Neighbors Part 1

[Plumage81 27]

My first post on a fetish site. I am a lengthy writer, so prepare for boredom. Please give me feedback if you like it though.

Part 1

Amanda was an ordinary girl that did her best to stay, well ordinary. She lived in a small town outside of the city, in a fairly nice neighborhood. Her house was two story, with neighboring houses on the right and left. Behind the backyard fence was an open field of tall grasses and a forest about a mile further. Amanda was reluctant at first, thinking of the possible wildlife encounters, but with no other options she had to take it. Now she does not regret her decision at all, as she found a trail through the field and through the forest which she uses as her workout routine, giving her a sense of freedom.

Amanda, 35 and blonde with D cups and a matching ass size, works at a big tech company, making less than her degree permits but she still loves her job (Her best friend Brianna ensures that she stays there with her). 

Amanda knew her neighbor to the right, also a single woman in her mid forties named Jill. They enjoyed morning chats before heading to work or they might have some tea together on the weekends. On the left however, the recent tenants moved out two weeks after Amanda moved in, the reason being that the couple who lived there retired and thus left. Now, the house has been dormant for some time, a pool and gazebo in the backyard. The house was up kept by the realtor who never could sell the house. 

Now in the present day, Amanda woke up to her alarm at 8:30, ready to begin her daily routine. She threw off her sheets, exposing her naked body to the cool air of the dark blue room. She stood up and stretched as she walked into the bathroom, where she sat on the toilet next to the tub. She sighed and released a huge gushing stream into the water. She continued to piss her thick stream for a whole 2 minutes, after which it dwindled down and came to a stop. She wiped and flushed, throwing on her bathrobe to go downstairs for some breakfast.

Amanda's bladder was a unique one. She was always drinking something, whether it be her jug of coffee at work or a gallon of water, she gulped down at least 6L a day. This was a heathy habit indeed, but when she has to pee, she could literally replace a fire hose. Her mother noticed Amanda's high liquid consumption at a young age, so she forewent potty training and let the girl run around their farm naked from the waist down. "A human spigot" is what she would call her, as Amanda played on the barn and never stopped, only which to drink some water or juice. Then she would run and play, squatting to pee wherever she was every half hour. This lasted only until she realized her age and grew out of it, using the toilet like all the other girls at school.

Amanda ate her breakfast, drank a tall glass of water in effortless gulps, and headed back upstairs to get ready for work. She showered and got dressed in business suit, with slight cleavage in view of any who so much as glanced at her chest and pants that kinda hid her ass. She grabbed her purse and keys and headed out the door and to her car. She then saw to her left a moving truck in the empty house's driveway. Jill was also outside observing the vehicle.

"Finally she sold it!" said Jill.

"I know right, now we'll have people actually living there and not just some spiders and roaches." Amanda replied.

"I'd take people over roaches and spiders any day." 

"Amen girlfriend"

With that, they said goodbye and Amanda drove into city for a day full of work. She pulled into the parking garage and parked in her usual spot next to the door that connected to the building. She sat at her desk for about 4 hours, writing and browsing on her desktop; This was her usual work routine. She started to feel her bladder start to fill to the top at around 5 hours in, right before break time, when she would empty her bladder in the staff lounge bathroom. Again, she would drain herself completely, filling the toilet halfway. She filled her 2L jug of coffee and returned to work. She longed for a promotion from cubicle work and was striving to impress her boss, but the floor manager was a stickler and hard to be impressed. So, she finished 5 more hours later and walked out to her car and drove back home. 

