Confessions

[Alpian 687]

Story contains naughty female peeing, outdoors and indoors. The mess is left for others to worry about...

Dear all,

I just found this draft in my paperwork. Rather than letting it sit until I get around to finishing it, I thought I might as well share it with you, totally unedited.

Looking forward to your comments and ideas about how the story could evolve. I might - or not - use any of your input without naming you as coauthors, though. I might also name you, if I feel your input was important to the story as it evolves.

Hope you enjoy the reading as I enjoyed writing it 🙂

Alpian.

[Alpian 687]

It is hard to say just when things started to get out of control, but enough is enough. Yet let’s start at the beginning:

Peeing has not always been a fetish of mine – it just happened to be a normal bodily function, and I didn’t think too much about it. Growing up as an only child in a smallish rural town with my dad owning the only significant industrial company and largest employer in the region, I enjoyed many liberties other girls my age didn’t have. I was free to roam our estate and everyone in town treated me with due respect and reverence.

As it wasn’t a big deal to me, I’d never really discussed peeing habits with anyone. My earliest memory of it being a subject goes back almost ten years. I was having a small party with a handful of friends from my class at the catholic girl school to celebrate. Might have been my 18th birthday, or maybe just the completion of one of those tedious exams during the final year of high school. However, after dinner we had ended up in the whirlpool. The maids had cleaned the table and were serving cocktails directly at the pool.

One of my friends had been wriggling around nervously for a while, trying to get hold of one of the servants.

“Where are they?” she blurted out. “She has taken the tablet, where do I put my drink?”

No one took note of her, as we were laughing at a hilarious scene another girl had just told.

Five minutes on, I had had enough of Diana squirming at my side.

“What’s the fuss?” I whispered, “Stop it, it makes me nervous.”

She looked at me sheepishly and almost yelled:

“I’m desperate to piss!”

“So what?” I was taken aback. So much ado for nothing… “Just let it flow.”

It was what I always did, and my reply was given without any thought, I’d just said what I felt.

There was a brief look of surprise on Diana’s face, quickly replaced by relief washing over her as she finally relaxed. I smiled at her.

Our exchange had not gone unnoticed – I had adapted my volume to her exclamation. Need I tell you that none of us left the whirlpool until late into the night when all of us where rather drunk from the many rounds of drinks we had shared?

Back in the day it never occurred to me that my vision of peeing wherever I felt the urge might not be shared by others. None of the girls ever said anything – and I was used to them behaving like me, as my social situation had given me a sort of natural authority over them. I never found out if they thought peeing into the Jacuzzi was weird or even gross – but from that day, none of us ever went to the toilet when we were in the water.

Of course, it wasn’t only the whirlpool that served as my toilet. Often enough, I lay in a deck chair on our patio, reading. Usually, I wore a bikini when outside – we all do in our country. One of the maids would see that I always had enough to keep hydrated, adjust the sunshade and so on. I had no reason to ever get up. Should I have gotten up when I felt the need to evacuate all the liquid I had drunk? No one ever told me so, so I simply let it loose when the pressure on my bladder distracted me from reading. There was a brief feeling of warmth as my urine soaked into the gusset and a soft patter as pee began dripping from the chair onto the terracotta floor. It wouldn’t take long and the maid came with a bucket and mop, wiping up the puddle spreading from below me. She would be careful to remain in the background, minimizing the distraction her action could have caused to my reading.

Well, sometimes my careless approach to peeing got me into less comfortable situations. For example, I remember one day I went horse riding. I had donned my white breeches and took my steed once around town – maybe a three hours ride. I had felt the desire to pee around halfway, and without thinking I let it go some time thereafter. At first, the wet warmth spreading through the fabric felt good – but after a mile or so the wet material began chafing and I felt my skin get sore quickly. I took a shortcut through town, riding aside to reduce the rubbing action, despite the saddle not really being adapted. I wonder how many people watched me along the way – my white pants clearly showing a darker and yellowish hue on the insides of my legs where the pee had drenched the fabric and leather. When I arrived at the stable, I handed the horse to a farm hand and quickly took a shower before dressing in my tight denim cut-off shorts. A maid would clean my breeches whilst I drove home, my buttocks, thighs, and even calves bright red where they had rubbed for more than an hour against the wet and rough fabric.

