Jane's naughty pee stories

[whiskey35 306]

Hi Jane from Wet Carpet Magazine, this story is a bit longer so I thought it would be better posting it separately and was a totally unplanned and unexpected naughty pee that happened the other night when I was driving home from work.

Julie wasn’t with me, we still haven’t arranged our night out yet, but this time a colleague from work Andrea who lives close to me. Andrea had been working with us on her summer holidays from university and I’ve been giving her a lift. She’s an attractive, very intelligent girl and has fitted in very well, though at sometimes a little shy. However after this journey we certainly weren’t shy with each other.

It was straightforward until we reached a normal bottleneck on the route, where it was stop start bumper to bumper traffic for around 5 – 10 minutes as two lanes merged into one, followed by a slow moving section for around 10 – 15 minutes as the traffic sorted itself out. First section went as normal but when reached the second bit it was at a standstill, so I thought something was wrong. The travel bulletin on the drivetime show on the radio didn’t mention anything so it must have just happened. Nothing else for it but to grin and bear it and hope it soon got moving again.

It was at this point that I regretted not nipping to the loo before leaving the office, as the first twinge in my bladder let me know. I looked across at Andrea and she was shifting about a little in her seat so I suspected she might need a pee as well, but as I didn’t mention anything at this stage and we just chatted away. About 20 minutes later the next travel bulletin announced an accident ahead and that the emergency services had just arrived. Hopefully it wasn’t too serious and it would be soon cleared as I now seriously needed a pee and mentioned this casually to Andrea but she didn’t respond and I let it go as knowing how shy she sometimes was.

We had moved very little before the next travel bulletin let us know that traffic was at a standstill in the area. “Talk about stating the obvious” I uttered “why don’t you tell us something useful like how long it’s going to take.” I began to think if I had anything in the car that I could have an emergency pee into to take the pressure off but realised I’d cleaned it out last weekend so there was nothing. The constant stop start moving and pressing and releasing the clutch definitely wasn’t helping either. Andrea had now gone very quiet, but when I asked if she was alright, she replied “yes just a bit tired.” With her legs tightly crossed I knew she was in trouble too.

20 minutes later and there was some good news on the travel news that the accident had been cleared to the side of the road, but form where they said it was I knew it would take at least half an hour to pass it, so drastic action was needed. Fortunately there was a turnoff coming up that would take us to a back road home. I willed the traffic to move forward and 5 minutes later we were a car length away from it and with the next move I squeezed my car into the gap and we were off. It was great to be moving again, however with still a least 40 minutes to Andrea’s house I knew there was no way we would make it home with dry knickers, so a piss stop was definitely required.

Good job I knew the road and about a mile ahead there was a gateway to a derelict factory. “Don’t know about you Andrea, but I’m absolutely bursting for a pee, so I’m going to pull over just up the road” I said giving her a bit of warning, “what about you?” “I should be alright” she replied. I doubted that very much but that was up to her as I was certainly stopping for a piss.

With the gateway coming up I pulled in and quickly jumped out and ran round to the passenger side of the car. Now I wasn’t bothered if any of the passing cars knew what I was doing, but didn’t want to give them a full show, so I opened the front passenger door, followed by the back one and stepped into the gap. With my back to the bemused Andrea, I hitched up my business skirt and with a deft move hooked my thumbs into the waist band of my white frilly knickers and lowered them to my knees as I dropped into a squat. No butterflies this time as a huge gushing piss erupted out of my lips, blasting the tarmac below me forming a frothy river as it ran towards the gate. I sighed loudly as the immense relief continued. A full afternoon’s worth of pee emptied out of me before tapering off to a stop. I turned slightly sideways to Andrea and asked her to reach me a tissue out of the glove box. After a few quick wipes I stood up and turned towards the car inadvertently flashing my neatly trimmed bush at Andrea as I raised my knickers adjusting them and my skirt.

