Ciara Pt. 2: A day at the carnival and no urine in the toilet bowl

[sd91 869]

Part 1 here!

My name is Ciara, a 28-year-old Irish freelance graphic designer with a spirit of adventure and a love for life's unexpected moments. My long, wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes often draw people's attention, while my slender figure is a result of my active lifestyle. I have a medical condition that sometimes causes me not to feel the urge to urinate until it becomes quite urgent. Over time, I've not only become adept at finding discreet places to relieve myself outdoors, but I've also come to embrace and enjoy the thrill of it.

 

I woke up early on the day of the carnival, excited for the festivities ahead. Before heading out with my friends, I decided to go for a morning jog to get my blood pumping and clear my head. As I got dressed, I put on my tight grey booty shorts, a yellow crop top with a sports bra underneath, and my white running shoes. I realised I hadn't gone to the toilet yet, but I was eager to start my jog, so I decided to take my chances (or deal with the consequences) and head out.

As I started jogging through the park, the rhythmic bouncing motion only seemed to bring about the urge to pee. I was only halfway through my usual route when I realised I wouldn't be able to hold it in any longer. I scanned the area for a secluded spot where I could relieve myself.

Luckily, I spotted a small grove of bushes off to the side of the path. I quickly made my way over, checking to make sure no one was around. Once I felt confident that I was hidden from view. Behind the bushes, I hurriedly pulled down my grey booty shorts and underwear, squatting as close to the ground as I could. As I squat down to urinate, I can feel both my soft pink outer labia and my more delicate inner labia parting slightly, forming a natural curve. The pressure of my full bladder caused my wee to begin just while I was lowering myself causing it to gush out forcefully, creating a strong stream. As I begin to relieve myself, I can see my wee gush out through the lips of my fully shaven vagina and over the wildflowers.

As I was releasing my morning pee, I felt an incredible sense of relief as it hissed out of me and splashed out onto the wildflowers and soil beneath me. The colour was a dark yellow, indicating my body's need for hydration after sleeping. I couldn't help but sigh as the pressure in my bladder subsided as its contents emptied over the bluebells, and daisies as well as soaking a nearby fern resulting in a constant rainfall of golden droplets dripping off and joining the puddle of urine forming on the soil. The smell of my morning urine created a smell around me similar to that of a public toilet, despite not using one.

During the entire process, I was hyper-aware of my surroundings, listening for any sounds that might indicate someone approaching. Despite the urgency of the situation, I couldn't deny the thrill of relieving myself outdoors. I knew this wouldn’t be the last time today as I knew the toilet situation at the carnival was always pretty dire, but no problem. I think it’s quite fun weeing outside. The urgency of the situation made the act of relieving myself feel even more gratifying. Additionally, the fact that I was outdoors and had to be resourceful added a thrill to the experience.

Once I had finished, I carefully wiped myself with a tissue I had in my pocket and discarded it into the bushes. After pulling up my grey booty shorts and underwear, I took a deep breath and continued my jog, feeling refreshed and ready to tackle the day ahead.

 

After my morning jog, I got showered and dressed ready for a day at the carnival. I wore a colourful crop top that showcased my slim waist, paired with high-waisted skinny jeans that hugged my curves, and comfortable sneakers perfect for dancing the day away. I set off planned to meet my friends at a pub near the carnival. On the train towards the pub, I began to feel a familiar pressure building in my bladder.

As I got off the train and left the station the sensation of needing to wee grew more intense with each step I took. I clenched my muscles, trying my best to hold it in as I hurried along. When I finally arrived at the pub, I spotted my friends through the window, laughing and enjoying their drinks. I waved and entered, my main focus being to find a restroom as quickly and discreetly as possible.

I greeted my friends with a tight-lipped smile, informing them that I needed to use the restroom, walking past them quickly. My friend were all well aware of my medical condition.

As I made my way towards the restrooms, I noticed that the queue for the ladies' room was just outside the door. Desperate and unwilling to wait, I noticed the disabled toilet nearby and decided to use it instead.

