Kaymalan Nightlife

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

This is a story set in the 'Kaymala' world -- you should be able to read these in any order, but if interested the first episode is here, and the introduction of these characters is here.

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Camille had been in Kaymala a few days, and she thought she was starting to get a grasp on how the place worked. The Scandinavian island nation had a unique culture. A lot of the rules that most other cultures had developed around sex, nudity and urination just weren't followed by Kaymalans.

However, that wasn't to say that Kaymala didn't have its own set of rules; they were just different. For instance, it was considered perfectly acceptable to be naked on the streets and on public transport, and it was common for people to stop for a piss where they stood or sat. On the other hand most workplaces insisted their staff wore clothes to work, and peeing at one's desk was generally frowned on.

In some cases, the rules seemed to depend on how classy a joint you were in. In the city's many coffee shops clothes were as optional as they were on the streets, and it wasn't uncommon to see someone taking a quick leak under the table before they left.

However, when Camille's friends Ingrid and Olivia had taken her out to a fancy restaurant, everyone in the place had been fully dressed, and quite modestly so. Peeing at the table, Camille's friends had warned her, was quite out of the question. Instead, she followed a sign down a corridor that was hidden by a screen from the main restaurant, where she found an elderly patron in a suit pissing grumpily against the wall. It turned out that the bathroom was out of order, with a sign on the door saying, “Please use the corridor, which will be mopped by a member of staff.” Ingrid later explained that no-one in the restaurant had a problem with pissing in public -- they were Kaymalan, after all -- but some people thought it was rather unrefined to piss in the same place one was eating.

Tonight, the club that they were going to promised to be a dive, which suited Camille just fine. She wanted to see the free, uninhibited side of the culture, and this promised to be a great place for it. Six people from the hostel, three girls and three guys, made their way down to the club. Olivia led the way to the place, which was hidden away down a back street not far from the city centre, and they joined the queue outside. The crowd was mostly young people in their early or mid twenties. Some wore tight clothes and short skirts, others had put on jackets against the chilly evening. A few brave people were already naked, with goose-pimpled flesh and hard nipples from the cold. So many drunk Kaymalans in one place could hardly be expected to hold their water; men turned to piss against the wall or out into the street, while women peed where they stood or squatted on the ground. The cobbled street was soon swimming in pee.

At long last Camille and her friends reached the doors and paid to go in. They paused at the cloakroom to leave coats and bags. Camille and Olivia handed their jackets in. Camille was wearing a red dress that she rather liked, with a short hemline and a way of hanging that made it cling to her boobs. Olivia paused inside the door to roll up the hem of her green dress until it was above her waist, leaving her shaven, pierced pussy on display. Ingrid, who had worn a long black coat down from the hostel, unfastened it now to reveal, unsurprisingly to those who knew her, that she was wearing nothing at all underneath except for her boots. She handed her coat in at the desk, and the group moved through to the dance floor.

The place was packed with people in various states of undress. Quite a few in the crowd were naked, and of the ones who were dressed a reasonable number of those where were dressed had pulled their clothes aside in revealing ways, rolling up their dresses or rolling down their tops or opening their trousers to let their cocks hang out. In the pulsing strobe lights, Camille could see boobs, pussies and cocks everywhere. One woman wore a skirt that was parted right down the middle to reveal her trim vagina. On a raised stage at the far end of the room, several naked people were dancing on poles, while a crowd watched and masturbated openly.

The floor was soaking wet, and certainly with more than just spilled drinks. A few feet away from Camille, a guy was peeing casually onto the dance floor, swaying in time with the music, nearby dancers stepping carefully around his stream. Looking further into the crowd, Camille could see that he wasn't the only one. She felt a tingle of excitement rising inside her, and let a spurt of her own piss out into her panties, squirming at the warmth as it spread around her sensitive areas. She had to fight to keep herself from massaging her clit by hand -- but there would be plenty going on there before the night was out.

Marco, one of the guys in the group, disappeared almost as soon as they were inside the club, slinking off with a girl he had been chatting up in the queue. The rest of them moved out together, and for a while they danced as a close group. Camille eyed the new guy, Simon, who had arrived in Kaymala just that day. She wondered about screwing him. He seemed to be astonished at everything going on around them, and he stared at every pair of tits that came near the group -- he looked pretty gormless, really. Camille thought perhaps she would wait for somebody else to try him and see if he was any good.

