Hiking Adventures - chapter 4 & 5

[M.Vixen 772]

Hiking adventures

(Contains female and male peeing, naughty peeing and voyeurism)

Chapter 4:


Two orgasms later I’m still horny but I know I really have to do some chores around the house today. I did my laundry this morning when I was cleaning up the pissy clothes from my bedroom floor but other than that my new obsession has seriously distracted me from housekeeping lately.

I decide to compromise and get to work, drinking almost an entire soda bottle filled with water while I vacuum clean the house. Once I’m done with that I have to pee pretty bad. I still have to mop the floors though. I already cleaned my bedroom this morning and both my living room and the hallway have carpet floors so luckily that leaves me with just the bathroom and the kitchen.

I feel my bladder spasm as I turn on the tap to fill up a bucket. The water takes forever to get warm –as usual- and I have to squeeze my legs together firmly while waiting. The urge subsides a little bit as soon as the sound of running water stops, so I quickly make my way to the bathroom and mop the floor. While carrying the mop and bucket from the bathroom to the kitchen I have to pause for a second in the hallway. I have to pee so bad that I put one hand in between my legs without thinking. I squeeze my pussy to force myself to hold in my pee. I feel that I’m all velvety wet yet again and for a second I wonder what the hell is wrong with me, torturing myself like this and still getting turned on by it. Distracted by my thoughts for a moment I quickly move along to the kitchen. I feel like I deserve a little treat for not ruining the hallway carpet so I pee on the tiled kitchen floor for just a few seconds. I mop up my mess right away and quickly wipe down the rest of the floor. I put the mop aside and without wasting another second I position myself over the bucket to release a torrent of piss. It clatters into the bucket beneath me very loudly as I sigh in relief.

After making myself a quick and easy dinner I grab my laptop and check my favorite pee forum. I check all the new content, but there’s nothing that seems to be related to my recent pee adventures. I’m about to toss my laptop aside as an exciting thought pops into my head. I head over to Reddit and click the by now all too familiar profile of my mystery cameraman aka pisser. Half a minute ago I really thought I would find a video of him soaking the park bench this afternoon, but nope.. apparently not.

I admit to myself that I feel disappointed and grumpy. Why did he outline my pee stain and put a smiley face with it if he isn’t at least curious?

I guess it’s time for one more pro-active approach from my side. It’s still light outside luckily so I grab my bike and cycle back to the park bench. It’s been quite warm today but the wood doesn’t look less soaked than earlier today. Good, I think to myself. There’s nobody in sight so I grab my phone and quickly take a few pictures. One photo of the whole bench, and a close-up picture of my pee stain with the marker outline and the cheerful emoticon.

Once I get back home I feel a lot less confident. I ignore that fact that I have to work tomorrow and pour myself a stiff drink of ice cold Vodka and bitter lemon as a late dessert to my dinner. I transfer the photos that I just took to my laptop and click the pee forum that is still open in my incognito browser tab. In the sub-forum ‘Real Encounters and Experiences’ I click to make a new topic. I hesitate for a bit before I enter “Had a desperate pee accident on a park bench this morning, then saw this on my way back.. have I been called out?!?” as the title for my new topic, choosing to play dumb. While my photos are uploading I add some text, describing how utterly desperate for a pee I was this morning, and that I just sat on the bench because it was the very first place I set eye on that would somewhat prevent me from urinating in plain sight. I describe that there were shrubs and trees less than 100 meters away from me but that I was very much about to pee myself, and, in all honestly, I also liked the naughtiness of using the park bench. Taking a sip of my drink I decide to only add one more line of text, referring to the pictures with my post. “Not sure if I felt more turned on or scared that someone was spying on me and I didn’t even see them. 😮 ”. At least it’s not entirely beside the truth, I think, as I click to enter my post before having second thoughts about it.