Once inside, I locked the door and quickly realised that the toilet itself was a little messy. At this point, my desperation took over, and I made the decision to wee in the sink. Luckily, the sink was low enough for me to try standing in front of it. I quickly pulled down my jeans and black lacy underwear, then carefully used my fingers to aim my urethra directly at the sink basin.

I finally let go and began to wee, I could hear the sound of my clear urine hitting the porcelain, echoing in the small room. I focused on maintaining my aim and ensuring that my stream flowed directly into the sink. After about 10 seconds, the pressure in my bladder disappeared, and I carefully released my grip after a quick jiggle to get rid of any droplets on my labia into the sink. I waddled over to the toilet, wiped with a bit of tissue paper and pulled up my jeans and underwear. I washed my hands, and left the restroom, grateful that I had managed to find a solution and ready to enjoy the day with my friends. By this point, I was interested in having some fun with all of this. I decided that none of my urine would reach a toilet bowl today.

 

After the pub, we made our way to Notting Hill Carnival. There were a fair few things to eat and drink As we made our way through the vibrant streets, dancing to the beat of steel drums and enjoying the irresistible aromas of jerk chicken and other mouthwatering dishes, I abruptly felt the all-too-familiar urgency to wee. The carnival was packed with people, and I knew finding a restroom would be difficult, with one or two of my friends still in a queue nearby after 20 minutes. I told my friends about my predicament, and we began searching for a suitable spot for a squat.

After a few minutes of scouting, we stumbled upon a basement level apartment entrance below a house, with a short set of steps leading down to it. The steps were partially obscured from the street, offering some privacy. Although it was not an ideal location, my desperation left me with little choice. I hurried down the steps, a couple of  friends standing guard at the top to ensure no one would interrupt me.

Once down there I saw the doorstep on one side, surrounded by some plant pots. On the other side, I saw a corner with a tell-tale urine stain against the wall and on the floor beneath it. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down along with my underwear, revealing my clean-shaven and smooth vagina. I squatted down leaning against a large planter, positioning myself so that my wee would flow away from my body and clothing. As I began to wee, I felt a deep sense of relief, and my powerful stream of light yellow wee parted my labia slightly before hitting the ground with force, creating a puddle beneath me. A faint smell of urine filled the air, before blending in to the various scents of the carnival.

I continued to wee for about 45 seconds, noticing several yellow droplets splash onto the white leather and rubber at the front of my sneakers . However I was simply grateful for the opportunity to relieve myself amidst the chaos of the carnival. Once I finished, I wiped myself with a tissue from my bag and tossed it into the rather large puddle I had produced, watching for a couple of seconds as it soaked up the liquid before turning yellow and sinking.

I pulled up my underwear and jeans, taking a moment to appreciate the exhilaration and satisfaction of yet another successful outdoor wee break. I rejoined my friends, and we resumed our carnival adventure, sharing laughter and creating lasting memories.

 

Later on, as the Carnival continued and was at its peak, I found myself needing to wee once more. A bit more prepared this time, I mentioned my need to my friends, and we set off to find the toilets.

As we wandered, we spotted a row of portable toilets set up specifically for the carnival. I felt relieved, knowing that this would be a more convenient option than searching for a place for another private pee and probably wetting myself trying.

As we all queued together, I realised that the queue was too long for me to wait. The urge to wee had become quite strong, and I knew I couldn't hold it much longer thanks to my condition. I turned to my friends and explained my situation, telling them that I was going to sneak behind the  portable toilets to relieve myself. They understood and decided to stay behind and queue.

I quickly made my way behind the portable toilets, pulling out a pack of tissues from my bag. The toilets were backed up against the wall of a building. I was hoping hoping to find some privacy but to my surprise, I found a young woman in her early 20s already squatting behind one of the portable toilets. She had dark skin and an athletic build, shoulder-length curly hair, and wore a yellow tank top with matching shorts, which were pulled down to her knees. I caught a glance of a clear stream of urine flowing from between her beautifully dark legs. Her intimate area was well-groomed, with her pubic hair shaved into a neat landing strip. Her labia were a beautiful shade of dark pink, and her inner labia were barely visible, tucked inside her outer labia. As she relieved herself, her clear urine stream flowed steadily from her urethra. Beneath her was a growing puddle on the ground however, the whole ground beneath us was wet.

