 1, 2, 3, and 4. This story contains indoor peeing and some elements of pee vandalism, but nothing too extreme.

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“Morning, all,” said Richard, striding into the shared dormitory room at the cheap skiing hotel. There were sleepy grunts from several of the beds. Richard held the door open as two women followed him into the room, looking nervous.

“What are you doing here?” said Kelly, her voice still croaky from sleep. “This isn’t your room.”

“Sorry to disturb you,” said Richard. “The bathroom’s in use.”

“Are you sure this is all right?” asked one of the girls, a black woman named Lauren.

“Of course,” said Richard, walking across to the spare bed. “Take a look around.”

He gestured at the carpet, which was now mottled with circular stains and still had several wet patches from where the room’s occupants had pissed before bed. Lauren sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose.

Richard untied his pyjamas, and soon he was pissing a dark, first-piss-of-the-morning stream towards the spare bed. For a time it puddled on the bedsheets, stark against the white linen, before slowly seeping away into the blanket and the mattress beneath. He looked back at the two girls and winked. “It’s fine, don’t be shy.”

The woman who hadn’t spoken yet, who was called Annabelle, said, “I don’t see why not.” She stepped into the centre of the room and started to unfasten her pyjama shorts. She was a long-legged blonde girl who spoke with a French accent. She had broad shoulders and large tits that her crop top did not attempt to hide, and when she pulled down her shorts it was clear that she shaved herself all over.

“I don’t see why you can’t all piss in your room,” grumbled Kelly. “This isn’t a public loo.”

“No sense in trashing two rooms,” said Richard, glancing over his shoulder at her while still spraying the spare bed.

“Let them piss where they want, Kelly, it’s not hurting anyone,” said Will, who had sat up in his top bunk.

Kelly snorted, and said to Annabelle, “He’s only sticking up for you cause you’re hot and he wants to see your minge.”

“If he wants to watch, so what?” said Annabelle. She had completely removed her shorts to keep them out of the way, and now sank into a high squat.

Lauren went to squat in the corner of the room by Chloe’s bed. She was shorter than Annabelle and more petite, dark skinned, with frizzy black hair.

“Hey Chloe,” she said, giving her a sheepish expression as she pulled her pants down.

“Morning, Lauren,” said Chloe, sitting up in bed. “How’s it going?”

“I’m not bad, thanks,” said Lauren, as a splashing sound came from where she was squatting.

The three visitors finished their relief and left. Will and Chloe, the only two who were fully awake yet, both got out of bed and started changing from their pyjamas. Both of them would usually have taken a leak while they were getting changed, but by some unspoken agreement, neither of them did this morning. Once they were dressed they made their way out of the room, but as they were leaving, two guys walked in.

“Hi,” said one of them. “Er … the bathroom’s occupied, and Richard said …”

“Pick a wall,” said Chloe. “Just try not to make too much noise, people are sleeping.”

 

Will and Chloe rode the elevator to the ground floor in silence. They didn’t know each other very well, although they had met once or twice before when Chloe went to watch Helen at football matches. Once they reached the ground floor, Will looked around the empty hallway and spied a cleaner’s cupboard nearby.

“Wait up a second, will you?” he asked, as he slipped inside.

Chloe waited patiently. After a few seconds, a splashing sound became very audible in the otherwise quiet lobby. The edge of a puddle started to creep out from beneath the cupboard door, discolouring the shabby carpet. Chloe smiled and nodded at a couple of students who walked past on their way to breakfast.

Will emerged from the cupboard, fastening his flies as he did so. “Good to get that out of the system,” he said, as he and Chloe made their way towards the dining room.

It was the kind of hotel that charged for breakfast, so the two of them bought some scrambled eggs and coffee and sat down at a table together, in a quiet corner of the dining room.

“Everything all right?” Will asked Chloe, who was looking around surreptitiously.

“I’m fine,” said Chloe. “Do you mind if I pee here? I didn’t go in the room and, well --”

“Please, don’t let me stop you,” said Will.

“Keep a look out for anyone coming closer,” said Chloe, as she disappeared under the table. A moment later there was a quiet hissing and splashing from the tiled floor.

“It’s funny, we’ve been pissing in the room for a few days, but this morning I didn’t fancy it,” said Will. “I wanted to do something more, you know?”

Chloe’s head reappeared briefly above the table. “I know exactly what you mean,” she said. “After last night, I woke up wanting to do something more daring.”

