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I'm fine with sharing of this story via any person to person form of file transfer such as email, IM, flash drive, bluetooth etc, but please do not upload to any other sites without permission. ----------------------------------------------------------------- The Flood - Chapter 1 (F f bi ws) by Blerg3 ----------------------------------------------------------------- While waiting for a friend on a shopping expedition, Lisa makes a new friend and discovers another side to herself. ----------------------------------------------------------------- The need to pee wasn't urgent, yet- just nagging. All the same, Lisa was having trouble ignoring it, in large part due to the fountain burbling away behind her. A hefty boulder surrounded by a shallow pool, the water bubbling up from the top and flowing down its flanks always made her think of a beached whale. It had a grey-green sheen to it, and a slight crease in the stone resembled a downturned mouth. A sad fate for a whale, beached in a shopping centre. She fidgeted slightly, perched on the edge of the bench. At least it was cool inside, under the shade of the arched roof with fine spray drifting from the fountain. Out through the doors the sun was high, slowly baking the town. The automatic doors whooshed open, letting in another group of dazed refugees from the sun. Stepping from that dry airless heat into this air conditioned paradise had been ecstasy; it had felt like an attack from all sides the moment she stepped out the door of her building, the sun beating down, the pavement wafting heat up- even the breeze had been no relief, as parched as everything else. It was only a five minute walk to the centre, but she'd arrived glistening with sweat,hair damp around her face, desperate for a cold drink. Probably looking terrible, she thought to herself. In reality she didn't- blonde hair damp and tousled, tanned skin glistening, soft brown eyes slightly glazed, she looked as though she'd just emerged from magnificent sex. She'd bought not one but two bottles of water from the cart selling hot dogs- selling hot food, on a day like this!- then settled on a bench by the fountain, cool air drifting off the water soft on her back while she gulped the first bottle down. A few minutes later she'd felt a lot better, and settled in to wait for Alex to arrive at their usual meeting place. Alex was almost never punctual, so she wasn't surprised when fifteen minutes had gone by and she hadn't arrived yet. For the moment she was content just to sit and watch the world go by, merely glad she wasn't outside any more. As she sat there Lisa was attracting a certain amount of male attention, but as with most pretty girls she either hardly noticed it or didn't pay it much mind. The man sweating over the hot dogs in the cart in particular had his eye on her, the cute blonde in the light blue dress, low cut back and halter neck. He hadn't noticed any bra strap when she bought the water, and in his mind he could see her maybe knocking a bottle off the bench as she sat there, leaning to get it, dress hanging low in the front, showing off her little teenage titties. In ever disappointing reality, she was wearing a halter neck bikini top, which was why he hadn't noticed it. However, she was wishing she hadn't, the fabric was sticking to her damp skin, and the feeling of air flowing across her chest would have been a sweet relief. Likewise the bikini panties- and the cut of the dress was long enough she probably could've gotten away with leaving them. Suddenly seriously considering it, she found the idea quite thrilling. She couldn't remember a time she had gone bare down there since she was a child, and somehow she couldn't seem to find a single good reason for not going without. Also, over the past fifteen minutes the urge to urinate had grown much stronger. She still didn't feel desperate to go, but it was definitely time to find a toilet. In a flash, she remembered passing a public toilet- just a little way back down the road. Well, that one she could rule out, she wasn't going back out there for as long as she could help it. And while she knew there were public toilets inside the centre, on the third floor, a small part of her brain- the part that couldn't find any good reason for wearing panties, most likely- was saying, why go all that way? What if Alex turns up while you're away and you miss her? There must be somewhere closer... Five minutes, she told herself. I'll give Alex five minutes to appear, then I'll go to the third floor. Hardly aware of the action, she lifted the second bottle and took a long drink. The man in the hot dog cart stared as she did, his thoughts fairly obvious to the customer waiting, a girl in her twenties with gelled hair and a pierced eyebrow, a name badge pinned to her chest. She