The woman noticed me and gave me a knowing smile, understanding the predicament we both found ourselves in. I returned the smile and quickly moved to one of the other portable toilets. Whilst I was looking for privacy I didn’t have a problem relieving myself alongside another woman.

I bent slightly at the waist and leaned forward, extending an arm to brace myself against the side of the portable toilet. I unzipped my jeans, slid them down along with my underwear, and carefully exposed my vagina once more this time in a semi-squatting stance to find a comfortable and stable position for urinating. I tilted my hips forward slightly to aim my urethra towards the side of the portable toilet and avoid splashback.

As I began to wee, I felt a sense of relief washing over me. My urine stream splashed against the side of the portable toilet, creating a distinct splattering sound as it hit the plastic surface before gently running down onto the pavement beneath me.

I couldn't help but notice the young woman finishing up her wee. She started to shake herself dry, before I offered her a tissue. Leaning slightly toward the side whilst still urinating. She leans forward to grab it saying thank you as she did before beginning to wipe, dryers herself off with one leg towards me further away from her body. She dropped the tissue after wiping and pulled up her shorts, and gave me another smile and thanking me for the company, laughing and leaving the concealed area behind the portable toilets.

As I continued peeing, I overheard a woman exiting one of the portable toilets, exclaiming to her friend, “Oh my god, someone was pissing against the wall behind me while I was sat on the loo!" The woman sounded shocked and slightly annoyed.

My heart raced but I could still feel a bit to go in my bladder. Instead of stopping now and need to go yet again later I decided to try to finish quickly and avoid any potential confrontation. I squeezed as I spray my urine out behind me, only making my stream splash harder against the plastic wall as I heard someone else enter and close the door. As soon as I had finished, I wiped myself with a tissue and threw it into the puddle of urine. I pulled up my jeans and underwear, and hurried back to my friends, who were waiting for me. I kept an eye on the person who then came out of the toilet I urinated against and saw a brunette about my age exit. She wouldn’t know it was me but it was an interesting and mildly embarrassing thought that her and seemingly her friend heard me pee quite loudly, and only a plastic wall separated my urine from their back. With hindsight I could see why the woman was shocked!

 

As the day progressed into the late afternoon, the carnival was in full swing, and I was having a great time with my friends. However, I could feel that pressure building in my bladder once more. Just as I was about to excuse myself to look for a restroom, my phone rang. It was my mum, who wanted to check in. I couldn't ignore her call as I was trying to get hold of her the past few days, so I reluctantly answered it, knowing that I couldn't afford to wait any longer to find a place to relieve myself.

As I spoke on the phone, my mum was asking about the carnival and if I was having fun. I did my best to focus on the conversation while scanning the area for a suitable and discreet spot to wee. I was growing increasingly desperate, and I knew I had to act fast. Finally, I spotted a small alleyway between two food stalls that seemed at least partly concealed. I quickly excused myself from my friends, telling them I needed to take this call, and hurried over to the alley.

Once I was certain that I was out of sight, I leaned against the wall, keeping the phone pressed to my ear as I continued the conversation with my mum. I carefully pulled down my jeans and underwear just enough to expose my vagina. Holding my phone with one hand, I used my other hand to aim my stream towards the ground.

I felt an immense sense of relief as I began to wee, the clear warm liquid flowing from my body and creating a puddle on the ground. I did my best to maintain a steady stream while discussing the day's events with my mum. However, she suddenly paused and asked, "Ciara, are you... weeing right now?" I tried to play it off, but she could hear the unmistakable sound of my urine splashing on the ground.

