Cindy sighed, bored and terribly annoyed with the current weather going on outside of her home. It was raining rather hard, so she couldn’t go to the park and do her usual outdoor peeing of her own. She would have to improvise a bit, but she was sure that she could make it work to her own advantage.
She stood in her kitchen, idly drinking a alcoholic concoction mix of vodka and cranberry juice, wearing nothing but a large t-shirt that didn’t hide her nipples and perky breasts underneath. She was in her own house, so why couldn’t she be naked unless she had company over—that was a different story on its own.
‘Where do I pee next?’ The red-head thought as she finished off her tall glass of cranberry and vodka and set the glass in the sink. Then she spotted the plant off in one corner and checking to make sure that her bladder was full enough, she walked over to the plant and squatted down. Sending a order to her brain, she felt the feeling rush to her bladder and soon enough, her pussy lips spread and her pee-hole began to squirt out hot, honey-colored urine that soon drenched the plant in her pee.
She let out a soft, blissful sigh as her pee continued to water and rain down on the plant and felt the relief flush her body hot and her nipples to pucker and tighten more under the shirt. Once she felt the plant had received enough of her pee, she closed her pee-hole and pulled back from the plant and admired her work briefly with a grin. Then, turning on her heel and going into deep thought, she looked around the kitchen for possible places to urinate next.
When she couldn’t find any place else to pee in the kitchen that appealed to her, she turned off the light and walked out. She was in hunt of her next toilet, seeing as her bladder was quite full from the drinking that she did last night with a few friends.
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Cindy found herself in the laundry room, laying back against the cover of the washing machine with her legs spread wide over the mouth and revealing her pink, moist nether-lips. Taking in a deep breath, she sent the silent order to her bladder and her nether-lips spread as her piss shot from her and arched down into the washing machine.