 

Before long, I had moved to the capital city to university. The servants there weren’t of the same quality as in my home town and it took some time for me to adjust to the lack of reverence people showed me on the streets. But I soon came to appreciate the general indifference of people in large cities. It didn’t seem to bother anyone if I peed behind some bushes in the park or between two parked cars in the street. If any men were within view, I’d usually try to find a shop and see if they had a toilet or at least some changing room – it is never good for a woman to expose herself to men in our part of the world, unfortunately.

My apartment was a couple stories upstairs in a reasonably decent part of the city – even daddy’s wealth became relative compared to rich people in the city. It featured a balcony large enough to put a small table, a chair, and a deck chair. There wasn’t enough space for a live-in maid though, and my servant would only be available twice a day. Evelyn was the third girl in my service – I had to dismiss her predecessors for a lack of respect and alacrity. She’d would arrive when I got up and prepare breakfast, clean the place and do the laundry. In the evening, she’d be there to cook dinner and look after me until I went to bed. During the day, I spent a lot of time on campus, also eating there.

It would happen that I got up late for class. Having a maid proved particularly useful in these cases. Of course she didn’t dare to wake me up. Instead, she’d have coffee and a bowl of cereals ready when I got out of my bedroom. Once I was particularly late after a late night out. On my way to the sideboard, I slipped off my nightie and quickly dug into my cereals. When I took my first sip of the hot coffee, an impulse hit my full bladder and hot morning pee started gushing from my private parts, first pattering on the floor and then spraying full force against the wall before me. Despite the significant quantity of concentrated urine that had collected over night, I had emptied myself after a few seconds.

Evelyn was right there with a soft cloth and washing me, starting with my calves and working her way up all the way to my groin. She didn’t forget my nether parts, either – and as I finished my coffee, I was ready to go. Evelyn handed me a short dress as I made a beeline for the door and toweled my feet dry before I slipped into my sandals. I was just unlocking the door when I realized she had already packed my briefcase and placed it right where it needed to be. I grabbed it as she opened the door and handed me a small paper bag.

Need I say I only just made it to the lecture hall in time? Coming in from the bright morning sun, the room seemed almost dark, as it was prepared for a video-presentation. How grateful was I when I discovered a bra and cotton panties in the paper bag! I managed to put them on without being seen during the presentation – don’t think we’re not prudish around here just because we wear bikinis and skimpy shorts all the time: the Catholic Church still has a strong hold on mores even here in the city!

Out of a whim, I picked up a small box of chocolates for Evelyn on my way home. I was so glad I finally had found a maid who understood her duties and operated as expected!

Sometimes, I didn’t feel like hanging out with the fellow students on campus and went home to study on the balcony. These were quiet moments and I fully immersed into my books. As Evelyn wouldn’t be around this early – she was working elsewhere, I guess – I had to get my own drinks and snacks. But fortunately, I didn’t have to go to the toilet: I’d let it flow as always whenever the need arose, and my pee would pool in the plastic chair before finding its way through the small hole intended to let rain water flow off. The puddle under the chair would quickly become a small rivulet following the barely perceptible slope of the floor to pass under the balustrade. Depending on the wind, it would then drip off the balcony directly on the sidewalk and parked cars some twenty meters below, or it would remain closer to the building and dribble on the balustrade and balcony below. To be honest, back at the time I didn’t ever worry about anyone noticing. Nor did I consider the rudeness of my behavior – I just continued what I’d always done in a different setting. For my defense I need to add that neither Evelyn nor anyone else ever said anything about it. Evelyn would quietly wipe the balcony after my study sessions and wash my clothes. The next morning, everything would be fresh like nothing had ever happened – at least as far as my belongings were concerned.

