The Rugby Girls

[Alfresco 11,627]

Thanks for the comments - next installment should follow soon.

[Alfresco 11,627]

Chapter 5 – The match

Well of course, after the bus ride in I was looking forward to the return trip, but first there was a match to play. As Susan had previously indicated, Benton was a small club whose ground was not dissimilar to our own. There was a relatively small unsurfaced car park which we walked across to meet the Benton Coach by their club house. Well, clubhouse might be overselling it somewhat – it was a large wooden shed with a door marked “Changing” in the middle of the wall facing the car park and a serving hatch on the left end from which a young blond lady with a tunic and a baseball cap was serving hot & cold drinks and light refreshments and she had a small queue of people acquiring paper cups of steaming liquid. At the right hand end of the shed was a compound screened by six foot high wooden fence panels and on the end of that was a sign that said “Toilets” with an arrow pointing down a path, although I noted that the word was enclosed in quotes. Beyond the clubhouse, I could see that a few spectators were gathered on the touchline.

The Benton Coach was talking with a couple of her team mates near the refreshment window and she walked over to meet us. She was an athletically built redhead with a bubbly personality and she introduced herself as Gina before welcoming us to her club. Gina apologised for the lack of facilities and said that unfortunately there was only one changing “room” for us to share with her team. Susan told her not to worry as we were used to basic facilities ourselves.

We all headed for the changing “room” to get ready for the match. As we filed through the door we were greeted by a group of Benton girls in various states of undress, some fully kitted out, some still taking their normal clothes off, some in underwear and a couple of girls who stood up to welcome us in just their knickers with their curvy boobs fully on show. Our team got ready, which just involved taking off our tracksuit bottoms and putting on our boots as we already had shorts on underneath.

Once back out of the changing rooms, Fiona and I decided it would be a good idea to pee again before match so we followed the sign on the end of the building towards the “toilets”. What we found was quite surprising, but nevertheless ingenious. A short winding path led away from the clubhouse through the woods and split into two with a rather rough and ready painted sign indicating ladies to the left and gents to the right. We continued along the path down to a river bank and from the river bank there was a small wooden platform built out above the river with a rail around it about 2 feet off the deck level and a second rail built at the same level but about a foot further out. Two of the Benton team and someone who must have been a supporter were already in position, sat so that their thighs were supported by the first rail and their backsides on the further rail with their muffs and bums nestling between the rails, hanging to the outside of the platform. Their feet were still firmly on the platform and hands supporting them either side of the bodies. The first Benton girl had obviously just finished as she stood up with her shorts still round her knees exposing a tidily trimmed muff before bending slightly to pull up her shorts. The second Benton girl had a stream falling from under her, dropping between the two rails upon which she was sat. The stream glimmered in the sunlight and the hiss of her pee leaving her body mingled with a musical splashing as it hit the water about 4 feet below, where it was forming a stream of bubbles that were being carried downstream by the slow moving river below. Her stream dwindled and with a couple of spurts she was done. She wiped with a tissue that she then simply dropped in the water below before standing and raising her shorts.

Fiona and I wasted no time in taking positions opposite the supporter, who it transpired was just about to get going. She was wearing a skirt, which she had hitched up around her waist as she sat on the two rails. A few drops fell from beneath her and hit the water, but as her stream intensified, its angle changed and it came up to the point where it was splashing between her feet onto the decking of the platform. She leant forward slightly and the flow angled further back again to hit the water. She was soon done and stood up without wiping, allowing her skirt to fall back in place around her long shapely legs. She didn’t appear to be wearing any knickers and I noted how convenient her technique was.

Meanwhile, Fiona and I had both slipped our shorts down and sat on the rails. Neither of us was particularly desperate, having peed on the bus, but we both managed to release a reasonable stream into the waiting river before pulling up our shorts and returning to the clubhouse area. I commented to Gina that we were impressed by the toilet arrangements and she thanked us and went on to explain that the gents had a similar arrangement, but they were build such that the curve of the river kept them private from each other.

The match was soon underway and by half time we were trailing by a couple of points. Whilst having our half time refreshments, we had a team talk and a couple of the girls took the opportunity to pee where they were by kneeling up and pulling the legs of their shorts to the side.

In the second half we managed to pull it back and at the final whistle we were leading by 5 points, which obviously put us in a good mood. We went back to the changing room to get out of our muddy kit. As you might expect, there weren’t any showers as such, but Gina told us that there was a makeshift set up – a door at the side of the changing room led out to an outdoor compound with a decking board floor and 6 foot high fence panels around it. Around the edges, there were five standard garden hoses with sprinkler roses on the end. The Benton girls were already in there getting cleaned up and we saw that they had found it was far easier and more fun to spray each other with the hoses rather than someone trying to hold a hose and clean themselves off. We quickly joined in; stripping off our muddy shorts and shirts and soon the whole compound was full of naked girls laughing and joking as we all tried to get clean whilst the girls who had control of the hoses played the freezing cold water across the group. Of course, several of us chose this time to relieve our bladders as everything was so wet it would make no difference and the warmth of pee running down our legs was a welcome change to the freezing cold sprays.

