Desperate measures

[Nony 11]

My first story here, just felt like writing something on the topic. Includes desperation, public peeing (F). Any feedback is appreciated.

 

Recently at my workplace in an office, I got introduced to a newcomer. A young dark haired girl named Rachel, very pretty with her glasses, and just finished her schools. At first we didn't talk much besides greeting each other, as I was very busy on most days and she seemed to keep to herself. But just a couple weeks after on an early summer day, our boss invited everyone at work for dinner at a restaurant.

The restaurant was on the other side of the city so I took the bus. By some miracle, at one of the stops quite close to my home, Rachel entered the bus too. She was dressed in a dark outfit including a black skirt. She had also dyed her hair with stripes. I took the opportunity to chat her up and we sat next to each other. We talked a bunch, although we didn't seem to have that much in common besides living close to each other.

At the restaurant, we met up with everyone from work. The evening went fine, nothing spectacular. The food was good. The people were fine. My nose was bleeding a bit due to my allergy, so I grabbed a bunch of napkins and stuffed them into my pocket for later. Rachel was mostly occuptied with talking to others.
The night was continuing as others kept drinking, but neither me nor Rachel were a big drinkers, so we decided to head home early together. Our plan was to take the bus again. I had checked the bus timetable on my phone earlier and it should arrive any minute now... Any minute...

At this point, the bus was almost 15 minutes late, so I checked the timetable again. Turns out the bus had been cancelled and the next one would come in 2 hours. Just our luck. I talked with Rachel and we decided that walking home would be faster than waiting. The journey isn't that long, we thought, as dark clouds filled the sky.

Some time along the way, it started raining. At first it was just a little, but it was quickly getting worse. Rachel complained "This rain is going to mess up my hair!" - so we tried to go faster. Along the journey, we went through an underpass. Rachel suggested that we should wait in shelter under it until the rain is over, and I agreed. It was a good decision, as the rain would only keep getting worse.
It was a small grey underpass under a railway, just enough room for the two of us to stand there comfortably and walk around a bit. Rainwater was flooding the pavement below us, flowing like a river from one end of the underpass to the other, so sitting down wasn't option. We conversed a bit more, going over the events of the evening, as the rain was pouring loudly.

About an hour later, as the rain was still pouring like crazy, I noticed that Rachel looked a bit uncomfortable.
"Are you okay?" - I asked - "I'm fine, I just need to pee a little."
I nodded understandingly. By her fidgeting it was easy to tell that "a little" wasn't accurate though, and I wondered how long she had been holding it for. I asked if she would like to keep walking despite of the rain. "No, I can't ruin my hair!"

I bit later, I'd lost track of time at this point, and she'd been holding her crotch for a good while. Suddenly she shouted "Fuck, I can't hold it anymore!" and took a few steps towards the other end of the underpass.

I turned my head towards her as she lifted up her skirt and squatted down, facing sideways from me. She didn't even look at me as a stream of pee started spraying from between her legs, splashing the pavement, mixing in with the rainwater and flowing along with it across the underpass right under my feet. I watched her pee with full force for almost a minute. Then she looked at me and asked "Would you happen to have anything to wipe with?"
I checked my pockets and found the napkins I took from the restaurant. I handed them to her, she wiped quickly and then threw the napkins to ground. "Thanks!"

She pulled her skirt back down and smiled. Must've been a real relief, and she didn't seem to mind at all that I had been watching the whole time. We stood in silence for maybe 10 more minutes, until the rain stopped and we continued towards our homes. Luckily the rain was gone for good.

We have talked a few times since that night, but neither of us has mentioned the peeing. I was strangely intrigued by it though, and can't get it off my mind. Has she done it before? Does she even remember it? And will I ever get a chance to see it again? ...if I do, I will make sure to write about it here.

[Alfresco 11,631]

Welcome to peefans @Nony.  That was a great first post.  Hope to see more from you.