Rain Coffee And Piss Ch 03 1

*Author's Note: This piece contains instances of public exhibitionism and vandalism of public spaces. I do urge the reader to separate reality from fiction and be more responsible than my characters. Also, I appreciate feedback and would love to connect. Enjoy!

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I think it would be unfair to call her 'my local barista' anymore since we started dating just a little after our first wet adventure together. Naomi and I have been together for six months but she insists it to be casual as this is her last semester and she will be moving to another state, never to come back. I try to hide my heartbroken eyes every time she brings it up, but honestly I understand.

I cancelled my trip back home to spend my entire session break lying entangled in her white sheets. I have grown oddly attached to her bedroom as well. It's a small, small room for an apartment. A huge, slanted attic style glass window opens above the bed. The seasons peek through the glass as we lay together in her bed; reflecting sunlight, rainstroms and lightning over our naked bodies. I'm sure we are frequently spyed on by any city residents with a terrace view. In this bed we have shared everything from long tender moments after a nice romantic dinner, to carnal, rabbit-fucking after a night of acid trips and dirty dancing at the clubs.

Oddly enough, she has never brought up anything to do with pissing after that last incident. I so ardently wish every time we have sex that she would get in the mood but she never does. When we got together I genuinely thought she would be the key to all of my golden wet dreams coming true. That never happened. Although, I might have been unfair to her. She never mentioned she had a piss fetish and the events of that day could have easily been a simple chain of desperate events.

Anyhow, today I was woken up by my dorm mate with a beautiful bunch of sunflowers and cheeky smirks. The flowers were from Naomi with a card asking me out for a movie date. The 'P.S.' consisted a special instruction to bring out my scooter today and pick her up. I thought it was only sensible, given the crowd in public transports on a weekday. I could never have read any kind of ulterior motive to this special instruction. I only smiled to myself thinking how this girl who is so dominating in bed and frightening in person and naughty in sex, is also such a sweet, kind person with a rather romantic disposition. I was so worried about making myself look pretty that I kept messing up my makeup every time I tried to put it on. Nothing seemed right, nothing looked good, I only had half an hour and I was already tearing up.

My roommate knocked to ask if I was doing alright. 'Yes,' I said, being significantly not alright. She comes to talk me through it, fixes my makeup and helps me decide a dress. She does a simple look with a winged liner, the colour of my tennis dress. She advises me to wear it as according to her its bodycon look makes my curves look great, plus the mustard yellow colour compliments my dark tone. I muster out an uncomfortable "hehe" being never comfortable with compliments. I love it. I think I look pretty. Also, it is not at all revealing that it would make me uncomfortable but is sleeveless and knee length, leaving ample skin on show and making me feel sexy. I also shaved with utmost care and moisturized myself, bubbling with the idea of her feeling up my smooth arms and legs.

Complete with a smack of pink lipgloss, I scootered my way to her apartment building, just to find her in the shortest skirt I have ever seen on a living being. My jaw drops right on the floor. The pleated A-line skirt is taut on her pencil waist, dropping casually across her hips, stopping just a little below her pelvis. The white fabric is stark against her dark skin, gorgeously billowing, softly caressing her thighs. Forget the date! I am ready to jump off my scooter, leaving it to fall on the ground. All I seemed to be concerned about was getting to kiss her thighs, licking them, and making my way inside her inviting skirt. Her top was doing no favours either. A simple white tank top, tight, shaping her bust, as half of it peeks above, lovely and round. Just when I thought I could not drive with that already in my mind, she climbed with one quick stride on my scooter, pressing her naked thighs against my hips and her breasts against my back, leaning onto me, giggling in my ear.

I have a hard time concentrating with her breasts pressing against my back with every bump on the road. Every now and then I feel her thighs desperately pressing around my hips as her nails dig down my back before relaxing again. My mind is too diverted to understand any of this, so I simply drive through.

"Let us get milkshakes before the movie," she said.

"Why? Let's get it after. We won't be in a hurry then," I say, unassuming again of how naughty she can be. She squeezes her legs again against me and lets out a loud laugh.

"No silly, just stop at the café near the turning I say," she insisted.

Well, okay as she wished. We got off near the café. I was so scared as to how she would manage to get off the scooter in public without flashing anyone. Nine out of ten I was sure she didn't have any shorts on. I was right. She got off the scooter rather gracefully and, to my relief, decently. The day was hot and she must have been sweating under her skirt as now her beautiful ass has imprinted itself over the scooter's black faux leather. It looks so beautiful.

Looking at the imprint, I begin to think she might not even have a panty on underneath that skirt. All of it comes rolling back now. Of Course! If she has pulled out such a short skirt (something she doesn't usually wear) and has no shorts on - mischief has been on her mind long before my dumb brain took to figure it out. If I know Naomi, she simply doesn't have a panty on. What's more? She ordered me to bring the scooter not only that she may feel the breeze up her bare ass, but every time I felt her legs clench up around my hips, she has been shamelessly riding herself on the back of my scooter, through the middle of the city. My eyes swell wide at the realisation. Oh, I think must be in love with her. Her sexiness, her cleverness, her naughtiness, her sheer audacity. I'll lose myself over her. I stare at her wide-eyed.