Amanda didn't usually have a problem holding in her torrents of pee and could last for long periods of time. The commute home was about 20 minutes without traffic, an easy ride to her comfortable neighborhood. She again returned to see the moving van in the driveway and a car parked across the street. Amanda smiled at the thought of a new neighbor, and headed inside. She felt her bladder pressure, nothing she couldn't handle, and ignored it, putting her keys and purse on the kitchen counter by the front door. She threw some leftovers in the microwave for dinner, ate, and then went upstairs to shower again after work. After getting undressed, she strode to the shower and passed the toilet. She stepped in and turned on the water. Amanda never really got out of the habit of peeing in the shower and made it part of her routine. She waited for the water to warm up and then simply let go. Well, not simply of course because of her huge bladder. She stood under the water rinsing off her sweat and under her pert boobs, all the while pee spraying wildly down her legs and onto the floor, falling down the drain. This was her biggest pee of the day and she relished it as a little remembrance of her childhood freedom. She peed and peed for a very long while, and she washed her hair and upper body before she was even close to being done. She finished and felt almost 2 pounds lighter from her piss. She washed up and dryed off, put on her bathrobe, and went downstairs to watch some TV. Then, after gulping down two more glasses of water, she headed back upstairs to her room and hung her bathrobe up and went to bed. Her parents raised her with this habit, saying it was easier in case she wet the bed, not wetting her clothes. She never broke the habit and enjoyed her sleep while naked.

[daemoniak 593]

Nice introduction. Given her upbringing I am looking forward to her "adventures".

If I may give a piece of advice: please post each part in a dedicated thread, so that it doesn't end up burried in the comments.

Edited March 5, 2017 by daemoniak

[Plumage81 27]

You're right I'll remember that thanks. This will be the dedicated thread then.

Edited March 5, 2017 by Plumage81

[wetwulf 3,218]

2 hours ago, daemoniak said:

Nice introduction. Given her upbringing I am looking forward to her "adventures".

If I may give a piece of advice: please post each part in a dedicated thread, so that it doesn't end up burried in the comments.

Same here, given her upbringing and the fact that she's a "human spigot." Also looking forward to seeing the new neighbors.

[steve25805 122,108]

Nice first story. And plenty of scope for pissing all over the place.

Good to see new writers starting to contribute great naughty peeing stories, which this forum is very much number one for.

 

[David Jarrell 22]

I can't wait for part two!  I really loved the bladder capacity angle.  I love the idea of a woman being able to pee like a firehose ("spigot" was a brilliant nickname) for long periods of time, even of the volume is a bit unrealistic.  It is a good use of "suspension of disbelief."  :D 

[Plumage81 27]

Aight I'm loving all these comments guys I'm writing the second story whenever I have time in between school and work so stay tuned

[Plumage81 27]

Here's the new heat guys!!! Give me more replies!!!

Part 2: New Neighbor

Amanda carried out the week with efficiency and hard work, striving for that promotion. Again, her efforts were fruitless as her floor manager simply ignored her as usual. She loathed him for it and almost lost her self control once but her reserved attitude held her back. On the bright side, she heard that he would be leaving in a few weeks to transfer sites, meaning a new floor manager would be hired. "I sure hope its a woman," Amanda thought to herself.

Friday swung around in an instant, bringing the work week to a close. Amanda closed down her cubicle and left the building in her small sports car. As expected, traffic was stretched across the bridge from the mass of commuters such as herself. She was not caught off guard however, and neither was her bladder, even though she drank a liter of water before she left work. She sat in traffic, heater on as the wind had hit her with a cold, hard blast after leaving the building. She was wearing button up and tight skirt that at least covered her thighs, providing little warmth. The traffic slugged on, sometimes stilling for 5 minutes at a time. As she crossed over the bridge's median, she admired the great view of the city behind her, and the great forest mountain range in her front, which reminded her of Brianna's camping trip she had embarked on with her boyfriend for the weekend, leaving Amanda to fend for herself.

