Pissing Fun at the Gym, Part 1

[steve25805 126,023]

This story is very much inspired by a similar one from Leaky_One. But I have added or altered bits to suit myself, and will take it in whatever direction I feel happy with when I get around to writing Part 2....

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My name is Amber, which is rather an apt name considering what I am going to be writing about.

I'm a fit and attractive and very curvacious blonde girl in my early 30s, with blue eyes, ample but not too large breasts and an ass that has gotten me many a male compliment. I know I look good, but it takes a little more effort now than it did ten, or even five, years ago. But since I make a living as a lingerie model for catalogues, my earning potential depends upon it. That's why I recently joined this new gym, so I could work out as much as is necessary to keep in shape.

And that's where the fun really starts. The kind of fun I'd not for a single second expected. And which I was surprised I got so much pleasure out of. My eyes have been opened.

It began one day in the changing rooms where, having just gotten out of the shower, I was starting to towel off as a prelude to getting dressed. There was one other woman in there - younger than me, perhaps in her mid-20s, raven-haired and shapely - who was undressing, before putting on her gym wear. I noticed her admiring my naked body out of the corner of her eye, which I quite enjoyed. Being bi-sexual, appreciative female attention is as welcome to me as male - as long as it is not too overtly lecherous.

But what happened next stunned me. Naked, with her gym shorts and top to hand, she suddenly lowered herself into a squat right there in front of the bench. And she started fucking pissing right there on the floor, like it was the most natural thing in the world! I couldn't believe it!

She noticed my surprise, and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry. I forgot you're not one of the regulars."

"Why? Do people do that around here? Just pee on the floor, I mean?"

"Oh sure, quite a lot do. It's just easier. And it is quite liberating to be able to just pee right here."

I was stunned but curious at how much this was turning me on. Which was a revelation to me in itself.

"What about the mess?" I asked.

"The floor is always wet anyway 'cos of women getting out of the showers and dripping water everywhere. So no one notices a bit of piss. Besides, the place gets hosed down every night anyway, so there's no problem." Her yellow piss was still hissing forth and splashing down onto the floor as she spoke.

"Doesn't anyone mind?"

"Oh, a few of the older and more prim and proper women don't really approve, but no one does it when they're around."

"What about the manageress? Won't you get banned if she catches you?"

The woman laughed, "Helen? I doubt it. She's been known to pee in here herself."

My eyes widened at this information. "Really?"

The woman's pee was finally dwindling to a halt. "Oh sure. We're quite a free-spirited bunch in here."

As she stood up - without bothering to wipe herself, I noticed - and reached for her shorts, she pointed towards the three sinks against one of the walls. "I've even seen some of the taller women standing over there and peeing in those sinks."

"No way!" We then both had a good laugh about it. Only then did we actually get around to introducing ourselves. Her name is Jennifer.

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Well, when I went home, I couldn't stop thinking about all this. And it was turning me on to think about it. And I kind of decided, that on my next visit I just had to piss on the floor myself.

I was back at the gym a couple of evenings later, with a full bladder that I'd been saving and feeling horny as fuck at the mere thought of what I was going to do. I wanted to pick my moment though. So I took my time in the shower, waiting for a moment when there was no one else in the changing room. Then I got out - naked and glistening wet - as I strode over towards one of the benches, squatting down right in front of it. Then with a loud hissing and splashing sound I was pissing right there on the floor. And I felt erotic rapture. Never before had I had such fun pissing. Never knew it could BE so much fun.

Then came disaster. I was so lost in the sheer ecstasy of the moment that I never noticed anyone walking towards the changing room and then entering. And it was one of the older disapprovers I'd been told about.

"Young lady! What on earth do you think you are doing! There are some perfectly good toilets out there!"

Like a rabbit caught in the headlights, I didn't know what to say. I stopped peeing immediately and stood up, but it was of course too late. She'd caught me in full flow.

She scowled in self-righteous indignation."You are an absolute disgrace to all the decent ladies out there! Other people have to use these changing rooms, you know! I'm going to report you to the manageress this instant!"

And with that, she turned on her heels and stormed out. "Oh shit!" I muttered. Although I'd been told the manageress had been known to pee in here too, I didn't know if that was true. I couldn't really believe it, and felt sure I was in for some serious social embarrassment and a probable ban.

I dried myself off and got dressed rather quickly, and hoped to sneak out before I could be confronted about my actions. But Helen, the petite manageress managed to intercept me.

"Amber, could you come into my office for a moment please? There is something we need to discuss."

So here it was. Total. Fucking. Embarrassment!

"It has been brought to my attention that you were peeing on the floor in the changing room? Is that true?"

I couldn't really deny it. So I nodded, bowing my head in shame.

"The woman who reported you called you - her words - a "brazen hussy", because she said you seemed to be getting a kick out of it."

I blushed deep red with embarrassment, unable to deny it.

She smiled, " So it's true."

What came next wasn't quite what I expected. Helen chuckled, "Look, it's no big deal, so don't freak out on me. I only called you in here so that silly old bat could see action being taken. I'll say I fined you and gave you a warning."

I looked up, not expecting quite such an understanding attitude. Helen continued speaking, " I know quite a few of the girls pee on the floor in there. It's no big deal."

