Jonathan's fortunate occasions #1

[Broccoli 135]

My name is Jonathan and I like to see girls pee. Of course this isn't the most defining aspect of my personality, but it's the most important one for you to know, before I start telling you my stories. While I wouldn't consider myself a shy man, and I'm quite extroverted in my usual all day life, those extrovertedness ends when it comes to any kind of romantic or outright sexual interactions. I have no problem talking to girls, not even talking to those I like, but I always end up becoming friends with said girls. But fate has been kind to me and I got in quite a number of pee related incidents over the years.

The first story I want to tell you takes place in my highschool. A loving and heartly place, quite different from those you see in American TV shows, with only a small number of students in each year and many kind and passionate teachers. It was in one of my last years and I must have been 18 or 19. My class was walking from the school building to the sports field some streets away and I remember it was a hot and sunny day. I was talking to Rob about some kind of star wars, but he was much more invested in the conversation then I was. He wanted to convince me into playing some old game, but he had already convinced me minutes ago, a fact he had chosen to ignore. I was wearing a pair of jeans and a t shirt, because I had chosen to forget my sports clothing at home so I could prevent participating. I'm not a fat guy and I wasn't back then, in fact I'm quite slim, but I'm lazy nonetheless and avoided sports in school as much as I could. It was a particularly good day for this excuse, as our sporting lesson for that day was an extracurricular one to get our class out if the building so another class could write some important exam in silence. Looking around I realized I wasn't the only student who wasn't wearing his sports clothing, as I had hoped. While sitting at the side of the sports field is always better then running around it, sitting at the side and having somebody to talk to is much better. The person was Anna, a girl I didn't knew that well, but she had already caught my eyes earlier that day because she was wearing a stunning dress that was quite extraordinary for a normal school day. It was a silvery-greyish color but the fabric must have been velvet or something similar. She was maybe 1,60 m tall (that's 6'3" for my fellow Americans) and had long, black hair that she had tied into a ponytail. Annas skin was tanned and she weared a little bit of make-up. Her breasts weren't huge, but she was attractive nonetheless and there was no way she was wearing a bra that day because her dress left most of her back free. 

 

After we had arrived our teacher explained what the other students were going to do today - something very exhausting and repetitived that was meant to train some vaguely defined area of their body - and a few moments later everybody was on the field, except for me and Anna. I chose to get next to her and we talked for a while. She was going on a date after school and that's why she was wearing the fancy dress, and also why she didn't want to be sweaty at the end of the day. I had now choice but to tuch the shimmering fabric of the cloth, it felt soft and cosy but looked fantastic. Anna told me most students she had talked to that day had wanted to feel the fabric, but I was one of the few who had asked before I done it. After chatting about some assignment in our English class for a while we went quite and watched the poor guys and galls who had to participate in the lesson. Naturally I stared at the more attractive galls in the class, but I wasn't so distracted that I hadn't noticed Anna starting to shift her seating position and changing her legs more often then would be usual. 

"Do you have a watch?" she suddenly asked, and I started to believe it wasn't just my fantasy that made me think she had to pee.

"Still an hour to go" I informed her.

"Hh..." was the unsatisfied noise that came from her.

"Well better an hour at the side of the sports field then having to do what they do" I repeated my wisdom and vaguely gestured at the other students that were doing sit-ups, or at least some physical excercise I believe were called sit-ups.

"I guess." was her answer.

"It's not like we have anywhere to be. After this there is still chemistry."

"Yeah. It's just, I..." She made up her mind and didn't continue the sentence.

"You?" I asked innocently, very much aware she had a certain, growing need.

"I need to pee, Jonathan, okay!"

I smiled a little.

"I can't believe I said that, it's so embarrassing."

"Nah. It's normal. No need to be embarrassed." I wanted her to talk more about her need as I found it quite arousing. I hadn't even vaguily considered I would experience more then just her talking about peeing that day.

"Oh my god." She exclaimed almost silently, pressed her legs a little bit together and placed her hands on her crotch. "I really wanted to go to the toilet before class but some idiot talked to me for hours about my dress, and when than the bell rang! I knew this dress was a mistake."

"I think it's very attractive" as much as I liked the thought of her need to pee, I didn't wanted her to feel bad.

"I you guys think it's attractive. That's the problem. You need to talk to every girl that looks a little bit hotter than usual, although you know you have no chance with her whatsoever."

