Jonathan's fortunate occasions #3

[Broccoli 135]

This is the third part of a series. You can find part one here and part two here.

Contains female peeing as well as some male peeing. No wetting, holding or vandalism this time.

 

In my last year of highschool our biology teacher decided it would be a fun addition to her class to make all students pair up for a photo project of the local flora. While I didn't oppose the idea in general, I thought it was a great injustice of her to pair us up in random groups of two instead of letting us choose our partners on our own. That I was mistaken, and the random pairing brought me in some quite extraordinary situations, I did not consider at the time. Instead of teaming up with my good friend Rob, which would undoubtedly would have ended in 30 minutes of plant photography followed by several hours of star wars lore discussion, I was now paired up with a girl named Mary. 

Mary had joined our class the year before after being forced to repeat the year because her understanding of numbers and mathematics in general hadn't grown since sixth grade. Unfortunately she also wasn't very good in most other classes, because she did not care for school as much as was expected from her. As for most people who join a group that has known each other for years, Mary had a hard time finding friends and had always been an outsider. Although I can't remember having ever talked to her for more then ten minutes before this project, I didn't like her at all. She was quite a large person, not only tall but also not particularly slim. She did some kind of sport in her free time, but one that was considered a sport for men by the other girls and didn't help her popularity. Must have been soccer or something like that. The main problem most people had with Mary was her lifestyle, which could be described as some kind of alternative, close to nature way of life, eating vegan (or vegetarian at least), not wearing any make-up and owning only off-brand, second hand clothing that did show a considerable amount of skin, but was at the same time not sexy at all. I was not intrigued to work with her.

 

Mary and I met at at the border or of our hometown near the artificial lake and a small forest. I was waiting for her since ten to fifteen minutes when she suddenly arrived, riding her bicycle. Of course I had not expected her to be on time. 
"Hey Jonathan, sorry I'm late I had to.."
"Yeah, don't mind." I interrupted her. It was realy no problem, I was only living several minutes away, the weather was great and I had enjoyed sitting in the sun and waiting for her while I listened to a group of birds and scrolling through my phone. Mary was wearing a wide and loose skirt in a green-ish color that covered her knees, a grey tank top that clearly showed her blue sports bra and was originally made, I believe, for men. Her long blonde hair was a little bit unwashed and was carelessly bound into a ponytail. Over her shoulder hung an old camera that looked liked collectors would pay a fortune for it. Mary smiled at me, showing her teeth, and I stood up from my bench, taking my own cheap camera in my hand. I was wearing short trousers, a shirt and a strawhat to block the sun.

We walked through some trees on a secluded path and stopped occasionally to take a picture of a flower or a little shrubbery. 
"So, what's up?" I asked, wanting to start a conversation, but had no idea what that conversation should be about.
"Same as always." Mary said, equally uncreative. 
"How many plants do we have to get?" I asked, knowing the answer, 30.
"Thirty, I think." Mary said. Klick. She had taken a photo of a purple flower that was growing next to the path. 
"It's to small." She explained, before leaning over and giving me an exposing view of her cleavage.
"Do you know what flower this is?" I asked, as soon as she was standing upright again, because I suspected she had seen me take a look at her boobs.
"I think it's a corn flower. My boyfriend has some of those in his garden."
"You have a boyfriend?" I asked much to surprised to be polite.
"Yeah, I have a boyfriend. He's older than you." Also I was surprised, I knew she was not the kind of person to lie about things like that.
"What about you?" Mary asked, thankfully not that offended.
"Well, I, hhh, I don't".
"Don't you have that thing with Anna going?"
"What? No!" I protestet. Although Anna and I had spent some time together after she had peed next to me twice and I had seen her private parts in full detail once, we were definitely no couple. I had thought about her many times when I was I bed alone or in the shower, but there was nothing more between us.
"I just thought you were close." Mary explained.
"Well, but we do not date each other."
"Yet." Mary said, and smiled. 
"I don't know."
"Why not? I find her quite attractive." she said. Mary was rumored to be at least bisexual, but there were many rumors in school.
"Yeah, of course Anna is 'quite attractive', but I don't think we are more then friends. We don't even hang out that much." Mary didn't answer. I was walking ahead and thought, she maybe had stopped to take another picture.

I turned around and had the shock of my life. I was right, Mary had stopped walking, but not to take a picture. There she was, in the middle of the path, standing upright, one foot on a knee-high rock like Captain Morgan on the rum bottle, her skirt hold up by her hand, nonchalantly pissing right on the ground. She was only about three meters away from me, and her pee was arching at least half that distance. I was not expecting that. Not even for a moment. When I thought about our tour the days before, I may have considered she would leave into the bushes at some point of our trip. But without saying anything, without even the slightest warning Mary had stopped in the middle of our conversation to piss right on the path. She didn't had the slightest cover. I could see her untrimmed pubic hair, the spread lips of her pussy and the fact she was not wearing anything underneath that skirt. Shocked I immediately turned around and apologized, somehow thinking it was my fault, that I had now seen this absolutely shameless girl emptying her bladder right in front of me.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't knew you were..."
I could still here her strong stream splashing on the dry path, it hadn't rained since days.
"Don't worry." Mary said, still pissing right behind me. "It's only nature calling. Nothing to be so prude about."

"If you say that." I answered, still looking away from her.