“I’m so, so sorry Andrea” realising what I’d just done, having your colleagues bits flashed at you was not something that you would normally expect on a lift home, “I didn’t mean to do that.” “You’re alright” she murmured. Knowing how desperate she must also be, I decided that I had to try to help her overcome any shyness she may have, otherwise Andrea would be even more embarrassed if she wet herself. “Are you sure you don’t want to go as well Andrea?” I asked. “There’s nothing to be ashamed about if you worried about what anyone thinks and I certainly won’t say anything.” “It’s not that” she replied almost tear fully, “I’m that full my back teeth are almost floating, but it’s just I’ve never had a wee outside before and don’t know how to do it.” Astonished by that, I replied “As you might have noticed I do, so I’ll talk you through it,” winking at her.

Andrea gingerly got out of the car and stood up slowly so as not to put any more pressure on her bladder. “Right first thing you need to do is drop your trousers and knickers to roughly about your knees.” Whether it was due to nerves or because she was bursting, Andrea was shaking as she lowered her smart trouser suit pants to her knees. As she went next for her pink lacy boy shorts, I noticed how close to the edge she was as there was a ten pence sized wet spot on them where she had leaked slightly and that she had a very thin landing strip of pubic hair, she may be wasn’t that shy in other ways! “Next you want to squat down and then spread you legs out slightly so that your pee stream can pass through them.” “How low should I squat?” she asked. “Whatever is comfortable for you,” I replied encouragingly, “you might have to adjust it a few times, but don’t worry about it.”

Andrea then dropped down to a low squat with her shapely ass nearly on the ground. Despite being absolutely bursting her bladder was refusing to release its contents. She willed the pee to start and was nearly rewarded as she felt a small stream start to drip out of her, put it was a cruel false start. Then as she leaned forward which raised her squat slightly the dam broke and a massive jet shot out of her lips and arced forward before splashing down on the ground in front of her hissing loudly as it went due to the pent up pressure behind it. Andrea was in sheer ecstasy at the relief she was getting and gasped loudly. She couldn’t believe her she was having a wee at the side of some road with cars passing but couldn’t care less and wondered why she had never done so before. “You certainly needed that pet” I said as I passed her a tissue to wipe with, but Andrea was far from done as she continued pissing for at least a minute before stopping briefly. She wasn’t finished though and after another slight adjustment she was off again for at least another 30 seconds. Looking up Andrea couldn’t believe the size of lake of pee in front of her, but shouldn’t have been surprised as this was her first pee since the morning. At lunch time just as she was going to nip to the loo, the phone went as she got waylaid. Finally finished she had a few shakes before wiping and then pulled up her knickers and trousers.

Now fully relieved we both got back into the car, Andrea smiling broadly as she relaxed back into the seat. “Jane thank you for showing me how to wee outside, I don’t know what I’d have done without your help,” as we pulled back out onto the road. “It was my pleasure, “I replied. The rest of the journey home was less stressful now with the pressure well and truly off. Andrea was a lot chattier now and admitted that she had enjoyed the naughty pee. I told her I was surprised she had never peed outside before especially after some of my own experiences as a student. As I was leaving her off I jokingly told her “Your homework for tonight is to have a pee in an alleyway on the way home from the pub.” Laughing she replied “I might need you to show me how to again! See you in the morning”

Apologies if the story was a bit long, but hope you enjoyed it, I certainly enjoyed the relief and maybe I’ll share my next one with you.

Jane

[daemoniak 614]

Apologies if the story was a bit long, but hope you enjoyed it, I certainly enjoyed the relief and maybe I’ll share my next one with you.

Honestly, as far as I am concerned, this story is too short! I am eagerly awaiting for your narration of Angela's homework as well as her next study session!

[Alfresco 11,638]

Loved the story and definitely not too long. It needed to be that long to accommodate the details and make the story a story rather than a snippet. To me, that all helps paint the picture and I agree with daemoniak and Egwalrus that it would be great to see more. The "homework" would be an ideal next stage - maybe in the office next day, Jane could ask Andrea how she got on with her "homework", Andrea could repeat that she needs encouragement and they could head out for a night out which could involve one or more peeing incidents.

[Sexismygod 1,782]

Excellent story and a great opener for what could be a very interesting series. I look forward to reading about Jane and Andrea's developing relationship.

[whiskey35 306]

Hi Jane again. Thank you for all the kind comments about my last story and apologies that I haven’t had a chance to share anymore with you, I’ve been a bit busy at work, but hopefully I’ll get a chance to put that right.