Winter came and the weather turned less inviting, with occasional rain and temperatures regularly falling below twenty degree Celsius. One evening, I was sitting in the living room and pondering a particularly twisted problem for a case study. Earlier, I had worked in the dining area. Evelyn had served warm tea, cut fresh vegetables sticks and a very tasty salsa dip when she realized I wouldn’t stop studying to eat the dinner she had cooked. She was a great servant, really! It was getting late and I wasn’t progressing as I wished. To sit more comfortably, I had retired to the couch and Evelyn had carried my stuff to the low table in front of me. I kept drinking distractedly and it was the second or third time this evening that my stretched bladder was making itself felt. Annoyed, I spread my legs under the glass table, slightly skidding forward on the lounge and relaxed my sphincter. A soft pitter-patter filled the room as clear urine sprang from my source and spattered on the carpet under the table. Some was running along my inner legs and wet warmth between my buttocks indicated that the couch imbibed a fair share, too. A faint odor of fresh urine filled the air around me, rather pleasant, I thought. The last time I had peed had been at the dining table, I realized – it was then that I had retired to undress and put on my nighty after Evelyn had wiped me clean with a soft damp sponge and a towel before attending to the puddle on the floor.

Was it the noise or the scent that brought Evelyn from her rummaging in the kitchen? She looked tired as she knelt in front of me and bent forward with her cloth and bucket to try and remove my fresh piss from the carpet between my legs. I looked at the clock and realized it was past midnight. I put my book to the side and picked up my draft paper, leaning back into the soft cushions and going through the notes. Something tickled my left foot, and looking past my paper I realized it was Evelyn’s hand as she was busily cleaning my mess. I continued revising my notes whilst absentmindedly playing with the sopping thick carpet between my toes, tapping a slow rhythm.

Evelyn was still busy trying to soak my pee from the carpet when I had revised my notes and put the paper aside. I lifted my feet and put them on the table, spreading my knees far apart to lazily observe my servant doing her job as I relaxed from the intense studying. It was soothing to watch her kneeling in front of me, low on the ground and bent forward to skid under the transparent table and diligently doing her work. I didn’t realize I was flashing my female parts to her, wearing nothing but a nightdress.

“See you tomorrow.” I yawned, getting up to retire to bed, adding: “Not too early, please.”

“Have a pleasant night, Ms. Fuentes.” I heard her reply before I closed the door and drifted off to sleep.

I don’t know how long it took Evelyn to clean everything, but the next morning when I woke up, I found her in the dining area, looking rather tired. But she had been busy already, packing my stuff for today’s lectures, preparing a quick breakfast and coffee as well as getting ready a selection of clothes easy and quick to put on. Need I say that since the first time she had so well served me when being late, I had kind of become accustomed to the extra time this provided me and factored it in when getting up late for class? It hadn’t quite become a habit, but once or twice a month, I was late enough to require her full attention and assistance in getting ready for school. I rather enjoyed those moments when she was washing me, gently caressing my skin with her soft cloth and fully devoting herself to making me fresh and beautiful for the day despite the lack of time. Once I had been too tired to fully empty my bladder standing at the sideboard, and I happened to squirt again as her somewhat fresh cloth approached my crotch. It wasn’t much, but enough to fully soak her cloth and leave a sprinkling of yellow on her impeccably white blouse. She had to get a fresh cloth and start again, but nevertheless she managed to get me cleaned before I had finished breakfast.

“Are you alright, Ms. Fuentes?” she asked as I emerged from my bedroom.

I took some time to realize I looked rather ruffled and feverish in my wet nightie, my skin shimmering in the morning light.

“It’s alright.” I reassured her. “I was so tired this morning, I just couldn’t resolve myself to get up to pee. I fear I wet the bed – no need to worry.”

We didn’t have time for further exchanges, I really needed to get going. Evelyn had finished cleaning my body and lower back, and as she knelt in front of me to continue with my legs and vulva, I made sure I evacuated the last remnants of morning urine from my system. Some of this pee trickled along my thighs, some sprayed inches from her face from my labia, hitting her forearm as she cleansed my groin and well-trimmed mons.