The traffic never sped up as she finally reached the far end of the bridge and she began to feel a small but unnoticeable twinge in her bladder. She ignored it and sure enough when she reached the tunnel the lanes grew from 2 to 5 and she made her way home. She was in no rush as she had no plans to go out, especially because of the low temperature. She pulled up into her driveway and turned her car off and picked up her phone and sat in the vehicle's warmth while checking her social media and texts. She heard a car sound outside and saw an expensive silver car pull up into the driveway of the house to the left. The garage door opened and the car pulled in and the door closed shut. Amanda pondered happily the fact that she had a new neighbor and gathered her things and headed inside. She locked the door behind her and piled her stuff on the counter. She sat down at the kitchen table and opened her laptop and decided what food she should have delivered when all of a sudden she felt a cool breeze and looked in the kitchen, realizing she had left the window open, she kicked off her heels under the table and walked over to the window, and was about to close it when she heard a door open. She knew it wasn't her own and realized it came from the house on the left. Next she heard footsteps, and then she decided to get a closer look. She went upstairs to her bedroom window which overlooked her backyard as well as some of her new neighbor's yard. She saw the pool and well kept lawn, along with the freshly painted gazebo. Then from under the gazebo came a woman, and from what Amanda could see she was a curvy, brown-haired, pale skinned woman that was about her height. She was wearing a button up that showed off her noting cleavage and her pants hugged her wide hips. As she came into clearer view, Amanda was able to see the woman's face, appearing to be around 35 years old with brown eyes and small lips. She was talking on the phone, Amanda could hear her voice, but there was a sense of urgency in it. Amanda then noticed that as the woman kept walking out into her yard that she was doing a slight dance.....a pee dance! "Why is she pee dancing in the middle of her backyard? Why not just go use the toilet?" Amanda watched as the woman started pacing back and forth across the path that connected the patio across the lawn to the garden area near the back fence, the woman now showing facial signs of urgency. Amanda watched the woman pace for 5 minutes and then the woman did something that made Amanda shiver with excitement and surprise. The lady, holding her phone in her shoulder, ran over to the chair on the patio and began to unbuckle her pants. She looked around, seeing if anyone was spying into her backyard, glancing up at Amanda's house, and Amanda quickly moved out of view. Amanda moved back into the window next to her bed and watched the woman continue to unzip her pants, pull them down and then with one more glance around, pull down her black panties and toss them both on the outdoor couch behind her. Then Amanda watched in awe as the woman resumed pacing on the path in the middle of her yard wearing her button up and heels but no pants, exposing her bare, smooth ass and a small kept patch of brown hair above her privates which she now grasped with one hand tightly. Amanda, watching this woman's actions now understood that the woman was holding herself on purpose, giving Amanda a mental wave of excitement, amazement, and an arousing feeling. All of these things seemed to trigger an unexpected wave of desperation that hit Amanda out of nowhere. Amanda had completely forgot of her own bladder but had just been reminded by seeing this woman hold her pee for so long. Amanda put her hand in her crotch to prevent any leaking, returning her gaze back to the show nextdoor. The woman had ended her phone call and was now in full desperation mode, both hands clutching her crotch as her dance turned into jogging in place as she looked around her yard. Amanda in seeing this, felt her own desperation rise and she stood up from the chair she was sitting in and put both hands on her own crotch. She watched as the woman stopped pacing suddenly as began looking around frantically as if to find somewhere to pee. Amanda watched and her desperation grew in tandem with her new neighbor's. The woman was bouncing from heel to heel, her breathing now audible to Amanda through the screen window. The woman let out a squeal and froze suddenly, her face showing her trying to fight off a huge wave of desperation, but it was too much. She released her grip and quickly spread her legs shoulder-width, unleashing a huge torrent of clear piss falling from her pussy as she put her hands on her hips and threw her head back in satisfaction. She stood there kept pissing, the thick stream shooting down in front of her landing on the patio floor, with no signs of slowing. Amanda watched this all happen and almost lost control of her own bladder. She put more effort into holding her own river by crossing her legs. Amanda watched with her mouth still open in awe as the woman peed there for a good 4 minutes, her thick stream of clear liquid showing no signs of waning. After another minute though, the woman pushed the last of her flow out with a final gush, and a few more small squirts to bring her pee to an end. She shook her coochie and her heels, then walked over to the couch and grabbed her things and proceeded back inside. 

