The Camping Trip: Part Two

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Since it was already getting dark, we decided to just sit around the cabin and catch up on old times. All four of us worked full-time jobs. Cara had a three-year-old daughter, and Sandy had a five-year-old son. So, it was rare that we had the chance to really talk. Savanna tossed beers to us from the cooler we had packed and smiled at me.

“So,” Savanna started, “what can we share? Oh, I know! Larissa, let’s talk about what just happened.”

I blushed immediately, remembering the scene with the chamber pot vividly.

“Yeah, let’s,” Cara agreed.

“Umm… okay…”

“You were really enjoying yourself,” Savanna said, smiling.

“Yeah… I mean, I guess.”

“You were,” Cara said. “I could hear you all the way down here.” They all laughed at that and I could feel my face get hot.

I had known these girls for years. They had been with me through my divorce. They know more about me than my mother. It was time to confess. I took a swig of my beer. “Okay, so I enjoyed it. So what?”

“Well…,” Savanna said, “I guess what I want to know is why? Like…was it the peeing or…what?”

“Yes and no. It’s not like I get off every time I pee. It was just…different. You were watching me, and I was peeing somewhere I never had before. Plush, it was splashing up all over my clit because I was peeing so much. So I just…gave in and decided to enjoy myself.”

“Was that…the first time you’ve gotten off while peeing?” Sandy asked.

I blushed again. “No.”

“I knew it!” Sandy said.

“Well, let’s talk about you,” I said, grinning at Sandy. She took a long drink of her beer. “You seemed like quite the pro at pulling your shorts out of the way to pee through them. Is that the first time you’ve done that?” Now Sandy’s face turned red. “I saw your face when you were peeing, too. That was more than relief.”

“So it felt good,” Sandy said, grinning herself now.

“Wow,” Savanna said. “I have learned something new about two of my closest friends. Guess it goes to show no matter how long you know a person, you may never know everything.”

I coughed. “It was your idea to use the chamber pot.” Now Savanna took a big swig of her beer. “You could have gone outside with everyone else, but you didn’t. You wanted to know what it was like, too.”

“Am I the only one with normal pee practices here?” Cara asked.

“Normal?” I said. “You hopped right out of the car and just yanked your pants down like it was nothing.”

“Sure. In front of my friends, who cares?”

“You were so desperate to pee you weren’t even thinking about that,” I said.

“Okay, so we’re all a little freaky,” Savanna said. “So now that that’s out in the open… I’ll go first.”

Go? What did she mean by that?

“My first year of college I was lucky enough to live in a dorm room by myself. This aggravated some of the other girls, but it was because my assigned roommate dropped out, so they never placed another one and I never told them. One night I woke up needing to pee, so I climbed out of the top bunk to go out to the bathroom. When I tried the door, though, it wouldn’t open. I didn’t know it at the time, but as a prank one of the sororities had blocked a bunch of the doors on our floor. Safe, I know… Anyway, I started getting desperate and wondering what the hell I was going to do. Because I was half asleep, I crawled back into bed, hoping laying down would ease the pressure. I think I dozed back off and then woke up again as a wave of pressure hit me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it long, so I just surrendered, lay back in my bed, and let go.” Savanna took another deep swig of her beer.

“Wow,” Sandy said. “Did it feel good?”

“Not at first. I was aggravated at first, but then as I got wetter and the warmth flowed out of my crotch and kind of pooled between my legs…it did feel good. So much that I… started touching myself.” We were all quiet after she said this, but our faces suggested that we understood. I laughed at the connection we all had now that we didn’t know about before. “I orgasmed harder that night than I ever had before. And since then, when I get the chance, I try to do something naughty when I pee.”

“I have one,” Cara said. We looked at her as her face turned almost as red as her hair. “I was driving home from work and got stuck in traffic. It was so bad I could see the line of cars disappearing way ahead of me. When we didn’t move for a while, I started to worry because I had to pee, you know?” We nodded. “Feeling kind of desperate, I started looking around the car for a cup or a bowl or something just in case, but I had cleaned my car out recently. I would have hopped out and squatted by the roadside, but what if traffic started moving? And it was the late afternoon, so everyone would’ve seen me. I finally spotted a beach towel in the floor of my back seat. Willing to try anything, I grabbed it and slid it under my butt. I hiked my skirt up and did my best to slide my panties down to my ankles. Traffic was still not moving, so I parted my legs a bit and relaxed.”

“Hold on, Cara,” Sandy said, standing up. “All this talk and all this beer is making me have to pee now.”

“Just go here,” Savanna said. We all stared at her, eyes wide with surprise. “Really, guys, it’s a rustic old cabin, the floors are made of wood. What’s a little pee going to do?”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Sandy said. Still standing, she surprised us all by pulling her shorts and panties down until they dropped to her ankles. Immediately, a strong stream splashed from between her legs and dripped with a loud patter on the wood floor. It was so messy that a few drops showed up on her shorts, but she didn’t seem to care. “Finish your story,” she said, still peeing.

“Okay. So I just relaxed, and at first nothing happened. But then I felt a slight warmness under me when my pee started trickling out and running down my slit, you know?” To my surprise, all three of us nodded again. We DID know. By now, Sandy had stopped peeing and she pulled her panties and shorts back up. “And then I totally let go. I could hear it hissing out and it was so warm I know I was panting. I lifted the front of my skirt and looked down at the stream as it sprayed out of me and all over the towel. There was so much, I could feel it soaking all under my butt. And like you, Savanna, I felt like I HAD to touch myself. Before long, I was cumming right there in my car, with hundreds of other cars on the highway.”

“Mmm,” Savanna said. “That does it. We’re here for five days, and darn it, girls, we’re going to enjoy it.”

She didn’t have to explain.

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I can guarantee that Savanna isn't the only one that's going to enjoy this, WetWulf. What a great new chapter to this story. Both Savanna's and Cara's recollections were very hot, as was Sandy pissing on the floor during the story telling. This trip to the cabin is going to be fantastic.