"You don't mind?"

"Nah, we hose the place down every night anyway. I've peed on the floor in there myself sometimes. "

"Really?" So it was true!

"Yes. In fact - since according to Mrs Morality you seemed to be enjoying it so much - I'll let you into a little secret. Sometimes, me and a couple of the girls stay on for a bit after we've closed. And then the fun really starts."

I was stunned by where this was going but fascinated too. "What do you mean?"

"Well, let's just say we have a lot of fun pissing just about anywhere we like! Like in the lockers!" She laughed.

"What? You actually pee in the lockers?"

"Yes. I just take my clothes off, open one of the locker doors, stand in front of it, and start spraying my pee against the insides. It sounds fucking awesome."

I was speechless, struggling to take this in. She continued, "Not just in the changing rooms either. Last time we had a piss party here, I got up and peed on one of the tables in the canteen, whilst Clare stood peeing against the wall in the corridor."

I was struggling to comprehend what I was being told and began to suspect that I was becoming the victim of some elaborate wind up. When Helen invited me to hang around after closing so that I could join in the fun, alarm bells started going off in my head. I began to wonder if I was going to be made the butt of some cruel joke by way of punishment.

She spotted my doubts. "You don't believe me do you? Ok then...."

With a smirk she got up from her office chair and strode over towards the door, turning the key in the door to lock it. She flashed a grin at me. "I don't want us to be disturbed for the next couple of minutes".

She grabbed the chair from behind the desk and placed it out in the open, then pulled down her shorts and stepped out of them. Sitting on the front edge of the chair, she opened her legs, exposing her muff and her trimmed black pubes. I could barely believe what I was seeing.

And what happened next was just about the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Because Helen just started pissing right there on her own office carpet, softly hissing, her yellow torrent pattering down over the carpet. She looked at me as her peeing continued. "You see? You're not the only one who enjoys pissing all over the place."

Her piss torrent showed no sign of abating as the puddle grew ever larger, the carpet ever more saturated. She gazed down at her own pee cascading down for several moments, with a look of shear pleasure upon her face. Then she flashed a grin at me, still pissing away. "I'm ruining this fucking carpet. But right now, I don't care!"

She carried on peeing for at least another half minute, creating what ultimately became a massive puddle, the centre of which was so sodden that a lake of pee had formed upon the carpet, only slowly soaking in. When done, she laughed, "I wonder what the morality police would think of that."

Well that was it. I accepted the invitation to hang around until after closing time. Looked like I might have the most fun I'd ever had.

[wetwulf 3,324]

Hot story, man. I await the next installment.

[daemoniak 614]

Oh! Is this inspired by Leaky One's "Pissing at the Local Gym"? The premise is very similar. I always loved the scene of Rachel, the gym manager, demonstrating in her office.

I have the two chapters of Leaky One stories so I could repost them here, but it's a bit disappointed when they end. If you are planning on dusting them off and carrying on, I am very much looking forward to further instalments!

[steve25805 126,023]

When I am in the right mental zone I do plan to continue. And of course, my story was in many ways a retelling of the Leaky_One story, but with my own touch.

Leaky_One remains unsurpassed when it comes to naughty pissing stories. I rarely ever get quite as much positive feedback as I do when I re-write one of hers. I think she had an awesomely outstanding erotic imagination in combination with a sheer simplicity of concept - girls having fun pissing all over the place - which has rarely ever been matched by anyone and surpassed by no one.

She still sits a notch above the rest of us who write in her shadow, inspired by her example but never quite able to rise to the same pinnacle.

Wouldn't it be awesome if she returned to the world of erotic pee story writing? And did so here, on this very forum with a succession of new stories?

[Alfresco 11,631]

Thanks Steve, a great version of the story. I look forward to seeing where you take it.

Gyms and fitness centres are great places for pee fun. I have peed on the floor in the changing room, in the showers, in the steam room, sauna, jacuzzi and swimming pool. I have even let small amounts out in the gym itself e.g. near the water cooler whilst filling my water bottle.

[daemoniak 614]

I actually analysed Leaky One's stories when I started writing my own to find out what made them so great. Her imagination is obviously varied, as she has many different scenarios (varying locations and characters' dynamics), but in the end I think the element that drove my admiration the most was the description of the act.

In her stories, the act of peeing is described at length and in depth; it usually covers several paragraphs! She usually glosses over a lot of points about the scenarios, a quick setup, briefly presenting the characters, but when she describes the act of peeing she takes her time and it really let me immerse myself and play the scene in my head.

She will describe all the steps of the pee: the initial urge, the decision to act, the slow/fast start-up, the actual pee, the finish, the escape and the reminiscing. She will also take the time to cover not only the actions but also the feeling of the character at each and every step. And she'll write really detailed accounts of each step, taking care to use finely chiselled words that match exactly the situation (rather than just "her piss", she'll qualify the color, strength, shape, ...).

[paul66 171]

@damoniak : that was a secret....not all people climb through, why ... the stories of leaky are soo arousal, now for sure several people try to write "such" stories...hmm not soo god I find, hold the secret, .. hmm and write would be better ;-)