I plan to let her know I have figured out her secret. Entering the café right behind her through the door, before we could come into full view, I grabbed her ass from behind, letting my middle fingers slide inside her juicy hole, hoisting up her little skirt in the process. Who might have seen us from outside the door? The CCTV perhaps? Who knows. She decided today to be naughty, it is only my duty to indulge in her adventures. She stopped in surprise. Only to look back with the biggest grin on her face. "Oh baby we have such a long day ahead," she said with such malicious intent, I grew timid, taking out my hand out of her skirt in a second.

We seated ourselves across each other on colourful metal chairs. I imagine how her drenched pussy must be - lips open, flopped wide over the chilled metal chair. The AC has been turned up so that everything metal in the café was cold to touch. I could barely keep myself still every time the legs of the chair touched my bare calves. Now imagine her needy hot pussy so intimately against the cold metal. Fumes must be rising inside her skirt.

Lost in figuring her out I am woken up to her snapping fingers:

"Hey, where are you lost? Drinks, I said what drinks would you like to order?"

"Oh," I'm jolted back, "Which drink you mean...I'm thinking of my usual, Caramel shake. And you?"

"I'll have an iced latte," she said, and on she went ordering five to six types of milkshakes off their menu.

"Wait, wait, Babe, I only asked for one. I can't finish all that." She waited for the waitress to walk away with our order before inching forward and whispering malevolently- "Oh Babe, but you'll have to."

A familiar sense of desperation shot up my bladder. My nerves tingled, begging for a release. The cold room grew colder and my goosebumps stood right up. I clutched at the hem of my dress. It was of no help. My thighs only pressed closer to the cold metal beneath, making me writhe in sweet pain. I knew what we were up to. My body was already up for her game. But my mind, like a nun walking past a brothel, shut its eyes hard, looking the other way. There was no escaping it. At the end of the day she would have me where she wanted, however she wanted, doing whatever she wanted. The long day ahead will only fuel the anticipation which in turn would make my desperation worse and worse.

One by one our drinks were lined up in front of us. A look of genuine concern came across her face. She took my hand and in a serious voice assured me, "You don't have to do this if you don't want to, you know. Do you want to do this?"

My cheeks flushed red at such direct a question. I was not brave enough to formulate any words to answer. So I hurriedly grabbed a frothing glass in front of me and chugged at it, staring deep into her eyes, hoping she would know my answer. And she knew. A wide grin came across her face and I saw her pretty lips approvingly form the words "Good girl."

We were halfway through our selection of milkshakes, all chilled and iced, and I could feel my nipples react to the cold. I started rubbing my legs together which seemed to have given her another idea. She whispered coming close to me, "Babe, if you're in, you're all in. You need to lose your panties for the next step in our adventure." Everything she suggests I'm interested in trying but I simply doubt if I can be brave enough as her. I run my mind through all the possibilities - will my dress hoist up while driving the scooter? Will people beow us on the escalator to the theatre have a peak? And if desperation gets worse than worse, will I be able to prevent a public debacle with no piece of clothing to hinder the business?

I finally decide that it is going to be alright and after finishing my drinks excused myself to the WC to drop down my panty and stuff it into my bag. At the counter, I insisted on paying since Naomi was already covering the movie. In the process of fishing out my card from my little bag, the cashier might have had a look at my stuffed panty. Also, a prominent whiff of my cunt escaped the second I opened the zip of my bag. Nobody seemed to have noticed but my fear made it so prominent in the air. Outside, I was so positive everyone was looking at us. I was so scared to get on the front seat of my scooter without any undies and that too with another person naked from the waist down riding on the back seat. I was so nervous I ended up requesting Naomi for a time-out until we reached the theatre. She obliged and promised that she wouldn't try anything or rock herself on the scooter till we got there. Relieved, we drive to the place.

The entry to the theatre was crowded and I walked with my legs pressed closely together. We had to go two stories up and we took the escalator. My eyes moved around in all directions to see if anybody below us had found out our secret yet. We make our way to the designated floor and after the formalities with tickets and popcorn, we make our way into the dark hall. We have corner seats at the very back of the theatre. Given it is a weekday, there are only a few people scattered through, mainly sitting in the middle and the back seems to be mostly empty, leaving the two of us.

Naomi walks me through the aisles, holding my hand. Her arms smooth across mine, and her knuckles brushing across my thighs now and then. This would be considered sweet any other day, but given the no panty situation, I am walking on a live wire. Every sensation is heightened, every thought wings into a dirty direction and everything feels as hot and wet as I am underneath.