grinned as he remembered where he was and fumbled for a coke. “Hot girl,” she commented as he passed her the change, and they both paused to look appreciatively across to the fountain. Damn, Shannon thought. Hot is an understatement. Ten minutes later, Lisa was getting desperate. No sign of Alex, and now she really had to pee. She could feel the beginning of a headache, and through the glass face of the shopping centre, see dark clouds gathering in the distance. The heat would be just as bad out there, but soon it would grow humid, storm clouds gathering, and then most likely torrential rain would start bucketing into the streets. Another reason not to leave. Now though, she wasn't sure she could make it all the way to the third floor. Even with the escalators it would be too many steps, and the walk to the lift and subsequent wait would be just as bad. Could she pee in the lift? No, too high a chance of the doors opening. She realised with almost a physical shock, she was definitely planning on peeing somewhere fairly illicit, and the prospect was arousing. Again, that was something she hadn't done since she was a child, so why would it suddenly...? She shook her head. Forget it, focus. Think up a place to pee now, before you wet yourself publicly. At that thought, an unexpected spike of arousal. Could she really...? No! She told herself sharply. Not an option. Fantasise all you want later. Somehow though, she couldn't think of anywhere, anything but the urgent pressure in her bladder, and what it would be like to wait until time ran out and she couldn't hold it any more... until she realised someone was standing nearby, and looked up, expecting Alex. The someone standing there was a girl she thought she'd seen a few minutes before, with black hair gelled up into spikes, and a piercing in her right eyebrow. She was wearing an olive green tank top with loose black jeans, and the twin points in her top made it clear she wasn't wearing a bra. Despite the grunge of her appearance, the name badge, along with her clear blue eyes and the straight plane of her nose, gave her quite an authoritarian look. “Hey, you okay? You look kind of feverish. Is it the heat?” Too embarrassed to reply, she shook her head, looking at her feet. Shannon touched her shoulder lightly, finding her skin cool and dry. “Well, you need anything, I'll be just over there.” She pointed across the way at a large bookshop. “I work there.” The girl's head snapped back up. “Do you have a toilet?” Shannon grimaced sympathetically. “That's what's up? Nope, I'm afraid not. How about down the street?” The girl looked back down, and crossed her legs. “Too far.” Looking at her, Shannon could see the desperation written plain on her face. Kinda hot, but she did feel sympathy for the girl, and didn't want to let her embarrass herself. “The third floor's out of the question too then? 'Kay. I've got a solution... if you're okay with a bucket.” Lisa nodded, with as much of a smile as she could manage. This girl- Shannon, the name badge read, was a miracle. She'd never really thought about miracles one way or the other, but this fit the bill. She'd almost decided to give in and just get the humiliation over with, and then, Shannon. Part of her mind was a little suspicious, but she was too desperate to care. She managed to get to her feet without letting it go, and then followed Shannon through the bookshop, through the staff room behind it, a little office and kitchen with a sofa, and out into a service corridor, with plain concrete walls and a grey linoleum floor, the lighting that of similar corridors everywhere. Shannon fished in her pocket for a keyring, then crossed to an unmarked door and unlocked it, opening it with a flourish and slipping inside, beckoning to her to follow. The room itself was unremarkable, a small blank space with shelves of cleaning supplies, more grey lino floor. She rooted around on a bottom shelf, and pulled out a large plastic bucket, setting it down on the floor. “I'm Shannon, by the way. And you?” “Lisa.” Said Lisa, weakly. “I didn't ask so I probably shouldn't be in here, but hey, human compassion. Here you go...” Not trusting herself to hold it up while she peed, and beyond caring that anyone was around, Lisa yanked her dress off over her head and stuck it on a shelf, not noticing Shannon's eyebrows raise appreciatively. Simply shifting the bikini panties to the side she squatted- too far. Her butt hit the rim of the bucket and it toppled backwards and rolled somewhere behind her, but by then it was too late, she'd already started to let go. Shannon raised her eyebrows as she saw the dress come off. Black bikini, hot body, little round boobs. Just hand sized, like oranges. And when she tugged her panties over, just wow. Wish I was ten years younger, she thought enviously. Lisa squatted, and Shannon