Not far off, Camille could see Marco dancing with the girl he had met outside, their hands all over each other. He had already undone a couple of the buttons on the back of her dress, and Camille guessed it wouldn't be long before they were screwing properly. The girl was in for a treat, Camille thought. Camille had fucked Marco the first day she arrived, and the man was … experienced, to say the least.

Camille's own eyes kept being drawn to Olivia, who was dancing next to Simon, and particularly to her bare pussy and the silver stud that glinted in the flashing lights. More than anyone else present, she really wanted to feel that pussy against hers, interlocked with her, to have Olivia's cute body pressed up close to her -- but Olivia didn't seem interested in Camille, or in any woman as far as Camille knew.

After a few minutes Ingrid announced she was going for drinks, and Camille volunteered to go with her. Olivia and Christopher asked for vodka and cokes, and Simon asked for a beer.

They joined the crowd around the bar, moving slowly forwards. Camille and Ingrid passed the time by pointing out cute guys and girls to each other. Camille particularly liked the look of one guy who stood a places away from them in the queue, blond with a bit of stubble. Like some men in the club did, he had unfastened his trousers so that his cock and balls were hanging out. He stood with his arm around a girl; probably a long-term couple, Camille thought. Perhaps he overheard Ingrid and Camille talking about him, or noticed them looking, because he glanced in their direction and seemed to give them a sly smile, which made Camille giggle.

They reached the bar and Ingrid gave a deep sigh. “I'm gonna pee,” she said, and, sure enough, she started to pee, pulling on her vulva to angle her stream forwards against the front of the bar. Glancing around, Ingrid saw that a couple of other people along the bar were also taking the opportunity to piss against it -- one guy was even doing so while giving his drinks order. A line of drains along the floor in front of the bar suggested that this wasn't uncommon.

“Why do people pee against the bar here?” Camille said.

Ingrid, still pissing with full force, shrugged one shoulder. “People like to piss against something, I guess,” she said. “Guys especially, but girls too.”

Camille found it fascinating the places that Kaymalans preferred to piss, when given leave to piss anywhere they wanted.

She needed to pee as well, so she concentrated, and let her own piss start to flow into her panties. She had never been able to pee forwards like Ingrid did, but she preferred her way in any case. Peeing into her clothes meant she could feel the warmth around her, and could feel the trickles running down her legs. She shuddered with pleasure, her hand almost unconsciously going down to her pussy.

Ingrid nudged Camille and pointed to the closest bartender, who was serving the cute guy they had been eyeing. Camille leaned forward to see what Ingrid meant. The bartender was pissing wildly, using one hand to hold his cock but doing little to keep the spray under control, while simultaneously pouring a beer with his other hand.

“Impressive, isn't it?” Ingrid said.

The bartender finished serving the cute guy, shook his penis off and put it away, then turned to Ingrid and Camille. Ingrid gave him their order. He didn't move to serve them immediately, but eyed Ingrid for a second.

“Free drinks for a feel of those?” he said, nodding towards Ingrid's chest.

Ingrid laughed. “Fuck off,” she said. “My tits aren't bartering chips.”

“All right, just thought I'd ask,” the bartender said. This was one of the rules Kaymalans were very clear on: it was important to ask, and to accept when somebody said no.

“What about your friend?” the bartender added. “She looks like she's got a good pair on her.”

Ingrid looked at Camille, who shrugged. “Why not?” she said. She moved forward, sliding her dress straps off her shoulders. Her dress fell down as far as her waist, revealing her boobs to the world. The bartender leant across the bar, and took one in each of his hands and gave them a gentle squeeze.

“Just what I thought,” he said. “I like a big, firm pair. What was your order?”

While he went to pour the drinks, Camille saw the cute, blond guy she had been ogling earlier now staring at her. Their eyes met, and he smiled. He said something to his girlfriend, who laughed, and then he took his arm from around her and moved towards Camille.

“I've got to say,” he said, still looking at her boobs, “you must attract a lot of guys with those.”

It was a very Kaymalan compliment, and Camille wasn't sure how to respond, but she settled on saying, “Not too many yet.”

“See you later, Camille,” said Ingrid, gathering up their drinks from the bar and slipping away.

The guy briefly held up his wrist to show Camille his purple wristband, and Camille showed him hers. The wristbands were colour coded by how long ago the wearer had had a check-up; an important measure in a place like Kaymala.