After our roadside pee on the way home from work, I had a few days off, so it was the following Monday morning before I picked up Andrea again. We were just chatting generally when I asked her casually what she had got up to at the weekend. She grinned broadly and said she had being doing a bit of the homework I had set her.

She then explained that whilst taking a shower she had experimented to find her ideal position by squatting down and adjusting her position until she had found something that was comfortable and now had it sorted, despite a bit of accident when she had tried it with clothes on. Intrigued I asked her what had happened and embarrassingly she said that she had been in the house on her own and needing a wee rather than use the toilet, she decided to use the shower. Kicking off her shoes, she had lowered her sweat pants and thong in one go and everything was going well until her stream twisted slightly and splashed her foot. Without the running water, she had been used to, she was startled and moved slightly but slipped and ended up on her ass. The pee kept flowing so she ended up sitting in a pool of her own wee!

All I could do was laugh and say “well at least you where in the right place to get cleaned up”. I also asked had she never peed in the shower before as if needed to go when I was in the shower I just let it go. “Do you squat down?” Andrea asked innocently. “No, just let it flow when you’re standing” I replied. “If you’re discrete, you can even get away with it in a communal type shower you find at some gyms” I further explained, “just keep the flow slow so that it mixes with the water from the shower”. “Your terrible Jane, I would never have the courage to try that” replied Andrea. “Off course you would, you’d be surprised how many women do it and how open some are about it” I replied. “Anyway what else did you get up?”

Andrea then began to tell me that she had gone to see her friend Kate to sort out their flat for the upcoming term. The power wasn’t on yet so she was staying at Kate’s home, in another part of the town which was further out form the centre. Notwithstanding this thought they had decided to make a night of it and after a few drinks at Kate’s as they were getting ready they got a taxi into town. They had a great night catching up on everything that had happened over the summer and had quite a few drinks as they moved around the bars and clubs in the town centre. At around 1.30 though they decided to call it a night and thought they would beat the rush for the taxis.

When they made their way to the taxi rank thought they were surprised to find it busier than they were expecting. It was going to be at least 40 minutes before they could get a taxi as the crowds were so big. Standing around outside also made Andrea aware of something else, she could do with a wee. There had been a long queue for the ladies as they were leaving the club so she didn’t bother, thinking she could hold on until she got to Kate’s but this wasn’t looking likely now. Kate noticed that she had gone quite and asked what was wrong and Andrea replied that she could do with a wee. Kate needing a pee herself and knowing how shy Andrea was then said “come on and see if any of the bars down here will let us use the loo” as they made their way from the taxi rank.

It wasn’t much use though as they noticed that the bars on this street had either closed or those that were open had long queues to get in. Kate then had a brainwave and phoned the local taxi driver that had brought them into town to see if there was any chance of him coming for them. She was partly in luck as he said he could come for them but it would be around 15 minutes and could they meet him on the edge of the busy area as he didn’t want to get caught in the mayhem in the centre. Kate agreed to this and the pickup point which was about a 10 minute walk from where they were.

Kate explained this to Andrea and whilst it did offer a bit of hope of making the loo dry, Andrea knew she wasn’t going to last that long and decided at that point to tell Kate that the they would need to find a spot for a wee. “Kate I’m absolutely bursting for a wee, I’ll need to find somewhere to go on the way.” Kate was astounded, that was the last thing she expected to hear from her friend. All the time she had known her, she had never seen her take a naughty pee and had gone out of the way to avoid doing so in front of her so as not to embarrass her. “We’ll keep a look out on the way, but are you sure as I’ve never seen you pee outside before?” “I’ve had a lesson recently, but I’ll tell you about that later when the pressure is off” Andrea replied.

As they turned the corner into the next street Andrea looked on enviously as she noticed across the road a man with his back to them in a shop doorway quite obviously having a piss as the stream ran out onto the footpath. While Andrea had decided that she now had the courage to have an outdoor wee, there was no way she could go somewhere that public. Fortunately though relief was close at hand, as about half way down the street they came across an archway, to a covered entry that lead to the rear yard of one of the shops. Looking into it they saw it had a locked gate at the far end, so nobody was going to be coming that way. There was enough light from a dim security light at the back and the streetlights to see where you were going, but dark enough not to be noticed from the street.

