Urinal Mountain

[Apple78 84]

This story contains female outdoor peeing and a woman peeing in an outdoor urinal. I hope you enjoy!

It was a warm and pleasant sunny day in the English Lake District as Lucy and Georgia pulled into a remote car park, ready for their hike up Hinton Pike, a mountain that is around 900 metres high. They had been driving about three hours to get here and by this time Lucy was getting quite desperate to pee. Once they had exited the car, packed their bags and applied suncream, the two women started walking through the car park.

 

“Are there any toilets by this car park? I’m bursting for a wee”, Lucy announced as she looked around.

“There weren’t any when I last came here, oh hang on, there seems to be something over there although I’m not sure if that is a toilet building”, Georgia replied as she noticed a new structure next to the start of the trail. 

The structure appeared to be a simple wall with bowls attached to it and as they approached, they realised it was a row of outdoor stainless steel urinals.

“It looks like they’ve only built urinals here for men but no normal toilets, that’s a bit odd, and inconvenient!”, Georgia said in a surprised tone.

“If they’ve built urinals, surely they built some toilets as well although I can’t see any round here”, Lucy assumed hopefully.

At that moment a woman emerged from behind a large boulder that was located behind the urinals, adjusting her leggings as she walked towards Lucy and Georgia. She appeared to be in her forties, had brown hair and was slightly chubby.

“No, I’m afraid they only built urinals here! I’ve just had to have a wee behind that boulder”, the woman announced.

“Oh, looks like I’m going to have to have a wee down there too”, Lucy laughed, “honestly, does the owner of this car park hate women or something?”

“They must do!”, The woman chuckled as she headed in the direction of the trail up the mountain.

 

Lucy made her way behind the boulder as Georgia stood guard. The ground behind this boulder was littered with tissues and stank of piss, implying that this had become an unofficial ladies’ toilet. Lucy pulled down her shorts and underwear and got into a low squat. She breathed a very quiet sigh as her pee stream shot out between her legs and started dampening the soil below her. Looking to her left, she could see the fresh damp patch where the woman that they had just met must have peed before her. After about thirty seconds, Lucy’s stream started to die down and she let out a small fart as this was happening. Once her stream had come to an end she shook off the last drips whilst still squatting and then proceeded to pull her shorts back up. She looked down to see that she was leaving behind a puddle the size of a dinner plate.

 

“Feeling better?”, Georgia smiled as Lucy emerged from behind the rock.

“Yes, that was getting quite urgent”, Lucy chuckled.

“I think I’ll have a wee here too before we get going, I don’t know how many other good places there are to squat up this mountain”, Georgia replied as she made her way behind the boulder.

Lucy’s pee still had not fully soaked into the ground as she rounded the corner so Georgia could see how much her friend had just peed.

“Oh wow, that’s a lot of piss Lucy, you certainly needed that!”, Georgia laughed.

“I told you I was bursting!” Lucy called back as she stood guard for her friend.

Georgia pulled down her shorts and underwear, got into a low squat next to Lucy’s puddle and started to pee a fairly messy stream onto the ground. She could hear the quiet hiss of her stream in the tranquil summer air and looked down at her hairy vagina in order to ensure that no drops of piss were hitting her walking boots. Her stream lasted for ten seconds, after which she remained squatting in order to drip dry for a few extra seconds and then stood back up, pulling her shorts back into place as she did so. 

 

“Georgia, you’re not going to believe this”, Lucy said as Georgia re-emerged, “Look at this sign next to the urinals”.

Georgia looked to where Lucy was pointing and started reading this sign.

It read, ‘In order to protect the environment and for your convenience, the Warren Eagleton Trust who maintain the area around Hinton Pike have provided these urinals along the mountain trail. Please ensure that you use these as we have an issue with urine from hikers polluting local water sources’.

“Oh right, they’ve clearly only solved half the problem, it looks like the women will have no choice but to pollute the local water sources!”, Georgia said in a confused voice.

“Also, I thought weeing outside was fine if you’re 100 metres away from a water source”, Lucy added.

“Yeah, well with the amount that you pissed just then, you have probably contaminated every water source in the entire Lake District!”, Georgia teased as they both started making their way to the start of the trail.

 

The path that led up to Hinton Pike was fairly steep and given the fact that it was a warm day, Lucy and Georgia drank enough in order to ensure that they stayed hydrated. As their bladders filled again, they both felt like they were being taunted by the urinals that had been installed at various points along the trail, especially when they walked past men who were noisily using them. After a couple of hours, they reached the summit where four urinals had been installed and seeing as it was quite a busy day they were all being used fairly frequently. After Lucy and Georgia had had their photo taken at the summit, they found somewhere away from the urinals to sit down and eat lunch. 

 

As they were finishing eating Georgia said, “I really need a wee and I was just thinking, I’m probably tall enough to hover over one of the urinals”.

“Really?”, Lucy asked, “I don’t think it would be very easy, and the urinals over there seem to be a bit too visible”.

“There was actually a much more secluded urinal that I noticed just before the summit and I reckon, if you held up my raincoat in front of me for cover, I could use it”, Georgia explained.

“I mean I would do that for you but I don’t think I’d be able to have a wee in one of those urinals myself!”, Lucy chuckled.

