Another visit to the ladies

[Sophie 24,410]

It was another lovely day and while I didn't have enough time to go out and do something really interesting, I did have the chance to go for another walk, so I decided to visit the ladies again and post about it. I feel like a single visit doesn't give an accurate representation of what it's like in there. And it's nice and easy to do! I was wearing a light pink t-shirt which is probably a size too small for me and a white tennis skirt, my underwear was a pink bra and matching pink thong, complimented by little pink ankle socks. My hair was tied back in a simple ponytail. 

I had been doing small things around the house while filling up, preparing dinner, a spot of cleaning, laundry. Just enough to keep me busy and ensure I could have a relaxing afternoon. At all times I had a glass of water with me, and made sure to drink from it regularly. It wasn't long before I started feeling the need to go and this just encouraged me to keep drinking more, knowing it was actually having an effect on my bladder. 

After a couple of hours I was starting to feel really full so I grabbed my phone, stuffing it safely in my bra and put on my shoes before leaving the house. I didn't have any errands to run today so I went straight to the toilets, they were far enough away where I could have a proper walk, but still close enough that I'd be able to get there with dry knickers. I decided to go to the same place as last time, I really liked it there. The toilets were nice and clean and there was plenty of toilet roll. No graffiti either! 

I pushed open the door to the toilets and was disappointed to see they were empty. I was absolutely bursting for a wee so I would still be sitting down for some relief, but it would have been nice to have some company as well. I spent a minute looking at myself in the mirror and fixing my makeup. My eyeliner had smudged so I was looking a little like a panda in one eye. Probably from where I scratched an itch or something. 

Once I was happy with my makeup, I needed to take care of a much more important need and went into one of the stalls, choosing the middle one. I locked the door behind me and hung my handbag on the little hook and then took a step back towards the toilet, reaching up my skirt to pull down my underwear. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my thong and pulled it down to my knees as I sat, bunching my skirt around my waist so it didn't get wet.

I was sat mostly upright, leaning forward ever so slightly with my hands resting on my legs near my thong. My knees were together with my thong about an inch above them. As I started to relax and waited for my stream to start the door squeaked open and two young women walked in, laughing and talking to each other. I was so happy! They took a stall each either side of me and as they locked their doors I felt the familiar feeling of my wee about to start. 

The woman to my left was getting some toilet paper and to my right I heard the snapping of elastic against skin as I started weeing. A nice gentle flow that made a loud tinkle as it hit the water below. I quite liked that both of the women knew I was peeing next to them, and couldn't help imagine what they looked like in their respective stalls. Wondering if they were sat like me, leaning forward more, maybe even hovering.

The women started weeing almost in unison, a melody of tinkles and splashes filling the room as we all got our relief. It felt so nice to just relax and let go. I don't think I could ever be a guy, having to aim and all that. I like not having to worry about where my wee is going, as long as I'm sat down, I'm good. Especially in the morning, I'm like a zombie when I first wake up and it's likely I would pee over the seat or the floor. While I'm still waking up I don't even know what day it is, never mind where my wee is going.  I loved listening to my neighbours, fascinated by how we all sounded different. The woman to my left was peeing the hardest out of all of us, her stream hitting the water much more forcefully.  Meanwhile to my right, she wasn't really making a tinkle at all. It sounded like she was sitting much further forward, perched on the front of the seat so her wee was hitting the front of the bowl instead. A splashing sound similar to what you hear when you run the tap at the sink.

After about 15 seconds the woman to my left finished and I heard her scrunching up some toilet paper while her friend and I continued weeing. Seconds later I heard the sound of elastic again as she pulled up her underwear and then a flush, drowning out our streams. I heard the door unlock and saw her leave the stall, walking across to the sinks opposite.

The woman to my right went for about another twenty seconds and reeled off some toilet paper to wipe with. I finished only seconds after her with a slow trickle that ran off my bum and got some toilet paper as well. Wrapping it twice around my hand and tearing it off before sliding it off my fingers. I reached between my legs and wiped front to back, towards my butt, applying just a little pressure with my fingers. Once I had reached the back I simply moved my fingers away and let it drop into the water below. I got some more toilet paper, wrapping it around my fingers again and wiped off the drips on my cheek, dropping it into the toilet once I was confident I got it all. I grabbed the edge of my thong and pulled it up as I stood, my neighbour flushing next to me and leaving her stall, before smoothing my skirt and flushing too. I grabbed my handbag, unlocked the door and walked to the sinks.

The two women who just had a wee next to me were twins! Two gorgeous tall blondes with large chests and a skinny waist. They were wearing tops that exposed their tummy and short skirts, but not too short. Incredibly pretty. They were giggling to each other in the mirror while washing their hands, talking about their visit to a nightclub last night and then left, continuing their conversation outside. 

I finished washing my hands and as I was drying them the door squeaked open again. I looked to my left as a young curvy brunette strolled in wearing white skinny jeans, a tight black t-shirt and black boots , occupied by her phone. She briefly looked up at me and smiled before walking into the middle stall and locking the door behind her. I thought I'd take the opportunity to listen in on her relief and pretended to check my makeup again, looking at her feet under the door in the mirror.

I heard her unfasten her belt and a rustle of clothes, seeing the bottom of her jeans bunch up a little as she pulled them down. The beeping resumed as she continued typing on her phone and after a few seconds a really loud hissing could be heard. She was like a firehose! A smile formed on my face, astonished by how powerful this young lady's stream was, wishing I could see her in more detail. What I found equally impressive was just how long she went for. At a guess she went for at least 30-40 seconds before her stream slowed to a halt with a cute tinkle. I heard the familiar sound of toilet paper being unraveled and noticed her legs lean to one side, she was reaching behind to wipe. She stood up again, pulling up her jeans and I wondered if she was going to flush. I heard her fasten her belt and she turned around to face the toilet, a loud flush drowning out any more noise she was making. 

I decided to make my exit and left the bathroom, the door squeaking just as I heard her stall unlock. With a smile on my face I continued my walk, happy my bladder was empty, and even happier that I was able to listen to so many beautiful women emptying theirs. 

[F.W 5,734]

Just to even be able to look at the feet of a girl in a stall under the door would be amazing.You can just be fixing your make up innocently while getting a charge from the situation...You must have walked out of there pretty horny Sophie,i would have been...

[F.W 5,734]

Sophie,or any of our lovely ladies,youve got to get a picture taken inside a ladies toilets.Not of under the door of another girl,or yourself having a wee,but just of the environment etc.Maybe if no-one else in,apart one girl maybe a picture of her feet etc.Come on girls,be just naughty.Obviously,we guys cant take pictures of other guys weeing,as they are usually stood next to us,and its a bit-obvious...Anyway,nicely written Sophie.

[Guest UnabashedUser]

Hot detailed and to the point. Paints a great word picture and gets right to the meat of the matter. Yes environmental descriptions would add icing to the cake. I can imagine how heated you must be listening to gorgeous women peeing just a few feet from you as you discharge your own into the bowl. Surely you must have to relieve those pressures somehow -- either manually or with a partner. Would love to hear further about any manual release you may give yourself after these encounters, or if you've been able to hear other ladies getting off in the bathroom.