Welcome to Kaymala

[BeneathMyWillow 825]

An idea I've had in my head for a while. I'm planning for this to be an 'anthology'-type series rather than a long-running story arc. Shoutout to @Vassal, whose great story about Lavatria was one of the inspirations for the country where the rules don't apply -- hope you don't mind me pilching your ideas ...

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Before Simon had even found his seat on the weekly plane from Copenhagen to Kaymala, he could tell it was no ordinary place he was going.

He had been stood in the queue to board the plane for what felt an age; first in the airport gate, then on the walkway, and then -- even once they'd boarded the plane -- there was a queue down the aisle as the people ahead stowed their luggage and got themselves seated. It seemed even more painfully slow than the London to Copenhagen flight before this had been to board.

Of course, this wasn't too unexpected. The handful of travel blogs he'd been able to find for the little-known nation of Kaymala had warned not to expect snap-to-it efficiency from the locals. Kaymalans tended to have a more laidback, laissez-faire attitude to life -- and, as one of the blogs had said, wasn't that the point of going?

Still, Simon's backpack was heavy, and the plane seemed uncomfortably hot. He was looking forward to sitting down.

His first sighting of one of the unique aspects of Kaymalan life occurred while he was in that queue. They had come to a standstill about a quarter of the way down the plane. In front of Simon, a middle-aged man in a chequered shirt was shifting from foot to foot in what Simon had taken to be impatience. The queue showed no sign of moving. Suddenly the man in front of Simon shrugged, turned slightly to face an empty row of seats beside him, and unfastened his flies.

Simon watched, wide-eyed, as the man peed on the floor in front of the empty seats. Piss arced forward in a clear stream, before splashing up from the hard floor and leaving damp flecks on the surrounding seats.

Noticing Simon's gaze, the man gave him a friendly nod before turning his attention back to what he was doing. As the man shook himself dry, Simon glanced around the cabin. None of the other passengers seemed at all perturbed by the man now refastening his flies in the middle of the crowded plane.

Of course, they were Kaymalans and were perfectly used to that sort of thing. This was their normal. In fact, now he was alert to it, Simon could see several of the other Kaymalans making themselves at home. Many of the other passengers had started to remove their outer clothing in the heated cabin. A few women had stripped down to their underwear, and at least one that Simon could see was naked from the waist up. A girl a few rows down was squatting to pee on the floor in front of her chair, chatting amicably with her friend as she did so. Beside Simon, a man in a business suit had booted up his laptop and was conspicuously watching porn while loosening his belt. It was as though these people were no sooner off foreign soil and into the Kaymala-owned aircraft than they couldn't wait to get back to the Kaymalan lifestyle.

Simon couldn't help but stare at these sights, even though he knew that by doing so he was singling himself out as a tourist. The peeing teenager and her friend giggled at the astonished stare he gave them as he passed. The topless woman gave him a friendly wave when he tried and failed to be surreptitious in his ogling. The flight attendant raised her eyebrows at the way he gazed at her short skirt and low top.

At last Simon reached his seat, almost at the very back of the plane. He had the window seat. The aisle seat was already taken by a blonde woman of about his own age, wearing a yellow sundress and black leggings. She stood up to let him pass, and he stowed his bag and sat down gratefully. Before she resumed her own seat, Simon was surprised to see her reach under her sundress and pull down both her leggings and panties. She folded these and pushed them inside her handbag, saying something to him in Kaymalan and laughing. Simon laughed as well, rather awkwardly. Her dress swayed as she clambered back into her seat, flashing him a brief glimpse of a shaved pussy. She either didn't notice she had flashed him or didn't care much, because she simply pulled out the in-flight magazine and started leafing through it. He turned to look out of the window, not wanting to come across as rude by staring.

The plane taxied to the runway, accelerated, and took flight. The captain's voice came over the intercom to tell us, in Kaymalan and English, that we had left Copenhagen in good time, that we would land in Kaymala in just under two hours and -- her voice took on a reassuring tone -- that Kaymalan laws were of course in effect during the flight.