Back inside, the atmosphere was jovial as everyone re-clothed themselves in clean outfits for the journey home. Sam and Jenny had tight white tops on, which did not a lot to hide the shape of their breasts, with the fabric clinging to the still damp flesh and nipples hardened by the cold spray poking through the fabric. Most of the girls including me wore short skirts.

We some after match refreshments including teas and coffees from the refreshment stand and then we said our good byes before heading back to the bus, ready to crack open the celebratory beers. Derek was stood at the foot of the stairs to the bus and welcomed us back on board, his eyes lingering on the perfectly defined breasts of Sam and Jenny before turning to ensure that we climbed the steps safely – or more likely ensuring he had a good view up our skirts as we boarded his bus!

[steve25805 126,015]

Ingenious idea for toilets.

But the missing part of the story was the part about me hiding in the woods on the opposite side of the river- armed with binoculars - and with Egwalrus beside me and showing me the ropes when it came to voyeurism. :laugh:

[wetwulf 3,324]

Another excellent addition. Thanks for teaching me patience by making me wait for the bus ride home. :-) I look forward to the next story.

[Alfresco 11,627]

But the missing part of the story was the part about me hiding in the woods on the opposite side of the river- armed with binoculars - and with Egwalrus beside me and showing me the ropes when it came to voyeurism. :laugh:

Sorry Steve, Toni obviously didn't spot you, so didn't mention it. You must have been well hidden!

[Alfresco 11,627]

Another excellent addition. Thanks for teaching me patience by making me wait for the bus ride home. :) I look forward to the next story.

Sorry Wetwulf (and probably others). It just didn't seem right to have a bus ride there followed by a bus ride home without anything in between.

[daemoniak 614]

Oh take your time Alfresco! You have an excellent setup here, so it would be a shame to rush it and give away everything in just a couple sentences then be left with nothing to tell. I much prefer that you pace yourself and take the time to develop each situation to its fullest, I think it's much more enjoyable this way.

[steve25805 126,015]

Sorry Wetwulf (and probably others). It just didn't seem right to have a bus ride there followed by a bus ride home without anything in between.

I second what Daemoniak said. Don't rush things. Just take it step by natural step. It would have looked rushed if you had neglected to say much about their time away and rushed straight into the journey home.

The end product is all the better for taking things naturally.

[wsvoyeur 74]

Thanks for all of the great chapters in this amazing story Alfresco! It definitely makes me regret the fact that I didn't start to read this series sooner. Every single chapter is brilliant and very hot, my favorites being chapter three, where she had fun with James (lucky bastard!), and chapter 4, on the bus. I wonder is Derek is willing to sell that bus, I'd be happy to purchase it from him and take his place as driver! Like everyone else, I'm really looking forward to the ride home

[Alfresco 11,627]

Been a long time coming I know, but hopefully you'll think it worth the wait.....

Chapter 5 – The return journey

Everyone was in high spirits as we took our seats. I was about four rows from the back, sat with Fiona again. As we pulled out of the carpark, Susan stood up at the front and grabbed the microphone of the primitive PA system. “Well done girls, that was an excellent display of teamwork and a great result. Now, I need you to pull together in a bit more teamwork to help dispose of these boxes of beers before we get back to base. Those of you that wish to join me are then welcome to come to the pub for more merriment this evening. We don’t want to waste any drinking time, so this is a non-stop service back to Caverton, where there will be two drops – and one at the rugby club and one in town. Now, let’s not waste any more time and get cracking those beers!” A cheer went up around the bus and Susan brought several boxes of beer cans out from under the front seats and distributed them around the bus. “By the way”, Susan added, “We don’t want to leave any mess for Derek, so please ensure that empty cans are put in the boxes. Although Derek happy to wash out our ‘spills’, it isn’t fair to leave him our rubbish as well”. At the word “Spills”, several of the girls laughed out loud. The sound of cans being opened echoed around the bus as every one of us started on our first can. Derek put some music on the radio and there was singing and general merriment all around. After just a few minutes some people had downed their first beer and started on their second cans with the empties being tossed into the spare boxes.

Of course it wasn’t long before someone needed to pee and the first was Jenny. She wasn’t wearing knickers, so it was very easy for her to simply shuffle forwards to let her flow fall effortlessly to the floor in front of the seat whilst still drinking beer. The soft patter turned to a thunderous hammering as her flow increased and was accompanied by an audible hiss. A small cheer went up to acknowledge the first breaking of the seal.

Fiona was next, following a similar process, but she was sitting in the aisle seat, so she turned to face the aisle and parted her legs, raining her golden liquid out into the middle of the aisle. Splashes went up onto Julie’s legs as she sat opposite. She wasn’t worried, but simply turned to face Fiona, parted her legs and hooked her knickers to the side revealing her shaved pussy. “I’ll get you for that!” she exclaimed. A drop appeared at her urethra and then the floodgates opened with a thick stream jetting out, hitting the floor right between Fiona’s feet, soaking her trainers and lower part of her legs with the splash. Fiona adjusted her position and crossed streams with Julie. The two streams collided and spread into a wide splashing pattern – both girls getting soaked on the lower legs and feet. There were cheers and raucous laughter throughout the bus until the streams died down leaving a serious puddle on the floor and four very wet legs!