Amanda tried to assess what just happened as she gazed at the huge puddle the woman made, which looked as if someone had just hosed down the patio. Seeing the woman pee outdoors made Amanda remember her old self; Broken memories that were beginning to be pieced back together. She remembered one day how her mother had invited a friend over for tea and as they all sat out in the backyard surrounded by the tall oak trees, 8 year old Amanda announced that she had to pee. Her mother's friend took a sip from her tea and smiled "me too" and then her mother also said she had to go. They both got up and walked over to the tree nearby, but Amanda had ran to the back porch to take her pants and panties off. She ran back over and the woman turned around and seemed surprised at Amanda's nudity, putting Amanda off a little. Then the woman smiled and said "Now why didn't I think of that!" with that she pulled off her boots, pulled off her jeans and panties in one move and then stepped back into her boots. She hung up her pants on a branch and said "Now whenever I need to pee, I can just go without having to hassle or ruin my jeans!" Amanda giggled with joy and her mother followed suit, the three of them squatting under the tree and peeing. The rest of the day the three of them had fun being half naked, drinking tea and peeing wherever and whenever they had to, Amanda leading the way. Amanda would run around and play with the animals, leaving little puddles everywhere she went while the women chatted and watched her go. Whenever they needed they would either squat where they were or they would stand with legs spread apart and release there thick streams into the soft soil. The day ended and as they were saying goodbye, Amanda would never forget her mother's friend's words: " Don't ever lose this free spirit of yours. It's rare. When you grow up, remember this day and you will remember your freedom."

Amanda felt a deep emotional wave rush over her combined with another wave of desperation. She wanted to have a sob session but had no time, as her desperation began to go code red and she had to start her pee dance. She began to make her way into the bathroom but something stopped her; a powerful and deep mental force prevented her from using the toilet. Instead she backed out and ran downstairs; at this point her mind was guiding her. She looked around frantically, her eyes falling on her backyard through the big glass backdoor. Her backyard used to have a lawn beyond the grey patio, but with her water bill being so high, she had cut off her sprinklers. The grass was now just patches of yellow and dry areas and dirt. She did have a small garden off to the side yard which she kept very well and liked to grow veggies, herbs, and flowers. Fir trees bordered the fence, giving her lots of privacy. Her backyard was beautiful in all but the lawn.

Amanda had no idea what she was doing.  All her values, self training and former shame did not stop her from putting on her old fur boots and going out through the door. The wind chilled her slightly, she was still wearing her button up and skirt. She walked over to the circle table in the middle of the yard where she and Jill sat in the cushioned chairs and had tea together. Then she crossed her legs and looked around frantically as if to find people spying into her yard. She looked Jill's house up and down, knowing she was still at work. The sun was beginning to set behind the hills behind her house beyond, the warmth disappearing in suit. Amanda's nipples became hardened and a breeze hit her pussy, causing her to wince in pain. She had to go....NOW! She quickly looked over the new neighbor's house and with satisfaction, she stood up from the chair and undid the belt buckle and felt a release of pressure, but not enough release. She then squirmed and pulled down the tight skirt around her thighs and then stepped out of it and placed it on the table. Then she pulled down her black lace panties, exposing her small triangle of hair above her pussy. She threw the panties on the table as well and resumed her pee dance. 