Now he saw it up close, Simon noticed some of the ways this plane was set up for the Kaymalans. Each seat had its own footwell, sunk below the level of the floor, each with a sloping floor and a drain in one corner. On top of that, there was no carpet anywhere; the floors were plastic and rubber, and the seats were upholstered in leather. Even the in-flight magazine was printed on laminated paper to protect it from the damp. Simon couldn't help wondering if this wasn't a better system than the one the rest of the world used. The plane had a single toilet at the very back, but he didn't see a single person queueing outside it all flight.

The blonde girl said something else to Simon. From her tone he thought it was a question.

“I'm sorry, I don't understand,” he said.

“Oh, you speak English?” she said, switching fluidly into English herself. “Where are you from?”

“England, actually,” Simon said. “From London.”

“Ah. Wow. We don't see many from England here,” she said. “Perhaps you find us a little strange?”

Simon shrugged. “Some people do, I suppose.”

“Anyway, what I said was, mind your feet,” she said. She folded back the front of her dress, baring her pussy for all to see, and she shuffled forward to the edge of her seat. Simon watched avidly as she used two fingers to spread her lips, and directed a stream of pee with some force into the space below the seat in front of her. Her piss was yellowish in colour, and smelt quite strongly.

“To me, I think it's Europe that's strange,” she said, not taking her eyes off her stream. “So many rules.”

Her stream petered out after a few seconds. She pushed out a couple of extra spurts, then wiped herself on the front of her dress, to Simon's chagrin putting her vagina out of view again. She went back to reading through the magazine, clearly thinking nothing of what had just happened.

Simon knew that Kaymalans rarely travelled abroad. The culture of the tiny country was so unique, even compared to the rest of Scandinavia, that most Kaymalans preferred to stay within its borders. The country attracted very little tourism, perhaps for the same reasons. For Simon, though, the culture was a part of the attraction. He imagined finding a quiet beach resort, doing a spot of nude surfing, then going into a beachside bar where you could drink cocktails and piss on the floor until the sun set. Perhaps he would meet a girl at the bar, and they might find another Kaymalan way of passing the time.

Looking around the cabin now that the seatbelt signs had been turned off, Simon could certainly see how Kaymalans liked to spend two hours when they were locked in a plane. Across the aisle from him, a truly beautiful woman with lush hair and gorgeous breasts had taken off her seatbelt and knelt down to give her boyfriend head. In front, the girl he had seen peeing earlier and her friend were both moaning, each with one hand down the other's trousers. In the row behind Simon, an older couple had leant their chairs back and were screwing each other under a blanket. Simon almost laughed at the blanket -- a bizarre gesture towards privacy. And yet among all this, there were also people reading the newspapers, playing games on their phones, listening to music.

A clatter from the kitchens momentarily caught Simon's attention. Two flight attendants were busily preparing a drinks trolley to bring around. Both women had removed the uniform tops they had worn at the airport, revealing two pairs of full breasts. They now wore just gloves, boots, and their short, black skirts.

After a few minutes they seemed to finish preparing the trolley, but they didn't bring it out straight away. As Simon watched, the closest lady to him reached under her skirt with one hand. For a few seconds she seemed to fiddle about with something up there. Then a stream of urine poured straight down between her legs. She didn't bother to squat but stayed standing, leaning on the side with her free hand and keeping up an uninterrupted conversation with the other stewardess. If he only looked at her from the waist up Simon would have had no idea that she was pissing in the middle of the kitchen floor.

Once the woman had quite relieved herself, they brought the drinks trolley round. The couple behind Simon paused mid-coitus to order two glasses of wine. Simon himself ordered a coffee. The blonde woman next to him ordered the same, and also asked for some tissues.

Simon took the coffee and sipped it cautiously. He was aware of a growing burden in his own bladder, which he would probably have to take care of before they landed.

The blonde woman said something to Simon, but he didn't quite catch it -- he was distracted by the lush-haired woman across the aisle, who was now wiping her mouth and asking the stewardess for a glass of water, while her boyfriend fastened his trousers.

“What was that?” Simon asked.

“I said, how do you find Kaymalan people so far?” the blonde woman repeated.

“I like it,” Simon said. “It's very different from home, but … in a good way.”