After that display, Jane stood up near the back and stepped into the aisle, she pulled the front of her skirt up and spread her lips. Leaning back ever so slightly, she relaxed and shot a jet stream forward down the aisle of the bus. Derek would have been getting a superb view in his mirror.

By now, I was nearly finishing my second beer and my bladder was crying out for relief. I wasn’t feeling quite the exhibitionist that some of the other girls were, but I had no hesitation in lifting my feet up onto the seat and leaning back slightly, relaxing my muscles as I sent a fairly powerful stream arcing up from my pussy to hit the back of the seat in front where it spread out and ran down the seat back before raining onto the floor. I got hit by some of the splashback, but frankly didn’t care – this was great fun.

Our esteemed leader, Susan was next to pee. She was still at the front of the bus and she rose from her seat and stood, leaning on the bulkhead at the front of the bus, facing back towards us. Of course, in this position, she was right next to Derek. She parted her legs and lifted her skirt slightly and allowed her pee to fall straight down to the floor between her legs. It was a solid stream that started well and then fell back to a dribbly finish, with much of the latter going down her legs. The bus seemed to wander around the road a bit during this display as Derek’s attention seemed to be distracted somewhat.

Gemma rose from her seat and took a position in the aisle. She was one of the few girls that was wearing leggings that she proceeded to ease down over her curvaceous rear, making sure that she wiggled and turned around in the aisle to give Derek’s mirror a good view of her stood there in her pink thong, which she then eased down as she squatted down, lifting her bum up slightly off the floor and let loose a torrent to wash the floor, mixing with the pee already running down the aisle. Once finished she stood slowly and worked up first her thong and then her leggings before returning to the seat.

Julie was another wearing trousers – she took up her position in the aisle and pulled her trousers to her knees. She took up her usual characteristic high squat, bending forward as she blasted her pee backwards towards the front of the bus. How Derek was managing to keep the bus on the road with all this going on in his mirror I have no idea.

Things settled down then for a while as more beers were drunk and bladders were refilled. Then, we saw Susan stand up and have a word with Derek. She then took the microphone and announced “OK girls, time for a bit of friendly competition. Winner doesn’t have to pay into the kitty for beers in the pub tonight. It is a distance peeing competition, but there are some rules;

· Each person gets one attempt to demonstrate their ability to pee a distance.

· You can decide when you are ready to participate.

· All attempts must be completed before we get back to Coverton.

· I will be the judge, except for my own attempt, which will be judged by Sam.

· Each attempt will be from on the middle seat at the back of the bus and the distance will be measured from the front of the seat to the furthest point at which your stream hits the floor – NOT where the puddle runs to.

· I will go first, to demonstrate.

All clear?”

A little cheer went up and then Susan headed to the back of the bus and took her place on the middle seat. She pushed her bum forward to the very front of the seat, spread her legs, flipped up her skirt and used both hands to spread her pussy lips. She leaned back into the seat and to chants of “Go Susan!” from the rest of the team, Susan forced out a stream that arced up and out into the air, falling with a pattering about 2 feet in front of her. The stream intensified and with a large push, Susan managed to increase the height and reach of the arc, finally managing about 3 feet. Sam as adjudicator moved a box of empty beer cans to mark the current lead position and the team cheered Susan as she stood up and her skirt fell back into place.

Sam and Susan swapped places. Sam followed the same process, but wasn’t much of a power peer. Her stream fell only a foot or so in front of her, much to her disappointment and so the beer box target stayed in the same place.

As Jenny was first to pee before, she was getting desperate again by now, so she took up her place. She started by adopting the same position as she did for her first pee, but when her pee fell pretty much straight to the floor she leaned back a bit and spread her lips to manage about 2 ½ feet.

Gemma headed to the back and to give her a better chance, she sat down then took off her trainers and leggings, putting them to one side. She kept her feet up on the seat to avoid standing in the pee, but she was very drunk and when shuffling forward to perch on the front of the seat, nearly fell off into the growing lake of pee below. She just managed to put her feet down to catch her balance, but they landed straight in the puddle. She decided to play safe and shuffled back a bit on the seat, lifting her feet up again and putting them on the front of the seat. This position meant that she couldn’t lean back much and her pee started slowly, hitting the seat between her feet and running off onto the floor. She managed to increase it slightly, clearing the front of the seat, but only managed about 6 inches to a foot in front of her. As her pee slowed down, it fell again onto the seat and pooled around her bottom. She got up, standing in the puddle again and walked back down the aisle to her own seat, naked from the waist down and carrying her trainers and leggings.

I was now feeling pretty full and wanted to get in the competitive mood, so I took up the position, but the seat was now wet with Gemma’s pee, so I squatted on the seat with my feet apart and thrust my pelvis forward as far as I could go. I spread my lips and forced down on my bladder, sending my pee in an impressive arc which started hitting the floor about 2 ½ feet away and rose to clear the existing target, finally landing at 3 ½ feet to a uproar of cheering from the girls. Susan moved the box down and I was the reigning (or is that raining – sorry, couldn’t help that!) champion.

