It was my first day at the university and the butterflies were dancing in my stomach as the coach pulled up outside the tall imposing building of the main university campus building. I followed the other girls out of the bus to be greeted by an elderly lady, smartly dressed. She introduced herself as Mrs Dowding and proceeded to shepherd us inside where a group of smiling girls were waiting for us.
Mrs Dowding then went out to read out a register, calling out our names, at which stage a girl from the crowd would come forward to claim us as their new roommate. My turn came at last and I was introduced to a smiling brunette with long straight hair and a pretty face. We were of similar height and there was something in her eyes, an inkling of hidden mischief, that saw me taking an instant liking to her.
I followed Sandra along the gravel path. It was a beautiful day. The sky overhead was clear and blue whilst the sun shone down with warm rays as we walked. Rounding the corner of the large building we moved into the shade and I shivered momentarily at the change in temperature. Sandra had stopped several paces down the path.
‘Do you need the bathroom?’ she asked.
Thinking about it for a moment, I then nodded. My bladder was quite full as it had been some time since the last stop on the coach that had brought me here.
‘You will like this then,’ she said motioning me to join her.
I moved along the path to come to her side looking quizzically around me as I did so. The wall of the building was lined with windows with no sign of any entranceways. Around us lay nothing but the large open garden. Up ahead was a large clearing on the side of the path with the same gravel flooring as the path we were currently standing on. A few wooden picnic tables lay scattered around with no organisation apparent in their layout.
‘Follow me,’ Sandra instructed and made her way over to the clearing.
I did as I was instructed still wondering as to where the mysterious bathroom was located.
Overhead, the clearing was shielded from the sky by large oak trees which lifted their green-leaved branches high above our heads. The air was warm despite the shade and I was glad I had chosen summer clothing for my trip to the university.
‘We call this the "Kitty Litter,"’ Sandra informed me as she turned around with a big smile.
I took a good look but could see no cats. The ache in my bladder was getting quite acute now that Sandra had mentioned the toilet.
‘Why?’ I asked, subconsciously moving from foot to foot to ease the burning sensation inside.
‘Because this is where we like to water our pussies,’ and with that, she reached up to her waist and with one deft motion slid both her skirt and black panties down her legs to around her knees. I watched on with utter dismay as Sandra promptly squatted down in plain view and started to let out a thick squirting stream of slightly yellowed piss from her shaved pussy lips. Within moments her golden stream was pattering down into a growing puddle amidst the pebbles. I blinked several times to make sure my eyes were not deceiving me.
Here was a girl I had only just met, busily taking a piss in broad sight without a care in the world!
Entranced, I could not take my eyes off the squirting yellow stream of piss leaving Sandra’s pussy. Her hot pee shower landed between her feet where it bounced over the gravel sending little urine droplets into the air above her main piss stream. Sandra had a beautiful pussy; a deep slit nestled between her thighs with just a small amount of shaved pubic hair running above it.
I had never witnessed a grown girl taking a piss in front of me in broad daylight before and I was entranced by just how good it looked. Entranced, I continued to watch the golden fountain shooting from Sandra’s muff and playing over the ground.
‘You can join in, you know,’ Sandra said from her squatting position in front of me. She had glanced up from watching herself pee.
‘Are you not worried that somebody will catch you?’ I asked perturbed by her question. Watching another girl having a wee was not helping my situation. My panties were already stained by a damp spot around the crotch where some of my piss had already leaked out.
‘No. Of course not! This is why this place is called such. Even the teachers will come here for a pee when they want to although a lot of us suspect that they have a naughty toilet in their staff room as well.’
I took a quick look around. In the distance, a small group of girls were stood chatting on the path and appeared to be taking no interest in us or Sandra’s activities. Suddenly I made up my mind. I was bursting for a pee now and couldn’t wait another second. I reckoned if Sandra could get away with it then so could I!
Without wasting another moment I yanked down my skirt and the thin blue thong I was wearing around my bum and pussy. Squatting down in front of the still urinating Sandra I took a deep breath and tried to relax the hold on my bladder.
The seconds passed and nothing happened. I could feel Sandra’s gaze locked on my pussy and this was not helping in the slightest. I was very conscious that my own pubic triangle was not shaved and was instead a mass of brown curly hairs nestled around my lower lips. Between Sandra’s thighs, her squirting shower of piss was beginning to wane as she finished her leak. If I did not start soon then I would be peeing on my own!