“I wonder if the others have the same feeling,” said Will.

 

Upstairs, Nicole was in the middle of getting dressed when the dormitory door swung open yet again.

“Do you mind?” she said, hands on hips as she faced the two men who had wandered in. Both their eyes flicked down to her bare chest.

“Just ignore us,” said one. “The bathroom’s got a really long queue, and Richard said --”

“I don’t care what Richard said,” said Nicole. “This is our room, and you lot have been in and out all morning. Go and piss in your own room.”

“What, and pay a fine ourselves?” said the other. “No chance. This room’s already trashed, you can’t exactly say we’re making it worse.”

As he spoke, he was already unfastening his pyjamas and directing himself towards a wooden cubby hole nearby.

“Not in there, thanks, my suitcase is in there,” Kelly shouted from her bunk.

“All right, all right,” said the dude, stepping to the right and directing his stream towards the side of the cupboard instead. His friend had already started hosing down the back of the door.

“You know,” one of them commented as he pissed, “I always wanted to know what your tits are like, Nicole. I see why everyone talks about ‘em.”

“Yeah, take a good look, you’re not exactly the first,” Nicole shot back. “Have a sad little wank over them later, why don’t you? It’s the closest you’ll get to the real thing, prick.”

The two lads finished up and left. Nicole, still clearly fuming, finished getting dressed, while Helen and Kelly climbed out of bed. The three of them headed out for breakfast, but once they were in the corridor, Nicole stopped.

“Either of you two know where tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee are staying?” she asked.

“Those two guys? I think they’re Richard’s room-mates,” said Kelly. “Room 709, around the corner there.”

“Perfect,” said Nicole. “Keep watch for me, would you?”

She tried the door to room 709, but it was locked. She smirked at her friends as she leant back against the door, pulling the back of her skirt above her waist so that her backside rested against the cheap plywood.

“Filthy cow,” said Kelly, “I know what you’re doing.”

“Are you saying they don’t deserve it?” said Nicole. “I’m not letting them get away with talking to me like that.”

She pissed a couple of spurts, which splashed onto the floor between her feet. After adjusting her angle, the next spurt was directed into the door, and trickled down the wood almost silently. A few more trickles followed, each time getting longer.

“Someone’s coming,” muttered Helen, who was watching around the corner.

“Let’s leg it,” said Kelly.

“I’m not done yet,” said Nicole. “Just act casual. They won’t notice. Pretend you’re talking to me.”

“About what?” said Kelly, wide-eyed.

“I don’t know, anything,” said Nicole. “I’m kind of distracted here.”

“Who’s the cutest guy you’ve seen on this trip?” supplied Helen, as an elderly couple rounded the corner.

“There’s lots of good-looking guys,” said Nicole, with a smirk. “Why would I choose just one?”

She shifted her legs together as the couple approached. Piss continued to trickle down the door behind her, barely noticeable to somebody who didn’t know to look for it. There was only the damp patch slowly spreading around her feet that might give her away.

“I expected you to say Will,” said Kelly. “He’s the one you hooked up with, isn’t he?”

“Who says he’s the only one I’ve hooked up with?” said Nicole, her smile turning smug. “Where do you think I was yesterday afternoon?”

“You messy bitch,” said Kelly, causing the elderly couple to scowl as they passed. “Who, and where?”

“Ryan Field, and it was out the back of that cafe where we had lunch,” said Nicole. “It was complicated with all our coats and salopettes, but we made it work.”

The elderly couple had paused outside a room several doors down from Nicole’s makeshift toilet. They seemed to be searching for their keys. Nicole cleared her throat and adjusted her skirt slightly, causing a stray stream of piss to fall directly onto the sodden carpet for a second with a loud splatter. All three girls held their breath as they looked around at the couple. Luckily they were now bickering about who had last seen the room key, and didn’t seem to have noticed anything unusual.

“I thought you might say Steve,” said Helen.

“Ewww,” said Nicole. “That pig? No thanks.”

“He’s into you,” said Helen.

“I know,” said Nicole, grinning. “Who isn’t? But thanks, I’ve got better options and better taste.”

“What about you, Helen?” asked Kelly. “Who’s the hottest girl? Don’t say Chloe, that’d be lame.”

“Who was that girl in our room this morning?” asked Helen.

“The one with the French accent and the big knockers?” asked Kelly. “Annabelle. Yeah, she’s popular in hockey.”