However, it was short lived. Julie said “I’ll show you how it’s done!” and came to the back. She took hold of the back of the seat and stepped up onto it, facing the back of the bus. She pulled down her trousers and bent her body down low, keeping her bum high and thrust backwards with her feet on the very front of the seat, only managing to stay there by holding the back of the seat. “Wait a minute”, exclaimed Jenny “That’s cheating!”.

“I only said you had to be from the seat”, said Susan.

With that, Julie let loose with a torrent which fired straight out backwards from her. Her bum was already hanging out past the edge of the seat by a good foot and keeping her body down sent her pee out almost horizontal and at high pressure. Her pee shot past most of the competition and hit the floor just a couple of inches short of my target. Some people started cheering her on and she managed to extend her range by a few more inches, just taking the lead and a rewarding cheer.

Jenny said “Well if that’s the way you want to play it….” and got up on the seat. She took off her skirt, sat on the top of the seat back, put her feet right on the front of the seat, held the top of the seat with one hand each side of her bum, then pushed her pelvis forward into a sort of crab position. She spread her knees wide and launched her salvo, arcing up into the air and reaching a good 5 feet beyond the front of the seat where it came raining down with a mighty splashing. The cheer went up again and I could see that we had a winner.

The other girls had their attempts, but none came even close to Jane, but by the end of the competition, the seat and the floor were totally awash with pee and everyone was in great spirits.

Susan officially declared Jenny as the winner and by this time we were turning into the rugby club ground at Caverton. Susan announced that anyone who wasn’t going to the pub could get off here if they liked or those going to the pub could put their kit in the dressing room and then Derek would drop us into town.

We all got off the bus and put our stuff in the changing room. A group of nine of us then got back on the bus for Derek to take us into town. He dropped us in a car park in the centre of town and we all thanked him as we got off. He replied “No, thank you! That was a fantastic show”

Susan said “No problem – how about a tip girls?” With that, we all lined up next to his bus, which shielded us from the rest of the car park, and we squatted down together to give Derek one last treat. Nine girls in a row, with skirts up or trousers down, squatted low to the ground and peed onto the tarmac or the carpark. We could see a serious bulge in Derek’s trousers as we stood up, laughed and turned to head to the pub.

[steve25805 126,015]

That was fucking brilliant. Definitely worth the wait.

Can't wait to hear what they get up to in the pub.

[Alfresco 11,627]

Thanks @steve25805. Now why on earth would you imagine that there might be something good happening at the pub? :wink: Of course, I've got a few ideas for that bit as the next installment.

[steve25805 126,015]

Thanks @steve25805. Now why on earth would you imagine that there might be something good happening at the pub? :wink: Of course, I've got a few ideas for that bit as the next installment.

The idea of a bunch of girls drinking in the pub together and having fun pissing all around the place is one that very much appeals to me and is the sort of scenario I could do a lot with in a story of my own.

Thanks for the idea.

But posting such a story would be stealing your thunder, especially if by chance I pre-empted you with something similar to what you were planning to write.

So I will put that idea on hold until such time as you have written and posted that installment of your own work. Then I can make sure that my version of that idea is distinctly different from yours. If, for example, you aim for as much realism as possible, I might just go for brazen wildness or something. But I'll always make sure that my girls pissing in the pub story is markedly different from yours.

[wsvoyeur 74]

That was absolutely amazing Alfresco! From Fiona and Julie crossing streams and soaking each other's legs, to the pissing contest, to the nine girl piss, and everything in between, that was incredible! And I have to buy that bus from Derek. Lucky bastard!

I agree with Steve that it was worth the wait, and, like him, I can't wait for the next chapter. But you have your work cut out for you, as this one will be pretty hard to top.

[Alfresco 11,627]

Thanks for the feedback @wsvoyeur.

I've got some ideas for the pub, which will be based on what could reasonably happen when a group of like minded girls get very drunk, but obviously in light of the fact that the girls are already drunk and coming fresh from the experience on the bus, it is bound to get a bit wild. I'll try and get it written soon so that you can get on with yours @steve25805 when you like. I'm sure yours will be a great read. There are only so many different ideas about for peeing situations, so just because two people write about peeing in the pub doesn't mean that they are stealing each others ideas. Everyone writes in our own style and this is a community for giving to each other, so I have no problem if someone likes ideas that I use and then adapts them for their own style anyway. We'll end up with more stories and more experiences, which is all to the good.

[steve25805 126,015]

Thanks for the feedback @wsvoyeur.

I've got some ideas for the pub, which will be based on what could reasonably happen when a group of like minded girls get very drunk, but obviously in light of the fact that the girls are already drunk and coming fresh from the experience on the bus, it is bound to get a bit wild. I'll try and get it written soon so that you can get on with yours @steve25805 when you like. I'm sure yours will be a great read. There are only so many different ideas about for peeing situations, so just because two people write about peeing in the pub doesn't mean that they are stealing each others ideas. Everyone writes in our own style and this is a community for giving to each other, so I have no problem if someone likes ideas that I use and then adapts them for their own style anyway. We'll end up with more stories and more experiences, which is all to the good.