I was stunned at that brutally honest statement. She realized my shock.

"Well, not 'you' you of course. Boys in general. I'm sorry, I think I'm a little bit more desperate than I thought." she started looking around, well knowing there were no toilets she could use around here. Nevertheless she asked: "Don't they have any toillets around here?"

"I don't think so. Well, you could just pee in the bushes behind the shack over there..." 

She interrupted me: "I'm going to piss in any shrubbery while the whole class watches!" I considered my suggestion more as a joke, as I had expected such an answer. Nonetheless I continued:

"Well, they wouldn't see anything."

"But they would know, dumbass! It's bad I enough I'm talking with you about this."

We sat quiet for another five minutes, before she asked me for the time again. She was really desperate, and I couldn't take my eyes from her face or her hands, which still lay in her crotch while she squirmed back and forth.

"I'm going to ask Mr. Snyder if I could go back to the  school building." Anna said while standing up, and she was already ten meters away when I decided to follow her. "All those talk about pee made me have to go myself, I'm coming with you." I said and believe to have caught some kind of dissatisfaction in her look at me.

"Mr. Snyder, I really have to go to the toilet, can I please go back?"

"Well, why haven't to peed in the break before class?" It was a typical answer, and I believe he just said out of some personal spite, not having a problem with us leaving at all.

"I wanted to. Please, Mr. Snyder." Anna was quite embarrassed.

I said: "Why shouldn't we, we having nothing to do here."

"Yeah, Yeah. Go, but come back when your done. And keep together, when the principal sees lonely students walking to the streets he might think your skipping class.

"Thanks so much!" Anna said and started walking quickly.

 

The walk back would usually take fifteen minutes, but we had already passed more then half of the way before five minutes where elapsed. When we walked passed a small grass verge with a little tree and some bushes, I swear Anna eyed them desiring but that likely just me projecting wild dreams on her. 

"I haven't had to piss this hard since ages!" She exclaimed, without loosing any of her speed. "Sorry, I'm sure you don't want to hear that, it's just that those exclaims make me feel better, at least for a moment." She was wrong. Those were exactly the things I wanted to hear from her. While I had oftened imagined myself in similar situations, they had been mostly that: imaginations. 

The building came in to view. "Thank god. I didn't remember the school to be that far away when we left it an hour ago." Then eight minutes since we departed the sports field had been just moments for me, but for her and the growing need in her bladder it must have felt like ages. When we went through the main door I felt a little disappointed, knowing this whole arousing affair would end any moment with Anna getting her much desired relief in the lady's room on the second floor, far from anywhere I would here or even see anything. It was anticlimactic. Anna slowed down a little, fearing to meet some teacher and having to explain herself and her fast steps. Anna went up the stairs and I followed her, getting another great view of her bare back and her cute ass. Having lost myself somewhat in her looks I was confused when her upward stride came to an abrupt end, she turned around and looked at me with an emotional face I couldn't quite read. It was some kind of shock, but also despair. I needed a short moment to realize. On the door to the second floor was a red sign that read: "Ongoing Exam. Access forbidden."

"Oh no" I said, successfully avoiding any trace of gladness in my voice.

Anna tried the door anyway, but it was locked. "They can't do this! They can't lock us out of the toilets!"

"Well, I guess all other classes are either at home or writing the exam, so there is no need for..." I tried to explain the schools reasoning.

"What am I supposed to do now?" She was quite loud  and I feared she would disturb the exam, so we went back to the first floor while I answered.

"Guess we have to go back and wait till the lesson ends."

"No way" Anna said, and I believed her. She wouldn't make at for another half an hour, especially when she would have to walk the distance between school and sport field twice. I was thinking about any solution, and hoped for one that would benefit both of us, so she cools pee and I could enjoy it. As soon as one had come to my mind I spoke it out loud and only afterwards realized, that this solution didn't involve my pleasures at all: "Maybe we could try the teachers toilets, sometimes they forget to lock them." The teachers had their own sets of facilities on each floor, but they were forbidden for student's.

"I'll try anything." Anna exclaimed and hurried forward. Both male and female ones were locked on the first floor, so we continued to the basement. 

"Perhaps the bushes would have been the better alternative." I said jokingly as we went down the stairs.

"Honestly, if you hadn't suddenly decided to follow me it would have peed somewhere in the bushes on the way. The whole walk back to school was so unnecessary."