The woman was fishing in her handbag. “Do you mind if I use this? I wouldn't ask, but since you're not Kaymalan I thought I'd check.”

She pulled a vibrator from the bag and looked at Simon questioningly. Simon was taken aback once again, and not sure how to respond. He settled for saying, “Go for it.”

She started to attend to herself, leaning back in her chair, eyes closed. Because her eyes were closed, Simon thought that there was no harm in him watching, which he did quite intently.

Before long she began to moan under her breath. Her moans mingled with the grunts and gasps coming from the other passengers, creating a strange surround-sound of pleasure, punctuated by the occasional spatter of somebody pissing on the floor. The air in the plane had taken on a distinctive smell -- not the usual plane smell of unwashed bodies and bad breath, but various flavours of urine mixed together with cum and the smell that comes from sweaty naked people.

Simon finished his coffee, still keeping one eye on the woman with the vibrator. He was damned horny, but more pressingly his bladder was feeling quite heavy now. It was time to do something about that.

The blonde woman's eyes opened. Simon turned away quickly, trying to pretend he hadn't been staring, but she only laughed.

“It's okay if you want to watch,” she said. “A Kaymalan would watch without feeling embarrassed.”

Simon cleared his throat. “I was actually wondering … do you mind if I pee here? I sort of need to go.”

At that she laughed again. “What else are you going to do, walk over to the toilet?”

“So … should I stand up, or …”

“It's up to you. Act like a Kaymalan: do whatever the fuck you want.”

Simon shrugged and unfastened his jeans. He pulled his cock out with some difficulty; he had one hell of an erection. He adjusted his position in his chair and aimed down as much as he could.

It took him a few seconds to get going. Perhaps he was shy. He had peed at urinals and sometimes in the swimming pool, but never anywhere as public as this.

Eventually it started to come. He felt a mounting pressure in his bladder, becoming a tingling feeling as it moved towards his cock. At first only a few dribbles came, but then -- he relaxed some muscles and pushed with others -- then came a proper stream. It struck the back of the chair in front and spray flew off in all directions. He could feel droplets soaking into his jeans, and was sure a similar amount must have landed on the blonde girl's bare legs. Most of his piss washed down the chair back like a waterfall. It collected in the chair pocket before pouring out through holes that had been cut in the bottom.

The blonde woman was watching through one eye, still panting as she moved the vibrator around. “You're learning quickly,” she said. “You have a good stream.”

Simon kept pushing until his bladder was empty. His stream slowed to a dribble, then stopped completely. He shook himself off and squeezed to get the last drop of pee from the end of his penis, ignoring the shiver it sent through him to touch himself in his state of arousal.

“You also have quite a stiffy there,” said the blonde girl. “Do you mind if I touch it?”

“If you like,” said Simon.

Thumbing her vibrator off, the woman reached over and wrapped one hand around his cock. Her skin was cool against his warmth. Her long fingers explored their way around his shaft, finding all the tender spots. He felt his breathing quicken, and she smirked. With her spare hand, she tucked the vibrator back into her handbag.

“I don't think we need that any more,” she said. She pushed the armrest between them out of the way, and climbed up onto his chair, so that she was sitting astride his legs, facing him. She kept one hand on his cock and used the other to lift her skirt aside, as she guided him into her.

“Let's give you a proper Kaymalan welcome,” she said, as she started to move forward and backward. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide, and Simon was sure the same must be true of him.

In what felt like no time at all Simon felt himself reach his climax. He came inside her, shooting his fluid deep inside. She continued to grind against him, and a few minutes later she came as well, letting out a gasp that turned into a moan as her body tensed against his. For a few minutes they leant against each other, panting.

The captain's voice came over the intercom to announce that she was turning the seatbelt signs back on as they began their descent. Several people groaned. The blonde woman laughed.

“I think a few people will be finishing themselves off this flight,” she said. She clambered back into her own seat, using the tissues the stewardess had given her to wipe around her vagina, his cock and the front of his trousers. “Well, thank you for that. A more enjoyable flight than I expected to have.”

“Likewise,” Simon said.