The guy started to run his fingers over Camille's breasts, gently caressing at first, then starting to squeeze. His cock, hanging loose out of the front of his trousers, hardened up. Camille reached out to grab it, enjoying the way it felt in her hands.

One of the guy's hands moved down Camille's body to the hem of her dress, then slipped up inside. If he was surprised to feel her panties soaked with piss he didn't show it. He pulled her panties down until they fell to her feet, and Camille kicked them away into the crowd. Then he lifted the front of her dress and eased himself into her, pushing her back against the bar. Camille felt a ripple of pleasure run through her body. The man was a good fit. He started to thrust against Camille, each movement making her gasp.

As she shuddered, Camille stared over the guy's shoulder towards the dancers. Across the room was a raised stage where a group of naked women and men danced around poles. A small crowd gathered to watch, many of them openly wanking themselves off or fingering each other. Camille lost herself in watching the beautiful dancers while her Kaymalan guy did his work on her.

Camille saw somebody from the crowd climbing up on stage to take one of the empty poles. With a start, she recognised her friend Olivia. Olivia had somehow lost her dress completely, and was naked except for her heels. Piercings on her nipples and vagina glinted in the strobe lighting. The girl clearly knew how to pole dance, moving in ways that made it look like she was levitating. Watching her friend, Camille groaned and moved herself faster against the Kaymalan guy. The ripples of pleasure came closer and closer together, and quickly she felt an orgasm break over her. She moaned, drawing smirks from a couple of the people stood in the queue for drinks.

The guy came not long after, shooting his load deep inside her. He pulled himself out of her. “Thanks,” he said, and slipped away through the crowd.

For a few seconds, Camille leant against the bar, panting. There was cum running down her leg. She wiped it off with the hem of her dress. The people queueing at the bar seemed for the most part ignored her and what had just happened. People screwed here all the time, after all, so there was nothing unusual about it.

Camille bought another drink and made her way through the crowd in the direction Ingrid had gone. She caught up with the girl dancing with a man, him cupping her bare ass and her with her hands down his trousers. Seeing Camille though, Ingrid muttered something to the man and pulled away from him.

“Don't let me interrupt you,” Camille said, though the man was already moving away.

Ingrid shrugged. “I wasn't going to fuck him anyway,” she said. “Good-looking, but he didn't have much down there. Have you seen --”

“Olivia?” Camille said, looking again towards the pole-dancing stage where Olivia was still holding her audience. “She's pretty hot.”

“So hot,” Ingrid said, looking in the same direction. “I didn't know she could dance. I guess she comes here a lot.”

“Where'd everyone else go?” Camille asked.

“Hooked up,” Ingrid said. “Simon's just sat over there.” She gestured at a table on the edge of the dance floor, where Simon was sat, being fellated by a blonde woman in a yellow dress.

“Apparently they met on the flight here,” Ingrid added. “Boy's making himself at home quickly. And Chris went off with some guy, I didn't see where. Want to dance?”

They wrapped their arms around each other and danced close, Ingrid's naked body against Camille's clothed one. Ingrid's hands went to cup Camille's backside, and she smirked.

“You've taken your underwear off, Camille,” she said. “I guess you hit it off with our friend at the bar then? Was he good?”

Camille shrugged. “He was fine. I wouldn't say he was anything special.”

“Most people are fine,” Ingrid said with a chuckle. “It's good when you get an exceptional fuck, but it can be hard to tell who will be.”

Camille turned to watch Olivia on the stage again. “She's so fine. I really want to fuck her, you know?”

“I know what you mean,” Ingrid said.

They watched as Olivia finished her routine. She ended halfway up the pole, suspended by her arms while her legs were splayed out towards the crowd. Her gaggle of onlookers cheered and whooped. Then, still holding that position, Olivia started to pee, spraying piss out over the onlookers, who cheered harder than ever.

“Oh my god,” Camille said.

“I want to fuck her so bad,” Ingrid said.

“I'm so horny right now,” Camille said.

Ingrid shifted position, dancing even closer to Camille. Their boobs were pressed up against each other now, their legs interlocked through the fabric of Camille's dress. Through the fabric, Camille could feel Ingrid's pussy pressed up against her leg.

“Listen,” Camille said, “I really need to pee. Do you mind --”

“Just go,” Ingrid said, “I don't give a fuck.”

