Annabel shivered as she followed Laura down the steeply inclined tunnel. Being naked from the waist down had seemed quite funny at the outset. Now with the chill of the tomb around her it was quite a different matter. Fortunately Laura was setting a fast pace and the effort of keeping up was helping to keep her warm. The only light source was the strong beams emanating from the powerful torches of the two women. Unfortunately the beam from Annabel's torch spent most of its time wandering back to Laura's round firm buttocks hidden from view inside her tan brown shorts. Even after their impromptu love making at the tomb entrance, Annabel was still horny. The recent memory of Laura's nipple buds inside her mouth was still too fresh as was the recollection of her lover's warm and very wet pussy tunnel. The very thought of Laura's vagina caused Annabel to trace an exploratory finger along the grove of her pussy lips between her legs. In truth she was still a little annoyed about the way Laura had taken the liberty of pissing over her hair whilst they had been rock climbing. In retrospect in might not have been such a bad thing had she known at the time the source of shower being sent her way.
Ever since their first meeting at the hotel disco, Annabel had been mesmerised by the sight of Laura have a pee. The way her golden stream would squirt strongly from the little hole nestled in her pussy lips and the way it flowed through the air was simply ecstasy to witness in action. Annabel also loved the way in which Laura was so thoroughly naughty in the locations she chose to squirt her piss fountain. Just watching Laura's hot golden relief pattering over her chosen spot was almost enough to make Annabel come. Now lost in a daydream of recollections of seeing Laura having a piss, Annabel continued her descent behind the famous tomb-raider. One particular time especially came flooding back to her. The two of them had been enjoying a romantic dinner in a very exclusive restaurant. Laura had been wearing a very tight and complementary black dress with a low cut top which revealed a deliciously tempting amount of cleavage. The fabric was so thin that Laura's heightened arousal could clearly be discerned by the sight of her pointed nipples sticking out through the material. Annabel had been wearing a white backless affair, the tanned flesh of her supple back an amazing turn-on to Laura who had followed her friend towards their table situated beside an ornate fountain. The water feature was an expensive affair; gushing water pouring from the urn held by a young nymph. In the pool below, several large goldfish swam lazily around undeterred by people moving past.
The sound of the playing fountain was a wonderful cover for the two women and for what they had planned. Laura naturally went first, spreading her firm toned legs under the table to expose her shaved pussy to the floor below. Seconds later a thin stream of clear urine was squirting from her pee hole and proceeding to fall in a fountain of piss to the expensively tiled floor below. Even though she couldn't see Laura's pee as it squirted from her lower lips, Annabel got an immense thrill from knowing her lower was having a secret piss at the table. When Laura had squirted enough of her pee for the time being she gave a quick wink to Annabel to signal her turn. With a deep breath and a tight squeeze the young Latino started a piss of her own. Between her brown tanned legs a shooting shower of hot piss started to squirt strongly from her pee hole. Within seconds her toilet shower was watering the floor below forming a second growing puddle on the tiles. After enjoying her pee for several seconds she sealed shut her piss flaps. It was to be a wonderfully long evening with many opportunities to resume peeing at the table when-ever they liked.
This was how the evening had progressed. When-ever they felt like having a pee, they simply parted their legs at the table and proceeded to squirt their urine fountains over the tiled floor below. At the end of the evening Laura 'accidentally' knocked their bottle of champagne to the floor. The resulting escaping liquid ran under the table and into their pee puddles hiding all evidence of their naughty exploits. Back at their hotel and before a night of exotic love making, the two women had stood side by side on the top landing of the fire escape stairwell. With their dresses hitched up above their waists, their uncovered pussies were free to send two wonderfully long and powerful streams of squirting hot piss down through the protective railings and downwards to the floor many levels below.
"Can you hear that?" Laura suddenly asked, coming to an abrupt stand still. Annabel snapping out of her erotic memories almost collided with her partner and only caught herself at the last moment. It took a couple of seconds and then Annabel heard the sound. Indistinct at first but then it was easy to discern the sound of distant running water. Laura beamed a big smile at her friend at reached over to give her a quick kiss on the lips. Annabel was all for returning the gesture but with more gusto but suddenly Laura's head snapped around.
"What's wrong?" Annabel whispered urgently.
"I though I heard voices," she replied. "There it is again. We are not alone down here."
"You mean those tribesmen again?" asked Annabel with a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold.
"Possibly. We need to find out. Keep your torch trained on the ground and get ready to turn it off if I give you a signal."
The two women continued their advance. The rock walls which were carved into the heart of the mountain where the tomb was buried now seemed oppressively close. The circles of light on the rough hewn floor seemed a small source of comfort as the sound of flowing water grew closer. After another minute worth of careful travel Annabel heard her first fleeting catch of human voices.
"Laura," she whispered in a low hiss. "I might be wrong but I think they are talking in French."
