A desperate walk home from the bar.

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A nervous girl and her boyfriend both need to relieve themselves outside after a night of drinking. (Just got started with AI-assisted story writing. This shit is crazy!)

 

 

I stumbled through the streets, my steps unsteady and my mind foggy from the drinks we had consumed at the bar. My boyfriend's arm was wrapped around me, providing some stability as we made our way home. But as we walked, a growing urgency stirred within me, a desperate need to relieve my bladder.

"Babe, I really can't hold it anymore," I whimpered, my voice trembling with desperation. "I don't know what to do."

He looked at me with concern, his own discomfort evident in his expression. "I understand, sweetheart," he replied, his voice comforting. "But we need to find a place. It's okay, we'll figure it out. Just hold on a little longer."

I nodded, trying to take solace in his words as we continued our search. Each step became more difficult, the pressure building inside me with each passing moment. It felt like an eternity, but finally, we spotted a hidden parking lot nestled between two buildings.

We hurried over, the urgency in our steps matching the urgency in our bladders. The fear and nervousness were palpable as we found a spot between two cars, surrounded by darkness. It was here that we could safely relieve ourselves.

My heart raced as I struggled to undo the button of my tight jeans, my hands trembling with nervous energy. The thought of exposing my buttocks and vulva to the outside world terrified me, but the desperate need to relieve myself outweighed my fear.

With a deep breath, I pulled down my jeans, feeling the cool night air brush against my exposed skin. The sensation was strange and foreign, heightening my fear and vulnerability. I glanced around, imagining what it would be like for someone to stumble upon this intimate act, wondering how they would react.

My boyfriend, much more confident, pulled his penis through his fly effortlessly, and I couldn't help but express a hint of jealousy. "It's not fair, you know," I joked, a mix of envy and arousal lacing my voice. "You men have it so easy, being able to pee anywhere with minimal exposure."

He chuckled, understanding my playful frustration. "I guess you're right, but don't worry, babe," he reassured me. "You're doing great. Just focus on yourself."

With a sense of determination, I squatted down, scooting my feet apart with my hands clutching the waistband of my jeans which were now around my trembling thighs. And then, overwhelmed with a mix of embarrassment and relief, the sound of our streams hitting the ground filled the air. It was a symphony of release, a chorus of desperate needs being met.

My stream made a soft hissing sound as it splashed against the hard ground, splattering against my buttocks. The sensation sent waves of arousal through my body, mingling with the intense relief of emptying my bladder. I couldn't help but moan softly, a blend of pleasure and embarrassment escaping my lips.

Just as we were finishing, my boyfriend pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Let me clean you up," he offered, his voice laced with desire.

I giggled, feeling a surge of arousal as he carefully wiped away the evidence, his touch lingering longer than necessary. The intimacy of the moment heightened the sensations coursing through my body, leaving me yearning for more.

But our privacy was short-lived, as a group of three girls stumbled into the parking lot, their drunken giggles filling the air. They greeted us with laughter, completely unfazed by our presence in their jovial state. They joked about how desperate we must have been, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at their carefree attitude.

But instead of protesting, I mentioned that this was my first time peeing in public. They laughed, assuring me that it becomes easier with practice. As if to prove their point, they squatted down beside us, one of them raising her skirt and lowering her panties, and the other two wiggling their butts out of their jeans just like I did.

The sight of them, their streams and puddles merging with ours, made me realize that this was something they had done before. I marveled at the sight, disbelief washing over me as I watched the piss shoot from between their legs, adding to the already flooded ground.

Their streams were hissing and splashing, and the faint odor of urine started to fill the air. It was a surreal moment, seeing the ocean of piss we made with our desperate streams, forming a massive puddle that dampened our shoes.

We briefly talked and laughed together, as they told us stories and tips about finding the best spots. It felt like we were part of a secret club, bound by this shared experience. Despite the pang of jealousy I felt seeing my boyfriend watching them pee, I allowed him to indulge, grateful for his previous comforting and reassurance.

As we continued our walk home, hand in hand, a sense of liberation washed over me. I felt silly for being so nervous in the beginning, when it had turned out to be so easy. The newfound knowledge that I could simply find a secluded spot and relieve myself without worry or shame emboldened me.

"Who knew peeing in public could be so freeing?" I mused, a playful smile tugging at my lips.

My boyfriend chuckled and squeezed my hand. "Well, now you know," he replied, his voice filled with amusement. "No more bathroom worries for you, huh?"

I nodded, feeling a sense of empowerment settle within me. It was a night I would never forget, a night that had pushed me to face my fears and discover a hidden refuge within myself. And as we walked into the night, our bladders empty and our laughter filling the air, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the adventure we had embarked on together.