Thanks.

But much as I want to see your story about happenings in the pub, I don't want you to feel you have to rush it on my account. Just write it when the time is right for you and when you are in just the right mind zone for it. That will help to ensure the highest possible standard. And make it something truly worth waiting for anyway.

When I have an idea for a story it can sometimes be many weeks, even months, before I actually get around to writing it, and I have no ideas in terms of specific scenarios at all mapped out in my head just yet, anyway. So a lot more thought is still required from me. And I find that rather than trying to force it, it often works better for me if I allow time for ideas to come to me naturally. So please don't rush into print with the notion that my story will appear immediately after. It still might be a while in gestation.

[whiskey35 306]

Another great chapter Alfresco, I'm sure the driver appreciated the tip. ;)

[Alfresco 11,627]

Chapter 6 – The Pub

We walked, or maybe staggered was more accurate, down the street to a nearby pub/bar. It was a long, narrow bar housing an open plan front area with a dance floor surrounded by seating with small tables. The bar was down one side in the middle, with booths opposite and then towards the back there were more tables in alcoves. We headed right to the back, where there was a large table in an alcove with a bench seat around it and three comfy chairs along the side nearest the walkway. It was still early so the pub was fairly quiet. Sam got a glass from the bar and handed it round for us all to put £20 in the kitty, with the exception of Jenny due to her competition win on the bus. That should be enough for us all to get at least four drinks and we’d no doubt have to top it up later on.

As it will help with imagining the scene later on, I will describe the seating order: Looking at the table from the outside of the alcove, Sam was at the left end of the table, being the first on the bench. Susan was in the back left corner, then Gemma and Fiona on the back bench and I was in the back right corner. Julie was next to me on the right end of the table, which made a total of six of us on the bench seat. Mia took the left chair (next to Sam), Ellie sat in the middle chair and Jane had the right hand chair next to Julie.

Sam took the first round of orders (mostly beers and a couple of ciders) and went to the bar. Very shortly the beers arrived on the table and we wasted no time getting started. Of course, it wasn’t long before some of us needed to pee. Gemma was first to announce her need and as is often the case with girls going in groups, Jane, Julie, Fiona and myself decided to go with her.

The toilets were upstairs, so we went through the door to the stairway and slowly climbed up the carpeted stairs, holding onto the banister rail as we weren’t in great condition. There was a middle landing where the stairs changed direction. We were giggling as we stumbled up the stairs, which led Fiona to stop and grab her crotch as she exclaimed “Stop making me laugh, I’m wetting myself!” and sure enough a short spurt escaped from under her skirt, falling to the carpet below. She obviously wasn’t wearing any knickers to adsorb the short spurt. She regained her composure and we made it to the top of the stairs and into the toilets. We were faced with three cubicles and a tiled floor. The first cubicle was blocked with toilet paper and had a sign on it saying “Out of order”. The second and third looked OK, apart from some wet toilet paper on the floor and some splashes on one of the seats.

Fiona made a dash for the middle cubicle, but on seeing the splashes she exclaimed “urgh! I’m not sitting on that!” and turned around standing in the doorway of the cubicle, flipped up her skirt and adopted a hovering position. With no knickers to hold up the proceedings, she immediately sprayed her pee out. She wasn’t particularly stable on her feet and wavered around, causing her pee to add to the wetness on the seat and some of it even went on the floor. She wasn’t bothered though and just kept peeing away as long as it headed in the general direction of the toilet. Gemma took the only other spare toilet, which wasn’t splattered, so she pulled down her leggings and sat down, not bothering to close the door. Being more than a little drunk, she leaned backwards to get the support of the wall at the back of the cubicle and she released her flow. With her position, her pee left her body and jetted straight forward, with some of it hitting the gap between the porcelain and the seat, extending forward and falling to the floor in front of the toilet. She giggled, stopped her flow and lifted her feet up, before releasing her bladder once more. This time her pee flew between her legs and landed well out into the tiled area in front of the cubicles.

With both toilets taken, the other three of us were standing in the middle of the tiled area, holding ourselves and laughing at the two sights in front of us. When Gemma’s pee hit the floor, Jane said “Sod this waiting” and dropped into a squat, hooked her lacy pink knickers to one side and started peeing directly onto the floor, which made a bit of a lake that ran towards a floor drain. I then hopped up onto the counter sink and peed straight into the sink. I wasn’t wearing knickers either, so I was able to be very discrete although it was obvious what I was doing – especially as my piss exited my urethra with a loud hiss and made a kind of ringing sound as it hit the porcelain. That just left Julie. She backed into the corner where the rubbish bin was located, pulled down her trousers to reveal her black thong, which she then pulled down to just above her knees. She fired a strong stream into the waiting receptacle, soaking the paper hand towels that were in there.

If anyone had come in at that moment, they might have been somewhat surprised as they would have been greeted with a view of me sat on the sink surrounded by my skirt, Jane squatted in the middle of the floor, facing the door with pee splashing into an ever growing puddle, a jet of pee emanating from Gemma’s stall out into the open space, Fiona backed into her cubicle and Julie in a high squat over the rubbish bin in the corner.