Wordlessly, she continued removing the traces of my morning wetting as I devoured my breakfast.

Around the same time, I met one of my former classmates. Belonging to the richer families from my hometown, Gabriela wasn’t rich enough to attend the same university but could afford to study in the capital. We were sitting in my living room and having a drink when she explained her predicament to me:

“I can’t find a proper maid here. The last girl didn’t turn up for work yesterday morning, just like that.”

“Agree!” I said. “Servants are not the same quality here as at home. I’ve had to dismiss two in a couple weeks before hiring Evelyn. Can’t complain about her, though.”

“Just listen what happened to me: Last weekend, I went to a party and got quite drunk. During the night, I didn’t quite make it to the toilet in time. Nothing bad, really, just some pee in the bed and on the floor all the way to the bathroom. Sunday morning, I got up a bit later – I had slept on the couch. When I asked her, Ingrid refused to clean the floor and wash the linens! She brazenly told me it wasn’t her job! Of course I dragged her through the pee to the bathroom and had her get a mop and pushed her on her knees to start wiping. But little use: as soon as I released her, she stopped. After fifteen minutes of fighting, she told me she had to go – it wasn’t even twelve o’clock. Finally, I did it myself, took until three in the afternoon to get everything tidy. Lost a whole day!”

“Infame!”

“When I told her on Monday I wasn’t going to pay her for the hours I lost on Sunday, she wasn’t happy. But she did her job, albeit grudgingly. Yet on Tuesday, she didn’t turn up.”

“You fired her?”

“Don’t think she’s gonna turn up again. Do you know anyone who could help?”

Our conversation stopped as Evelyn brought new drinks – she was great with cocktails and long drinks. An advantage of the capital are the good drinks!

“Evelyn, didn’t you tell me your cousin was looking for a beginner’s job?” I inquired.

“I’m paying two hours a day in the morning, no social security and paperwork and such…” Gabriela added.

“It’s a studio apartment,” I added, “otherwise same stuff as here.”

“You’re paying six hours, and I have a contract with social security…” Evelyn objected.

“Your cousin doesn’t have any experience, right?” I observed. “I believe it’s a fair deal. You could help her to organize her work?”

“Ok, I’ll bring Julieta tomorrow, so you can meet her. But she needs to be home at midday.” Evelyn agreed.

“Great! If she starts at eight, she should be able to finish by noon.” Gabriela pointed out. “She’s not afraid of pee, I hope?”

“Evelyn is going to make sure she knows her job.” I confirmed. “I’m sure Julieta won’t disappoint you.”

Evelyn nodded and left for the kitchen to continue doing the dishes. We had started dining three hours ago and spent the last hour or so in the living room. So whilst Evelyn now had some time to herself to tidy up, our bladders had been filling to near capacity, not least due to the diuretic effect of caffeine and alcohol.

“Too bad you don’t have a Jacuzzi here.” Gabriela broke the silence after sipping from her cocktail.

“Indeed,” I concurred, “But the weather isn’t exactly inciting an outdoor bikini session…”

“But we could drink without worrying about having to go to the bathroom.” Gabriela smirked.

I didn’t see the reason to smirk, but I suddenly became aware of my desperation. I needed to release some pressure soon if I didn’t want to become uncomfortable. Having gotten used to peeing indoors wherever I happened to be without worrying about a toilet, and feeling totally at ease with my old friend from school that I’d known for all my life, it wasn’t really a conscious act when I lifted my feet off the floor and posed them on the edge of the table. As I wasn’t working, the table was at a good distance, and as I slid my bottom towards the edge of the couch, my knees were about the same height as my breasts. Spreading my legs, knees apart, feet about half a meter from each other on the table, I pulled my shorts and panties to the side and let it rip.

