The View from My Window

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Contains public cis men peeing and public trans and cis women peeing, as well as voyeurism

I recently moved into an apartment in a suburb of a major metropolitan area. It's not the best neighborhood, but not the worst. The building are a bit rundown, but not unkempt.

The biggest problems (or blessings, in some ways) are the motel, with a rather rough crowd passing through its reasonably priced rooms, and the bar and restaurant underneath it.

I don't know how it was before Covid, but during the pandemic, the bar has been offering primarily outdoor service (and seemingly little in the way of facilities indoors).

I should explain that I live on the second story of a cheap apartment, with a little reading nook which offers a perfect view... Of the parking lots of the hotel and the bar. Not stunning, but it sometimes has perks. I can see the patio of the bar, most of the hotel balconies, and a little alleyway between the bar and a neighbor's house.
I like to people watch, so of course I set up a comfortable chair and table to sit and work from home in this little nook.

I'll start with my first sighting.

It was Saturday night, Valentine's Day, and it was a warmish, clear night. A decent crowd was gathered at the bar. There was a small band playing, and the crowd was definitely getting drunk.

Now there were outhouses in the parking lot of the bar, but I never saw anyone use them. Probably they were very gross.

One girl gets up, mid twenties, frizzy bleached blonde hair, and knee high boots. She says something to her friends: one brunette girl, a guy (maybe her boyfriend), and another girl with dyed green hair. She was obviously drunk, and swayed a bit as she walked towards the outhouses. She opened one and looked inside, but quickly decided against it. She tottered back to her table and seemed to say something, probably announced the state of the portajohns. She looked fine, but the green haired girl was clearly distressed.

Maybe thirty minutes passed, and the blonde showed no sign of discomfort. She had drunk another couple fruity looking drinks, the kind that are mostly juice, and move right through you, but gave no indication of the liquid which was surely filing her bladder.

Her green haired friend on the other hand, was squirming and bouncing her leg, but continued to take sips from her beer.

At one point the guy got up, and casually walked over to a potted plant on the patio, pulled out his soft cock, and pissed onto the side of the planter, still talking and laughing with his friends. Evidently the privacy of the alley was unnecessary to him.

The green haired girl looked dismayed again. I can only imagine what she must have been saying. "It's easy for you. You have a cock you can whip out and piss whenever and wherever you like!"

They had been there for 3 or 4 hours already, drinking steadily. The bar would be closing soon. I wondered what they would do to get home. None of them were in a state to drive. Would they walk home, maybe finding some place to piss discretely on the way? The guy clearly had no problem with public urination, what would his friends do?

Would they call a Lyft, and sit, bladders sloshing for the whole ride back? Would green haired girl even make it? Or would she ask the driver to pull over so she could duck into an alley and wet the dark city streets? Or just say fuck it and pull her underwear to the side and piss through her fashionable miniskirt onto the floor of the car?

Finally the friends all started getting up to leave. They were packing up their things, when suddenly green haired girl seemed to make a decision. She dashed down into the alley attached to the bar, mostly hidden from the patio, but perfectly visable to me.  She pulled off the little biker shorts she wore underneath her skirt and quickly got into a high squat just behind the dumpsters, facing the back wall of the alley, and my window.

But her urine did not come. She squatted there and tried to relax, but nothing came out.

She waited and waited, desperate to get some relief from the pressure on her bladder, but nothing happened.
Finally so much time passed that her blonde friend went to check on her. She walked over to her friend and stood right in front of her, getting a clear view of her tragically dry pussy.

They talked for a few moments, the green haired girl squirming as she tried to piss.

Her blonde friend laughed and pulled her jeans down a little ways, standing with her hips angled up and out slightly, hand aiming her uretha to make sure she didn't wet her jeans.

As soon as had she pulled her thong out of the way, the blonde's clear piss shot out of her and hit the wall in front of her from a good 3 feet away. The piss gushed from her pussy, arcing upwards before landing high up on the wall.

As impressive as her power piss was, it did not help the green haired girl's predicament. The urine stayed put.
Blondie, still pissing standing up, called to her friends.

Back on the patio, the brunette and her boyfriend heard her calling and walked over. The blonde said something and drunkenly laughed. Her laugh was loud, full throated, and kind of shook her body. I could hear it from my closed window. With each shake of her laugh, her piss waivered from side to side.

The brunette laughed too, shrugged and pulled her skirt down. She aimed her dick and pissed a long arc at the dumpster. At first her clear stream hit at just waist hight. But soon she pointed her long cock upwards and her piss hit the dumpster at the hieight of her head. Not satisfied, she pushed hard, and her piss gushed out of her, arcing upwards to patter down into some cardboard boxes sticking out the top of the dumpster.  She laughed, and started waving her hips to splash urine over as much area as she could. Her urine was plentiful, and gushed out seemingly without end. And she hadn't even shown signs of needing a piss.

The brunette girl's boyfriend watched his girlfriend's toilet with a look of pride. Not to be left out, he hauled out his now clearly half hard cock and aimed up onto the cardboard boxes in the dumpster, crossing streams with his girlfriend.

Maybe it was the sound of all those streams of urine, but finally, the green haired girl was able to pee. A trickle at first, and then a real torrent, a flood of clear pee gushed out of her. Her puddle grew and grew, and still, hot steaming piss flowed out of her. She threw her head back, relief visible in every part of her body. She must have been holding for ages to have so much urine inside her. And now it was all flowing out onto the alley.

The blonde was the first to finish. Her piss ended, and she pulled her jeans back up. Her stain on the wall looked like it was left by someone with a cock.

Next was the guy. He didn't have much piss, having used the potted plant as a urinal earlier. He put his dick away without bothering to shake it.

The brunette finished after him, her stream losing strength and gradually sinking from the top of the dumpster to the side, to just a trickle a few inches infront if her. She shook off and tucked herself back into her underwear.

The green haired girl slowly ran out of urine, and her stream faded to a gentle trickle before stopping entirely.

Finally their relief complete, the group walked out of the alley, gathered their things, and strolled off down the street, sure to dampen more alleys along the way.

[Ms. Tito 2,396]

This was so wonderful! I'm looking forward to the next installment!

[knarf11 74]

20 hours ago, Ms. Tito said:

This was so wonderful! I'm looking forward to the next installment!

So am I.