Chapter 5:

The next morning I have to hurry to work, feeling tired but thankfully not hungover. At least my alcohol tolerance didn’t just make me gain some weight, I grumpily think.
My work provides me with an unusually busy day at the most inconvenient time - of course - and by the time I get back home all I want to do is crash in my bed straight away. It’s tempting but I know that if I do I’ll probably wake up starving in the middle of the night. I force myself to defrost a pre-cooked meal from my freezer and zombie-walk myself to the couch in the meantime. A split second away from sitting down on my laptop I leap back up again. I usually leave my computer on the table like an… at least somewhat normal being, but then I remember yesterday evening.
I’m too curious now to not check if anyone replied on the forum so I open my laptop. The website is still open in my browser and I see a few alerts. Most are just up-votes or replies to the topic I created but there is also one private message. The username doesn’t seem familiar and I feel my heart starting to beat slightly faster as I click it. It’s a rather short message, without a subject even, but it makes me feel awake again right away. “Did I call you out? I’m pretty sure you called me out first ;-)”, it says. Beneath the text there is a link to a picture of the bridge pillar with my creative sharpie work on it. A picture that I’m sure I did not take myself.
I can feel my cheeks flush and my pussy tingling. This must be the guy. But.. now what? I try to think of a somewhat witty response but after a few minutes I just reply “Maybe it was a test 😉 Or just a way to lure you out..”. Only a few minutes later I hear the sound of a new message on my laptop and I can’t help but check it right away. I eagerly read his message that starts with a cheeky smiley face and says “Ok, sooooo.. you found me, now what?”.

I suddenly feel rather insecure. I’ve been lost in my dirty fantasies over the past few days, and I never really expected anything real to happen I guess. I want to watch him casually pissing everywhere. I want to know why he likes pissing. I want to know if he deliberately leaves home with a full bladder too. And I want.. him to watch me, maybe. That is, if he did not already have a peek at me the day before.

I decide to push my insecurities away for now and answer “Looks like you had to go pretty bad too, at the park bench yesterday”. He answers in less than a minute. “Yeah, I sure did. I could hardly wait to whip it out while making my sharpie drawing ;-)”. I can’t help but think of the videos where he starts pissing pretty much the second he frees his cock from his pants and just that thought turns me on instantly. “Was hoping you made a video of it..” I reply quickly before dashing into my bedroom to strip from the waist down. The jeans that I was wearing were very much in the way of rubbing my swollen clit and the wetness between my legs and I shamelessly indulge in it until I hear another message sound from my laptop. I quickly put on a skirt to go back to the living room. “..who says I didn’t?”, he wrote.
I am dumbfounded for a moment. And holy fucking shit, I want to see that video so bad right now. But I don’t want him to know that.. or at least.. not yet. We’re still playing, and I don’t want to be the first one to lay my cards on the table. As I wrack my brain on what to say next I close the living room curtains so at least I can play with my pussy again.
Fingering myself doesn’t help (no surprise there I guess..), I just want to ask him for the video even more now. But I’m not going to. Without wiping my fingers clean of my wetness I type “Well.. I’m sure that would look pretty hot then, if you did indeed make a video *cheeky face emoticon*.  I’m curious though.. did you watch me having my.. much needed break before you either did or did not make that video yourself?”. I click send and I’m proud of myself for not giving into temptation right away.. in a bit of a silly way. But still.


His reply makes my cheeks turn burning red again. I feel torn between shame and arousal. “Oh, yes, I most definitely saw you. I hid when I saw you at first though. It was blatantly obvious for anyone within half a mile that you were dying for a pee. And as you probably have figured out by now, I can’t help it that I love watching a scene like that. I guess I felt bad for spying on you, or maybe part of me wanted you to notice me, but I got up from my hiding place at some point and continued my walk. And yes, of course I could not resist to check out the park bench once you were out of sight. I hope I didn’t upset you at the time though”.

I read the message again, taken aback a bit by him openly and rather respectfully putting his feelings into words. Yet at some point that afternoon he had purposely pissed all over the same bench, which he conveniently didn’t mention in his message. I decide to take the gamble and message him my thoughts. His reply takes a little longer this time but turns me on beyond belief.
“Well.. what can I say. Yes, I did all that very much on purpose after getting insanely aroused by watching you pee. I had no proof that you were the girl with the sharpie, but fuck did I hope that you were. I walked into town to buy myself a sharpie at a newspaper stand not too far away. I had been sipping water all afternoon though, so I was also extremely desperate by the time I got back to your park bench. I think it was both the most relieving and arousing piss I ever had though”. At the end of his message is a link to a video. I already know what it is but I try to postpone clicking it for a few minutes while desperately rubbing my clit. I’m already about to orgasm before I have even watched the video and I’m so horny it makes me careless. My bladder feels full enough and I allow myself to edge just once. A big spurt of pee hits the carpet as I do, and it takes all my willpower to not do it again.


To be continued…

[Kupar 13,339]

Fabulous stuff @M.Vixen! Great to see the story developing 🙂