“Is she into girls?” asked Helen. “The things I’d let her do to me…”

“You should join hockey if you want to see more of her,” said Nicole. “That girl certainly has no body image issues.”

Down the corridor, the couple found their key and disappeared into their room. Nicole breathed a sigh of relief and opened her legs, power-pissing the last of her bladder straight down onto the carpet with a deafening sound.

“Jesus, are you not done yet?” asked Kelly.

“I drank a lot last night, all right?” said Nicole, as her stream petered out. “Either of you have a tissue?”

She wiped herself with the tissue that Helen handed her, and dropped it onto the soaked carpet. Her puddle extended in a wide semi-circle out from the door and, presumably, was just the same inside the room. Nicole mimed brushing her hands in satisfaction. If the others noticed how flushed her cheeks were, they didn’t comment on it.

They walked back past their own room, past the queue for the bathroom, and rode the elevator down to the ground floor. They must have been a bit later than the normal rush for breakfast, because they made it all the way to the ground floor without anybody else joining them.

“Wait a second, will you?” asked Helen when the lift stopped. She gestured for Kelly to press the close doors button, and started to unfasten her pyjama shorts.

“God, you two are not safe to be out in public,” said Kelly, as Helen sank into a squat in the corner of the elevator. “Is there something wrong with pissing on our bedroom floor like everybody else?”

“I forgot to,” said Helen, with an innocent smile, as her piss pattered against the rubberised floor.

“By the way, how much will you pay me not to tell Chloe about you horning over other girls?” asked Nicole.

Helen shrugged. “We don’t have that kind of relationship. She’d probably agree with me.”

“That’s cool,” said Kelly. “My ex didn’t like me even looking at other guys, never mind talking about them.”

“We’ve done more than talk about other girls,” said Helen, looking down at her stream. Her puddle was spreading quickly over the plastic floor, glinting yellow in the lights overhead. Nicole stepped smartly back to avoid the expanding wave.

“That sounds like you’ve a story to tell,” she said.

“Maybe,” said Helen. “Maybe not.”

“You can’t drop a hint like that and then chicken out,” said Kelly. “What happened?”

“I’m just saying it wouldn’t be the first time we’d had a third person involved in our relationship,” said Helen.

“Who was it?” said Nicole.

Helen’s stream eased off. She wiped herself with another tissue and pushed it into the corner of the elevator.

“All right, you know Ellie Payne?” she asked, as she pulled her shorts back up. “She’s in the pole dancing society, has a body to die for? One night she and Chloe hit it off while they were out drinking, and Chloe brought her back to our place. Said she’d missed the last bus.”

“Yeah, I’ve used that line before,” said Nicole.

“I’d been having a quiet night in, but they got me to start playing some drinking games with them,” said Helen, stepping over to the dry half of the elevator floor. “After a few drinks Chloe suggested we play strip poker. And then, I don’t know, suddenly we were all naked on the couch and … I’m not gonna go into the specifics, you can use your imagination.”

“Wild,” said Kelly, who was still holding the door closed button. “Of all the couples to have a threesome, you guys would not have been my first guess.”

“What was it like?” asked Nicole. “I’ve never done it with more than one.”

“I’ve never known anything like it,” said Helen. “You know what it’s like when you fuck somebody new, you’re exploring their body for the first time, everything’s new and exciting. And you know what it’s like when you’re with someone you know really well, when you know what’s going to work for them and what isn’t. Well, that night we had both at once. It was like, me and Chloe were a team, fucking this new girl -- this very hot new girl -- together.”

“Has it happened again since?” asked Nicole.

Helen shook her head. “That was a few months ago. We’ve talked about doing it again, maybe with Ellie or maybe with somebody new, but it’s not an easy subject to bring up with somebody, is it? Hi, this is my girlfriend, do you want to fuck us both at once?”

“Shame you’re not into guys, you’d find one pretty easily with a line like that,” said Kelly.

“Well, Chloe is bi,” said Helen. “Maybe I’d consider somebody who’s not a girl if Chloe was really keen on them. But yeah, it's not so much my thing. By the way, folks, let’s go to breakfast. I think somebody pissed in here, it smells disgusting.”

[wetwulf 3,324]

I love this series @BeneathMyWillow, and I am always looking forward to the next chapter. Hoping you post again soon!

[rann 686]

Love the way they're sort of looking for new places to pee outside their room