Blushing, I sheepishly admitted, "Yes, Mum. I couldn't hold it any longer, so I'm weeing in an alleyway." To my surprise, she laughed and said, “Oh, Ciara, you've always been resourceful. Well, when you've got to go, you've got to go! Just make sure you're careful." I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for her understanding and sense of humor.

As I was weeing in the alleyway, I heard footsteps and talking. I tried to be as quiet as possible, listening to my mum talk,  hoping they wouldn't notice me. A couple walked past the entrance of the alley, deep in conversation. They glanced in my direction, but it seemed like they didn't really register what I was doing or didn’t care. They continued on their way without saying anything, and I breathed out with relief. I glanced over at the food stalls, worried that someone might notice what I was doing. To my relief, it seemed like the food stall vendors and customers were preoccupied with their own business, serving and ordering food. No one appeared to be looking in my direction or seemed to notice that I was weeing in the alley. I felt a bit of relief knowing that I could finish up quickly without drawing any unwanted attention to myself. I must have been far enough down it that most people in the queues couldn’t actually see.

After a while, my bladder was finally empty. With only one hand free, I gave my bum a little shake and I carefully pulled up my jeans and underwear. For the next few minutes I stood next to my puddle in this most recent makeshift toilet and my mum wrapped up the phone call, needing to start her nursing shift. I thanked her for understanding and hurried back to join my friends, who were none the wiser about my little escapade.

 

As we reached the evening, the crowds were starting to thin out. As the evening came to an end, my friends and I were walking out  from the main carnival chatting about the performances and parades we'd enjoyed throughout the day, as we went off to get some dinner. The sun had set, and the streets had grown quieter as we entered a residential area. My bladder had been quietly filling up, and I knew I needed to find a place to wee before it became too urgent.

"Guys, I need to find a place to wee again. Keep an eye out for me, will you?"

"Sure, Ciara, let's find a spot for you.” Fiona replied, as we walked down the streets.

As we continued walking, I came across a small, secluded area between some bushes and the wall of a house. It was far enough from the street and nearby houses to offer some privacy. I quickly made my way over to the spot, with Fiona in tow. At first I presumed she was coming to keep watch for me before she said “Turns out, I could do with a pee actually” she says, laughing afterward.

“The more the merrier!” I chuckled back. Fiona was a tall woman in her late 20s with just below shoulder-length brunette hair and a slim figure. She was wearing a floral dress that accentuated her athletic build.

We quickly ducked in, and went behind the bush. We positioned ourselves with our backs to the wall, side by side and ready to wee. I pulled down my jeans and black lacy knickers, trying to be as quick as possible, while Fiona hiked up her dress and her white thong aside with her hand. As I squatted down, I could hear the sound of Fiona's stream starting, a strong, clear flow that splashed against the ground beneath her. Then my own stream began, a clear watery yet warm spray. It was hitting the ground forcefully, as I was both quite desperate and the flow from out of my labia created quite a wide stream. The sound of our urine hitting the ground mixed with the distant chatter and laughter of my friends.

While weeing together, Fiona said to me, "So, Ciara, how many times have you had to do this today? You're becoming quite the expert!" Looking up from her own stream for a moment and looking at me.

I chuckled and replied, "Honestly, I've lost count! But you know how it is with my condition. I'm just glad I can count on you all for support." I said somewhat drunkenly while looking at her and making eye contact.

Fiona was squatted down with her thick thighs slightly parted, giving way for her stream to flow freely. Fiona's outer labia are slightly fuller than mine, and her inner labia, a shade of light pink, are peeking out a bit. Her pubic hair is trimmed neatly into a small, well-maintained triangle, providing a bit of coverage around her intimate area without obstructing the flow of her urine stream.

As Fiona's urine flows freely onto the ground beside this strangers house, I can see it emerging from her urethra, nestled between her labia. It's fascinating how different yet similar we are in our most intimate areas. The stream appeared clear and forceful, creating a small, glistening arc as it left her body and splashed against the ground. The sight of Fiona's stream was similar to my own. As we both finished up, the sounds of our streams subsided, leaving only the faint trickling noise of the remaining drops. I grabbed some tissues from my bag to wipe and handed some to Fiona, who did the same. We both tossed the used tissues into our puddles and I quickly pulled up my jeans and underwear. Fiona let her thong go back over her vagina and adjusted her dress while we left the secluded area, making sure to check that no one was around before continuing on our way home, grateful for the brief moment of intimate privacy we had found.