Soon we were all finished and adjusted our clothing before leaving the toilet area, laughing at the mess that we’d made (although I did flush the sink with the tap!) and heading back down the stairs taking great care not to fall AOT on the way down.

We re-joined the others and after had another round of beers. Those that hadn’t been on the first toilet trip were now starting to get fidgety. We’d noticed that several people had been going out the back door right next to our table to a smoking area outside that we could see through the window next to our table. They usually stayed just long enough for a cigarette and then came back in. It still wasn’t very busy, so the area was often empty.

During a lull in conversation, Sam came out with “I really could do with a breath of fresh air, if you know what I mean… Anyone coming?” Sam, Mia and Ellie all agreed and the four of them stood, slightly unsteadily and made their way through the door whilst we watched through the window. Mia sat on a plastic outdoor chair, making sure she lifted her skirt out from under her. Ellie sat on a wooden bench, again removing her skirt from under her. Susan sat on the edge of a wooden table with her feet on the bench, next to Ellie and Sam stood nearby. To anyone looking from a distance, just a group of girls socialising. Sam parted her legs, standing with her feet a little wider than normal and a glistening stream fell to the grass below, forming a slight foamy puddle and leaving droplets glistening on the blades of grass. Mia started peeing into her chair, and as her flow built up, it started running between the slats of the plastic and disappeared into the thirsty grass. Ellie moved to the front of the bench and started peeing below the table. Whilst this was going on, Susan parted her legs, reached up her skirt (presumably moving her knickers aside) and started an arc out from between her legs, which cleared the bench that Ellie was sitting on. As her stream dwindled, the flow fell back and landed on the bench and the final few spurts hit the table itself. The girls all got up to come inside – the only evidence of their misdemeanours being a puddle on Mia’s chair, a wet patch on the bench and a small amount of wetness on the table. “Oops,” said Susan as they came in the door, “someone must have spilled their drink out there!”

Well, as you know, the old adage of Pint in, Pint Out can’t really be avoided in the pub, so bladders were again filling rapidly. This time, Jane, Julie and me headed for the stairs to the toilet. We were pretty drunk by now and progress up the stairs was slow to say the least. Jane was leading followed by Julie and then me. We got to the middle landing and Jane stopped. “I can’t make it,” she said, “I’m too drunk.” With that, she turned around, pulled down her pink knickers just below her skirt and sat on the second step of the upper section of stairs with her feet on the landing, her knees slightly raised due to the position of the step. She spread her legs and giggled “Excuse me” then released her pee straight into the carpet. We had a great view of her neatly trimmed muff as her pee exited her urethra and pooled on the carpet step around her pussy. As her flow increased, the pee curved out from her, wetting the bottom step and finally the landing, where it made a good sized puddle before starting to soak in.

Julie and I were in fits of laughter and I was on the verge of wetting myself, so I simply squatted down in the corner of the landing and gave the carpet a good washing. “It probably needed a wash anyway” I said, as my spent pee created a spreading pool below me.

“It’s alright for you,” exclaimed Julie, still laughing “I’ve got trousers on!”

“Don’t worry,” I said, “I’ll watch the door at the bottom”. I made my way back down the stairs and stood by the door, looking through the glass panel. “It’s OK, nobody’s coming”.

Julie had already made the decision that she wasn’t going to make it up the second flight of stairs anyway, so with one last check towards me and the door, she slipped down her trousers and knickers in one movement as she adopted her usual high squat position with her backside towards the opposite corner of the landing to where I had been. She quickly released a powerful spray, which impacted the wall and started running down the wallpaper to the waiting carpet. She peed hard and fast for about 20 seconds then quickly shook her bottom side to side and whipped up her underwear and trousers as we made a quick exit back to our table.

We squeezed back in to the bench and no sooner had we sat down than Gemma said she needed to pee. We groaned as she was stuck in the middle behind the table and would need to get past us to get up. “Why didn’t you say so before we sat down?” asked Julie in an annoyed voice. “You’ll have to wait a bit, I’m not getting up again yet just to let you out!”

Fiona said “Well it’s not just Gemma; I need to pee too.”

“Well give it 10 minutes and then we’ll move.” Said Julie.

“Stuff that!” said Fiona and she pulled her skirt out from under her and slipped towards the front of the bench seat. Immediately, we heard a faint hissing sound followed by a pattering. “You’re not!?” exclaimed Mia.

“I most definitely am.” came the defiant response.

We fell silent as we took in the fact that Fiona was pissing on the floor under the table right there in the pub. The hissing grew in volume and the pattering turned to a splashing as the carpet couldn’t adsorb the golden rain fast enough. Fiona looked relieved as the hissing and splashing abated and she shuffled back in her seat, effectively wiping her bare pussy on the fabric of the bench seat cushion.

Gemma objected “That’s not fair, I’ve got leggings on!”

But Sam had the solution: “Don’t worry, they are black – they won’t show much – just wet through them where you are.

