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The Pickup [fiction m/f]
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
This story is fiction and has no basis in fact. Except that all
places referred to exist and are accurately described.
It started at Baker Street Underground station. Just off the
concourse between the Eastbound District/Circle Line platform
and the Northbound Metropolitan Line platforms is a rather
disgusting Gents toilet. There are no stalls, just a raised trough
urinal on either side of the wall running along the middle of the
room. I do not really like using these toilets, but there are few
stations on the London underground with toilets, and when you've
gotta go you gotta go.
I felt the need to pee as I was waiting on Paddington Circle
Line platform. I intended changing to the Jubilee line at Baker
Street, so decided to go via the toilets rather use the direct
interchange tunnels between the two lines. In front of me, three
men in business suits went into the toilets and they all went to
the left on entering the room, so I turned right and had the
whole length of the trough to myself. I stopped about halfway
along and started to 'water the trough'. I had only just started
peeing when I heard a female voice say
"Sorry, but we're bursting and we couldn't see a ladies"
I looked up and saw two young women, looking around and bit
bewildered. They were in their early twenties, and from their
clothing I correctly guessed that they were students. One was
wearing jeans and the other a denim skirt. As I looked at her,
the girl in jeans, who had spoken earlier continued.
"Excuse me, but where are the toilets?"
Gesturing to the trough, into which I was still peeing, I
replied.
"Sorry, but this *is* the only toilet. It is standing room only
in here, I'm afraid."
Then, looking with disgust at the trough, the girl in the skirt
said.
"What are we going to do, Sophie? I nearly wet myself on the
train, and I don't think I can hold on much longer. But
desperate as I am, I don't think I can piss in *that*!"
"Well, Emma. I'm bursting as well, and I don't know about you,
but uninviting and disgusting as it looks, I would rather try
widdling in the trough than wetting myself and having to walk
around in wet jeans. So, as they say needs must."
With that, she turned her back on the trough, undid her jeans,
pulled them and her knickers to just below her knees, stood with
her legs together, slightly bent her knees and leant forwards a
little to position her crotch over the trough. With a hissing
sound, an untidy stream of piss gushed out from Sophie's (as I
now knew her name to be) crotch. In had heard that women often
spray when peeing, but had never before witnessed it. Most of the
liquid was coming out from almost the complete length of her
barely parted labia in a thick fan shaped arc. In addition there
was a not insubstantial stream trickling out from the bottom of
her crotch and falling straight down into the trough. As Sophie
did this, even though my bladder was not yet empty, I found it
harder to continue peeing as my dick started getting hard. Sophie
noticed this, as looking at me she said.
"Sorry, we seem to be embarrassing you."
"Not at all. After a couple of visits to France I grew
accustomed to unisex loos, and peeing in the presence of women
doesn't worry me at all. It is just that I have never before
seen a girl peeing in the trough. Actually it should be me
apologizing to you, for taking advantage of your predicament
and watching you rather than looking the other way to give you
more privacy."
"Don't worry about that. It must be rather an unusual sight. If
I were a bloke, I think I would probably stare if a gal used a
urinal next to me. Like you, we have no problems with peeing
in front of blokes, nor with blokes peeing in our presence. We
are students and share a house with another couple of gals and
a couple of guys, and we only have one bathroom."
While Sophie and I were peeing, Emma just stood watching us
with her legs tightly crossed, indicating her desperate need but
making no attempt to join us and empty her bladder.
"I'm sorry, Sophie, but much as I need to piss, I know that I
cannot do it like you are, I'm not tall enough. If I were to
try what you are doing, I just know that I would miss and piss
down my legs and on the floor. The only way I could do it is to
actually sit on the edge of the trough but it is so disgusting,
I would rather take the risk that I might wet myself before
finding somewhere to piss."
By now I had finished peeing, and decided to take a
considerable risk by suggesting.
"Please excuse me for butting in, but I think I may be able to
help. I am sure that between us, Sophie and I could hold you in
a sitting position just above the trough, so that even if you
do miss you will just wet the floor rather than your legs or
clothing. If you girls are willing, I am prepared to try and I
promise not to drop you or take any liberties."
So Emma pulled down her knickers and put an arm each round
Sophie and I. I put one arm under Emma's shoulder and the other
under her knees. Sophie held Emma under the shoulder and with the
other hand lifted Emma's skirt of the way. We lifted and held
Emma about two inches above the trough. We had hardly got her
into position before a very powerful jet of piss erupted from
between her legs. She had not been exaggerating about how much she
needed relief because she was pissing for over a minute before
the stream slowed to a trickle and stopped. As we were putting
her back down on the ground, Emma leaned over and gave me a quick
peck on the cheek, saying "Thank You."