The movie starts. It is one the superhero movies you can already guess the plot of - a comedic, upbeat, relatable superhero - weird aliens and the earth is in danger - joining forces with a gang of more comic, upbeat, unlikely heroes, the main lead saves the day. As a second-year, English major, who am I to judge multimillion franchises? Although, I do enjoy the cheesiest of movies and this one at least has great, enjoyable characters.

Halfway through the movie, I am feeling the effects of the round of iced coffees and the theatre AC. I unconsciously start rubbing my legs together and Naomi catches me out of the corner of her eyes. Gently, she puts her right hand over my thighs and starts soothing my goosebumps. Her hand is warm, and they calm me before she starts making her way between my legs. My nerves shoot right up; and with piss already building up my bladder, my whole body jolts as if in pain. It gets worse and worse as her hand moves up and up my thighs; her pinkie finger, lingering over, no- almost touching my wet slit. I do not move. This desperation somehow binds me. I want more.

More of what though? The squirming? The soothing? Her warm hand caressing my cold thighs or my hot veins turning into icicles? The warmth or the cold? The desperation or the comfort? Perhaps the ecstatic combination of both is my sweet spot. To be edged and then soothed and then edged and again till I can take no more and I let go. And then all of a sudden, my nerves aren't cold anymore, and my legs are drenched in a shimmering, golden warmth.

Her fingers are all in. She rubs my clit up and down and in long circles. I start breathing heavily. She nudges the tip of my clit, just over my pulsating pee hole. An urgent feeling of desperation comes over. I feel so helpless I have to tell her. I come close to her ears, her fragrant hair all over my mouth, and say in a voice that surprisingly comes out in a mixture of begging and crying:

"Babe, oh god- I gotta tell you - my bladder is full and if you keep going like this, I won't- I can't- keep it in."

"Come all over my hand then," she says, looking straight at me as she puts up her left leg on her couch and starts fingering herself with one hand while fingering me with the other.

This is it. My fantasy right here. We only have to see if I am brave enough to carry through. I might never get another chance. I scoot my hips lower to the edge of the couch so my parts are out of the way. I also hoist up my dress from over my bum to prevent it from getting wet and open up my legs the best I can. I take my right hand over hers, guiding her. With my left hand, I hoist up her tank top, put my thumb inside my mouth to wet it, and start playing with her nipples. I circle them, pinch them, rub them, she can take it, she likes it I know.

The theatre wraps itself around us. All the heads are turned to the screen in front of us. Nobody is sitting as far back as us. There are cameras I'm sure, but it is dark and we are covered for the most part. How do you even know what we are up to?

She knows the drill, she starts flicking the pee hole up and down gently and then gradually picks up speed. She uses just the very tip of her finger, tickling, minimizing all other sensations until all that is left is my need to squirt up to an orgasm.

I start squirming and grab hold of her arms. Questions go through my mind - we are in public, what if the mess is too bad? What if people can hear me piss? What if I can't hold down and would moan aloud? Too late now as with a brief moment of clarity, I felt my pussy quiver and a gush of piss run out, glistening over my leg, wherever the light from the screen hits it. She hasn't stopped, though slowed down, she is gently running her hand in circles through my helpless, stinking flood. I soon realised what I had done and panicked, start feeling the couch below me for some evidence. Thankfully I was sitting on the edge and most of my piss has been soaked into the carpet underneath.

I feel like crying. As much as I was enjoying the danger of it, I feel ashamed now. Ashamed and helpless, not knowing what to do, waiting for an adult to come clean me up. Naomi sees my face and yanks me off my seat by my hand. She pulls me out of the dark hall and takes me to the nearest toilet. There, she almost shoves me inside one of the doors and holds my face between her piss-soaked hands. "For someone with wild kinks you are rather mild aren't you?" she says with a condescending grin. I look at her with eyes that are still wounded but lust was never knocked out of them. They are begging for her to fuck me. Hard and plain. Not hidden in the darkness, hushed quiet among other movie watchers.

She knows the look. She takes off my dress in one swift movement and throws it on the floor. She kisses my breasts, sucks my nipples while her knees grind on my pussy below. She puts that piss-soaked hand in her mouth and wetting it starts working it over my pussy. She is not gentle anymore this time. She is no longer concerned about my pleasure anymore, I had my chance. She wants to fuck me now like she wants to. Her fingers go up my hole, shaped like a flower bud, as hard as she can push them inside. I start to moan as I am dolled up against the toilet's wall, shoved left and right for her better access. She then goes down on me. Running her mouth all over my piss-drenched pussy as her fingers find my tight butthole. I am being destroyed at her will. Again, succumbed to that conundrum of desperation and comfort. Her fingers rip apart my asshole while her tongue comforts my clitoris. Pleasure and pain I will not have one without the other.

I have come before, by myself and with others. But something about this, the pain, the pleasure, the piss - I quake over her open mouth as I start squirting uncontrollably, all over her face; piss dripping down her hair. She has never looked so genuinely pleased with me as she wipes me clean; her cheeks flushed in a warm, satisfied glow. I feel happy as if happy that I served her.

To be continued...