High School Teacher Doesn't Want To Hold It

[rochauthrowaway 407]

After months of writer's block, half finished stories, and general frustration, I've finally got a new short story to share. It's pretty similar to stuff I've already posted here but I hope you enjoy regardless.

This story contains female outdoor urination and is told from a man's point of view.

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This story takes place at the beginning of January this past year when I was teaching senior year math at a Seattle high school. After a long period of characteristically rainy and mild Pacific Northwest winter weather, King County had finally been hit by substantial snowfall and the city’s roads had been turned to an ugly mix of snow and ice and road salt.

Despite the miserable weather, my mood wasn’t terrible. Rebecca, the high school’s new English teacher, had given up trying to bike in the snow and instead asked to carpool with me for a bit until the weather improved. I was more than happy to help her out; while I still wouldn’t go as far as to describe Rebecca and me as anything more than friends, she and I sometimes talked to each other at lunch or exchanged late night texts in a way that I knew was pushing the boundaries of our relationship. So far everything between the two of us had remained professional but I knew I was becoming more and more attracted to her; she was twenty-seven and just a couple of years younger than me, athletic, and a head-turning kind of pretty.

Anyways, it’s the evening of one of those dismal winter days and Rebecca and I are sitting in our school’s teachers’ lounge trying to finish marking the last of the winter semester’s final exams. Most of the school’s lights have been turned off and I’m sure that she and I have been the only people occupying the building for some time.

Eventually Rebecca puts down her red marking pen and looks over my way. “It’s nearly nine,” she says. “Maybe we should call it there?”

I remove my headphones, check the time on my phone, and nod in agreement; I hadn’t really realized just how late it had become.

Together, Rebecca and I file away the exams, pack up our stuff, and arm the high school’s alarm system. As we prepare to leave the school, I can’t help but take a moment to privately admire the prepossessing brunette; even the rather demure winter cardigan and work pants she's wearing can’t quite hide the generous contours of her breasts and ass.

Outside the high school, it's snowing heavily and the staff parking lot has been turned into a desolate white ocean. My Corolla is the only vehicle in sight anywhere and Rebecca and I need to trudge some distance out through the accumulated snow just to reach it.

When we arrive at the snow-covered Corolla, I figure Rebecca is just going to sit in the vehicle’s passenger seat while I clear off its windshields, so I’m a bit surprised when she instead rushes off the back of the parking stall.

When I ask about what she’s up to, Rebecca blushes and offers me an embarrassed smile. “Sorry,” she responds. “I really should have taken a piss before we left.”

Not affording me the opportunity to object or even just look away, Rebecca proceeds to unbutton her work pants and then lower them so that they are down around her knees. Beneath the work pants, the high school teacher is wearing a pair of g-string panties made from a near-sheer black fabric. The g-string doesn’t cover much at all; the panties give Rebecca obvious cameltoe and the thin strip of elastic stretched between the twenty-seven-year old’s ass cheeks only barely manages to cover her anus. My mouth immediately turns dry at the sight of Rebecca’s tantalizingly immodest choice of underwear.

“So I’m not going to be mad if you see me doing this,” Rebecca comments as she hooks her fingers around the waistband of her g-string. “But maybe turn the car heater on first?”

Struggling to find words, I nod, unlock the vehicle, and start the engine to get the defroster running. Just a few feet away from me, Rebecca slides her panties down so that they are together with her pants, spreads her legs, and positions herself into a high squat. I barely need to move my head to get a perfect view of Rebecca’s exposed cunt while she squats. She is completely shaven except for a carefully trimmed landing strip of dark brown pubic hair and her labia are flushed and just slightly opened.

After doing my very best to burn the sight of Rebecca’s gorgeous cunt into my permanent memory, I grab the Corolla’s snow brush from under the driver’s seat so that I can start getting the snow off the vehicle’s front and rear windshields.

Rebecca begins to piss at the exact moment I exit the vehicle. Urine rushes out from her cunt in a messy stream and the otherwise quiet winter night is suddenly filled with the indelicate sounds of the high school teacher’s piss spraying past her labia and splattering down into the snow between her feet. It is immediately obvious to me that Rebecca must have really needed to go.

With Rebecca squatting and pissing just a few feet away, I start to work on brushing the snow off the Corolla’s front windshield. As I work, I watch Rebecca steadily transform a sizeable patch of snow into a steaming lake of urine-soaked slush.

I get the snow brushed off the Corolla’s front windshield in little time and move on to the back of the vehicle to work on its rear windshield. Rebecca is still pissing there when I arrive and my new location and her high squat posture cooperate to offer me an enviable view of her rear end. Rebecca quite literally has her ass hovering just inches away from my face and I get to take in every detail of her ass cheeks, pink balloon-knot anus, and piss stream as I brush snow off the rear windshield. Rebecca even lets out a small fart just while I’m standing there.

Eventually I finish clearing the snow off the Corolla and Rebecca finishes emptying her bladder. I toss the snow brush back into vehicle and Rebecca lets out a relieved little sigh and tugs her g-string panties and work pants back up her legs.

“I hope you’re okay with me doing that,” Rebecca intimates. “I really don’t like having to hold it.”

I laugh; I’ve finally found the words I’ve been looking for for quite some time. “Rebecca,” I say. “Do you want to go on a date?”

Edited May 5, 2023 by rochauthrowaway

[colette888 6,967]

A masterpiece! Congrats!

... whether this story is a total fruit of your imagination I doubt, but, anyway, I guess that "fictionally" Rebecca accepted your invitation to dating, it seems to me she really tried hard to lead you into that...

[Lutab 1,052]

Great story

[whiskey35 306]

Another excellent story @rochauthrowaway. Have you anymore stories from Rebecca, she sounds like a girl who does this regularly.

[rochauthrowaway 407]

On 5/3/2023 at 3:06 AM, colette888 said:

A masterpiece! Congrats!

... whether this story is a total fruit of your imagination I doubt, but, anyway, I guess that "fictionally" Rebecca accepted your invitation to dating, it seems to me she really tried hard to lead you into that...

Definitely accepted. She knew what she was doing.

 

On 5/5/2023 at 4:16 AM, whiskey35 said:

Another excellent story @rochauthrowaway. Have you anymore stories from Rebecca, she sounds like a girl who does this regularly.

Appreciate the positive feedback. No more Rebecca stories for now although I can tell you that she was recently at an outdoor school district track and field event and she definitely wasn't waiting to use the toilets there when she needed to pee.

Edited May 10, 2023 by rochauthrowaway

[miniskirtpisser 411]

It’s a really hot story. I love how nonchalant Rebecca peeing was. The details were also very clearly described. Thank you very much for sharing this.