Late Night Relief

[arigalo 553]

Story contains: female desperation, sighting of outdoor male peeing, female outdoor peeing.

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At moments like this, I curse myself for my choice of dorm. I spent the weeks leading up to our preference selections scouring University forums to find out how to get the best experience possible living in the dorms. And this building seemed like the best bet in a number of ways. It was the newest building with the largest rooms, the dining center was the best on campus, and the views were gorgeous. Sure, it was about a 10-15 minute walk off campus, but I liked how that made it feel more like an apartment than a dorm. I wasn’t just living right on campus like all the other freshmen, I was living in the community. I could take the longer walk for all of those benefits!

Unfortunately, when I was picking things out, I didn’t take into consideration that sometime I might want to go to a party that’s 15 minutes off the other end of campus. And I especially didn’t take into consideration that at the aforementioned party, I had my first few beers, and was now learning exactly why so many people joke about booze making you need to pee a lot. 

I hadn’t peed before leaving—the line for the house’s only bathroom was way too long, plus I wasn’t super excited to find out what a party house bathroom looks like at the end of a wild night, especially since I didn’t need to go too bad at the time anyway. But now I can feel the pressure building with every step. I need to pee way more desperately than I would if I had drank the same amount in just water, which makes the whole situation even more aggravating. Why the hell is my body suddenly less capable of holding things in? I’m not even that drunk, just buzzed, so it’s not like I’d expect to be feeling this out of line with the way my body would normally work. 

Ok. Focus. I’ve already walked about five minutes, so there are only about twenty minutes left. Maybe even 15 if I really get a pep in my step. And I’m not in that dire of a need yet. I’m officially a woman now—I can walk that long without having an accident, right? What I really need to do is stop thinking so hard about how much I need a piss. If I can stop paying so much attention to that nagging bladder feeling, it’ll be easier to make it back to the dorm. 

The cool breeze feels amazing tonight. Focus on that. Tilt your head back, close your eyes. Think about how crisp the air is, how invigorating the breeze feels. Focus on that amazing sound of wind, leaves rustling, and…. water spilling? 

I snapped my head back up at the sound that brought me out of my meditation. About five feet ahead of me, there was a man stopped on the sidewalk. He was facing some hedges which gave him some cover, but couldn’t hide the telltale river snaking off back onto the pavement. That plus the loud splattering gave him away. This dude was full-on pissing in front of me. And the sidewalk is too thin for me to easily walk past him. Fucking great. Not only is the walk home paused, but I have to listen to the most torturous thing I could possibly be listening to, knowing that this guy was getting the relief I’m needing more desperately by the minute. This is just straight up bullshit. I’m definitely telling this guy off once I get up there.

When I take my next step, a wave of desperation hits me. I start to squeeze my legs shut a bit to calm things down, but that doesn’t stop a small leak from escaping my pussy. “Fuck,” I sigh as I keep walking. Unfortunately for me, this small noise from me made the guy look up from his own relief and see me standing there. 

Part 2 coming soon. 🙂

[NaughtyPeeLover90 107]

Waiting on part 2, can't wait to see what happens

[Alfresco 11,629]

Very nicely written.   Definitely interested to see what happens.