Gemma took that a little too literally and rather than moving forward off the seat, she simply sat up in her seat, leaning forward just a little. After a short pause, we heard a little hissing for a couple of seconds, then a pause and then the hissing resumed for a much longer period. Gemma moved her legs apart and I was close enough to see the fabric of her leggings glisten in front of her crotch. She obviously didn’t have any knickers on as the tight fabric was displaying a wet and shiny camel toe. As the volume exceeded the very limited capacity of the fabric, her pee burst through and started to pool on the seat between her legs, increasing in depth until some of it ran off the front of the seat to the floor below. Gemma kept peeing until she was empty at which point the depth of puddle subsided as the warmth soaked into the fabric covered cushion and the thirsty foam padding below.

“You’ve done that before, haven’t you?” asked Susan.

Gemma went a bit red in the face, but responded “Yes, actually. I once got caught short after a night out and peed in my leggings on the seat on the bus home. I found that I liked the warmth as it caressed around my pussy and my bottom before soaking gently into the seat of the bus with nobody noticing a thing” she admitted. “You should all try it sometime….”

“It maybe sooner rather than later” said Susan. She was also stuck behind the table, blocked in by Sam and without moving, she relaxed her bladder where she sat. We heard a gentle hissing as her piss left her body, but nobody could see anything as it was all hidden by her skirt. “Ooohh, it tickles” she exclaimed, “but it’s lovely and warm, pooling between my legs”. She continued to pee for about 30 seconds, then “It’s soaking away now, but it’s lovely and warm still and my wet knickers feel rather different against my pussy. – Mmmm, that was easier than going to the toilets, I don’t think I’ll bother moving for the rest of the evening!”

Sam got up and went to the bar to order the next round of drinks. When she got back, she remained standing, but kicked off her shoes. As she talked to us, the insides of her legs started to glisten and streams of warm pee ran down her inner thighs, past her knees and over her feet, accumulating in a patch on the carpet. Nobody apart from our group noticed what she was doing, but when Mia asked why she hadn’t sat down first, Sam said that she didn’t really want a wet seat, so thought that was the easiest and least conspicuous option.

Ellie said “I don’t really want a wet seat either, but I’m busting again”. With that, she shuffled her bottom forward to the edge of the chair and reached under her skirt, parting her pussy lips. Although I couldn’t see her under the table, it was clear what she was doing and she must have fired a fair jet because it started making a ringing noise as it hit the central metal leg of the table. “Oops!” she exclaimed and adjusted her position slightly.

“Hey! Your getting me wet!” called out Fiona. I glanced down and saw that Ellie’s stream was so strong it was reaching across the floor and splattering on the carpet in front of Fiona and Gemma, splashing up and hitting their legs. Gemma hadn’t noticed because she was wearing leggings, but Fiona’s bare legs were getting a good soaking.

“Sorry!” Ellie eased off her stream and it fell back nearer her own chair.

Julie spoke up. “OK, I need to pee, but I’m wearing trousers and they are not black like Gemma’s. I don’t think I’ll make it up the stairs again. Any bright ideas? “

Jane responded. “Yes. Why don’t you swap seats with me? If you sit in the arm chair then the arms will shield you from the sides, the back will shield you from the rest of the pub and you can slip your trousers down a bit to pee into the cushion”

“OK, that could work” came the slurred and drunken response.

“Just a sec then”, said Jane and we heard another faint hiss as Jane emptied her own bladder through her knickers into the chair. As soon as she was done, she stood up and moved out of the chair, leaving it for Julie to take.

Julie shuffled out of the bench and said “you’ve made it all wet! I can’t sit on there!”

“Sure you can. You are going to make it wet anyway, so what difference does it make?”

Julie was either too drunk or too desperate to care, so she moved to the seat and as she sat down she carefully lowered her trousers and thong so that they kept clear of the wetness and laid her jacket over her legs to hide her modesty. She sat her bottom onto the already wet cushioned seat and said “ooh, it’s quite nice – thank you for warming the seat”. Within a couple of seconds, we could hear another hissing and Julie’s face turned to a picture of relaxation.

Meanwhile, Jane sat down on the bench, but reached up under her skirt to remove her now saturated knickers. She slipped them down her legs and threw them under the bench into the corner. “I don’t want wetness” she said as she slid back and fore to dry her nether regions on the bench.

I noticed Gemma sitting up again and detected another glistening of her crotch as she unloaded another short pee into her seat. I gave her a knowing look and she said “What? If I’m peeing here anyway, there is no point in waiting until I’m desperate and being uncomfortable. Besides, my leggings were getting a bit cool, so I needed to warm them up.” Everyone laughed at this.

By now, I also really needed to pee again and although I wasn’t sure about the idea of peeing where I was, I could see that it was unlikely that Jane would be letting me get out in a hurry, having only just swapped with Julie. I decided then that my options were either to wet the seat discretely or move forward and pee on the floor. I decided on the latter, but I didn’t move far enough forward, because when I started peeing, I felt my crotch and inner thighs getting warm before the pee started to go over the edge onto the floor. It made quite a splattering and I instinctively cut the flow. I found that I quite liked the feeling of warmth and wetness between my legs and the seat was already wet at the front now, so my inebriated mind decided to through my morals out of the window and I moved backwards in the seat, making sure my skirt was out of the way before releasing the rest of my golden nectar into the waiting cushion. I kept my legs together at first and felt the pressure of the release as it played on my inner thighs and the warm liquid pooled in my legs. I spread them a bit apart and felt the small lake forming on the seat, then it trickling under my bum cheeks as it ran backwards in the seat. The tickling of the pee around my clit was actually getting me a bit hot but all too soon the flow dwindled and the pool soaked away to leave just a lovely warm damp feeling. I couldn’t help put my hand up my skirt and feel the wetness between my legs and give my clit a couple of quick flicks.

