Sandy's Story

[wetwulf 3,198]

Being a competitive swimmer comes with its perks. The most obvious being the killer figure I get to maintain in order to be a strong swimmer. Since I was a teen, I have been an eye-catcher for a lot of guys (and a few girls). But there are other perks, as well, some I didn't learn about until I started swimming for the college team.

I vividly remember our first practice. I arrived and stepped into the locker room, feeling very much like a rookie among upper class girls who were already unpacking their duffle bags or slipping off garments. They chatted with each other as I sat my bag down on a bench near the wall. One girl, a slim brunette with short hair, smiled at me, but she did not say anything. Two other girls, both blondes, were chatting about their Economics class. The three of them were undressing and I tried to be polite and not look, as I slipped my shirt over my head.

"It's just such a long class, like ninety minutes, and the professor is uuuggggh," one girl, the one with darker blonde hair said. "I mean, I'm passing the class, but I'm trying to hard not to pass out."

The other blonde laughed. "I know, right?" She tugged her jeans down and stepped out of them, then took her panties off. "You girls want to shower before?" she asked.

"I was thinking about it," the brunette said. She was standing in her bra and panties, as she reached back to unsnap her bra. "I've got to pee first, though." She took her panties off and was standing in front of us, completely naked.

"Woah, hold on," the darker-blonde said. "New girl, Tammy. You can't just...y'know."

"Oh," Tammy said, "Sorry. Hi, I'm Tammy."

I nodded. "Sandy," I said. I was still standing in my own bra and panties.

"Brittany," the darker-blonde said.

"Penny," the blonde said, smiling and waving.

"Well, Sandy," Tammy said, "welcome to the team. Look, I really have to pee. This might shock you, or it might gross you out, but we're not shy about our bodies or what our bodies can do. How long have you been a competitive swimmer?"

"About six years," I said.

"So you know that sometimes things happen and you can't make it to the bathroom, right? I'm assuming you've peed in your suit before?"

"I have," I said, a little hesitantly.

"Well, the girls on our team hardly ever go to the bathroom during practices or during meets. It's just so much easier to just do it in your suit, right?"

"Right," I said.

"So, some of us do it because it's more convenient, and some of us... enjoy it."

"Enjoy it?" I said.

"Yes. So if that offends you or grosses you out, you might want to rethink joining this team."

"It doesn't," I said.

"Good," she said, "because I can't hold it anymore." At that, I heard a soft hissing as a clear stream of pee splashed from between Tammy's legs and dribbled down her thighs. I stared, wide-eyed as she just stood right there and peed down her legs, onto the locker room floor. Brittany just shook her head and Penny laughed as they all watched the stream dwindle to a tiny trickle. "Ohh, that's so much better. I'm ready for a shower now."

We all stripped down and stepped into the shower. After a few minutes, I heard a voice call in. "Five minutes to warm-ups, girls."

"That's Coach Jenkins," Brittany said. "She's a hardass during practice and meets, but other than that she's great." As she talked, I swore I saw a dribbling come from between her legs, as well. Her smile and a quick lick of her lips answered my question. I felt my own need creeping up, but it wasn't serious, so I decided to hold it. In spite of what Tammy said, I wasn't sure about peeing in front of these girls I just met.

After our shower, we dried off and pulled on our team bathing suits. They were dark blue one-piece suits that hugged our curves perfectly. Another perk, flattering swimwear. Even before I competed, I was never much for bikinis. I felt that one-piece suits defined the best parts of a woman, rather than allowing it to just hang out. Mine was a little snug in the top, but I managed to squeeze into it.

Brittany was right. Coach Jenkins was a hardass. Barking out commands, shouting corrections when our form was off before we even dove in, giving harsh criticism after we rose out of the water. But I felt like I was learning more about what I was doing right and what I was doing wrong. After about thirty minutes, we took a break.

We walked over to the benches next to the pool. Penny smiled and sat down beside me. Right away, I could hear a steady dripping under the bench, too heavy to just be her wet bathing suit. She sighed, opened her legs, and I could see the crotch of her suit glistening with her pee.

"I've been holding that for so long," she said.

Tammy sat on the other side of me. "So, what do you think?" she asked.

"Well, I mean, I've been on a swim team before, and coach isn't too bad."

"I mean," Tammy said, "what do you think about what I told you?"

"Umm... I guess, if that's what you all do..."

"But do you think it's something you could do?" I felt my face redden.

"I... really don't know," I said. Honestly, I had wet myself before, and enjoyed it. But I still wasn't sure if I wanted these girls to know. What if they gossiped? What if word got out to the school?"

"Look, we just don't want you to feel left out, that's all," Brittany said, kneeling on the floor between the bench and the pool. "We're teammates, if you want to be a part of the team. So we just didn't want you to be creeped out or anything and to enjoy yourself like we do." As she talked, I could hear and see a steady hissing stream tricking out of her bathing suit and splashing onto the tile floor. A puddle was widening between her legs.

"So, what? You want me to prove I'm part of the team?"

"Sort of, yes," Tammy said. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. But I think you want to." My face reddened again. "It's okay," she said. "Coach knows what we do, so you don't have to worry about that."

My bladder had been aching through all of practice. A few times, I thought about letting it out in the water, but Coach had us moving so much I didn't have a chance.

"Okay," I said. All three girls smiled and watched as I sat up. I relaxed and opened my legs just a little. I sighed as the crotch of my bathing suit filled with warm pee. It trickled out at first, and then became a steady flow that hissed through my bathing suit and splashed onto the tile floor under me. I moaned softly as my flow increased even more. I felt the familiar tingling between my legs as the warm stream of pee sprayed through my suit and soaked my thighs and the floor under me. When I finished, all three girls were smiling to show their approval.

"Welcome to the team," Tammy said.

After that, there we no bathroom breaks for anyone on our team, unless someone had to poop, of course. It was common to hear one of us sigh after we swam a few laps, or stand still before getting into the dive position and just pee down our legs. The locker room after practice became a favorite place to just unload and soak the floor, or pee down our legs in the shower. I could tell you so many other stories, but that could be for a later time.

[MrSonata 206]

That was really good. I like this scenario. Can´t hardly wait for more stories from this swim team.

[wetwulf 3,198]

That was really good. I like this scenario. Can´t hardly wait for more stories from this swim team.

That might be in the future. I really want to finish the series of the girls from the Camping Trip first.

[Bill Thane 290]

Fantastic wetwulf. Having worked at a pool Sandy was easily my favourite character from the Camping Trip, and it's great to read more about her here.

[Alfresco 11,017]

thanks wetwulf. Another excellent story. It also has lots of potential for further chapters.

[wsvoyeur 73]

Let me add my kudos WetWulf. Another fantastic story. I love how the girl don't only freely piss while they're in the pool, but in the locker room, the showers, and poolside as well. We'll done.