“No you’re probably not quite tall enough! I think I’ll try it though, if anyone catches me I’ll just say I’m making a feminist statement”, Georgia laughed.

 

They both made their way to this more secluded urinal and Georgia was pleased to see that the stainless steel bowl was at the right height for her to hover over. Lucy took Georgia’s raincoat out of her rucksack and held it up in order to shield her from anyone passing by.

Georgia then got into position and pulled down her shorts and underwear, exposing her vagina and thighs as she tried to relax. 

“This feels so weird, hopefully I can actually piss like this”, Georgia laughed.

After a few seconds, a weak stream of drips started to fall into the urinal and as Georgia relaxed further, a torrent of piss started gushing out of her urethra. Her stream loudly reverberated against the stainless steel and audibly rushed down a pipe. Some of her pee hit the edge of the urinal and landed on the ground, but Georgia was happy that she was actually able to get most of it in.

 

Georgia’s stream was starting to die down as she heard a man’s voice shout, “oi! these facilities are for men only, what do you think you’re doing?”

Georgia finished up as fast as she possibly could, shaking off the last drips into the urinal before pulling her shorts back up.

The man who was fast approaching was in his forties and was wearing a polo shirt with the logo of the Warren Eagleton Trust on it. His face displayed a mix of annoyance and confusion as he approached Lucy and Georgia.

“OK, please could you point us in the direction of the facilities for women?”, Lucy asked.

“What do you mean?”, the man asked as if Lucy had just asked a completely unreasonable question.

“Are there any toilet facilities on this mountain for women?”, Lucy clarified.

“Facilities for women? Don’t you girls just tend to hold it in until you find a toilet somewhere?”, the man replied.

Lucy and Georgia looked at each other in bemusement.

“I don’t really know where to start with that one, are you really not aware that women sometimes need to piss in nature? It really isn’t healthy to hold or dehydrate yourself!”, Georgia answered him.

“Oh. Well these urinals were my idea and so far they have certainly worked when it comes to stopping men from pissing everywhere! They are only for men though so I am thinking of introducing fines for any women that attempt to use them as this is strictly a male only space”, the man explained.

Lucy and Georgia were stunned by the sheer ridiculousness of what this man was saying.

“I’m pretty sure only providing toilet facilities for men breaches some kind of gender equality law”, Lucy said.

“Yes, well I think that women invading male only spaces should also be illegal! You wouldn’t want me hanging around ladies’ toilets now would you?”, the man responded, thinking that he had made a great come back.

“Quite frankly, if I was in charge of building toilet facilities here, I would ban you from using them to see how you like it!”, Georgia laughed.

“Look, I’ve got no time for this bullshit, I need to do some maintenance on this urinal, so please leave me be”, the man explained in a frustrated tone as he opened up a hatch in the ground that led to some kind of holding tank.

Lucy and Georgia, started walking away when a sudden gust of wind hit them. They heard the man scream behind them followed by a splash as he fell into the holding tank. They turned around to see the man climb out from the hatch to the tank, absolutely drenched in urine.

“Oh my goodness, are you OK?”, Lucy asked.

“No, I’m fine, apart from the fact that I’m fucking soaked in piss, some of which is your piss!”, the man shouted angrily as he pointed at Georgia.

The two women could not help but burst out laughing as they quickly started making their way down the mountain.

 

“I’m getting quite desperate for a wee after all that, I think I’ll find somewhere to squat around here”, Lucy announced as they descended away from the piss soaked man.

“Yeah, I would just find a decent sized rock to go behind if I were you, the urinals are ‘male only spaces’ remember!”, Georgia chuckled.

Luckily for Lucy, this mountain had plenty of large rock formations to hide behind so she made her way behind the next one that she saw whilst Georgia waited for her.

She rounded a corner to see two girls in their early twenties in high squats pissing thick streams against the back of the rock.

“Oh, sorry”, one of them laughed, “we were both quite desperate, as you can probably see!”

“Don’t worry, I came back here to do the same”, Lucy chuckled.

“Ah, that’s fine, don’t worry, we should be done soon”, the other girl smiled as their streams both started to die down. 

Both girls wiped with tissues and dumped these on the ground before pulling up their leggings.

Lucy then squatted next to where they had just peed and removed her shorts and underwear.

She then started pissing a stream onto the ground that made a hissing noise as her bladder slowly emptied. She just loved the feeling of relieving herself in nature on a warm summer’s day, especially as she could feel a gentle breeze against her vagina as she pissed.

Her stream died down after twenty-five seconds, after which she dripped dry. She stood up and pulled her shorts up, briefly admiring her damp patch on the ground. She then rejoined Georgia on the path before continuing their hike down the mountain, both feeling relieved and happy that they had managed to conquer Hinton Pike.

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3 hours ago, Apple78 said:

 

She then started pissing a stream onto the ground that made a hissing noise as her bladder slowly emptied. She just loved the feeling of relieving herself in nature on a warm summer’s day, especially as she could feel a gentle breeze against her vagina as she pissed.

That sounds an awful lot like some of my most favorite hikes. There seems to be no better reason for women to get out out on the trail.

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Another great story @Apple78, looking forward to the girls next hike.