Mia was now the only one who hadn’t peed at the table, but I could see she was getting fidgety. Sam asked if she was OK and why she didn’t just pee. Mia responded “I don’t think I can pee here, but I’m absolutely bursting to go. I tried to pee in my seat but my brain won’t let me – it just seems so wrong.”

“Don’t worry” said Sam “You don’t have to pee here, but if you want to pee here then nobody is going to object.”

Mia thought for a minute. “I think I’ll go outside again”. She pushed her chair right back, got up and started stumbling for the back door, but she overbalanced and landed on her backside on the floor, her legs akimbo and her skirt riding up. Thankfully she had landed with the chair hiding her from the people at the front of the pub. She burst out laughing and her hand dived to her exposed crotch. “I can’t laugh, I need a wee!”

“Just let it go” Sam helpfully advised.

“I can’t! It’s not right” she laughed as a spurt escaped her anyway and soaked her hand. “Oh, sod it, I can’t make it outside anyway” She raised her knees up and laid back on her elbows as a little fountain escaped her pussy and arced its way onto the carpet between her feet.

She must have been desperate because it may have been a small fountain, but it lasted for over a minute and by the time she finished the carpet was soaked. Once she was done, Sam helped her back into her chair and said “There, that’s better isn’t it?”

Mia agreed but looked a little embarrassed.

We stayed there for another two hours, but nobody got up to go to the bathroom again. The only movement was that Sam went to the bar again. We saw her standing at the bar and she looked over her shoulder at us and winked. On close inspection we could see that she was peeing down her legs at the bar, leaving a nice puddle on the floor there.

Finally, we decided to call it a night and to mark the end of the evening we decided to all empty our bladders before the trip back. Susan counted down “5,4,3,2,1 Pee!” and as one combined bladder we each peed where we were until we were empty. We all got up with some difficulty tried to discretely help Julie to pull her trousers up, but I think we may have attracted a little attention as we heard a wolf whistle from somewhere further down the pub. We helped each other to the door and I felt a wandering hand of male drinker reach up my skirt as I passed by. He didn’t get to feel much, but I wonder what he thought when he realised how wet my legs were. We hoped we would get sufficiently far away before anyone spotted the mess that we’d left. The bench and chairs were soaked and the carpet was sodden in several places.

Nobody fancied their chances at getting back home, so we all decided to stick together and go and kip in the Rugby Club. We staggered down the road, thankfully not far and pretty much fell into the portacabin. We grabbed blankets from a stash that we keep there and grabbed whatever space we could on the changing room floor and fell asleep. I woke up at one point when I heard some movement. I stayed still and observed that Susan had crawled out from her blanket and moved over to the corner of the room where there is a floor drain and she was soon splattering a desperate piss onto the floor. She went back to her blanket and lay down, then from somewhere in the room, I heard a hissing sound as someone wet themselves under their blanket. I also needed a wee again, probably part of the reason I woke up. I stuffed several folds of the blanket in between my legs and relaxed whilst I lay on my back, allowing my pee to release and soak into the blanket. Finished, I spread the blanket back over me and enjoyed the warmth of the pee in contact with my body as I drifted back off to sleep.

[wetwulf 3,324]

This may be the hottest chapter in this collection, and definitely one of the hottest stories I have ever read. Well done. I really hope we see more of these girls and soon.

[steve25805 126,015]

Awesome pub pissing. :thumbsup:

If those girls frequented any pub near me, I think I'd have spent so much time drinking in there that I'd be an alcoholic by now! :biggrin:

As well as a fan of women's rugby, lol.

[Anita Bidet 79]

Mmmmmmm, very nice.... :wink::tongue: Love the imagery you painted, and the storytelling style. I'm looking forward to the next......:thumbsup::woot::x3::shy:

[corsa198 2]

Great chapter! I loved the addition of the wetting and in my opinion this was the best yet!

An option might be a team holiday/weekend away - several possibilities there I'm sure.

Keep up the great work, can't wait for the next instalment :thumbsup:

[gldenwetgoose 21,485]

I'm going to give this a bump back up the listings - one of my favourites, well written and totally believable. I like to think that somewhere it is happening for real.  Cheers @Alfresco

[Alfresco 11,627]

Thanks @gldenwetgoose  Funnily enough, I was thinking the other day about some of my old stories and wondering whether to add installments to any of them and this was one that I am considering.

 

[gldenwetgoose 21,485]

Sounds like a plan @Alfresco - maybe a ‘where are they now’ sort of sequel or spin off series. 

Is Tanya still working at the garden centre with her trusty compost bins, is Susan still club captain and hopefully their match day transport remains just as convenient.