The girls and I left the toilets together and chatted as we
went. We discovered that we had come to London for the same
reason, a bit of shopping and sightseeing. Also, that their
college was only about five miles from where I live, and that we
had arrived in London on the same train, they had got on at the
station before I did. So we decided to join forces and explore
London together. The girls and I really hit it off, after an hour
or so it seemed like we had known each other for ever. We were
walking along, hand in hand. So after lunch in a pub, it just
seemed natural when we stopped outside one of these automatic
loos that have sprung up around London, that we all three went
in together.
This time, Emma went first. She held her skirt high as she
hovered over the pot, and Sophie and I got a good view of the
golden stream pouring from her. Then it was Sophie's turn, and I
was rather surprised when instead of hovering, as Emma had done,
she actually sat on the pot. As she sat there, Sophie and Emma
exchanged glances, and Emma slightly nodded, so they had
obviously agreed on something. When she had finished peeing,
Sophie just stood and pulled up her knickers and jeans without
wiping herself. I undid my fly and walked into position to use
the toilet, but before I could start peeing, Sophie stood beside
me, put an arm around my waist and whispered in my ear "May I
hold it for you?" I responded by letting go of my dick, putting
my arm around Sophie's waist and nodding. Sophie took hold of my
dick with her other hand and pointed it into the pot that was
already more than half full with her's and Emma's combined piss.
When I had finished peeing, Sophie gave my dick a shake and left
me to put it away, gave me a peck on cheek, and whispered "Thank
you" in my ear, all the while keeping her arm around my waist.
As we left the loo, Emma grabbed my hand as she had before. As
Sophie still had her arm around me, it seemed right to
reciprocate the gesture. A quick squeeze on my waist told me that
I had done right. We had already shared that I hadn't a current
girlfriend, and neither of the girls had boyfriends. I was
already certain that I had found two good friends, but now I
wondered if this might not be the start of something more than
just friendship.
As the afternoon progressed, I became even surer that Sophie and
I were going to be more than just good friends. I guessed that
the glances exchanged in the loo were Sophie laying claim to me
and Emma agreeing. We all three used one of these unisex loos
together another three times before catching the train home.
Despite her first impressive performance in the urinal, Sophie
sat on the pot each time and kept her legs together hiding her
peeing from view.
I had intended to catch an earlier train, but we were enjoying
ourselves so much that Sophie, Emma, and I caught the last train
home. I sat next to Sophie, and not only did we have our arms
round each other but she rested her head on my shoulder. Emma sat
opposite us. Just before we reached my station, Emma leant over
and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, which I returned. Then
Sophie turned round, put her other arm around my shoulder,
whispered "Thank you for such a lovely day, I look forward to
many more" in my ear, then we kissed passionately until the train
drew into the platform.
I had arranged to meet Sophie in a pub the next evening. I
arrived early. I don't know if it just paranoia, but I seem to
have had more than my fair share of girls standing me up, so I
was wondering if she would turn up. My fears were unfounded, as
exactly on time Sophie walked through the door. She looked
gorgeous, wearing a tight tee-shirt and a pair of ski-pants. I
stood to greet her and was very pleasantly surprised when she
greeted me with a quick kiss on the lips. After a couple of
drinks, I got up to visit the gents but Sophie pulled me back,
and whispered in my ear.
"I need to pee as well. Wouldn't you rather we went somewhere
we can do it together?"
So, we finished our drinks and left. Sophie had obviously
planned this, as she knew exactly where we were going. We walked
for a couple of minutes when Sophie led us up an alley between
two shops. We went round a corner and found ourselves in a yard
containing the trash bins for the shops. The only windows
overlooking the yard were the frosted windows of the shop
bathrooms. As the shops were all closed, there was no possibility
of us being seen. Sophie led me behind a couple of the trash bins
and stopped facing a brick wall. She pulled her ski-pants down to
just above her knees, and I saw that she was wearing no panties
underneath. She told me to stand next to her. Then standing with
feet about two foot apart she held her hands to her crotch, and
told me to get ready to piss. When I had my penis in my hand, she
made a slight adjustment with her hands and let fly with a
powerful stream of piss that arced forwards and hit the wall. I
turned slightly, and aimed carefully so that our streams merged
and hit the wall as one. When we had finished, she pulled up her
pants, threw her arms around me and kissed me.
"I bet you never knew a girl could do that!"
We spent the next quarter hour just standing there kissing and
cuddling. By now I knew that I had fallen in love, and it was
obvious that the feeling was mutual. It was also obvious that I
had found a fellow watersports enthusiast.
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