Coworker Pisses in London Alley While on Business Trip

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Contains outdoor female urination. You can read my other stories here.

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It is just after seven in the evening when Erica and I step out from the bank offices we have been stuck at for most of the day. Outside, the streets of London’s Square Mile are rainy and clad in mid-October gloom.

I pull out my umbrella and together Erica and I start making our way down to the nearest cab stand so that we can be transported back to our hotel in nearby Holborn. Erica and I have just one more night to spend in London before we return to the offices of our credit rating agency firm in New York. It has been my first time in London and to my disappointment I have so far found the experience to be more a grind of long hours and jetlag than an opportunity to explore one of the world’s great cities. The only thing somewhat buoying my mood is Erica. She is twenty-eight and just a couple of years younger than me, extremely, and an excellent partner in commiseration. We had been workplace friends for a while but I sometimes wonder if it might be possible to push that boundary a bit further.

Anyways, Erica and I are just coming up on the cab stand when Erica stops and tugs at my arm.

“Can we stop for a moment?” Erica asks me. “I really need to go piss.” She crosses her legs together as she speaks as if to bring attention to her need.

“Of course,” I stutter. I am a bit taken aback by Erica’s forwardness but I think manage to hide it. “But it’s only ten minutes to get to the hotel?”

“I know,” Erica replies. “But I need to go piss right now. I don’t want to wait.”

“Okay,” I say. “Let’s find a coffee shop or a -”

“I’m don’t want to wait,” Erica restates annoyedly.

Without waiting for me to offer further suggestions, Erica then grabs me by the arm and takes me down a narrow side alley that winds away from the cab stand. The alley is a grimy collection of brickwork and ancient iron coal doors leading into the cellars of the adjacent buildings. A couple of illuminated windows a few stories up provide only a meagre bit of light.

Erica picks out a secluded location facing a pair of double fire exit doors and begins unfastening her belt. I stand awkwardly a few feet away and try to pretend like I am not turned-on out of my mind by the possibility of seeing my coworker urinating in the street.

Erica rolls her eyes when she sees me. “Get over here with the umbrella,” she laughs. “I don’t want to get soaked while I’m doing this.”

With my heart pounding, I move over to Erica so that she is under the cover of the umbrella. Once I am there, Erica pulls her coat aside and tugs the business trousers she is wearing down to her knees. Beneath the trousers, Erica is wearing a pair of g-string panties made from a sheer black fabric. My mouth turns to sand when I notice both that Erica’s cunt is visible through the g-string’s sheer fabric and that her balloon knot asshole isn’t even totally covered up by the underwear’s rear elastic. Just thinking of Erica going through her workday with those panties stuck up her ass makes me go slightly crazy.

A moment later, Erica tugs the g-string down so that it is together with her trousers and fully reveals her twenty-eight-year-old cunt to me. She is completely shaved except for a landing strip of dark brown stubble and the folds of her labia are spread just slightly apart. Erica obviously does not care one bit about what I am allowed to see.

With her trousers and g-string down, Erica spreads her legs apart and begins to squat. A cascade of piss sprays out from her cunt just as she gets down into a low squat. Her piss comes out in a violent series of bursts that spray all over the alley and just about entirely drown out the sounds of the falling rain.

“Oh, I needed that,” Erica gasps. “I haven’t gone since before lunch.” She postscripts her comment by releasing a particuarly forceful jet of piss.

Erica's piss keeps coming and coming and coming. While most of it sprays onto the ground and adds to rainwater, quite a bit also splatters directly onto the fire escape double doors in front of her. A few of Erica’s piss bursts even splash right onto the crack between the two fire doors and I figure that it might be possible that a bit is leaking through and into the building behind. Erica either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.

Erica goes for at least a full minute before she finally begins to let up. Her piss then starts coming out in a series of faltering spurts that send urine running across her ass and down her thighs. After Erica releases a few spurts of piss, a rope of off-white discharge begins to leak out from her agape cunt. The discharge hangs suspended there while Erica continues to urinate.

Erica continues to release piss in little spurts for the better part of another full minute. When she eventually finishes, she retrieves a couple of tissues from her purse and uses them to both clean off the droplets of piss that are splattered onto her ass and thighs and wipe away the discharge that is still clinging to her cunt. Once finished cleaning herself, she unconcernedly discards the soiled tissues down into the mix of piss and rainwater at her feet.

“Ugh, thanks for letting me do that,” Erica grins. “I really had to go. And thanks for the umbrella cover too. I would have gotten soaked if not for you.”

I laugh. I suppose it has not been a bad time in London after all.

Edited October 4 by rochauthrowaway

[NaughtyPeeLover90 109]

Another great story as always, I always enjoy reading yours 

[miniskirtpisser 411]

I love it. As always, your ladies are amazing. It’s fun to see how open and nonchalant they are about peeing. 

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17 hours ago, miniskirtpisser said:

see

I genuinely appreciate that choice of verb lol. If the reader can "see" my stories I feel like I must be doing a good job.