As she hopped she was then faced with the decision of where to pee. She looked around her yard at the tall trees and the patchy dirt lawn. She remembered then as another wave hit her that Jill was coming over in the morning, so she couldn't risk using the patio. The wave of desperation proved to be just about the last one Amanda could endure without leaking through her hands, increasing her urgency to find a spot. She then decided to use the dirt. As she began to hustle over, her mind briefly made her feel like rushing back inside, back to the confinement of the toilet, but Amanda ignored it and thought to herself, "This is the beginning of the new me!" and with that she reached the dirt and just as she stopped she felt a final wave wash over her bladder and surrendered herself to its power. She spread her legs apart and removed her hands unleashing the waterfall of pee that was held up for so long in her bladder. She breathed slowly as the torrent of clear liquid cascaded down from her neat muff and fell in a muddy pool that just kept growing and growing. Amanda sighed in huge relief and looked down at her pissing pussy. Dribbles of pee ran down her legs which made her squat lower, increasing her power and splash in the puddle. She remained like this, darkness falling in the sky but with light from her back porch, pissing for almost 4 minutes which felt like an eternity to her. As her puddle grew the flow now going in random directions on the bare terrain, her stream began to diminish and her piss came to dripping end. She shook her muff wiped a few drops with her hand and walked around her lake of pee to the table. Instead of putting her lower garments back on she left them off and picked them up and headed back inside to the kitchen. The freedom of pissing filled her head and after such a long and relaxing pee she needed to rehydrate. So, she filled her jumbo soda cup she got from the movies and drank it down, then refilled it and gulped that down. She wanted to have another experience like this one to usher in her new lifestyle, so she filled the cup back up and drank about half until she felt her limit. Then she strode back past the backdoor to take her boots off and went upstairs the warmth starting to seep back into her as she walked up the stairs her big ass on display she showered quickly, foregoing her routine piss which had just been taken care of. She dried off and put a towel on her head and headed downstairs in the nude. She quickly microwaved dinner and sat down on the couch to watch a movie. She ate quickly and took off her head towel to let her hair dry. About halfway through the movie, she began to feel the twinge. She didn't budge as her holding strength had somehow increased from her experience out back. The movie rolled on and Amanda started to feel tired and yawned. The movie's suspense rose briefly, waking her bladder and signaled her that action was going to be needed. She was tired and very comfortable on the couch but the need to pee prevented her from falling asleep, so she began to think of where to carry out her toilet. She  decided to just go outside and see where would be a good place to go. She threw on her bathrobe over her naked body and walked outside into the calm but chilly night. There was less of the breeze from earlier. Amanda looked up at Jill's house and saw her figure in the window, her back turned to Amanda's yard. Then she shut her curtains, failing to see Amanda barefoot in her robe standing in her yard. Amanda the calmly looked around and looked for another spot. She then saw the big patch of  weeds that stretched out in front of the back fence. But she ruled that out because she forgot shoes and had to find an area safe for her feet. She then spied the side yard with the grey path that led to the fence on the right side of the house, next to her new neighbor's gate and her own. She strode down the side, which was filled with stones that served as ground cover. She  looked around again, but was too tired to care anymore. She stepped onto the bed of smooth stones and opened her robe standing with her full front on display. She then squatted down, releasing her stream that didn't have the force her earlier one did but still surged out from her muff in a clear and thick flow that hit the rocks below her and began to flow down the small incline to the patio. She relaxed and did not focus on her toilet as she faced the side of her fence naked and pissing in her rock bed. She peed only half of what she drank and her pee came to a stop, releasing some excess streams as she stood up. She put her hands in her pockets and walked back to the backdoor without covering back up. Before she went inside, she felt a small bit of pee still in her  and simply faced the yard and pissed a final gush onto the patio before closing the door and heading up to bed.

[nopjans 1,151]

This is an amazing story. I don't know how the mods feel, but you should consider reposting part 2 in its own thread. This great work might be getting lost and overlooked in this one.

[Plumage81 27]

I'll post part 3 in its own thread I guess then since part 2 is already here.

[David Jarrell 22]

Still very much enjoying this story.  Anticipating part 3!  Many thanks :)  

[Bigd40 124]

I love the idea of women pissing in the shower and outside in their own back yards like most of us guys do. Great story. Definitely post new parts in their own thread though so people don't miss them. Keep up the good work.