I'm Karla, and last New Year's Eve I was out drinking in the pub with my best friend Simone, bringing in the New Year in the traditional way - down the pub getting plastered, haha. Of course drinking resulted in a need to go to the loo quite often, but as the place grew more and more crowded this became more of a hassle. Eventually, the queue for the ladies' grew very long, which was quite a problem when we needed to pee again, and badly, because neither of us could stomach that long and boring wait.
We noticed that some girls were abandoning the queue and going outside to pee, whilst others were just going into the gents', and we were considering doing something similar. In fact, we'd had this same problem here the previous year and had done just that ourselves, leaving our seats to go into the gents' to pee. When we got there though, all the cubicles were in use, as were all the urinals. Two guys were each pissing in one of the two sinks. Several others were still waiting, whilst one, who decided he couldn't - or didn't want to - wait anymore, was pissing against the wall, right in front of his squatting girlfriend, who was in there too and pissing on the floor. She was looking right at his pissing dick and grinning widely. Simone and I just hoisted our skirts, lowered our knickers, squatted there in the middle of the room, and pissed all over the floor in full view of all those guys. One of the guys still waiting took his cue from us, got his dick out, and started pissing on the floor too right in front of us. I could feel tiny droplets splashing onto my legs but I was in no mood to complain. In fact, I found the whole situation highly erotic to an extent that surprised me.
The problem was that when we got back from the gents', our seats had been taken and we had to spend the rest of the evening standing. Neither of us fancied that this time. So whilst we contemplated using the gents' again, enjoying the memory of last year's "adventure" in there, we decided that we wanted to keep our seats and began to ponder other possibilities. We considered going into the gents' one at a time whilst the other looked after our seats. But neither of us thought it advisable to be in there on our own.
I suggested we take turns peeing outside as an option. But Simone didn't want to risk being seen peeing in public, especially if there was any chance of being seen, arrested, and prosecuted by the police for urinating in a public place. And she had fears of being spotted, and filmed, by one of her pupils passing by. You see, she has a respectable job as a secondary school teacher and could risk losing it if either of these things were to happen.
But smirking naughtily, Simone actually had what proved to be a much better idea. "Why don't we just piss here under the table?"
At first I was mildly shocked at the suggestion, yet strangely excited too. "What! On the carpet? We can't do that!" But I giggled at the naughtiness of the idea nevertheless.
"Why not? No one is going to notice us doing it, tucked away in this corner. And it'll save us the hassle of having to get up. And it's a lot safer than taking turns going in the mens' toilets, or outside on our own. It'll be kind of fun anyway, don't you think?"
