Penelopee Gets Wet In Public

I wasn't born this way but I know the exact day everything changed for me. On a subway, long long ago, I learned to love public urination.

It was some sort of after school thing -- I can't really remember what -- but I know I was into watersports back then. Watersports, HAH!!! That was a real foreshadowing of my future right there! At that time, watersports was just swimming to me, now it means so much more. That's what I was doing, I was at a swimming practice across town because our school didn't have a pool. A school with a swim team but no pool, I know.

Let me catch you up with who I am: Penelopee, age: 24, height: 5'6", hair color: varies but mostly dark brown, weight: 125, tits: 34, ass: smaller than my tits measurement, profession: some boring insurance gig, hobbies: astronomy, Greek mythology, and dropping the pelican (peeing in my pants) in public places. I sometimes wonder if my parents knew something I didn't when they named me PeneloPEE.

Now, back to my origin story about wizzing in public.

After my swim team practice ended around 9:00, I hopped a subway home. It was an oddly quiet night; there had been almost nobody at the station and I was one of only two people in the subway car.

"Fuck," I mumbled out loud as I sat in agony. I had to pee just as I was leaving the pool locker rooms but didn't want to go back in. I figured I'd go at the bathroom down the hall but it was out of order. Then I thought the bathrooms at the station weren't far away, but they were all closed for some stupid reason. So, there I was on a bumpy subway ride home and I was struggling to hold it in.

"Stupid coach making us drink water to stay hydrated."

The only other person in the car got off and I was alone, not normally a good thing on the subway, but tonight was so quiet it didn't concern me. Besides, I had other pressing issues.

After a few more jerky stops and nobody getting in my car, the struggle got very real. I was seriously fighting to hold back the urine.

I thought, "Maybe if I just let out a little, it would help relieve pressure."

So naïve.

I looked around to see if there was anybody nearby -- even in a connected car - but the coast was clear. I could air out my pants at the next station bathroom. Sure.

"OK," I was taking to myself now -- that's how desperately bad this situation had gotten, "Just a slight release." But that's not what happened.

Once I let a little stream out, it turned into a gusher and there was no stopping it. I tried, I really did, but the pure joy that happened as the pee came flying out of me and the intense pleasure of easing pressure on my organs gave me exponentially increasing ecstasy. I had no choice; it was all coming out.

I squirmed and I think I moaned a little and then as I was near the end of that torrent of pee flowing out of me, I felt an orgasm building. Quickly.

"What the fuck!" I was talking to myself again.

Alone, in that subway car, I came in wave after wave of orgasmic relief and pulsating urine soaking my underwear and pants. The piss-orgasm-storm was happening, but it was all contained by the denim that was now stuck to my pussy, my ass, and my legs. I was a fucking mess. Even my shirt was wet at the bottom.

I was sitting in a pool of my own piss. It was dripping down both legs. Thank God it didn't smell.

As I squirmed and felt the sliding of my vag against my jeans and the slipperiness of the seat under my ass, I came again.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUK!!!!" I shrieked as I writhed on the seat, lucky that the subway wheels were screeching more noise than me.

I couldn't help myself from reaching between my legs and rubbing my jeans into my pussy and I came a third time. Hard.

"MMGGhfFfUkGrSSSSSSSSMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmm!!"

Acutely aware that I was not THAT far from people, I looked around and happily realized nobody had witnessed this accidental clusterfuck of urine, orgasms, pleasure screams and moans, and what was likely a very contorted face.

But what do next? I was a mess.

Fortunately, nobody got off at my stop, but unfortunately the bathrooms at my stop were locked. I walked home, successfully avoiding others, my legs squishing together through my soaked jeans. The sound was deafening and highly erotic. When I got home I ran upstairs to the bathroom next to my bedroom and took a shower with my clothes on. Nobody saw me or heard my squishing.

What a night!! What a perfect bunch or orgasms! I felt dirty, sexy, and daring at the same time. That night I dreamed about pissing in public and woke up in the middle of the night to finger myself to another climax. I practically bit a hole in my pillow as I came in muffled grunts.

That's how I got hooked.

I've been pissing in public for some time now and have never been caught. I've even mastered the art of zilging, or peeing while standing up. I wear skirts with no underwear and piss in alleys. I urinated all over campus while going to university. This gets me off in a way that's different than sex -- and I love it! Probably too much.

I've never told a boyfriend or any of my girlfriends about it. I was always a solo public pisser. I didn't think anybody would understand this level of depravity. But I loved the sheer filth of it; it was so wrong! It was not OK by society's rules. It was my dirty secret and that made it even better. Hotter.

Now single and horny, I've decided to amp this nasty habit up a notch to have someone piss on me and/or me piss on them. I haven't worked out any details but I'm sure an opportunity will come up. I'll be watching for it.

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My insurance-gig boss told me I was chosen to go to a conference and it was far enough away that I would have to stay in a hotel.

"Are you OK with going alone?" He asked.

"Sure," I replied, and in two weeks, off I went.

The plane ride was my first, and went smoothly. I got the shuttle to my hotel, a big one in the middle of the city. Luxury! It was a really nice hotel.

I had dinner alone in the hotel restaurant and went to the hotel bar afterward. I was always getting hit on because, well, I'm a girl, but despite my strong sexuality and pissing fetish I didn't sleep with a lot of guys - let alone pick up strangers at hotel bars. I was expecting to be approached and had my game face on.

But there he was, right across from me. My ideal guy; not too tall, not too fit, smiling, and he had a lightness about him.

He was having an animated discussion about baseball with the bartender and I caught his eye. He approached me after that conversation had waned.

"Hi. I'm Leo, here for the insurance conference. Are you?"

"Oh God, does it show?"

"Not really, but seeing a woman alone at the bar in the hotel that's hosting the conference starting tomorrow was my first clue."

"Fair. I'm Penelopee. Nice to meet you, Leo."

"Look. I'm not here to try to hit on you, I'm here alone and if you are staring down the prospect of sitting alone at breakfast or lunch tomorrow like I am, you're welcome to sit with me. We could be alone together. I didn't mean that the way it sounded, I just mean if it seems better than other options, come join me as a means of escape from people you don't want to sit with. Or just to not be alone."

"Thanks. I might take you up on that."

And that was it. He said, "Goodnight," and disappeared into the elevator.

I finished my drink and called it a night.

As expected, the next day at breakfast there was some guy trying to make small talk with me as I picked up food at the buffet. I spotted Leo and excused myself, practically sprinting to sit beside him.

"That was fast," Leo chuckled.

"Yeah. Some guy was chatting me up before I'm even totally awake and fed."

"I have the same problem," Leo chimed in, "The woman serving hash browns totally wouldn't leave me alone. She asked, "Would you like more?" and I think she meant more than hash browns.

"Her?" I asked as I glanced toward a seventy-year-old lady in a pink hairnet and grease-stained apron serving hash browns.

"Yeah. I think she likes me."

I liked this guy.

Later that day, I sat with Leo at lunch with one other lady but didn't see him at dinner or at the bar that night. I took the opportunity to go on an escapade wearing only a skirt and a not-too-sexy top. I got myself off that night in a park a few blocks away, squatting in a patch of bushes, pissing while watching people through the foliage as they walked by. I soaked my panties and later tossed them in a trash can on the way back to my hotel. Fuck that was hot. I didn't NEED to piss in public to cum but I sure liked it a lot! A different class of orgasm, really.

The next day was the second last of the conference and I ended up having dinner with Leo. We were having great conversation and ended up at the bar afterward.

Five or six drinks later, things were getting a little sloppy. Our conversation started getting a little flirty. He had just told me how he had recently broken up with a woman because she wasn't sexually adventurous enough. "She was really nice, smart, and pretty, just boring in the sack and, well, I don't want to settle for that. We just weren't sexually compatible."

"Like, what did you want to do that she wasn't into?" I probed.

"Umm. Promise you won't laugh?"

"I can't promise that."

"Good call. OK, I like a little bondage and she couldn't even talk about that kind of thing, let alone do it."

"That's not funny at all. You need some level of kink to spice things up once in a while," I added, supportively.

"What about you? What's your level of kink? Since we're sharing."

Maybe it was the drinks. Maybe it was the fact that we were strangers in a strange town and nobody I knew would ever find out what I was about to say to him. Maybe he seemed like the kind of guy who wouldn't judge me for my kink or spread a secret around. I decided to let him in on my fetish.

"I like to piss in public and sometimes wet myself."

Silence. Oh no.

"That's so cool!" he toasted with his glass.

"Seriously? You don't find it weird?"

The conversation rapidly deteriorated into openly fantasizing and then having drunken sex in his room after that. We wound up emptying the little bottles of liquor from the room fridge. Things got a little blurry after that but I do remember that I tied him up lightly and I remember something about pissing together in the shower and us fucking to exhaustion.

The next morning, we woke up together in his bed -- hung over and late for the conference. His bed wasn't completely soaked with urine and the bondage marks on his wrists weren't totally obvious. We kissed a hurried goodbye and I ran to my room to try to toothbrush the smell of alcohol out of my mouth and shower the smell of pee off of my body.

Several coffees later I ran into Leo at a vending machine.

"Last night was..." He started.

"Yes. It was," I finished.

We had an honest conversation about how we were both flying back home late that night and this had been fun but wasn't going anywhere. Thank you very much for the big fun and see you around.

"But hey," he said, "I won tickets to a ball game this afternoon. The conference ends at noon and the game starts at 2. If you've got nothing planned, wanna join me?"

I thought long and hard for about five seconds and answered, "Yes." I don't know why I answered 'yes'. I'm not into baseball, but maybe there would be a chance to use my new fuck buddy as lookout for a public squat. I'm always looking for the next sexy adventure.

As it turned out, the team wasn't that popular and we had great seats because so many were empty and we moved up. The game was interesting because I'd never been to one before and there's nothing quite like stadium food. It can be dirty, just like me.

A thought occurred to me during the eighth inning: since the stadium was so big and not nearly at capacity, I wondered if there might be a spot where I could piss myself in public. I had worn a one-piece dress thing, and with no underwear on I could easily strip and do my business. Or I could soak myself just before we we left.

"Umm. Leo?" I whispered all sexy-like in his ear.

"You have my full attention," he breathed.

"Would you do me a favor?"

"Anything. Yes. What have you got in mind?"

"I'd like to find a place to pee in public and have you be my lookout. I've never had this luxury or opportunity before and I don't want to pass it up," I explained.

"Ab-so-lutely," he emphatically agreed.

"Let's go!" I squeaked. I'd never squeaked before. It was involuntary.

We walked with some degree of purpose so we wouldn't arouse suspicion. We held hands. This was nice.

I spotted bathrooms on one of the higher levels where nobody was seated and motioned toward them. There were no security people on this level.

There were men's and women's washrooms and I peered inside the women's. All stalls and empty. Then, I glanced into the men's room. Forbidden territory.

I started getting damp between my legs just looking in.

"Fuck," I softly said. "I could go in there."

"That's risky. Very risky. Are you sure? I don't know how safe you'd be."

"The danger fucks with my head in a good way," I shivered.

Then I saw the trough. Who knew?! Men had troughs to piss in in some washrooms! My mind raced. I could get right in there and pee in the trough -- I'd mastered zilging and -- this seemed perfect. So perfect. And there was not a soul nearby.

"Leo?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm going in!"

The trough was pretty clean since it obviously hadn't been used in a while. I stepped up and in. Leo nodded from the doorway.

I had been saving up a few beers inside my bladder and was ready for the sweet release. A small trickle started down my leg. I shook with anticipation. I started to spray and grabbed my pussy as I pissed.

Massaging my clit, I felt a fast orgasm on the way and thought I'd better jump on the climax train while I had the opportunity. I held off for a minute or so but lost control and piss was flying everywhere as I jerked around while moaning and shaking.

"MmMmMmmfffffffuuuuuuuuuuukkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!"

Eyes closed. Lost in my own world. I had just had come harder than I ever had in my life and was reeling in the aftermath of wetness from pussy juice, piss, and some drool. Maybe some sweat too -- it was a hot day.

My dress thing was a crumpled mess; I'd practically torn it off while thrashing around in my orgasmic outburst, but it was intact. It would still cover me. I'd have to throw it away though; it was unsalvageable. It was soaked in many spots and had a small tear.

I looked toward the door and Leo was in an animated state, darting his wide-open eyes toward his right and then back at me.

Voices were approaching and very very close.

There was nowhere to hide. No time.

Two rather drunk fellas staggered into the bathroom and it took them a moment to focus and realize there was a half-naked woman in the piss trough.

"What's going on here?" Asked one of them.

"Just having a wiz," I replied nonchalantly.

"Can we join you?" asked the other guy.

"Absolutely!" I tentatively quivered.

The two very drunk guys approached and opened their flies. They had a lot of beer to get rid of.

My inner kink got hold of me and I acted without thinking. I laid down in the trough in front of the two guys and arched my back as I bathed in their urine. They had a couple of steady streams flowing and I caught it on one of my tits that had slipped out of my dress. I caught some right on my pussy and I grabbed at it awkwardly. Piss was bouncing off my legs. I was so lost in the moment.

I can still remember the look on these guys' faces as I lay in their piss streams, masturbating. Confusion. Curiosity. Incredulousness. Turned-on-ness. More confusion. Fucking good thing they were soooooo drunk.

The mother-of-all-braingasms had been building for a while and as I inserted a finger in my hole and it grazed my clit, I exploded in a series of thrashes, shrieks, and every fibre of my being came.

I came and came and came. The guys' piss stopped and I was still cumming. They just stood there watching my body squirm around as I finger fucked myself. Eventually, they realized they'd drained all their piss and slowly zipped-up. They lingered for a moment but their drunk brains must've realized I was having my own fun and I was done with them.

As I lay there vibrating, the guys left slowly, wordlessly glancing back at me.

I was in a puddle of piss, soaked and spent, a twisted smile on my face.

Leo walked toward me. He unzipped his fly and started to pee on me. I opened my mouth and it overflowed with his piss, dribbling all over my face and dress and hair. I swallowed some and it tasted like sex. It tasted like beer. It tasted like the best thing ever.

I got on all fours and faced him as he pissed in my mouth and I shoved fingers in my pussy. Leo swatted my ass lightly and I raised it and turned it toward him. He shoved his cock in my pussy and I thrust myself into him as he pounded me from behind. I got on my elbows, then lower, with my face pushed right into the layer of piss in that trough, smearing it on my cheeks. I came in a series of whining noises and gurgling urine around my mouth as Leo blasted a load of cum into me. I felt lewd, used, slutty, and just plain filthy -- enjoying all the taboo feelings that were making me feel peculiarly sexy. This was a new level of perversion I didn't know I had in me and it was positively rewiring my brain in the most twisted sexual ways. This new me was electrified by the sensations.

He zipped-up and helped me up and out of the trough.

"That looked like you had a good time," Leo observed.

"You have no idea," I gulped.

"Oh, I think I have some idea. Watched the whole thing. Let's get you dried off a bit."

I took off my clothes and stood naked in the middle of the men's room with one eye on the door. Leo dried my dress off under the hand dryer and it was now only damp, not soaked as I put it on.

We walked back to the hotel; it was close by, and we held hands as we avoided walking too close to other people. My hair was matted and I looked like a wreck. Only a few people gave me a second look. There was freedom being among strangers.

Luckily I had been able to score a late checkout and showered, then dumped my soiled clothes in a garbage bin outside the hotel. During the shuttle ride to the airport I reminisced about this raunchy, stupidly-risky carnival of climaxes I'd had.

Digging in my purse for my phone and my e-ticket, I saw a folded piece of paper. While I was in the security line, I opened the note.

Leo had written his name and phone number with only four words underneath.

'See you next conference?'