Her honesty caught me off guard and I said nothing till we reached the basement, whee I tried the first doir on the right: "Locked". She went to the left. "I would even take the pissour at that point" Anna said, and I couldn't help but imagine her hiking up her velvet dress and desperately moving herself to and over the porcelain bowl on the wall, taking her free hand to adjust the forthcoming stream of her pee by touching her - "Locked." Anna exclaimed and she sounded beaten. I tried the next unmarked door, which opened and before I could consider anything Anna rushed past me. The door fell close behind us, it was dark for a moment before the automated light got on and I realized we where now both standing in a small storage cabinet that belonged to the janitor. Well, I was standing, while Anna was hopping from one feet to another. The room was small, there was just enough room for the two of us between shelves full of cleaning devices and whatnot. On the left was a small basin, likely used to fill buckets with water before the janitor started to clean the school after hours.

"No toilet." I stated the obvious and the look on Anna's face was one of hopelessness.

"Why?" She asked. "Why must that happen to me?" 

My hand went to the door knob, when I heared voices on the hallway. "Psst! There's someone on the hallway."

"Who?" 

"I don't know. But if we get caught leaving the janitors room together while we should be out on the sports field im sure that raises a lot of questions." Anna moaned a little bit.

"Are they gone?" 

"No. Seems like there standing there, talking. I think one of them is Ms. Howard."

"Fuck it, I'm going to pee now." Anna stated.

"You're what?" I turned around in disbelief, seeing Anna standing directly in front of me over a small drain she had found.

"Psst!" She was right, I had been a little to loud.

"You can't do this." I said in disbelief. As much as I wanted her to pee right then and there, I was also much more aware of the whole situation and the trouble we would get into if she would get caught peeing in a storage room. Not only the punishment the school would come up with, but also talking among our fellow students.

"Well I have to pee NOW, and if I don't do it on purpose it will just run out of me!" She was energetic but able to keep her voice down. Anna made some gestures with her hands and I knew there was no way how this was not going to happen.

"I can't leave!" I said.

"Don't." She said. "Just turn around and close your eyes." 

I had the decency to turn around, but didn't close my eyes. There, right behind me, not even a meter away was this beautiful girl I knew since fifth grade, very likely with her dress around her waist at that time, crouching over a small drain about to pee, so desperate she didn't care about my presence at all. 

"Oh my God, I can't belief I'm doing this." Anna whispered, and the way the voice came from the bottom of the room I knew she was already hovering over the drain. I listened closely and heared the fabric of her panties rubbing at her soft skin as she drew them to her knees, enjoined the little silence that followed, while increasingly getting aware of my growing boner. Than I heard the first splatter, followed by the loud and echoing pattering of her incredibly strong stream hitting the concrete. Anna squiled in surprise. She was missing the drain, and if you ask me by a lot. She nevertheless continued with her gushing pee right behind me, the sound changing to a more hollow one as soon as she had adjusted correctly over the drain. Tiny droplets of her warm pee hit the backside of my legs and I was quite happy that I was wearing short jeans. My eyes wandered as I listened to the mesmerizing sound of pure arousing female sexiness behind me, when a small mirror next to the door caught my eyes. The mirror needed cleaning as much as the floor would as soon as Anna would finish, but for different reasons. Nonetheless it allowed me to get a blurred view of the rest of the room without breaking my promise but to turn around (which would have very likely gotten me into huge trouble). The angle of the mirror mirror wasn't ideal as I could only see the top half of Anna, squatting behind me with her arms on her knees and a look of pleasure and relief on her face, that was so much more  attractive than any view of her pussy could have been. Her mouth was standing wide open, her eyes were closed and she had her head bent slidly backwards. A small strain of her hair had fallen on her forehead. I my wildest dreams in couldn't have imagened a situation like this, with such an attractive girl like her. The drain wasn't able to swallow as fast as the warm urine left Anna's body and soon the sound that filled the room changed from pee hitting pipe to pee hitting pee. I closely watched and listened for just about a minute, but the whole occasion felt like a full day of experience to me. The velvet dress that had so simply hugged her body was now that she had hiked it up above her waist just a piece of cloth, and it became clear once more that Anna was completely naked underneath it. The neckline had fallen fallen way deeper than she could have wanted and showed her small but stunning cleavage to an extend where I could almost see her nipples. 