Camille did as she said and pissed. Her drinks had gone through her quickly, and it came out with force. She could feel it running down her legs, and knew it was running down Ingrid's as well. The hem of Camille's dress that separated the two girls was soaked through.

“You know what?” Ingrid said. “That actually feels good. I can see why it turns you on.”

She was rocking backwards and forwards, rubbing her slit against Camille's leg. Camille responded in kind, massing her clit on Ingrid's leg. They swayed together on the dance floor, moving in time with one another, each stimulating the other. Camille moaned. She pulled her skirt out of the way, so that she could feel Ingrid's bare flesh against hers. Both of them were still wet with Camille's piss. Ingrid had her hands cupped around Camille's buttocks, squeezing and using them to pull herself back and forth. Camille put one hand on Ingrid's ass, and with the other reached up for the girl's pert little boobs.

“I really like these,” Camille said.

“I like yours,” Ingrid replied. She moved one hand up to slip Camille's dress off her shoulders, freeing her tits. She bent down to suck on one of Camille's nipples.

“It's crazy that we haven't done this before now,” said Camille.

“Well, let's make up for lost time,” said Ingrid, straightening up. She resumed their position with interlocking pussies, and they started to rub against each other again. A couple of people nearby were watching them, intrigued -- Camille saw Simon staring at them while the blonde girl gave him head. She pulled Ingrid a few steps away, so that there were people blocking his view. Ingrid was panting, and Camille moaned under her breath. Their hands were moving all over each other's bodies, grasping and groping. They kissed, then broke apart as Camille moaned louder.

They came, one after the other. They stayed holding each other for some time, breathing deeply. Camille could smell Ingrid's sweat and her wet pussy.

“You know what?” Ingrid said after a few minutes. “I need a piss as well. Hold still.”

And she pissed against the bare skin of Camille's leg, as Camille had done to her before. It splashed up against Camille's waist before trickling in rivulets down both of their legs. Camille shivered at the warmth.

“You want to fuck again?” she asked.

“Not gonna say no,” said Ingrid. She slipped a hand down between their legs, and began to massage Camille's pussy, while Camille tipped her head back and closed her eyes. Yes, it was certainly a night that Camille would remember.

[wetwulf 3,324]

I love this series so much. Very well done.

[new2this 128]

Bra-fucking-vo.

I love this.  I come here at least or 4 times a week hoping for a new story from you.  This doesn't disappoint.

[spywareonya 37,961]

@BeneathMyWillow

 

In couple with the Kaymala chapter in the pool, this is maybe your best story ever

I am currently destroyed by hangover and got laid two times in the last hours, but fingered to this nonetheless while man is cooking...

[spywareonya 37,961]

Read it again.

Fingered again.

Really great.

[Admiral 3]

Hey, any news if you will be continuing with this storyline? I absolutely love it! 

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

On 2/26/2019 at 7:37 AM, Admiral said:

Hey, any news if you will be continuing with this storyline? I absolutely love it! 

Hi! I plan to, but not for another month at least. I've ended up quite busy lately, mostly because it's the final year of the course I'm on. I've been ill recently too which hasn't helped (though feeling much better now). My course finishes next month, and after that I should have more time. I have ideas I want to do, but until this deadline passes I really doubt I'll be able to do much, sorry. Glad to hear you like the series! 

[Admiral 3]

8 hours ago, BeneathMyWillow said:

Hi! I plan to, but not for another month at least. I've ended up quite busy lately, mostly because it's the final year of the course I'm on. I've been ill recently too which hasn't helped (though feeling much better now). My course finishes next month, and after that I should have more time. I have ideas I want to do, but until this deadline passes I really doubt I'll be able to do much, sorry. Glad to hear you like the series! 

Im glad you're feeling better. And I love the series! 

[new2this 128]

I await your return @BeneathMyWillow!

[Jimee 94]

ThAt truly was amazingly hot! Luv them peeing on each other as they danced. I’ve done the same with my g/f.  But something so special about two women peeing together. I always get hard before I finish peeing when we pee together. 

[Ms. Tito 2,396]

Get well soon @BeneathMyWillow! 

If it makes you feel a little better, I recently started a story of my own inspired by @Vassal's Lavatria stories and by your very own Kaymala stories. I posted it on Omorashi.org if you want to check it out. It's called Red Flags, Yellow Streams: The Soviet Republic of Pisuaria. It's not much so far, but hopefully you'll enjoy all the same.