It was probably the first time that I openly and purposefully exposed my private parts to take a wee in front of someone. Previously, I hadn’t removed my panties when peeing in a naughty place inside my apartment. But when peeing outdoors – and all by myself – I had sometimes slid my crotch to the side rather than pulling my panties to my knees or ankles. So I knew what I was doing and how pulling my labia slightly apart would help obtaining a clean stream of pee rather than spraying urine all over the place or running along my butt crack.

Gabriela was quick to understand:

“So you simply pee in here like in the pool?” she wanted confirmation. “Great – I really need to go, too!”

Before I had even started to go, Gabriela had placed her feet on the table, too. She slid to the rim of her armchair, opened her legs and pulled her panties aside. I believe her piss was squirting from her cleanly shaven lips before I had realized what was going on. Even to me – experienced in naughty peeing – it was weird to witness a young woman candidly exposing herself and insolently peeing in the living room. It didn’t take long and the patter of our pee hitting the thick carpet filled the room. Gabriela smiled at me, looking truly happy:

“I always wanted to do this, but I never dared. I love your brazenness and how you simply do what’s fun!”

I admit I was somewhat taken aback by this comment – I had never actually thought about peeing and it was the first time the idea came to me that peeing could actually be fun. Naughty fun, the naughtier the better.

I smiled back.

“Don’t worry, Evelyn is going to take care of the mess.”

Evelyn hadn’t heard us, as she was making quite some din with the dishes in the kitchen. But soon enough she came looking after us, proposing another drink. This was when she saw the two puddles at our feet. Effective as always, she got her utensils and unobtrusively set about cleaning our mess whilst we continued sipping our mojitos.

[Bacardi 10,134]

Damn. This scratched an itch I just could not scratch. I loooovvvvveeeeeeee the idea of being a maid and watching as the person I work for pees and I have to clean it up 😫😫😫 this was absolutely the best. 

Thanks so much for sharing. 

[NaughtyPisserLover 65]

Hot, but more than the indoor pissing in her apartment, I'd like if she peed more on things that aren't her own. You mixed perfectly the two when the girl talked about pissing from the balcony also onto the cars below, that's the best part of the story, but it's very brief. I'd want to see more like that, more also now that she has got a partner in crime. Apart from this advice that you can follow or not, the story is indeed better than 90% of what I read here and I'm looking forward for next chapters👍

[wetwulf 3,324]

Wow @Alpian! That is one of the hottest stories I have ever read. I hope now that she's introduced her friend to naughty peeing, we will see more of both of them. And I'm curious if there is a reason Evelyn is so willing to clean up the pee. I would love to read more chapters of this story.

[Alpian 687]

@Bacardi
Thank you for sharing your feelings - I might just dream about you when continuing the story...

@NaughtyPisserLover & @wetwulf
Naughty was definitely the direction my thoughts were taking when I had to stop writing to take care of more urgent business. I hope I can get around to writing a second chapter before the end of summer. As it's written in the first person, I might not pee able to delve too much into Evelyn's world - I need to think about the options.

@LJune, @miniskirtpisser , @CON2H4, @crazyguy09, @CallT, @Raub75, @PissVox
Thank you all for your encouragement - I'm not going to forget about it and try to follow up with more 🙂

[Lutab 1,052]

On 6/27/2022 at 11:05 AM, NaughtyPisserLover said:

Hot, but more than the indoor pissing in her apartment, I'd like if she peed more on things that aren't her own. You mixed perfectly the two when the girl talked about pissing from the balcony also onto the cars below, that's the best part of the story, but it's very brief. I'd want to see more like that, more also now that she has got a partner in crime. Apart from this advice that you can follow or not, the story is indeed better than 90% of what I read here and I'm looking forward for next chapters👍

I agree the two of them could go out together and have some naughty fun. 🙂

maybe they go shopping and pee in the dressing room or on some clothes they don’t like.

 

could also go to a house party or frat party and get up to some naughty fun together there. 🙂

[Lutab 1,052]

Also great start of the story! Hope to read more 🙂

 

I think a frat party could be perfect. They both get invited and there is a line for the bathrooms so they just find an empty bedroom instead. Both finding naughty places to leave there yellow marks 😜