Suddenly Anna opened her eyes, not aware I was watching her closely in the dirty mirror. She looked down between her legs and her dress fell even further, exposing one if her shoulders, while her stream dwindled down. A last spurt of pee left her, but she stayed crouched on the ground.

"Finished?" I asked after a while, snapping both of us out of our thoughts.

"Don't turn around!" she said, and began to adjust her dress. Her hand moved out of my view, but I could clearly hear her raking a paper towel from the aisel and wiping herself, before she stood up aigain, putting her panties back on and adjusting her dress again. 

"I made such a mess!" She exclaimed quitly and I took this as an opportunity to turn around. We both started laughing, maybe out of embarrassment or just because the whole situation was so absurd. There was really a considerable puddle of yellow pee around the drain. "I didn't hit it in the beginning" she expalined, still laughing, and once again her dress showed more then it was supposed to. Anna had the tendency to laugh with her whole body. Luckily the teachers on the hallway had already left at this point, or else we would have been discovered by the sound of our joined laughter. 

After a moment Anna looked around and found a small bin, where she deposited the paper towel that was still in her hand.

"I almost peed on your legs." she whispered, and after I said "I felt it", we both laughed again. 

"Don't you dare to tell anybody of this!" Anna said more serious, and I assured her i wouldnt. There was no way after all how I could tell this story to anybody without making clear how immensely sexy the whole situation was from my point of view, something I wouldn't dare talk about to anybody. 

We stood in the pee stained closet for another moment, Anna staring at me with a demandingly. "I told you I'm not gonna tell it, believe me." I said, misinterpreting her look.

"I know, dumbass." She said jokingly, continuing her loom and than saying: "Didn't you say you also had to..." she gestured the last word.

I had said I needed to pee, and it had been true then. Also I had forgotten my need, it came back as soon as Anna mentioned it. "In here?" I asked.

"Of course! I pissed in here and I'm lady!" she said. I felt a little silly. 

"Well, there is noone on the hallway any more, so you can-"

"There is no way I'm leaving no. You peeing here is my assurance that you won't talk anybody." There was some joking in her voice, but some truth as well.

Not quite sure how I should feel I looked around, took a step over the drain and positioned myself at the sink. Anna was not convinced: "What are you doing?" 

"Going to pee in the sink?" I stated the obvious.

"And ruin a nother pipe? There is already my puddle on the floor drain."

"But-" I wasn't sure what to say.

"But?"

"But im a guy, so the drain wouldn't be so convenient for me? If I piss on the drain it splashes everywhere." I was right, but I wasn't sure if she knew.

"Well then go on, sinkpisser." Anna turned around and I got my penis out of my jeans, and after a short while started pissing in the sink. I was peeing in the sink of the school janitor. I turned my head around, but Anna wasn't watching, she had turned around and stayed in this position, luckily being now faced against the shelves and not the mirror I had used to observe her pee. I finished my pee, zipped up and cleaned the sink with some running water. Anna used the opportunity to also wash her hands, but not without stepping in her own puddle. "Ah fuck!" she exclaimed.

We left the room, the basement and then the school walking back the sports field like nothing of this had happened, talking about this and that and I had the feeling we were close friends now. I don't belief anybody ever found out about our pee, it must have dried away over the following weekend, or the janitor had cleared away all evidence without complaining. All evidence, except for our memory. And while I don't think I can state the same for Anna, for me it is one of the best memories of the whole year.

Edited February 18, 2022 by Broccoli
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[whiskey35 306]

Looking forward to hearing more of your stories Jonathan especially if they involve Anna.🙂

[TOOS 30]

Without reading further "1,60 m tall (that's 6'3" for my fellow Americans)" 1.6m is no where CLOSE to 6'3. 185cm (1.8m) is 6'1.

6'3 is closer to 192.

Just a small nitpick lol

[Broccoli 135]

7 hours ago, TOOS said:

Without reading further "1,60 m tall (that's 6'3" for my fellow Americans)" 1.6m is no where CLOSE to 6'3. 185cm (1.8m) is 6'1.

6'3 is closer to 192.

Just a small nitpick lol

Well, the unit calculator seems to have betrayed me at that point😅

[Alpian 689]

@Broccoli: Don't hesitate to announce when you publish a sequel - it took me a while to discover there were actually six parts currently only.

For all others: here's part two