“I never asked your name, by the way.”

“It's Simon.”

“Ellen,” she said, shaking his hand. “Look me up while you're in town.”

The plane landed at the island's tiny airport, and the passengers started to file out. Ahead of Simon in the aisle he saw Ellen stop, lift her skirt and pee standing, her stream washing over the aisle's polished floor and slowly draining away. A few rows further on, he passed a man who was enthusiastically pissing over an entire row of chairs, watching the pee collect in the leather seats. At the plane doors, a topless stewardess smiled and bowed at Simon.

“Welcome to Kaymala,” she said.

Simon smiled. He was going to like it here.

[nopjans 1,147]

Truly a wonderful piece of writing! I wish I could visit such a place, and my heart races to consider future installments of this travelogue. Will future installments follow Simon on his adventure in Kaymala, or will it look in on other travelers and natives?

[new2this 125]

Ha, amazing.  I love Vassals series and this tickles the same fancy for me.  Good work.

[CON2H4 594]

Love it. I wanna see what you do next. Reminds me of Wetwulf's roommates part 8 the wet dream.

[wetwulf 3,202]

So hot! Looking forward to more.

[Vassal 1,230]

Nice! I take it as a compliment. Lavatria has also been swirling around in my head as a long time fantasy daydream. I can't wait to see more.

[new2this 125]

On 2/18/2018 at 8:04 AM, Vassal said:

Nice! I take it as a compliment. Lavatria has also been swirling around in my head as a long time fantasy daydream. I can't wait to see more.

@VassalLavatria has been swirling around in my head too.  Hope more is coming soon.  

[Vassal 1,230]

12 hours ago, new2this said:

@VassalLavatria has been swirling around in my head too.  Hope more is coming soon.  

It's in the works. Writer's block is a struggle.

[BeneathMyWillow 825]

On 13/02/2018 at 1:55 AM, nopjans said:

Truly a wonderful piece of writing! I wish I could visit such a place, and my heart races to consider future installments of this travelogue. Will future installments follow Simon on his adventure in Kaymala, or will it look in on other travelers and natives?

Thanks a lot! I might return to Simon at some point, but I'm planning to do a few with different characters -- I want to explore more situations than is really doable with one character.

[wetwulf 3,202]

3 hours ago, BeneathMyWillow said:

Thanks a lot! I might return to Simon at some point, but I'm planning to do a few with different characters -- I want to explore more situations than is really doable with one character.

I think that's a great idea. Might also prevent burn out because of the variety. 

[Alfresco 11,064]

Fantastic story and great idea.   I love the way that you write and definitely look forward to reading more.

[ndr1968pz 149]

Love these alternate reality stories when well done like this.. disbelief was definitely suspended and I felt like I was there, experiencing the action.  Really hot.  I've re read it several times and would like to see more stories about Kaymala.

[spywareonya 37,917]

@BeneathMyWillow

I loved (and fingered myself to) the second chapter because I stumbled upon it firts, but as promised I came back to read the starting point of that adventure. And I have to tell you this is crazy. This story is fantastic. I fingered to this too, and was strangely and particularly wet. I cannot wait for a third chapter, you're awsome man

[Ms. Tito 2,049]

I love this idea of a country where people are free to just pee wherever they want. Honestly I might immigrate to Kaymala....if it actually existed.

[Ms. Tito 2,049]

On 2/18/2018 at 9:04 AM, Vassal said:

Nice! I take it as a compliment. Lavatria has also been swirling around in my head as a long time fantasy daydream. I can't wait to see more.

Me too, but in the form of a Socialist/ex-Soviet republic in the middle of the Black Sea or Baltic Sea. 

[oliver2 3,955]

6 minutes ago, Ms. Tito said:

Me too, but in the form of a Socialist/ex-Soviet republic in the middle of the Black Sea or Baltic Sea. 

Plot twist: yellow sea 

[Ms. Tito 2,049]

4 minutes ago, oliver2 said:

Plot twist: yellow sea 

Lmao. 

Wait the Yellow Sea is between China and North Korea 

 

WEAST KOREA.

Edited February 27, 2020 by Ms. Tito