We continued our walk home, with my friends sharing their own stories of times they'd been caught short, turning an uncomfortable situation into a bonding experience. It was moments like these that made me truly grateful for the friends I had.

 

As we finally made our way back to my flat after a long and exciting day at Notting Hill carnival, I could feel my bladder filling up once more. With each step closer to my front door, the urgency grew stronger. I knew I was going to need to use the toilet as soon as I stepped inside.

"Guys, I'm going to have to race up to my flat to use the loo. I'm really desperate now," I said to my friends, as they nodded sympathetically, understanding my predicament.

I fumbled with my keys, the pressure in my bladder making it harder to concentrate. Thankfully, I managed to unlock the door just in time. "Go on, Ciara! You can make it!" Sarah shouted encouragingly from behind me to giggles from the rest of my friends.

As I entered my flat, I suddenly had an idea to add a bit of fun to my predicament. Instead of heading straight for the toilet, I decided to use another part of the bathroom.

 

I rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I quickly unzipped my jeans and pulled them down along with my underwear. I glanced around the room and settled on the bathtub as the spot for my impromptu adventure. I stepped in, positioning myself on the edge of the tub facing into it

With a deep breath, I relaxed my muscles and allowed the powerful stream of urine to flow. It splashed against the tub's surface, creating a unique sound as it trickled down the sides. The relief was immediate and immense, as if a weight had been lifted from my body. I couldn't help but giggle at the unconventional situation.

As I finished up and wiped myself clean, I thought about how my medical condition had led me to become more adventurous and open-minded in situations earlier today. It had been challenging at times, but actually I’ve fully embraced the fun side of the whole thing, and got a bit of a thrill from it in the process.

I turned on the shower to rinse the tub, then washed my hands and walked back into the living room to join my friends. We spent the rest of the evening sharing stories and laughter before we all parted ways for the evening.

[glad1 2,597]

I think we all should have days where we resolve that no urine goes in the toilet bowl.

Better yet, we should try to make this our everyday goal!

[miniskirtpisser 335]

I love your Part 1 and I must say that this part 2 is even much better. All of the pees throughout the day is very nonchalant and realistic. Thank you for writing & sharing this. 

[embruh 116]

great story! especially love that reference to the basement level house during the carnival, now she might be featured on the news lmao

[whiskey35 295]

An excellent series of pees from Ciara and a few others as well. 🙂 Looking forward to hearing about more of her adventures.

Edited April 15, 2023 by whiskey35

[Alfresco 11,002]

Great story @sd91.  I love this girls attitude and the way she deals with her condition as well as having understanding friends.   To be honest, she probably didn't need to worry about peeing outside at Notting Hill carnival as there would be plenty others doing it as well.

I wonder if you were inspired by any of these which are from Notting Hill?  I instantly thought of the video that shows multiple people peeing in a basement courtyard when I read that Ciara did exactly that.  I am sure many of these courtyards get a good dose of pee that weekend every year.   I would love to own one and set up some cameras.   Or maybe I would even put a sign at the top saying it was a designated toilet area and request charity donations for access.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/video/news/video-2763929/Video-Notting-Hill-Carnivalgoers-flock-alleyway-relieve-themselves.html

[Alfresco 11,002]

On 4/11/2023 at 2:29 PM, glad1 said:

I think we all should have days where we resolve that no urine goes in the toilet bowl.

Better yet, we should try to make this our everyday goal!

Yep, totally agree and I definitely have days where I decide to avoid using a toilet all day.   It might not be practical every day to completely avoid using a toilet, but I do always ensure that at least some of my peeing every day is done away from a toilet and generally at least one outdoor pee per day, preferably more.