could see a mile away she'd misjudged the distance or speed or something in her haste, she was too far forwards and going to knock the bucket over and most likely make a mess. Ah, hell, she thought angrily, but at the same time she was elated. Wish I could record this. Shannon dodged nimbly to the side as the bucket rolled and Lisa let go, a thick spray bursting out of her neat pussy, seeming almost impossible in volume, hissing and skidding where it hit the lino, flooding torrentially across the floor. Shannon edged around her side and out of the way as it continued to gush out. There was a sort of wrench of embarrassment in Lisa's chest at Shannon seeing this, but at the same time the feeling of emptying was beautifully satisfying. Very gradually, it slowed to a dribble, a trickle, and stopped. She looked up at Shannon, who looked stunned, staring at the puddle. “What did you drink today, Lake Geneva?” Lisa felt tears sting the corners of her eyes, the sort of shame she remembered from wetting the bed at about seven. “I'm sorry.” Shannon shrugged easily. “Don't be, it was an accident. They happen. And better in here than out there, for sure.” “Should I... clean it up?” Shannon looked lost for a moment, then sighed. “Nah. What the hell, leave it. I can feign ignorance. But while I'm here... In for a penny, in for a pound.” Lisa got to her feet, suddenly remembering to move her panties back over, as Shannon lifted her top and started unbuckling her belt. She looked at her with a sort of awe. “You're going to pee?” Shannon grinned as she hopped out of her jeans and lay them over a shelf. “What's another drop of water in the ocean?” Shannon was impressed, and she didn't think of herself as easily impressed. If there were pissing Olympics, we'd have a gold medallist here. She wondered idly what the height and distance would've been like if Lisa had angled it right. Dropping her own panties- wishing she hadn't worn the Snoopy ones today- she noted that the girl was watching with evident curiosity, and felt a strong flush of excitement as she placed two fingers either side of her pussy and lifted slightly. “You can pee standing up?” She asked Shannon, who grinned. “You could too, just takes practice.” Lisa looked over at the mess on the floor and winced at her own lack of control. She wished she was more like Shannon, her whole attitude was somehow sort of innately... cool. “It must make things easier.” Shannon shrugged. Lisa opened her mouth to ask another question, then closed it again, deciding to just let her get on with it. Shannon let a little go- she was aiming for a sort of decisive testing-the-waters-squirt, but it caught her labia a little and turned into a sprinkle, droplets plinking into the puddle. She opened herself a little wider, and pushed. She hadn't actually had to go that much- but now she really wanted to. She wasn't quite sure how things had happened so fast, but this girl... Lisa. It wasn't just that she was hot and seemed sort of helpless, it was more like licking a battery. Just a block of metal at first glance, but you know what it can do... and then you get a taste, first hand. Shannon kept a steady stream going for ten seconds, and Lisa was impressed. It was nothing like her wild jet, it was a tidy glittering arc of the sort she'd seen her father produce on occasion, neat and to the point. She felt a hot flush spread around her pussy as she watched it flow from Shannon's, to mingle with her pee on the floor... It spattered into the puddle with hardly a ripple until the end, when Shannon shook her hips, casting off the tail end like letting go of a whirling chain. Their eyes met, and both grinned. Clothed again, standing in the corridor, Lisa looked shyly at her feet. Shannon put the key to the door, then decided to leave it unlocked- locking it would just point to someone with a key. She looked over at Lisa, who looked up again- gorgeous soft brown eyes- and smiled. “Thank you.” She said. Shannon shrugged, then grinned. “It wasn't much. You piss on the floor, I throw in my lot with you and piss on the floor, we abandon the scene of the crime.” Lisa blushed, and laughed. It was low and melodious, sort of contrasting with the rest of her girlishness. Shannon wanted to kiss her, but forced herself to turn to the shop's back door. She opened it, and Lisa caught her arm. Light slipped through the opened door, glinting in her hair, glowing in her eyes. “Shannon.” “Yeah, Lisa?” “Can we do this again sometime?” Shannon looked at her with a sort of disbelief, and Lisa felt an odd pang of disappointment. She was barely aware of what exactly she'd just blurted out, just that she didn't want to let Shannon go yet. Shannon shook her head with what looked like amusement, before those strong blue eyes met hers again, and narrowed as she grinned. “You know what- I'd love to.”