“Will you keep a lookout for me Kate” asked Andrea as she darted about halfway along it. “Of course” replied Kate taking a few steps into the entry. Meantime Andrea wasted no time raising up her figure hugging white mini dress and lowering her white lacy thong to her knees as she dropped into a low squat. Almost immediately a huge jet of piss shot out of her lips arcing across the entry before splashing down forming a puddle that ran to the other side of the entry, the hiss echoing round as Andrea continued her much needed wee. Kate looked in Andrea’s direction and said “when you said you needed to go you weren’t joking” before bursting out laughing. Andrea’s stream started to taper off as her wee neared its end. With a final push she was done and after a few wipes with a tissue from her purse, she stood up pulling up her knickers and smoothing down her dress.

Kate then took her turn first asking Andrea to return the favour to keep a look out. She went down the entry stopping just short of Andrea’s massive puddle. “You’ve nearly flooded the place out” she called out to Andrea as she eased up her blue mini skirt and hooked her thumbs into her black frilly thong lowering it to her knees. Andrea looked on as her friend adopted a different approach, dropping to a semi high squat. Kate leaned forward slightly and a gushing pee erupted from her neatly trimmed bush and splashed noisily to the ground forming an equally large puddle. She continued for nearly a minute before she was done. Realising she had no tissue she bounced up and down a few times to drip dry before pulling her thong back into place and let her skirt drop back into place. “I definitely needed that too” she said as she rejoined Andrea.

Now fully relieved, the girls made their way a lot quicker to the pickup place for the taxi. It hadn’t arrived yet so Kate asked Andrea “so where did you learn to pee like that?” Andrea was just about to reply when the taxi arrived. “I’ll tell you later” she replied as they got in. The taxi driver apologised for being a bit late. “Don’t worry about it” Kate replied “it took us a wee bit longer to get here” winking at Andrea.

The journey home only took about 15 minutes, so at a stretch they might have made it home dry, but Andrea was glad she stopped for the alfresco pee with her friend and was now certain she would have the confidence to do it again. Over a night cap or two at Kate’s they had a good laugh as she shared the details of her peeing lesson. “It’s a pity you didn’t have those lessons last year Andrea” teased Kate “It would have been a whole lot easier and quicker getting home rather than standing in all those queues for the loos at the end of the night.”

At that we were driving into the car park, so the end of the Andrea’s story was perfectly timed. Just as we were going into the building I said to her “I think you deserve an A for your homework, it might have been an A* but for the slip up in the shower.” “Thanks, I’ll try better the next time” Andrea blushed. “Next time I think you’ll be ready for your finals” I joked.

More on than later.

Jane.

[whiskey35 306]

Jane again, with the last story involving Andrea for awhile, as her time working with us ended as she was going back to university.

With it being Andrea’s last day and that it was also Chloe’s 20th birthday over the weekend, we had decided to have a joint celebration and go out for a meal and a few drinks on the Friday night. Although strictly speaking alcohol wasn’t allowed in the office, Emily the boss decided that as it was after working hours a few bottles of sparkling wine wasn’t going to do any harm and we had a few glasses, well plastic cup full’s, as we got ready to go out.

With everyone ready, all eight of us who worked in the department, made our way to the restaurant. We were a bit early so had another round of drinks as we waited for the table to be ready. It turned out to be a very pleasant evening as we enjoyed the meal and quite a few drinks as the company any chat was so good. It must have been near ten o’clock by the time we were finished. Some of the girls left at this point, leaving Andrea, Chloe, Emily and myself, who decided to make a bit more of the night and go to a local pub for a few more drinks.

It was quite busy as we arrived, but we were able to find a table and settled down again with another round or two of drinks. Chloe was the next to go to the bar, but said she needed a pee first so would bring them with her on the way back. Emily decided she would go to the loo as well so went with her as Andrea and I kept the seats. It wasn’t that long to they were back with the drinks and at that point I decided it was time to break the seal and go to the loo myself. Andrea joined me as we made our way to the back of the bar where the loos where. As we reached the corridor, we found a long queue for the ladies with about a dozen outside. We joined the queue but it didn’t seem to be moving that fast, so as a girl was coming past on her way out I asked her what the problem was and she said that now only one of the toilets was working.