"Turn around when your talking to me. You're rude." I didn't let her ask twice and turned back around. Her piss was still flying in an impressive arch and forming a huge puddle in front of her. While she was holding her skirt up with one hand, she used the other to adjust her hair and get it out of her eyes. My mouth must have hung wide open.
"What? Never seen a woman pee before?" 
"I, um" I couldn't concentrate on anything other then her peeing, while she didn't seem to concentrate on that at all.
"You are such a prude city-kid." Mary exclaimed.
"Like you have never pissed anywhere other than a toilet." On one hand she was right, I had peed outside many times. On the other hand, she was a girl.

"But you're a girl." I said a little bit helpless, still staring at her harry pussy. 

"That's sexist" Mary said while her stream slowly dwindelt down. While her pubic hair was still dripping she let her skirt fall down in front of her and continued walking like nothing happened. 

"Do you do this often?" I asked, still shocked and nodding my head towards the puddle behind us.

"Yeah. There is no reason why I should not go when I have to. It's only natural."

"What if some stranger would have come around the corner."

"Well, I think he must have waited for a moment until I finished." 

"But..."

"But what? It's not like men don't do this all the time. How many times have you pissed outside?"

"Even I have the decency to step away from the path and water a tree or something instead of pissing right on it."

"Oh shut up. What difference does it make, huh? I have always peed this way since childhood. You won't change that." Changing it was the last thing I intended, as it had been the most sexy thing I had seen for a while. But I also didn't want to stop talking about it. Mary got a water bottle out of her bag and drank a huge gulp.

"Don't you care if a stranger would have seen your ... privat parts?" I asked carefully.

She started laughing. "Private parts? What are you, a Victorian era lord? I don't have private parts, I have a pussy. And no, I don't care if a strangers sees." To demonstrate her point, she flashed me by lifting her skirt again. "Everybody has seen a pussy before, if they haven't they can use the internet and find full frontal nudity in no time."

"If you say it like that,  you are right." I said, and my mind began wandering. Was this girl just practical and didn't care, or was she turned on by public peeing. I hoped it would be the latter, but suspected the first. The picture of her pee came to my mind again.
"It was just a little surprising." I said.

"Well, the only reason you are surprised by this is that we do not hang out together. And that stupid school policy, or else I would be watering the schoolyard frequently." I would love to see the reaction of the other girls in class, especially Anna, if Mary would lift her skirt during break, exposed her harry pussy and took a huge pee on the schoolyard. Anna would certainly die from pure shame. She was very particular and tidy and each time she had peed with me she was so embarrassed. Mary would have never gotten in those situations. She would have just pissed in the bushes at the sports field and would have asked the teacher to piss on the highway when the bus stood still, not caring what she exposed to whom.

Several hours came and went until we had found most of the plants we needed. My bladder had filled considerably, but I had not dared to announce my need, fearing Mary would demand I pee right on the path like she did, and furthermore fearing somebody would see me. And what if it would be somebody I knew? Finally we had left the path and went between some bushes and trees, hoping we would find fungi. The place we were at was secluded and the plants hid us from the path many meters away. 

"I'm going to pee real quick" I said, turned around and walked to steps away from her. I took out my penis and started peeing immediately, getting my long awaited relief. I moaned softly.

"Good idea, I could take another piss too." Mary said, but instead of just relieving herself where she was like last time, she stepped right next to me, like we were two men at an urinal. I was highly uncomfortable and only barely able to avoid a huge boner. Mary lifted her skirt, but this time she couldn't place her foot on a rock or another plateau, so she stood with her legs wide apart, using her free hand to spread the lips of her pussy. 

"Have you seen Ghostbusters?" she asked as her stream shot forward next to mine. I was confused by her question. There was this girl standing right next to me, her ellbow nearly touching me, pissing while standing up and now she wanted to talk about sci-fi movies from the 80s?

"Do NOT cross the streams!" Mary shouted, and immediately afterwards tried to break that rule by moving her splashing ray of pee into mine. She clearly had much practice peeing while standing up and also directing where her pee went, but missed nonetheless. I took the opportunity to direct my own piss into hers and as both merged they continued in a huge, uncontrolled mess forward.

"Wuuu!" Mary shouted. If I wouldn't had to pee so hard I would likely have cum right then and there, instead hours later in the shower. I couldn't believe that was happening and thanked heaven I was stil able to continue peing despite my erection. 

Only moments later both our streams dwindled down. Mary let her skirt fall down again, dried her hand on the rim of it and turned around to go back to the path, while I shaked the last drops from my dick and tucked away. My brain needed some more time to comprehend what had happened, but then I joined Mary again.

We found the last missing plant without talking about what had happened, for Mary it seemed to have been not even noteworthy. When we departed at the place she had left her bike I was sad that the whole project was over so quickly, and I would most likely not see more of her in the future. While she was certainly not as atractive as Anna, the way Mary didn't even care a little bit had brought this fortunate occasion to a different level.

Edited February 27, 2022 by Broccoli

[Lutab 1,052]

Hope there is a way part 4 where he makes plans with Mary. Maybe she has a pee indoors this time 😉

[Alpian 687]

Totally agree with Lutab that this story needs to continue. I'm wondering if he'll end up seeing more of Mary or discovering Anna as a secret pee lover?

[Alpian 687]

PS: Just discovered there is a fourth (and fifth and sixth) part to this story, here's the link: