I Love Pee Stories
The first time I peed on a playground was when I was at the ignorant age of fourteen. My friends and I were wandering around late one night hoping to walk off some alcohol we had at a senior party. It was two in the morning, I already knew I was going to be in huge trouble once I got home, and I had to pee really badly. I wasn't drunk but I had had way too much soda to drink, and it went right through me. To save myself the embarrassment of confessing I was about to **** my pants if I didn't get to a bathroom soon, I held it and said nothing. By the time we reached the empty playground I was touching my crotch and tugging at it in desperation. There were tears in my eyes because I thought I would wet myself in front of all my friends.
Thankfully one of them said, "Let's play on the playground!" and they all stumbled off towards the slide and swings. I waddled towards the sand, looking around for a public restroom nearby, but found none. The sand that got into my sandals as I shuffled towards a thick pole made me think of my cat and her litterbox and how desperately I wanted to be a cat right at that moment so I could pee in the sand freely. I leaned against the pole and watched my friends prance around like idiots, not even paying attention to me hiding underneath the giant raised platform. Then for some reason I thought, "I have a *****, that's the closest I'll get to being a cat," and the urge to pee became overwhelming.
I looked around, yanked my shorts down, and squatted. The relief that flooded me could've had me crying in joy. The pee burst out of me strong and forcefully. It formed an immediate puddle that only grew bigger because it couldn't get absorbed into the sand fast enough. I peed for like a full minute, listening to the hiss and trickles and feeling an occasional small second stream run across my ***** and across my bum. I bounced on my toes, still squatting, to shake free the extra drops then pulled my shorts back on. I kicked some sand over the dark spot on the spot then giggled because I really felt like a cat at that moment.
Meow! ;)
Thankfully one of them said, "Let's play on the playground!" and they all stumbled off towards the slide and swings. I waddled towards the sand, looking around for a public restroom nearby, but found none. The sand that got into my sandals as I shuffled towards a thick pole made me think of my cat and her litterbox and how desperately I wanted to be a cat right at that moment so I could pee in the sand freely. I leaned against the pole and watched my friends prance around like idiots, not even paying attention to me hiding underneath the giant raised platform. Then for some reason I thought, "I have a *****, that's the closest I'll get to being a cat," and the urge to pee became overwhelming.
I looked around, yanked my shorts down, and squatted. The relief that flooded me could've had me crying in joy. The pee burst out of me strong and forcefully. It formed an immediate puddle that only grew bigger because it couldn't get absorbed into the sand fast enough. I peed for like a full minute, listening to the hiss and trickles and feeling an occasional small second stream run across my ***** and across my bum. I bounced on my toes, still squatting, to shake free the extra drops then pulled my shorts back on. I kicked some sand over the dark spot on the spot then giggled because I really felt like a cat at that moment.
Meow! ;)