Although I hadn’t reached absolute bursting point and could probably have waited, I decided it was going to take too long, so said to Andrea “Let’s try the upstairs toilets otherwise we’ll be here all night”. We made our way back along the corridor and up the stairs to the first floor bar. Opening a set of double doors into the hallway that led to the other bar we noticed that the double doors leading to the bar were closed and the lights out as the bar wasn’t open tonight. Not to worry though as the toilets where off the hall, but as we tried the ladies and then the gents both were locked. About to admit defeat and go back down and join the queue again, Andrea found another door which opened out into the hall, revealing a small cleaners store, with a low level sink for washing out the mops. Seeing this I decided it would do for me!

The room wasn’t that big and didn’t seem to have a light in it so the door was going to have to stay open, so I said to Andrea “Keep a look out and make sure nobody comes through those doors”. Without giving her a chance to protest I made my way over to the sink, hitching up my skirt as I went. Reaching it I lowered my pink thong and hovered over the sink and it didn’t take long for my pee to start and hiss noisily into it. I wasn’t expecting to have to go as much as I did, so was surprised at how much pee was coming out of me, but certainly enjoyed the relief. As my flow tapered off I noticed a pack of toilet roll sitting on a shelf so tore a few sheets off, wiped and pulled up my thong and stepped out of the makeshift toilet.

Andrea just looked at me and said “You can take you nowhere” and laughed. She then decided that she may as well use the sink and asked me to keep a look out. She had certainly come on from the shy girl that had come to work with us in the summer. I doubt at that stage if she had even used the loo in work. Changing places with me she eased up her blue mini dress lowered a pair of her favoured lacy boy shorts and hovered over the sink. A jet of pee shot out of her missing the sink and landed on the floor. Without stopping Andrea adjusted her stance and the jet of pee arced back and splashed into the sink below. She continued for at least a minute before stopping, bounced up and down a few times before wiping and throwing the paper onto the floor in front of her. “It’ll help absorb the overshoot” she said laughing as she stepped out of the store adjusting her clothing. Andrea couldn’t believe how much she had enjoyed having her wee, in somewhere she knew she shouldn’t really have and certainly wouldn’t have ever contemplated a few months ago.

With that we hastily closed the door and made our way back downstairs to the bar, bringing another round of drinks with us before rejoining the others. “What kept you?” asked Chloe. “There was a bit of queue and we had a bit of detour” I replied winking at Andrea. May be because of the amount of drink we all had taken, whilst not completely drunk as yet we were certainly well on the way, nobody caught on to that remark and it could also explain the next reply. Emily certainly wasn’t expecting this answer when she asked Andrea “what was the most important thing you have learned whilst working with us?”“How to have a wee outside” replied Andrea to howls of laughter from the rest of us. She went on to explain my lesson on the lift home many weeks ago and how liberating it had made her feel at the time and every time since when she needed a wee and there were no toilets about.

Emily then took a management decision and told us “right then, nobody is to go to the toilet between now and closing time and we are all going to have a pee outside somewhere on the way home.” Everyone agreed to this and Chloe told us she knew a good spot we could use for our group pee. Looking at the clock Emily noticed it was about 15 minutes to last orders so went to the bar and came back with a double round to go with the drinks we already had on the table, so that everyone would have plenty to fill up with during drinking up time, which was in about 45 minutes. We were amongst the last to leave the bar and I knew I was certainly in need of a pee as soon as the outside air hit. Looking at the others I could tell I wasn’t the only one!

“Right Chloe, let’s get to your spot a bit sharpish, I’m bursting” Emily demanded as we started walking from the pub. We had gone about halfway down the street when Chloe took us up a side street and then to an alley that ran behind the shops on one of the main streets. It didn’t look that promising as it was well lit and there was no bins or anything for cover and there were a few people walking along it as it was a shortcut to the main car park. “Don’t worry” explained Chloe, ”there’s a open gate to a yard behind an empty shop about a third of the way down, just where that girl is coming out of.” We all looked along the alley and spotted the girl who was coming towards us as we slowly made our way down it. Passing her she looked like she was coming from work as she was wearing her supermarket coat and uniform. “I wonder what she was doing in there” I asked knowingly. “Probably what we’re about to” replied Chloe laughing. With that we had reached the open gate and made our way into a small yard behind the empty shop. Sure enough in the corner there was a puddle of fresh pee with a tissue in, where the girl we had just passed must have made.

“Okay Andrea you’re first, show us what you’ve learnt” instructed Emily. “We’ll give you marks for technique and quantity” she continued. Andrea didn’t waste any time and soon had eased up her figure hugging dress and hooked her thumbs into her boy shorts as she dropped into a low squat with her back to the wall. Andrea relaxed as a huge wee arched out of her forming a frothy puddle that ran towards the centre of the yard. The sound of Andrea peeing was too much for Chloe as she gasped “Sorry I can’t wait for my turn” as she quickly hitched up her mini skirt and quickly lowered her red thong. She had just about got into a semi high squat next to Andrea when a gushing pee erupted out of her lips, splashing noisily as it hosed down the concrete below her. She certainly had to go as she continued peeing for a least a minute and a half, as the small lake of pee below here started to make its way to the centre of the yard merging with Andrea’s, who was just finishing off. I handed her a tissue and she wiped a few times before standing up pulling up her knickers and smoothing down her dress. Chloe had also finished and she bounced up and down a few times before wiping and replaced her thong. With both finished we looked at the size of the respective puddles and decided we would call it a score draw, with Andrea gaining more points for style and Chloe for quantity.

“Do you mind if I go next” Emily asked. “Go ahead, I can wait” was my reply. Looking at Emily’s navy jump suit, Andrea thought this was going to be interesting, but she needn’t have worried as Emily was a country girl at heart, keeping horses and wasn’t adverse to dropping her jodhpurs where and when she needed. Finding a dry spot in the yard, she first bend down and turned up the bottom of the legs slightly. Then she undone the straps and folded the top of the suit down, revealing a powder blue lacy bra, before deftly hooking her thumbs into the matching briefs lowering them and the suit in one movement taking up a low squat. “Good job I wore a matching set tonight” she said laughingly, “though I didn’t expect to be getting my tits out and having a slash in the street.” With that a twisting stream of pee started flowing from her making a loud hissing sound as it continued. Andrea could see why she had folded the bottoms of the legs up as with all that material it would have been easy for them to have dropped into the puddle of pee forming under Emily. Sighing as her relief finished, Emily carefully wiped with one hand holding on to the rest of the suit. She then carefully pulled it and her pants up, stopping to adjust the fit before redoing the straps.

It was my turn now and I with a bit of the Dutch courage, inside me decided to show off a bit and try an old trick I used to do and go for a bit of distance. I lowered my thong completely, stepped out of it and handed it to a bemused Chloe. Dropping into a low squat I leaned back slightly and with two fingers I spread my lips before my pee started to flow. With my bladder full to bursting and the built up pressure as I pushed it out the pee arched across the yard falling at least a 1.5 metres from me. The others clapped and cheered as I continued to piss, before the stream eased off and fell back closer to the source as it finished. After a few flicks of my lips I stood up before replaced my thong. “I think you’re the clear winner with that technique” said a still laughing Emily. “Looking at the amount of pee all over this yard, I think we’re all winners” I replied.

We were admiring our handwork when we heard the click, click of another couple of pairs of high heels as two girls entered the yard in a bit of a hurry. Spotting us and noticing what we had being doing they asked did we mind if they joined us as they were bursting. “Not at all we’re finished” I said as we made our move. We were hardly out of the gate when we heard two more pees splashing down in the unofficial ladies. I wondered how many others would use it tonight.

Now fully relieved we made our way back to the main street and towards the taxi rank to go home. Chloe and Andrea decided to go on to a club, but Emily and I decided to call it a night. We hugged and kissed saying our goodbyes and Andrea thanked me for all my help throughout the summer, including the weeing tips. “It was a pleasure,” I replied, “You’ve definitely passed your finals, keep up the good work.” With that they were off and it was home to bed for me. The next morning I got a text from Andrea again thanking me and as a ps she told me her and Chloe had finished the night off having a wee behind a bin in an alley as they left the club!

Hope you have enjoyed Andrea’s reading stories, more of mine sometime soon.

Jane

[steve25805 126,150]

Great stories, Whiskey35.

Would like to hear more from Jane and friends.

[sid 5]

Thanks for the stories Whiskey35.